The Hoosier Schoolmaster: A Story of Backwoods Life in IndianaEggleston, Edward
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The Hoosier Schoolmaster: A Story of Backwoods Life in Indiana
Eggleston, Edward
Country homes -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction
Here he sat and shook with terror. Angry with himself, he inly denounced
himself for a coward. But the effect was really a physical one. The
chill and panic now were the reaction from the previous strain.
For when the sound of his pursuers' voices broke upon his ears early in
the evening, Ralph shook no more; the warm blood set back again toward
the extremities, and his self-control returned when he needed it. He
gathered some stones about him, as the only weapons of defense at hand.
The mob was on the cliff above. But he thought that he heard footsteps
in the bed of the creek below. If this were so, there could be no doubt
that his hiding-place was suspected.
"O Hank!" shouted Bud from the top of the cliff to some one in the creek
below, "be sure to look at the Spring-in-rock--I think he's there."
This hint was not lost on Ralph, who speedily changed his quarters by
climbing up to a secluded, shelf-like ledge above the spring. He was
none too soon, for Pete Jones and Hank Banta were soon looking all
around the spring for him, while he held a twenty-pound stone over
their heads ready to drop upon them in case they should think of looking
on the ledge above.
When the crowd were gone Ralph knew that one road was open to him. He
could follow down the creek to Clifty, and thence he might escape. But,
traveling down to Clifty, he debated whether it was best to escape. To
flee was to confess his guilt, to make himself an outlaw, to put an
insurmountable barrier between himself and Hannah, whose terror-stricken
and anxious face as she stood by the brook-willows haunted him now, and
was an involuntary witness to her love.
Long before he reached Clifty his mind was made up not to flee another
mile. He knocked at the door of Squire Underwood. But Squire Underwood
was also a doctor, and had been called away. He knocked at the door of
Squire Doolittle. But Squire Doolittle had gone to Lewisburg. He was
about to give up all hope of being able to surrender himself to the law
when he met Squire Hawkins, who had come over to Clifty to avoid
responsibility for the ill-deeds of his neighbors which he was powerless
to prevent.
"Is that you, Mr. Hartsook?"
"Yes, and I want you to arrest me and try me here in Clifty."
FOOTNOTES:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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