Tom Slade on Overlook MountainFitzhugh, Percy Keese
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Tom Slade on Overlook Mountain
Fitzhugh, Percy Keese
Catskill Mountains Region (N.Y.) -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery fiction
As if in reward for his docility she closed her hand again on his where
it rested on the rock. It seemed to give him strength—strength to
follow, to obey.
“Listen, Tom; are you listening? An indictment—you know what an
indictment is, don’t you?” she said kindly. “It’s an accusation—by the
state. You and I are part of the state; do you see? It’s our
accusation—no, no no, _please_ don’t be angry, Tom—I just mean that it
isn’t a question between you and Mr. Whalen and the state, see? Because
we’re a part of the state—you and I.”
It cheered and consoled him to hear her couple their two names in this
way. It made them seem like—like partners.
“That indictment stands, Tom; it stands until it’s answered. Running
away and hiding somewhere else doesn’t answer it. Don’t you see? And it
is not for you and me to set ourselves up as judges. It’s just a
question of good citizenship, Tom, that’s all. I wish now you had read
the book I asked you to read.
“You have to go to Kingston and tell them, the authorities; because
there’s a stigma on you till you do. You have to think of your highest
duty and that is your duty as a citizen. Then when they—when the case
comes to trial you have a right to help him all you can. And you will
try to, I know you will. I just thought that if you took the two
thousand dollars you could hire a lawyer with it maybe—because I know
he’s poor.”
“Poor,” Tom whispered in pitiful, broken tones; “Yop.”
“You can be a good citizen if you will, and then a good friend if he’ll
let you. Please don’t, Tom—oh please—no, no, listen, Tom. I just want
you to do your duty. Listen,” she pled. “I will have the money that Niel
pays me for helping him—about three hundred dollars—and you can have
that too. We’ll chip in to help him, Tom. And then—maybe—he’ll be
freed—he’ll have his freedom in the right way. _Free_ just like you and
me. Don’t you see, Tom?”
He nodded his head in reluctant assent.
“You must go and tell them, Tom, you must tell them that he is here. If
we disrespect the law we can’t expect the law to protect us. Do you know
what an indictment says, Tom? How it begins? It says, ‘We the people.’
Tom—poor Tom—I’m sorry, oh, so sorry. But you’ll do what’s brave and
right, won’t you? Yes, you will. You came to ask me and I _have_ to tell
you. It’s just like—I know—it’s just like going to war and shooting
mothers’ sons, Tom. But you were a soldier and a scout and that means
you’re a _citizen_. Aren’t you, Tom? And you’ll do your plain duty,
won’t you? You asked me, Tom, and I’m telling you—you’ll—I knew you
would....”
Yes, she knew he would because he hung his head, then of a sudden
clasped his hands before his face. It was only for just a moment....
CHAPTER XXX
THE DEPARTURE
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