Joe the Hotel Boy; Or Winning out by Pluck, Page 3

  CHAPTER III.

  A HOME IN RUINS.

  As Joe rowed toward his home on the mountain side, a good mile fromRiverside, he could not help but think of the two mysterious men and ofwhat they had said.

  "They were certainly rascals," he mused. "And from their talk theymust have come from New York and are now going to try some game inPhiladelphia."

  The hermit's boy was tired out by the day's outing, yet he pulled afairly quick stroke and it was not long before he reached the dock atwhich he and Hiram Bodley were in the habit of leaving their boat. Hecleaned the craft out, hid the oars in the usual place, and then,with his fishing lines in one hand and a good sized fish in the other,started up the trail leading to the place that he called home.

  "What a place to come to, alongside of the one Ned lives in," he said tohimself. "I suppose the Talmadges think this is a regular hovel. Iwish we could afford something better,--or at least live in town. It'slonesome here with nobody but old Uncle Hiram around."

  As Joe neared the cabin something seemed to come over him and, for somereason he could not understand, he felt very much depressed in spirits.He quickened his pace, until a turn of the trail brought the homesteadinto view.

  A cry of alarm broke from his lips and with good reason. The littleshelter had stood close to a large hemlock tree. The lightning hadstruck the tree, causing it to topple ever. In falling, it had landedfairly and squarely upon the cabin, smashing it completely. One cornerof the cabin was in ashes, but the heavy rain had probably extinguishedthe conflagration.

  "Uncle Hiram!" cried the boy, as soon as he recovered from hisamazement. "Uncle Hiram, where are you?"

  There was no answer to this call and for the moment Joe's heart seemedto stop beating. Was the old hermit under that pile of ruins? If so itwas more than likely he was dead.

  Dropping his fish and his lines, the youth sprang to the front of thecabin. The door had fallen to the ground and before him was a mass ofwreckage with a small hollow near the bottom. He dropped on his kneesand peered inside.

  "Uncle Hiram!" he called again.

  There was no answer, and he listened with bated breath. Then he fanciedhe heard a groan, coming from the rear of what was left of the cabin.He ran around to that point and pulled aside some boards and a brokenwindow sash.

  "Uncle Hiram, are you here?"

  "Joe!" came in a low voice, full of pain. The man tried to say more butcould not.

  Hauling aside some more boards, Joe now beheld the hermit, lying flat onhis back, with a heavy beam resting on his chest. He was also sufferingfrom a cut on the forehead and from a broken ankle.

  "This is too bad, Uncle Hiram!" he said, in a trembling voice. "I'll getyou out just as soon as I can."

  "Be--be careful, Joe--I--I--my ribs must be broken," gasped the hermit.

  "I'll be careful," answered the boy, and began to pull aside one boardafter another. Then he tugged away at the beam but could not budge it.

  "Raise it up Joe--it--is--crushing the life ou--out of me," said thehermit faintly.

  "I'll pry it up," answered the boy, and ran off to get a block ofwood. Then he procured a stout pole and with this raised the heavy beamseveral inches.

  "Can you crawl out, Uncle Hiram?"

  There was no answer, and Joe saw that the man had fainted fromexhaustion. Fixing the pole so it could not slip, he caught hold of thehermit and dragged him to a place of safety.

  Joe had never had to care for a hurt person before and he scarcely knewhow to proceed. He laid the hermit on the grass and washed his face withwater. Soon Hiram Bodley opened his eyes once more.

  "My chest!" he groaned. "All of my ribs must be broken! And my ankle isbroken, too!" And he groaned again.

  "I had better get a doctor, Uncle Hiram."

  "A doctor can't help me."

  "Perhaps he can."

  "I haven't any faith in doctors. A doctor operated on my mother andkilled her."

  "But Doctor Gardner is a nice man. He will do all he can for you, I amsure," urged Joe.

  "Well, Dr. Gardner is a good fellow I admit. If you--can--can gethim--I'll--I'll--" The sufferer tried to go on but could not.

  "I think I can get him. But I hate to leave you alone." And Joe staredaround helplessly. He wished he had Ned with him.

  "Never mind--give me a drink--then go," answered Hiram Bodley. He hadoften taken Doctor Gardner out to hunt with him and liked the physiciannot a little.

  Inside of five minutes Joe was on the way to the doctor's residence,which was on the outskirts of Riverside. He had left the hermit ascomfortable as possible, on a mattress and covered with a cloth to keepoff the night air,--for it was now growing late and the sun had setbehind the mountains.

  Tired though he was the boy pulled with might and main, and so reachedthe dock of the physician's home in a short space of time. Running upthe walk of the neatly-kept garden, he mounted the piazza and rang thebell several times.

  "What's the matter?" asked Doctor Gardner, who came himself to answerthe summons.

  "Our cabin is in ruins, because of the storm, and Mr. Bodley is badlyhurt," answered Joe, and related some of the particulars.

  "This is certainly too bad, my boy," said the physician. "I'll come atonce and do what I can for him."

  He ran for a case of instruments and also for some medicines, and thenfollowed Joe back to the boat.

  "You act as if you were tired," said the doctor, after he had watchedJoe at the oars for several minutes.

  "I am tired, sir--I've been rowing a good deal to-day. But I guess I canmake it."

  "Let me row," said the physician, and took the oars. He was a fineoarsman, and the trip was made in half the time it would have taken Joeto cover the distance.

  At the dock there was a lantern, used by Joe and the hermit when theywent fishing at night. This was lit, and the two hurried up the trail tothe wreck of the cabin.

  Hiram Bodley was resting where Joe had left him. He was breathing withdifficulty and did not at first recognize the doctor.

  "Take it off!" he murmured. "Take it off! It is--is crushing th--thelife out of--of me!"

  "Mr. Bodley--Hiram, don't you know me?" asked Doctor Gardner, kindly.

  "Oh! So it's you? I guess you can't do much, doctor, can you? I--I'mdone for!" And a spasm of pain crossed the sufferer's face.

  "While there is life there is hope," answered the physician,noncommittally. He recognized at once that Hiram Bodley's condition wascritical.

  "He'll get over it, won't he?" questioned Joe, quickly.

  The doctor did not answer, but turned to do what he could for thehurt man. He felt of his chest and listened to his breathing, and thenadministered some medicine.

  "His ankle is hurt, too," said Joe.

  "Never mind the ankle just now, Joe," was the soft answer.

  There was something in the tone that alarmed the boy and he caught thephysician by the arm.

  "Doctor, tell me the truth!" he cried. "Is he is he going to die?"

  "I am afraid so, my lad. His ribs are crushed and one of them has stuckinto his right lung."

  At these words the tears sprang into the boy's eyes and it was all hecould do to keep from crying outright. Even though the old hermit hadbeen rough in his ways, Joe thought a good deal of the man.

  "Cannot you do something, doctor," he pleaded.

  "Not here. We might do something in a hospital, but he would not survivethe journey. He is growing weaker every moment. Be brave, my lad. It isa terrible trial, I know, but you must remember that all things are forthe best."

  Joe knelt beside the sufferer and took hold of his hand. Hiram Bodleylooked at him and then at the doctor.

  "I--I can't live--I know it," he said hoarsely. "Joe, stay by me till Idie, won't you?"

  "Yes!" faltered the boy. "Oh, this is awful!"

  "I'm sorry to leave you so soon, Joe--I--I thought I'd be--be able to dosomething for you some day."

  "You have done something for me, Uncle Hiram."


  "All I've got goes to you, Joe. Doctor, do you hear that?"

  "I do."

  "It--it ain't much, but it's something. The blue box--I put it in theblue box--" Here the sufferer began to cough.

  "The blue box?" came from Joe questioningly.

  "Yes, Joe, all in the blue box--the papers and the money--And the bluebox is--is--" Again the sufferer began to cough. "I--I want water!" hegasped.

  The water was brought and he took a gulp. Then he tried to speak again,but the effort was in vain. The doctor and Joe raised him up.

  "Uncle Hiram! Speak to me!" cried the boy.

  But Hiram Bodley was past speaking. He had passed to the Great Beyond.