As he spoke, he reversed the stocking, holding it by the toe, and down from it dropped a roundish stone, wrapped about by a piece of yellowish paper."Now for the first interstellar message of the century!" he cried; and nodding to the company, who had crowded about him, he adjusted his glasses with provoking deliberation, and examined it closely.When he finished, he had changed from the jolly host to the practical, decisive man of business.He immediately struck a bell, and said to the silent-footed mulatto man who responded: "Go and tell Mr.Wesley to get Reeves and Maurice and about ten stout hands they can rely upon, and come to the hall door at once.Tell him to have the men arm themselves, and bring plenty of ropes and plough lines.Tell him to hurry." And then he read aloud from the paper these words:
To the Gent of de Hous:
Dere is five tuff hoboes xcept meself in the vaken lot near de road war de old brick piles is.Dey got me stuck up wid a gun see and I taken dis means of communication.2 of der lads is gone down to set fire to de cain field below de hous and when yous fellers goes to turn de hoes on it de hole gang is goin to rob de hous of de money yoo gotto pay off wit say git a move on ye say de kid dropt dis sock on der rode tel her mery crismus de same as she told me.Ketch de bums down de rode first and den sen a relefe core to get me out of soke youres truly, Whistlen Dick.
There was some quiet, but rapid, mavoeuvring at Bellemeade during the ensuring half hour, which ended in five disgusted and sullen tramps being captured, and locked securely in an outhouse pending the coming of the morning and retribution.For another result, the visiting young gentlemen had secured the unqualified worship of the visiting young ladies by their distinguished and heroic conduct.For still another, behold Whistling Dick, the hero, seated at the planter's table, feasting upon viands his experience had never before included, and waited upon by admiring femininity in shapes of such beauty and "swellness" that even his ever-full mouth could scarcely prevent him from whistling.He was made to disclose in detail his adventure with the evil gang of Boston Harry, and how he cunningly wrote the note and wrapped it around the stone and placed it at the toe of the stocking, and, watching his chance, sent it silently, with a wonderful centrifugal momentum, like a comet, at one of the big lighted windows of the dining-room.
The planter vowed that the wanderer should wander no more; that his was a goodness and an honesty that should be rewarded, and that a debt of gratitude had been made that must be paid; for had he not saved them from a doubtless imminent loss, and maybe a greater calamity? He assured Whistling Dick that he might consider himself a charge upon the honour of Bellemeade; that a position suited to his powers would be found for him at once, and hinted that the way would be heartily smoothed for him to rise to as high places of emolument and trust as the plantation afforded.
But now, they said, he must be weary, and the immediate thing to consider was rest and sleep.So the mistress spoke to a servant, and Whistling Dick was conducted to a room in the wing of the house occupied by the servants.To this room, in a few minutes, was brought a portable tin bathtub filled with water, which was placed on a piece of oiled cloth upon the floor.There the vagrant was left to pass the night.
By the light of a candle he examined the room.A bed, with the covers neatly turned back, revealed snowy pillows and sheets.A worn, but clean, red carpet covered the floor.There was a dresser with a beveled mirror, a washstand with a flowered bowl and pitcher; the two or three chairs were softly upholstered.A little table held books, papers, and a day-old cluster of roses in a jar.There were towels on a rack and soap in a white dish.
