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Sube stirred uneasily. "Yeah, and then when we got there you'd say we couldn't get in the church 'cause it was locked. You can't bluff _me_--"
"You think so, do you? Well, we ain't goin' in the door at all! We're goin' in a window with a busted catch! Hope to die and cross my heart if we ain't! And if you don't come along now we'll know who's the bluffer, by jingo!"
"All right, kid," grunted Sube as he arose languidly and began to hunt for his cap. "But if I find out you been lyin' to me,--I'll fix you good and plenty."
CHAPTER XXVII
TRIAL MERSHUM
A short time afterwards the four boys clambered through a narrow opening in the lower section of a window that was sacred to the memory of Zenas Wheelock, deceased, and his three wives, equally deceased, and huddled timorously just inside in readiness to retreat at the first unfavorable symptom. The interior of the church was pretty scary at first, it was so dark and empty and smelled so religious.
But after listening cautiously until he was satisfied that n.o.body was about but his own company, Sube made bold to speak.
"Well, Giz," he said, "why don't you trot out your wonderful mershum swimmin'-hole?"
All of them started at the hollow echoing sound of Sube's voice, and Cathead made a movement towards the window. But Gizzard pointed a stubby finger at the pulpit.
"It's down under there," he said. "Maybe I can't open it the first thing, but I know it's there, all right."
He walked over and began to run his hand along the edge of the platform on which the pulpit stood. At first he succeeded in finding nothing but a great deal of dust and an occasional sliver, while Sube goaded him on with unkind remarks, and Cathead tried to persuade him to abandon the investigation so that they might "get out while the gettin' was good."
Suddenly there was a click, followed by a seismic rumble. The pulpit and the platform on which it stood moved perceptibly. There were simultaneous exclamations from three members of the party. Gizzard's denoted triumph; Sube's delighted astonishment; and Cathead's nervous apprehension. Cottontop was beyond words. He could only gasp.
Flushed with success, Gizzard began to dance around the front of the altar, making unmistakable signs of derision, and shouting excitedly:
"Ya-da! Ya-da! What'd I tell you! What'd I tell you!"
Sube recovered his indifferent att.i.tude at once.
"Well, we ain't _seen_ it yet, have we?" he said.
"You fellers help me push this here thing back and you'll see it in a hurry!" cried Gizzard confidently.
All lent a hand except Cathead, who discreetly remained in the background. And suddenly he gave a cry of warning.
"Look out there! You're movin' the whole blame' bus'ness!"
And indeed they were. Pulpit and platform rolled majestically back several feet, disclosing to their popping eyes just such a pool as Gizzard had described. When Gizzard had sufficiently recovered from his surprise to find his voice, he demanded of Sube with the gruffness which he was now ent.i.tled to employ:
"Ain't that there a swimmin'-hole?"
"Looks like one," Sube was forced to admit.
"Get onto them little steps goin' down into the water, jus' like I tole you," Gizzard pointed out.
Sube did get on to them, first with his eyes, and then with his feet. He squatted down and dipped his hand into the water. "Why, it's warm!" he exclaimed.
"Sure it's warm," said Gizzard patronizingly. "Didn't I tell you it's right on top the furnace, so's they can use it all winter?"
"Hadn't we better be gettin' that thing back?" asked Cathead, glancing nervously towards the door.
"What for?" blurted Sube brazenly. "We jus' got her opened up!"
Cathead squirmed uneasily. "Somebody might come in and catch us. Ol' Joe might come to take care of the furnace."
"Huh!" snorted Sube defiantly. "Who's afraid of ol' Joe? I ain't any more afraid of him than I am of--" Sube looked about for a suitable means of comparison--"of you!" he cried, pointing his finger at Cathead.
"And I guess you know how much that is."
"Well, then," argued Cathead, "somebody else might come in. Doc Mossman might--!"
At the mere mention of the minister's name Gizzard quailed; Cottontop showed signs of nervousness; and Cathead furtively glanced at the window by means of which they had entered, as if to be sure that it was still there. But Sube was no craven. He let out a howl of derision.
"That big b.o.o.b! Ha--a--a ha! He's a big bag of wind! Why, he wouldn't hurt a fly! Say, I ain't any more afraid of him than I am of ol' Joe!
You know what I'd do to him if he should come b.u.t.tin' in here? I'd take 'im down into that little ol' mershum swimmin'-hole, and I'd duck 'im and duck 'im till he went home bellerin'! Gee! I wisht he would come in here. Wouldn't we have fun with him, though!"
Gizzard was not naturally timid. Rather was he inclined to be venturesome; and in addition to that he had carefully schooled himself to fear nothing that Sube was not afraid of. It was accordingly not long before he was able to force his unwilling tongue to say slighting things about Dr. Mossman. And, encouraged by Sube's contemptuous animadversions, he finally found himself saying that if the "Big Noise"
should come botherin' around _him_, he'd lick him with one hand.
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it," remarked Sube, "what's to hinder our havin' a little swim in this mershum swimmin'-hole?"
Gizzard was taken completely by surprise. He had supposed that the episode would end with the villification of the minister. For a moment he was silent.
"What's the matter? Afraid?" taunted Sube.
"No, I ain't," replied Gizzard weakly.
"Will you go in if I will?"
"If you do, I will; but what'd we do if anybody should come in and catch us?" Gizzard equivocated.
"That's easy," bl.u.s.tered Sube. "We'd stay right in the water, and these two fellers would shut the thing up and duck under the seats with our duds, and wait till they went out again!"
It sounded so reasonable and so safe that Gizzard resisted no longer.
And soon the two boys were floating about in the delightful depths of the baptistry. There was not a great deal of room for swimming, but they repeatedly expressed their unqualified approval of mershum as a pastime.
Cathead had done his best to keep the boys from going into the water, and he now began to urge them to come out.
"I tell you it ain't safe," he was saying. "Somebody is liable to come in here--"
As if in response to the suggestion, there was a metallic sound from the front door which indicated the introduction of a key into the lock. This was followed by an ominous rattling of the k.n.o.b. Then came the hum of voices. A supreme effort brought the pulpit back to place. Cottontop s.n.a.t.c.hed Gizzard's clothes and dived under the seats; but Cathead, who was thoroughly rattled, caught up Sube's clothes, and throwing them out of the window, hastily scrambled out after them.
In the impenetrable darkness of the baptistry the two boys clung to each other for company and listened intently. Suddenly Sube felt Gizzard's muscles stiffen; then heard him gasp, "Good Gosh!"
"What's the matter of you?" whispered Sube.