Jerrys Reward | Page 8

rain in the narrow passage where Jerry stood. Then a whooping gust caught a lot of stuff, and forming a miniature cyclone, headed straight for Jerry. Before the poor fellow knew what he was doing, he had sneezed three times. The sound reverberated through the close passage as if he had blown through a gigantic horn.
Now he was lost! The men must do either one of two things; they might think they had been discovered, and run away, but the probability was that they would first look over the convent wall to find out who had sneezed. And then what?
Jerry seized a large boulder that lay at his feet. Though little and old, he had good strength, and the first head that rose over the wall meant a cracked skull.
"Jerry, Jerry?" He heard his name whispered by a strange voice. Where did the sound come from? Under his very feet.
"Jerry, Jer-ry," a little louder, "where are you?"
"Here behind the wall," whispered Jerry. "Who are you?"
Then there came a sound of steps, a window was raised, a shutter flung back.
At this Jerry could stand no more. He left his hiding-place, and strode boldly, the big stone in his hand, to the front of his cottage in time to see a sturdy leg emerging from his front window.
When the rest of the body followed, the mother of the little Outcasts stood before Jerry's astonished eyes.
"For the land's sake! Are you the burglar?" says Jerry.
"For the land's sake, are you?" asked Mrs. Outcast, and both began to laugh.
"And where's Peggy?" says Jerry.
"Inside with chattering teeth for fear of the men hid between the walls."
"How, when, what!" exclaimed the bewildered man.
"Stop talking, man, and come to your scared wife."
"I'm not scared now that I know who's there," piped a weak voice. "Come in right away out of the cold."
"And is it by the door or by the window ye'll have me enter, Missis Myer?" asked Jerry. And with that he took out the two tenpenny nails with his fingers just as easy as if they had been put in by women.
[Illustration: "A STURDY LEG EMERGING FROM HIS FRONT WINDOW."]
"Wait till I unlock," said Mrs. Outcast, as she climbed back, and presently the key turned, and Jerry was allowed to enter.
"And now, perhaps," said he, after he had kissed his wife, "ye'll be kind enough to tell me what it all means, for I'll be switched if I understand a word of it!"
Mrs. Outcast explained: "When Mimy came home with her story I felt in my bones that something was wrong, so I came as fast as I could to help. I found this little body scared to death, and you gone for no knowing how long. When she told her story I felt real uneasy myself, and wanted to take her home with me where she'd be safe. But she was faint-like, and besides she said she did not want you to come back and find her gone. Heaven knows where."
Jerry pretended to cough behind his hand.
"But two women alone," continued Mrs. Outcast, "are not apt to be exactly quiet in their minds when burglars are about, so I suggested that we shut up the house as if no one were living here, and to make it seem more natural like, I put two nails in the door, and climbed in by the window."
"Wasn't it a smart trick?" asked Peggy, admiringly.
"The smartest I ever knew," answered Jerry, promptly. "But how was I to get in?"
"Oh, we were listening," said Peggy. "Don't you fear. We thought you would try the door and call, when we would know your voice and let you in."
"Instead of which, you hid, and made us think them burglars had come back sure enough," said Mrs. Outcast.
"And you screamed and whispered, and made me think them burglars were hurting Peggy."
And at this all three laughed until the tears rolled down their cheeks.
Peggy was the first to quiet down. "But tell us, love, what Mr. Morton said?"
And Jerry unfolded all the plan--not without first going out-doors, and looking carefully all around his little cottage to see if any eavesdroppers were in hiding. When he concluded by repeating Mr. Morton's order to go home and stay with his sick wife, both women exclaimed in a breath:
"What a nice, sensible gentleman Mr. Morton is!"
CHAPTER VIII.
LUCK IN DISGUISE
But it was not Jerry's way to bide at home when such a dangerous adventure was afoot. The more he thought of it the more he was convinced he might be needed.
"Suppose there should be three of them burglars instead of two, and one of our men was to get hurt; it would be a battle with odds and maybe escape for the rogues. No--I won't get shoved aside; I'll disobey orders, and play a game of my