The Torch and Other Tales | Page 3

she couldn't withstand the little silky creature, nor yet
Teddy's wish to pleasure the child.
"You do this, Minnie," he said, for he called the family by their
Christian names by now. "You keep the dog till dawn and then you put
him in the stocking, what's hanging at the foot of Joey's bed, along with
your own gifts afore you call him. Then first thing he sees when he
rises up to grab his toys will be the little dog atop of all the rest."
Which Minnie promised to do and did do, and Joey toddled over the
minute after he'd swallowed his breakfast to tell Mr. Pegram how 'Santa
Claus' had sent him the wonderfullest little dinky dog ever was seen.
"I'm the Santa Claus that sent it, my lovely cherub," said Teddy, kissing
his beautiful face; and 'Santa Claus' he was to Joey from that day
forward. It pleased the man well to be so called, and he got the
nickname in Joseph Ford's house and became 'Santa Claus' to all of 'em.
"There's much in a name," said Teddy, "and more in that one than you
may guess. For I was mate of a ship so called once on a time and had
some of my best voyages in her."
The friendship tightened after that Christmas and it weren't till many a
long month later and the fall of another year that anything happened to
strain it.
They had all got to be so friendly as you please and then in the 'Barley

Sheaf' one day, Joseph Ford heard Ned Chown laughing with a
customer or two, and, afore they knew it, he picked up a word. He
didn't let 'em guess he'd heard, however, but ordered his beer and spoke
of something else, which they was very willing to do; for Joseph
happened to be a mighty smart officer, and secret subjects sometimes
got mentioned that weren't meant for his ear.
It happened that poaching was in the air a good bit just then, for the big
Oakshott covers ran half a mile from Little Silver and there had been a
lot more trouble than usual that winter and the old head-keeper
dismissed and a younger and sterner man engaged from up North. But
the robbery went on and there's no doubt a lot of pheasants slipped
away to an unknown market. Joseph Ford was so keen as the
game-keepers to lay the rogues by the heels, for the police had heard a
few hard words from the Lord of the Manor on the subject; but the
general opinion ran that some clever rascals from far ways off in the
South Hams were responsible; while the new keeper from Yorkshire,
who had a large experience of poachers' tricks, said most steadfast that
in his judgment it was local men with the advantages of being on the
spot. They raked the poulterers in three market towns round about, but
all gave a very good and straight account of their birds; and the mystery
interested us a lot, for, of course, Little Silver had its doubtful
customers like every other place.
And what Joseph Ford had heard, with a smothered laugh or two, was
the name of his fast friend, Teddy Pegram, along with the
disappearance of the Oakshott game. He gave no sign, but it hit him
with a good bit of force, because he'd marked one or two things himself
that made him restless, and he knew Teddy didn't pretend any great
sorrow to think the pheasants were being stole. The man loved sport,
and farmers round about let him shoot their rabbits and partridges also;
but he knew very well pheasants were different, though he always
argued against all game laws. So Joseph counted to give Teddy a word
in season on the quiet, and he done so.
"I heard your name whispered in the public-house a few nights agone,"
he said, "and I didn't like it too well, Pegram, because they named it

along with this here poaching. They little thought I'd heard, of course,
and I didn't undeceive 'em, but--there 'tis--and I'd avoid the appearance
of evil if I was you and bide in on moony nights, which we know very
well you do not."
The other showed much surprise to hear such a thing. He was playing
along with Joey and the little dog at the time, and teaching the puppy to
learn tricks. The creature was full of brains, as mongrels are apt to be,
and Joey loved it dearly, and loved the giver only less. He'd called it
'Choc,' because the puppy loved chocolates so well as Joey himself, and
the dog had grown to be his dearest treasure.
Well, Teddy gave over his games now and stood up and showed