The Young Bridge-Tender | Page 7

aimed a heavy blow at Ralph's face.
The young bridge tender caught the blow on the arm, and the next moment had Percy jammed up against the iron railing to one side.
"Now, you either pay your way or go back just as quick as you can!" he said, firmly. "I want no more trouble with you."
"Let go of me!"
"Not until you promise to do one thing or the other."
"I'm not going to pay!" fumed Percy.
"Then you can't cross; that's settled."
"We'll see! Take that! and that!"
Percy began to strike out wildly. Ralph warded off most of the blows, and then upset the aristocratic bully on his back and came down on top of him. They rolled over together, and at length Percy set up a howl of pain.
"Oh, my shoulder! You have twisted it out of place!"
"Have you had enough?" demanded Ralph.
"Yes! yes!"
"Will you pay the toll?"
"I don't want to go over now."
"All right, then, you can go back to shore."
Ralph arose to his feet, and the aristocratic bully slowly followed. Several persons were coming across the bridge now, and the young bridge tender ran to collect their tolls, leaving his late antagonist to brush off his sadly-soiled clothes.
"I'll fix you for this!" cried Percy, after the passengers had passed out of hearing. "We'll see if the village will allow a ruffian like you to tend bridge much longer."
And off he stalked, with his face full of dark and bitter hatred.
Ralph looked after him anxiously. Would Percy's threat amount to anything? It would be a real calamity to lose his situation on the bridge.
Then Ralph started to brush off his own clothes. While he was doing so he felt in his pocket to see if his twenty dollars was still safe. The bill was gone!
With great eagerness he began a search for the missing banknote. It was all to no purpose, the money could not be found.
CHAPTER V.
A HUNT FOR THE MISSING BILL.
Ralph was deeply chagrined to think that the twenty-dollar bill could not be found. He had calculated that with it he might advertise for the missing papers, and even offer a small reward.
He was loath to give up the search, and after his first hasty hunt, went over every foot of the plank walk of the bridge, and even under it.
"It must have slipped from my pocket, and the wind must have blown it into the water," he thought, bitterly. "That was a pretty dear quarrel, especially as it was not in the least of my making."
Thinking he might possibly find the bill floating on the water, the young bridge tender sprang into his rowboat, the Martha, which was tied up to the ironwork under the bridge, and pulled around the stonework and some distance down into Silver Lake.
He found nothing, and inside of ten minutes had to go back to his post of duty and collect toll from several people who were coming over from Eastport.
"I'm out twenty dollars, and that's all there is to it," he muttered to himself. "It's too bad. Why can't Percy Paget stay away and mind his own business?"
The remainder of the afternoon passed quietly, saving for the mild excitement of the working folks going and coming after factory hours, and at dark Bob Sanderson came on duty.
"The sloop is gettin' on finely," said the old fellow, in response to Ralph's inquiry. "The woodwork is about done, and I'll paint her first thing in the morning."
"You want to make a first-class job of it, Mr. Sanderson. I know Mr. Kelsey will pay the price."
"I'm a-going to, Ralph. What did he give you for hauling him from the water?"
"Twenty dollars."
"Shoo! He must be rich."
"I imagine he is."
"What are you going to do with the money?"
"Nothing; I've lost it."
"Lost it?"
"Yes."
And Ralph related the particulars of his encounter with Percy Paget, and how the money had disappeared during the fracas.
"It's a tarnal shame, Ralph! Thet air dude ain't worth your twenty-dollar bill nohow!"
"I am sorry he came here. I hope he stays away hereafter."
"I wouldn't take none of his talk," grumbled Bob Sanderson, with a shake of his grizzled head. "I reckon what he said about gettin' you into trouble is all nonsense."
"I hope it is, for I couldn't afford to lose my place here."
"Squire Paget isn't so powerful as his son thinks. There are lots of folks in this village gettin' tired of his domineerin' ways."
"I know he is not as powerful now as he was, but still he is squire, and that counts."
"Why don't you go on another hunt for the bill? Maybe it has floated away down the lake."
"I will go out. It will do no harm," said Ralph.
And neither did it do any good, for a half-hour's search on the lake and along the shore brought nothing of interest to light. The young