Red Dynamite by Roy J. Snell

Author:Roy J. Snell
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781634211543
Publisher: Duke Classics

Chapter XI - A Ride in the Night

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An hour later Johnny Thompson found the Kentucky boy sitting in a chair beside the range in the cook room of the Blue Moon. He was all crumpled up like a rag doll and still shaking like a leaf in the wind. Once, when Johnny was in Central American jungles, he saw a monkey caught in a wire trap. He too had been all crumpled up and trembling. Ballard was like that. A great wave of remorse swept over him. "Shouldn't have brought him up here," he told himself savagely. "Belongs down there in the mountains, he does, down there where men are free as squirrels or woodchucks."

And yet, as he paused for sober thought, he could not be sure. What should be done?

"Boy, why did you do it?" he asked in a voice that vibrated with kindness.

"Can't nobody call me no name like that," the Kentucky boy grumbled without looking up. "Just can't nobody at all."

"So that sneering guard called him a vile name!" Johnny thought to himself. "There's a penalty for that too, but Kentucky didn't know. Too bad! No good to tell him now."

What should be done? He was seized with a sudden inspiration.

"Ballard," he spoke in as steady a tone as he could command, "I'm driving back to the mouth of Pounding Mill Creek for the week end. Want to go along?"

Ballard did not look up. He replied in a word of one syllable: "Yes." Yet it is probable that few spoken words have ever expressed so much.

"All right. We'll start in an hour. With luck, we'll be there in seven hours."

For a boy, Johnny had a very long head. There were many things he might have done. He might have remonstrated with Ballard, told him that in the mountains you could kill a man for calling you the wrong kind of name, but not in Hillcrest. He might have sympathized with him, might have said, "We'll get even with that Naperville mob." The thing he did could not have been more right, had he been advised by a score of older heads.

When at last they started, there were three in the car instead of two. He had run across Jensie. She had insisted on going along. The car seat was wide. Johnny was not slow in accepting her challenge. So, with an hour of sunlight and many hours of glorious moonlight before them, they took the long, broad, winding trail that leads south.

Mile after mile sped by and not a word was said by anyone. They are strangely quiet people, these mountain folks—yet there are times when they appear to speak without saying any words. Their very silence speaks for them. Johnny had felt this many times. He was feeling it now. Jensie seemed to be saying, "Don't be too hard on him, Johnny. Don't let the boys be too hard on him. It's our mountain ways." And Ballard? He seemed to be saying, "I won't go back. I'll never go back.

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