"Nickie, they'll never find us here."
"I hope not," Nick said.
At about the time that Nick and his sister were entering the first of the slashings the warden who was sleeping on the screen porch of the house that stood in the shade of the trees above the lake was wakened by the sun that, rising above the slope of open land behind the house, shone full on his face. the trees above the lake was wakened by the sun that, rising above the slope of open land behind the house, shone full on his face.
During the night the warden had gotten up for a drink of water and when he had come back from the kitchen he had lain down on the floor with a cushion from one of the chairs for a pillow. Now he waked, realized where he was, and got to his feet. He had slept on his right side because he had a .38 Smith and Wesson revolver in a shoulder holster under his left armpit. Now, awake, he felt for the gun, looked away from the sun, which hurt his eyes, and went into the kitchen where he dipped up a drink of water from the pail beside the kitchen table. The hired girl was building a fire in the stove and the warden said to her, "What about some breakfast?"
"No breakfast," she said. She slept in a cabin out behind the house and had come into the kitchen a half an hour before. The sight of the warden lying on the floor of the screen porch and the nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the table had frightened and disgusted her. Then it had made her angry.
"What do you mean, no breakfast?" the warden said, still holding the dipper.
"Just that."
"Why?"
"Nothing to eat."
"What about coffee?"
"No coffee."
"Tea?"
"No tea. No bacon. No corn meal. No salt. No pep per. No coffee. No Borden's canned cream. No Aunt Jemima buckwheat flour. No nothing."
"What are you talking about? There was plenty to eat last night."
"There isn't now. Chipmunks must have carried it away."
The warden from down state had gotten up when he heard them talking and had come into the kitchen.
"How do you feel this morning?" the hired girl asked him.
The warden ignored the hired girl and said, "What is it, Evans?"
"That son of a bitch came in here last night and got himself a pack load of grub."
"Don't you swear in my kitchen," the hired girl said.
"Come out here," the down-state warden said. They both went out on the screen porch and shut the kitchen door.
"What does that mean, Evans?" the down-state man pointed at the quart of Old Green River which had less than a quarter left in it. "How skunk-drunk were you?"
"I drank the same as you. I sat up by the table-"
"Doing what?"
"Waiting for the goddam Adams boy if he showed."
"And drinking."
"Not drinking. Then I got up and went in the kitchen and got a drink of water about half past four and I lay down here in front of the door to take it easier."
"Why didn't you lie down in front of the kitchen door?"
"I could see him better from here if he came."
"So what happened?"
"He must have come in the kitchen, through a window maybe, and loaded that stuff."
"Bullshit."
"What were you doing?" the local warden asked.
"I was sleeping the same as you."
"Okay. Let's quit fighting about it. That doesn't do any good."
"Tell that hired girl to come out here."
The hired girl came out and the down-state man said to her, "You tell Mrs. Adams we want to speak to her."
The hired girl did not say anything but went into the main part of the house, shutting the door after her.
"You better pick up the full and the empty bottles," the down-state man said. "There isn't enough of this to do any good. You want a drink of it?"
"No thanks. I've got to work today."
"I'll take one," the down-state man said, "it hasn't been shared right."
"I didn't drink any of it after you left," the local warden said doggedly.
"Why do you keep on with that bullshit?"
"It isn't bullshit."
The down-state man put the bottle down. "All right," he said to the hired girl, who had opened and shut the door behind her. "What did she say?"
"She has a sick headache and she can't see you. She says you have a warrant. She says for you to search the place if you want to and then go."
"What did she say about the boy?"
"She hasn't seen the boy and she doesn't know anything about him."
"Where are the other kids?"
"They're visiting at Charlevoix."
"Who are they visiting?"
"I don't know. She doesn't know. They went to the dance and they were going to stay over Sunday with friends."
"Who was that kid that was around here yesterday?"
"I didn't see any kid around here yesterday."
"There was."
"Maybe some friend of the children asking for them. Maybe some resorter's kid. Was it a boy or a girl?"
"A girl about eleven or twelve. Brown hair and brown eyes. Freckles. Very tanned. Wearing overalls and a boy's shirt. Barefooted."
"Sounds like anybody," the hired girl said. "Did you say eleven or twelve years old?"
"Oh, shit," said the man from down state. "You can't get anything out of these mossbacks."
"If I'm a mossback what's he?" the hired girl looked at the local warden. "What's Mr. Evans? His kids and me went to the same schoolhouse."
"Who was the girl?" Evans asked her. "Come on, Suzy. I can find out anyway."
"I wouldn't know," Suzy, the hired girl, said. "It seems like all kinds of people come by here now. I feel just like I'm in a big city."
"You don't want to get in any trouble, do you, Suzy?" Evans said.
"No, sir."
"I mean it."
"You don't want to get in any trouble either, do you?" Suzy asked him.
Out at the barn after they were hitched up the down-state man said, "We didn't do so good, did we?"
"He's loose now," Evans said. "He's got grub and he must have his rifle. But he's still in the area. I can get him. Can you track?"
"No. Not really. Can you?"
"In snow," the other warden laughed.
"But we don't have to track. We have to think out where he'll be."
"He didn't load up with all that stuff to go south. He'd just take a little something and head for the railway."
"I couldn't tell what was missing from the woodshed. But he had a big pack load from the kitchen. He's heading in somewhere. I got to check on all his habits and his friends and where he used to go. You block him off at Charlevoix and Petoskey and St. Ignace and Sheboygan. Where would you go if you were him?"
"I'd go to the Upper Peninsula."
"Me, too. He's been up there, too. The ferry is the easiest place to pick him up. But there's an awful big country between here and Sheboygan and he knows that country, too."
"We better go down and see Packard. We were going to check that today."
"What's to prevent him going down by East Jordan and Grand Traverse?"
"Nothing. But that isn't his country. He'll go some place that he knows."
Suzy came out when they were opening the gate in the fence.
"Can I ride down to the store with you? I've got to get some groceries."
"What makes you think we're going to the store?"
"Yesterday you were talking about going to see Mr. Packard."
"How are you going to get your groceries back?"
"I guess I can get a lift with somebody on the road or coming up the Jake. This is Saturday."
"All right. Climb up," the local warden said.
"Thank you, Mr. Evans," Suzy said.
At the general store and post office Evans hitched the team at the rack and he and the down-state man stood and talked before they went in.
"I couldn't say anything with that damned Suzy."
"Sure."
"Packard's a fine man. There isn't anybody better-liked in this country. You'd never get a conviction on that trout business against him. Nobody's going to scare him and we don't want to antagonize him."
"Do you think he'll cooperate?"
"Not if you act rough."
"We'll go see him."
Inside the store Suzy had gone straight through past the glass showcases, the opened barrels, the boxes, the shelves of canned goods, seeing nothing nor anyone until she came to the post office with its lockboxes and its general delivery and stamp window. The window was down and she went straight on to the back of the store. Mr. Packard was opening a packing box with a crowbar. He looked at her and smiled.
"Mr. John," the hired girl said, speaking very fast. "There's two wardens coming in that's after Nickie. He cleared out last night and his kid sister's gone with him. Don't let on about that. His mother knows it and it's all right. Anyhow she isn't going to say anything."
"Did he take all your groceries?"
"Most of them."
"You pick out what you need and make a list and I'll check it over with you."