townsend strawbridge, jack’s father, lived alone in what was left of a once very large estate in the upper end of the pleasant champlain valley. the old dwelling was located on the outskirts of the village of middlebury less than fifty miles from drueryville, and it was toward this point that jack hurried as soon as he received the precious yellow envelope and final instructions from dr. moorland.
mr. strawbridge had in his day suffered a double misfortune through losing his wife and his money almost at the same time. his story was the same as that of many others in that region of the country. he had discovered outcroppings of another section of the rich marble vein that runs from one end of the champlain[18] valley to the other and almost bisects the state of vermont. lured on by the vast fortune that certain other men were making in marble quarrying, mr. strawbridge sought to develop his own property. all the money he had saved, as well as all that he could borrow on mortgages, was invested in quarrying machines, derricks and the like. with these and a force of burly canadian quarrymen he went to work, opening quarry holes in what had once been the farm’s pasture lot.
but unfortunately he had not been able to gather together money enough to more than to tide him over the early part of the operation. this consisted in removing the top soil and breaking away the upper layers of worthless stone, a condition he had not reckoned with. the result was that when the channeling machines were finally put to work to get out the first blocks mr. strawbridge found himself unable to finance the undertaking much longer. he tried to borrow more money, but before he could successfully negotiate a loan the quarrymen called a general strike throughout the state and the men at the strawbridge[19] quarries went out with the rest. the strike affected the entire valley and every one was pressed for money. instead of making new loans old accounts were called in, and since mr. strawbridge had no way of meeting his debts, the mortgages on his property were foreclosed. however, he had steadfastly refused to mortgage his house and the property on which it stood. nor would he jeopardize his interest in the old pasture lot where the quarries were located; consequently these sections alone were saved to him.
on top of all this trouble jack’s mother died. this was almost more than mr. strawbridge could stand and for several years he was very much depressed. but gradually he was mastering his unhappiness. he was, in fact, working on a plan to organize a company and develop his marble quarries and this served to keep his mind occupied enough to prevent unpleasant memories from creeping in.
naturally his son was very dear to him. in fact, he and jack were more like chums than father and son. in summer, during jack’s long vacation, they would go hunting and fishing[20] together and have a thoroughly good time in general. in the fall and winter, when jack was at drueryville, mr. strawbridge made weekly visits to the old academy, just for the pleasure of being able to chat with jack and his schoolboy companions.
considering this mutual affection it may seem strange that his father was willing to let jack spend his vacation in mexico, but then, as mr. strawbridge said in his letter to jack sanctioning the trip, “it is an opportunity that you cannot well miss, as it will give you a chance to see a very wonderful country. if you do not avail yourself of this chance you may have to wait a long time before i can afford to pay the expenses of such a journey. besides, you will be able to earn enough money to pay your tuition next year which also counts for a great deal because i am now using every penny i have at my command to re-establish my fortune.”
when jack reached home that sunday afternoon after leaving the academy, mr. strawbridge was for putting by his plans for organizing a quarry operating company and devoting[21] the entire week to his son. but jack would not hear to this, for he was thoroughly interested in the work of reopening the quarries. mr. strawbridge was well pleased at this and explained all the intricacies of issuing stock and organizing a company until the boy had secured an excellent insight into business of this nature. many hours were spent in wandering over the old pasture lot and climbing in and out of the quarry holes. they even visited other quarries that were being successfully operated in the vicinity of middlebury.
but though they were employed in working out the more serious problems of life they did find time to go a-wandering beside babbling trout brooks with their fly rods. altogether they crowded more enjoyment into that one week than they really expected and friday morning came all too soon for both of them. this, in spite of the fact that jack was looking forward to his voyage to mexico with as much enthusiasm as ever.
after breakfast the last morning before his departure jack went over the contents of his[22] valise to see that nothing important had been overlooked. while he was thus engaged his father asked him to step into the library for a moment. when jack entered the room mr. strawbridge was seated at his desk and before him lay a huge blue steel colt revolver, a well-worn leather holster and a cartridge belt studded with brass ends of many cartridges. jack had often viewed this weapon in his father’s room and occasionally he had been allowed to fire it at a target when his father was at hand.
“my son,” said mr. strawbridge kindly as he patted the heavy six-shooter, “you have been greatly honored by your principal, dr. moorland. he has asked you to undertake a mission of importance. he has entrusted you with valuable drawings, the loss of which would mean the ruination perhaps of a man’s most important contribution to the scientific world. all this has pleased me a great deal for i find satisfaction in knowing others besides myself have faith in your ability to carry out an undertaking. do everything you can, my boy, to have them retain this faith. i[23] realized when i gave you permission to go to mexico that i was letting you take your life in your own hands. this worried me a great deal at first, but i would not for anything in the world cheat you of the honor of making that journey successfully. you will be traveling most of the time among people to whom human life is of little value. these people are violent and warlike. they are uneducated and untrained, and all the time that you are in their country your life will be in danger. for that reason i am going to give you this revolver. take it and use it only in self-defense or in a cause that is honorable. if others believe that you are to carry out an important task i am ready to believe that you are careful enough to know how to use a weapon of this kind and not misuse it.”
jack’s heart beat fast as he took the heavy holster and cartridge belt from the desk. he always liked to feel it in his hands, and to examine it closely. he had been accustomed to firearms of all kinds, but this huge army revolver fascinated him because of its massiveness.
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“father,” he said finally, “i shall be as careful with this as you have been, and you can be certain that whatever use it is put to will be honorable.”
“jack, i believe you,” said mr. strawbridge heartily, as he grasped his son’s hand.
the rest of the day jack and his father devoted to planning the details of his trip and at four o’clock mr. strawbridge opened the heavy door of his private safe and took the yellow envelope from the compartment in which it had been reposing since jack’s arrival from drueryville. he also took a heavy waterproof wallet from the safe and emptying the papers contained therein gave it to jack with instructions always to keep the precious drawings in it. the wallet, with drawings inside, jack placed in an inner pocket of his coat, taking good care first to see that there were no small holes that might become enlarged by the weight of the package, thereby providing a way for it to slip through. shortly after that the village bus drove to the door and jack and his father bundled inside.[25] thus did our hero depart on the first stage of what was to prove an unusual adventure.
the express from montreal that was to take him to new york was in the station when he arrived and jack had but a very few minutes to say a last good-by to his parent. in fact, the train started as they were shaking hands and jack just had time to toss his bag to a dusky pullman porter and swing aboard.
