Sam Steele's Adventures on Land and Sea by L. Frank Baum

I awaited with as much patience as I could muster the result of the venture. I was proud of Uncle Naboth's bravery, and hoped he would be successful. Surely the brief interview with my newly acquired relative had caused a great change in my future prospects, for it was not likely that my mother's brother would desert me in my extremity. I had left the house that was now no longer my home without a single friend to whom I could turn, and behold, here was a champion waiting to espouse my cause! Mr. Perkins was somewhat peculiar in his actions, it is true, but he was my uncle and my dead father's partner, and already I was beginning to have faith in him.

It was a full half hour before I saw him coming back along the path; but now he no longer strutted with proud determination. Instead, his whole stout little body drooped despondently; his hat was thrust back from his forehead, and upon his deeply wrinkled face stood big drops of perspiration.

"Sam," said he, standing before me with a rather sheepish air, "I were wrong, an' I beg your pardon. That woman ain't no she-tiger. I mis-stated the case. She's a she-devil!"

The words were laden with disgust and indignation. Uncle Naboth drew out his gorgeous handkerchief and wiped his face with it. Then he dropped upon the bench and pushed his big hands deep into his capacious pockets, with the air of a man crushed and defeated.

I sighed.

"Then she refused to give up the property?"

"Give up? She'd die first. Why, Sam, the critter tried to brain me with a gridiron! Almost, my boy, you was an orphan agin. He who fights an' runs away may n't get much credit for it, but he's a durned sight safer ner a dead man. The Perkinses was allus a reckless crew; but sooner 'n face that female agin I'd tackle a mad bull!"

"Won't the law help us? " I asked.

"The law! " cried Mr. Perkins, in a voice of intense horror. "W'y, Sam, the law's more to be dreaded than a woman. It's an invention of the devil to keep poor mortals from becomin' too happy in this 'ere vale o' tears. My boy, if ye ever has to choose between the law an' a woman, my advice is to commit suicide at once. It's quicker an' less painful."

"But the law stands for justice," I protested.

"That's the bluff it puts up," said Uncle Naboth, "but it ain't so. An' where's your proof agin Mrs. Ranck, anyhow? Cap'n Steele foolishly put the house in her name. If she ain't honest enough to give it up, no one can take it from her. An' he kep' secret about the fortune that was left in his room, so we can't describe the things you've been robbed of. Altogether, it's jest a hopeless case. The she-devil has made up her mind to inherit your fortune, an' you can't help yourself."

As I stared into the little man's face the tears came into my eyes and blurred my sight. He thrust the red handkerchief into my hand, and I quickly wiped away the traces of unmanly weakness. And when I could see plainly again my uncle was deeply involved in one of his fits of silent merriment, and his shoulders were shaking spasmodically. I waited for him to cough and choke, which he proceeded to do before regaining his gravity. The attack seemed to have done him good, for he smiled at my disturbed expression and laid a kindly hand on my shoulder.

"Run up to the house, my lad, an' get your bundle of clothes," he said. "I'll be here when you get back. Don't worry over what's gone. I'll take care o' you, hereafter."

I gave him a grateful glance and clasped his big, horny hands in both my own.

"Thank you, uncle," said I; "I don't know what would have become of me if you had not turned up just as you did."

"Lucky; wasn't it, Sam? But run along and get your traps."

I obeyed, walking slowly and thoughtfully back to the house. When I tried to raise the latch I found the door locked.

"Mrs. Ranck! " I called. "Mrs. Ranck, let me in, please. I've come for my clothes."

There was no answer. I rattled the latch, but all in vain. So I sat down upon the steps of the porch, wondering what I should do. It was a strange and unpleasant sensation, to find myself suddenly barred from the home in which I had been born and wherein I had lived all my boyhood days. It was only my indignation against this selfish and hard old woman that prevented me from bursting into another flood of tears, for my nerves were all unstrung by the events of the past few hours. However, anger held all other passion in check for the moment, and I was about to force an entrance through the side window, as I had done on several occasions before, when the sash of the window in my own attic room was pushed up and a bundle was projected from it with such good aim that it would have struck my head, had I not instinctively dodged it.

Mrs. Ranck's head followed the bundle far enough to cast a cruel and triumphant glance into my upturned face.