poor dear. His life has been so unfortunate, how could we deny him the chance to better himself?â
She paused, appearing quite pleased with herself, and looked from me to Mr. Trask and back. Mr. Trask, who was also smiling now, nodded.
âYou mean heâs not here?â I asked dumbly, not quite taking in what I was hearing. I tried to remember exactly what Iâd overheard them saying. Thereâd been something about âthe Injun,â I was sure.
âNot anymore, dearie,â said Mrs. Trask, pulling a mournful face. âWe did what was best for him, with no thought at all for ourselves. He was our biggest draw, you see. It wasnât easy for us to let him go, you can believe that.â She sighed, and gave a little shrug.
But the thing was, I didnât believe her. Ezra was there, I knew it. I could feel it. Was I reading Lovey Trask right? I thought I was. So I said, âBut Iâve come from Vestry and he was with you then. That was just three days back.â
âOh, yes, indeed, he was still with us then,â she said. The sharp look had come back to her eyes. âBut, you see, it was in Vestry that the other show folks saw your friend and made their offer. So we parted ways there, wishing him Godspeed and good fortune. And here we are, without our main attraction, but happy in the knowledge that Ezra is headed for bigger and better things.â
âPerhaps,â Hiram Trask added, âif you left right away, you could catch up to them. They were going northeast toward Boston, I believe.â
âI reckon Iâll do that,â I said. âNortheast, you say?â I pretended I was thinking it over. âYes, I believe Iâll try and catch up. Thank you kindly for the information, Mr. and Mrs. Trask.â
âOh, shush, it was nothing,â said Mrs. Trask. âAnd itâs Lovey and Hiram, remember? Any friend of Ezra Ketchamâs is a friend to us. Do give him our best, wonât you? We thought of him as family, Hiram and I did.â
I started to go, then turned back like Iâd just thought of something. âToo bad Iâll be on the road tonight,â I said. âIâd have liked to see the show. What time does it begin anyhow?â
âEight oâclock,â said Hiram. âBut youâll be well on your way by then, I imagine.â
âI reckon so,â I said. âI aim to go a good distance before nightfall.â
âSafe travels, dearie!â called Lovey.
âI thank you!â I called back.
Beckwith had told me I wasnât a good liar, and maybe I wasnât. Iâd have to have a lot of practice to be as good at it as the Trasks. But I figured Iâd done all right.
11
MY HEAD WAS BOILING like a tub on washday as I ran back to where Beckwith had set up camp. I was near as mad as Iâd ever been in my life. It had taken every bit of my will to hold back from running to the other wagons and searching them till I found where they were keeping Ezra.
Iâd stopped myself, and it wasnât only âcause of Hiramâs rifle. I aimed to get Ezra free of the Trasks, and I needed to think out a plan. Already one was starting to take shape in my mind.
Beckwith was washed and dressed and slicking back his hair with a comb when I showed up. Like the show folks, he had a line hung up with some clothes airing, and a fire going. I poured out the whole story of what Iâd seen and heard.
âSo I figure weâll go back there tonight, when the Trasks will have Ezra out in plain sight for the show,â I went on. âThey canât say he ainât there in front of all the other folks whoâll be looking right at him. And, anyhow, soon as he sees me, thatâll be the end of it.â
âThose Trasks stated clear that he wasnât there,â Beckwith said. âWhat makes you so sure he is?â
âIf youâd been there, youâd have known those