continued the blacksmith with contemptuous emphasis. "Him as larn"t folks to fill the public and empty the cupboard."
There was a murmur among the men as they twisted about.
"Ax them what they mak" of him "at spent four days in Lunnon and came back another man--ax the women-folk; they"re maistly reet, I reckon."
Another uneasy movement among the men.
"Burn my body! and what"s the women to me?" said Drayton.
"Nay, nowt," answered the blacksmith. "Your awn wife seems nowdays powerful keen for your company."
Drayton"s eyes were red, but the fire died out of them in an instant. He stepped up to the blacksmith and held out his hand.
"You"ve licked me," he said, in another tone, "but I ain"t the man to keep spite, I ain"t; so come along, old fence, and let"s wet it."
"That"s weel said," put in Tommy Lowthwaite, the landlord.
"It"s no"but fair," said d.i.c.k, the miller.
"He"s a reet sort, after all," said Job, the mason.
"He"s his awn fadder"s son, is Paul Ritson," said Tom o" Dint.
In two minutes more the soiled company were trampling knee-deep through rank beds of rushes on their way to the other side of the dale. They stopped a few yards from a pit shaft with its headgear and wheel.
"Let"s take my brother"s ken for it," said Drayton, and they turned into a one-story house that stood near.
It was a single capacious chamber, furnished more like a library than an office; carpets, rugs, a cabinet, easychairs, and a solid table in the middle of the floor. The c.o.c.k-fighters filed in and sat down on every available chair, on the table, and at last on the floor.
"Squat and whiff," said Drayton, "and, Tommy, you out with the corks, quick."
"It must be a bonny money-making consarn to keep up the likes of this,"
said the miller, settling himself uneasily in an easy-chair.
d.i.c.k was telling himself what a fool he had been not to ask more than the fifty pounds he received for the damage once done by fire to his mill.
"Have you never heard as it ain"t all gold as glitters?" said Drayton; and he struck a lucifer match on the top of the mahogany table.
"What, man, dusta mean as the pit"s not paying?" said the blacksmith.
Drayton gave his head a sidelong shake of combined astuteness and reserve.
"I mak" no doubt now as you have to lend Master Hugh many a gay penny,"
said Tom o" Dint in an insinuating tone.
"Least said, soonest mended," said Drayton, sententiously, and smiled a mighty knowing smile.
Then the men laughed, and the landlord handed the bottles round, and all drank out of the necks, and puffed dense volumes of smoke from their pipes, and spat on the carpet.
And still the birds sung in the clear air without, and still the ghylls rumbled, and still the light wind souched through the gra.s.s, and still the morning sunlight shone over all.
The door opened, and Hugh Ritson entered, followed by the lawyer, Mr.
Bonnithorne. There was a steely glimmer in his eyes as he stood just inside the threshold and looked round.
"Come, get out of this!" he said.
The men shuffled to their feet and were elbowing their way out. Drayton, who sat on the table, removed his pipe from between his teeth and called on them to remain.
Hugh Ritson stepped up to Drayton and touched him on the shoulder.
"I want to speak with you," he said.
"What is it?" demanded Drayton.
"I want to speak with you," repeated Hugh.
"What is it? Out with it. You"ve got the gift of the gab, hain"t ye?
Don"t mind my friends."
Hugh Ritson"s face whitened, and a cold smile pa.s.sed over it.
"Your time is near," he muttered, and he turned on his heel.
As he stepped out of the noisesome chamber, a loud, hoa.r.s.e laugh followed him. He drew a long breath.
"Thank G.o.d it will soon be over!" he said.
Bonnithorne was at his side.
"Is it to be to-morrow?" asked the lawyer.
"To-morrow," said Hugh Ritson.
"Have you told him?"
"Tell him yourself, Bonnithorne. I can bear with the man no longer. I shall be doing something that I may repent."
"Have you apprised Parson Christian?"
Hugh Ritson bent his head.
"And Greta?"
"She won"t come," said Hugh. "The girl could never breathe the same air as that scoundrel for five minutes together."
"And yet he"s her half-brother," said the lawyer, softly; and then he added, with the conventional smile: "Odd, isn"t it?"