CHAPTER II
A DOWNING STREET SENSATION
"Me ride eight miles on an "orse!" exclaimed Bindle, looking up at the foreman in surprise. "An" who"s a-comin" to "old me on?"
Bindle stood in the yard of Messrs. Empsom & Daley, cartage contractors, regarding a pair of burly cart-horses, ready-harnessed, with the traces thrown over their backs.
The foreman explained in the idiom adopted by foreman that "orders is orders."
"You can ride on top, run beside, or "ang on be"ind; but you got to be at Merton at twelve o"clock," he said. "We jest "ad a telephone message that a van"s stranded this side o" Merton, "orses broken down, an" you an" Tippitt "ave got to take these "ere and deliver the goods.
Then take the van where you"re told, an" bring back them ruddy "orses "ere, an" don"t you forget it."
Bindle scratched his head through the blue and white cricket cap he habitually wore. Horses had suddenly a.s.sumed for him a new significance. With elaborate intentness he examined the particular animal that had been a.s.signed to him.
"Wot part d"you sit on, ole son?" he enquired of Tippitt, a pale, weedy youth, with a thin dark moustache that curled into the corners of his mouth. Tippitt"s main characteristic was that he always had a cigarette either stuck to his lip or behind his ear. Sometimes both.
"On "is tail," replied Tippitt laconically, his cigarette wagging up and down as he spoke.
"Sit on "is wot?" cried Bindle, walking round to the stern of his animal and examining the tail with great attention. "Sit on "is wot?"
"On "is tail," repeated Tippitt without manifesting any interest in the conversation. "Right back on "is "aunches," he added by way of explanation; "more comfortable."
"Oh!" said Bindle, relieved, "I see. Pity you can"t say wot you mean, Tippy, ain"t it? Personally, meself, I"d sooner sit well up, so as I could put me arms round "is neck. Hi! Spotty!" he called to an unprepossessing stable-hand. "Bring a ladder."
"A wot?" enquired Spotty dully.
"A ladder," explained Bindle. "I got to mount this "ere Derby winner."
Spotty strolled leisurely across the yard towards Bindle, and for a moment stood regarding the horse in a detached sort of way.
"I"ll give you a leg up, mate," he said accommodatingly.
Bindle looked at the horse suspiciously and, seeing there were no indications of vice, at the same time realising that there was nothing else to be done, he acquiesced.
"Steady on, ole sport," he counselled Spotty. "Don"t you chuck me clean over the other side."
With a dexterous heave, Spotty landed him well upon the animal"s back.
Bindle calmly proceeded to throw one leg over, sitting astride.
"Not that way," said Tippitt, "both legs on the near side."
"You can ride your nag wot way you like, Tippy," said Bindle; "but as for me, I likes to "ave a leg each side. "Ow the "ell am I goin" to "old on if I sit like a bloomin" lady. My Gawd!" he exclaimed, pa.s.sing his hand along the backbone of the animal, "if I don"t "ave a cushion I shall wear through in two ticks. "Ere, Spotty, give us a cloth o"
some sort, then you can back me as a two-to-one chance."
Tippitt, more accustomed than Bindle to such adventures, vaulted lightly upon his animal, and led the way out of the yard. For some distance they proceeded at an ambling walk, which Bindle found in no way inconvenient. Just as they had entered the Fulham Road, where it branches off from the Brompton Road, an urchin gave Bindle"s horse a flick on the flank with a stick, sending it into a ponderous trot, amidst the jangle and clatter of harness. Bindle clutched wildly at the collar.
""Ere, stop "im, somebody! "Old "im!" he yelled. "I touched the wrong b.u.t.ton. Whoa, steady, whoa, ole iron!" he shouted. Then turning his head to one side he called out: "Tippy, Tippy, where the "ell is the brake? For Gawd"s sake stop "im before "e shakes me into a jelly!"
Tippitt"s animal jangled up beside that on which Bindle was mounted, and both once more fell back into the ponderous lope at which they had started. With great caution Bindle raised himself into an upright position.
"I wonder wot made "im do a thing like that," he said reproachfully.
"Bruised me all over "e "as. I shan"t be able to sit down for a month.
"Ere, stop "im, Tippy. I"m gettin" orf."
Tippitt stretched out his hand and brought both horses to a standstill. Bindle slipped ungracefully over his animal"s tail.
"You can "ave "im, Tippy, ole sport, I"m goin" to walk," he announced.
"When I get tired o" walking, I"ll get on a bus. I"ll meet you at Wimbledon Common;" and Tippitt, his cigarette hanging loosely from a still looser lower lip, reached over, caught the animal"s bridle and, without comment, continued on his way westward.
"Well, live "an learn," mumbled Bindle to himself. "I don"t care wot a jockey gets; but "e earns it, every penny. Fancy an "orse bein" as "ard as that. Catch you up presently, Tippy," he cried. "Mind you don"t fall orf," and Bindle turned into The Drag and Hounds "for somethink to take the bruises out," as he expressed it to himself.
"Catch me a-ridin" of an "orse again without an air-cushion," he muttered as he came out of the public-bar wiping his mouth. He hailed a west-bound bus, and, climbing on the top and lighting his pipe, proceeded to enjoy the morning sunshine.
When Tippitt reached the extreme end of Wimbledon Common, Bindle rose from the gra.s.s by the roadside, where he had been leisurely smoking and enjoying the warmth.
""Ad quite a pleasant little snooze, Tippy," he yawned, as he stretched his arms behind his head. "Wonder who first thought o"
ridin" on an "orse"s back," he yawned. "As for me, I"d jest as soon ride on an "and-saw."
They jogged along in the direction of Merton, Bindle walking beside the horses, Tippitt silent and apathetic, his cigarette still attached to his lower lip.
"You ain"t wot I should call a chatty cove, Tippy," remarked Bindle conversationally; "but then," he added, "that "as its points. If you don"t open your mouth, no woman can"t say you ever asked "er to marry you, can she?"
"Married, mate!" Tippitt vouchsafed the information without expression or interest.
Bindle stood still and looked at him.
Tippitt unconcernedly continued on his way.
"Well, I"m d.a.m.ned!" remarked Bindle, as he continued after the horses.
"Well, I"m d.a.m.ned! They"d get you if you was deaf an" dumb an" blind.
Pore ole Tippy! no wonder "e looks like that."
Just outside Merton they came upon a stranded pantechnicon. Drawn up in front of it was a motor-car containing two ladies.
"This the little lot?" enquired Bindle as they pulled up beside the vehicle, which bore the name of John Smith & Company, Merton.
"Are you from Empson & Daleys?" enquired the elder of the two ladies, a sallow-faced, angular woman with pince-nez.
"That"s us, mum," responded Bindle.
"I suppose those are the horses," remarked the same lady, indicating the animals with an inclination of her head.
"You ain"t got much to learn in the way o" guessing, mum," was Bindle"s cheery response.
The lady eyed him disapprovingly. Her companion at the wheel smiled.
She was younger. Bindle winked at her; but she froze instantly.