"Do but get me a draft of water!" I pleaded.
"Nary a drop!" says he, spinning the key on his finger under my nose, "Nor yet a foaming stoup o" good Kentish ale--nut brown--"
"Ha, rogue--rogue!" I panted, "twixt parched lips. "I"ll yet--avenge this torment--an" I live!"
"The legs of a man," says he, "are a vain thing and his strength likewise, and as to vengeance, shipmate, well--how goeth your vengeance as be more to ye than fortune or riches?" Here he paused, but I held my peace and he continued, "Here"s you now, you that was so mighty and fierce--aye, a very h.e.l.l-fire roarer--here"s that same you a-hanging here a very helpless, pitiful fool, shipmate, and thirsty "twould seem--"
Here I groaned again.
"And one not over sweet!" says he, stopping his nose.
Hereupon I cursed him, though faintly, and he comes a step nearer.
""Tis said my Lady Brandon and her gallant Sir Rupert Dering--him you overthrew, shipmate--do mean to come and take a look at you anon, though "tis shame you should be made a raree show--burn me!"
Hereupon, I fell into a sudden raging fury, striving so desperately against my bonds that the devilish engine wherein I stood shook and rattled again; but I strove to no purpose, and so presently hung there spent and bruised and breathless whiles Penfeather spun the key on his finger and sighed:
"Shipmate," says he, "wherefore irk yourself wi" bonds? Say but the word and I"ll deliver ye, bring ye to safe harbourage and cherish ye with much good ale. Be persuaded, now."
"Why then," groans I, "give me but until to-morrow to do what I will--and I"m yours!"
"Done!" says he, and forthwith set key to padlock; but scarce had he freed the head-board than he falls a-cursing "neath his breath. "Easy, comrade, easy!" quoth he, softly. "Bide still awhile--hither cometh yon beefy fool back again--so will I make show of miscalling ye till he be gone." The which he did forthwith, giving me "scurvy rogue" and the like. Now, lifting my head, whom should I behold but that same tall fellow had been my chief tormenter, and who now hasted over the green towards us.
"It be now"t but Farmer Darrell"s rick ablaze," says he to Penfeather, "so let "un burn, says I, Farmer Darrell be no friend o" mine. So I be come to sport wi" yon big rogue awhile." Herewith he stooped for some missile to cast at me; but now I straightened my back, the head-board gave and, ere the fellow was aware, I was creeping swiftly upon him.
Taken thus by surprise small chance had he, for, leaping on him, I bore him over on his back and kneeling on him, buried my fingers in his throat. And so I choked him (right joyfully) till Penfeather gripped my arm.
"Lord love me!" cries he, "Will ye kill the fool?"
"That will I!"
"And hang for him?"
"Nay--he"s scarce worth it."
"Then, devil burn ye--loose his windpipe!" So I loosed the fellow"s throat, and, despite his feeble kicks, began to drag him over the gra.s.s.
"What now, comrade?" says Penfeather. "Sink me, what now?"
"Watch and see!" So I brought the fellow to the pillory wherein I set him, and plucking the key from Penfeather, locked him there in my stead; which done I kicked him once or twice, and having found the cat"s carca.s.s made shift to hang the stinking thing about his neck; then tossing the key into the pond, I took to my heels and left the fellow groaning mighty dismal.
CHAPTER VII
HOW I HEARD TELL OF BLACK BARTLEMY"S TREASURE
Now scarce was I clear of the village than I was again seized of a deadly sickness and vertigo so that I stumbled and was like to fall, but that Penfeather propped me with his shoulder. In this fashion I made shift to drag myself along, nor would he suffer me stay or respite (maugre my weakness) until, following the brook, he had brought me into the green solitude of the woods.
Here then I sank down, sucking up the cool, sweet water "twixt parched lips, drinking until Penfeather stayed me, lest I should do myself hurt thereby. Thereafter, from strength reviving, I bathed my divers wounds (the which, though painful, were of small account) and fell to cleansing my spattered garments as well as I might.
"So we"re to be comrades, after all!" says Penfeather, watching me where he sat hard by.
"Aye--to-morrow!"
"And how goeth vengeance, shipmate?" At this I turned on him with clenched fist. "Nay, easy does it," says he, never budging, "for if "twas the folly of vengeance brought ye in the peccadille, "twas your comrade Adam Penfeather got ye out again--so easy all!"
""Twas you fired the rick, then?"
"None other!"
""Tis a hanging matter, I"ve heard!"
"Why a man must needs run some small risk for his comrade d"ye see--"
"Then, Adam Penfeather, I"m your debtor."
"Nay," says he, "there be no debts "twixt comrades o" the Brotherhood, "tis give and take, share and share!" And speaking, he drew forth a purse and emptying store of money on the gra.s.s betwixt us, divided it equally and pushed a pile of silver and copper towards me.
"And what"s this?" I demanded.
"Share and share, comrade!"
"But I"m no comrade o" yours till after to-night."
"Aha!" says he, pinching his long chin. "Is"t more vengeance then?"
"Keep your money till it be earned!" I muttered.
"Sink me--and there"s pride for ye!" says he. "Pride which is a vain thing and vengeance which is a vainer. Lord love me, shipmate, "tis plain to see you"re o" the quality, "spite your rags--blue blood, high-breeding, n.o.blesse oblige and all the rest on"t."
"Stint your gab!" says I, scowling.
""Tis writ large all over ye," he went on placidly enough. "As for me, I"m but a plain man wi" no time for vengeance and no whit o" pride about me anywhere. What I says to you is, get to wind"ard o"
vengeance--nay, heave it overboard, shipmate, and you"ll ride the easier, aye and sweeter, and seek something more useful--gold, for instance, "tis a handy thing, I"ve heard say--so ha" done wi"
vengeance!"
"No!" says I, frowning. "Not--nay, not for all Bartlemy"s treasure!"
"Aha!" quoth he softly. "So you"ve heard tell of it then, along the Spanish Main?"
"I heard tell of it last night in a cave from a sailor-man."
"How?" says he starting and with keen eyes glancing hither and thither.
"A sailor-man--hereabouts?"
"Damme!" says I, "the country seems thick o" sailor-men."
"Ha! D"ye say so? And what like was this one?"