"Oh tally!" broke in Dunmore, peeping at me through his quizzing-gla.s.s. "The lad"s moon-mad! A guinea to a china orange that the lad"s moon-mad. You may see it in his eyes, Sir Timerson. You may see he"s non compos--eh, Sir Timerson? Sink me if he isn"t!"
How I controlled myself I scarcely know, but I strove to remember that a hand raised to Lord Dunmore, Governor of Virginia, meant the ruin of my plans for the night. As I stood staring at the wizened macaroni, aching to take his sword, break it, and spank him with the fragments, I saw Jack Mount and the Weasel cautiously reconnoitring the situation from the hill"s edge.
Ere I could motion them away they had made up their minds that I was in distress, and now they came swaggering into our circle, thumbs hooked in their shirts, saluting poor Silver Heels with a flourish that drew a thin scream from Lady Shelton.
"Trouble with this old scratch-wig?" inquired Mount, nodding his head sideways towards Lord Dunmore.
"Damme!" gasped Dunmore. "Do you know who I am, you beast?"
"I know you"re a ruddled old hunks," said Mount, carelessly. "Who may the other guinea wig-stand be, Mr. Cardigan?"
As he spoke he looked across at Sir Timerson Chank, then suddenly his eyes grew big as saucers and a low whistle escaped his lips.
"Gad!" he exclaimed. "It"s the magistrate or I"m a codfish!"
"Fellow!" roared Sir Timerson, his face purpling with pa.s.sion.
"Fellow! Thunder and Mars! Lord Dunmore, this is Jack Mount, the highwayman!"
For an instant Dunmore stood transfixed, then he screamed out: "Close the gates! Close the gates, Sir Timerson! He shall not escape, damme!
No, he shall not escape! Call the constables, Sir Timerson; call the constables!"
Mount had paled a little, but now as Sir Timerson began to bellow for a constable, his colour came back and he stepped forward, laying a heavy hand on the horrified magistrate"s shoulder.
"Come now; come now," he said; "stop that bawling, or I"ll put your head between your knees and truss you up like a basted capon!" And he gave him a slight shake which dislodged Sir Timerson"s forty-guinea wig.
"You Tory hangman," said Mount, scowling, "if I ever took a penny from you it was to help drive you and your thieving crew out of the land!
Do you hear that? Now go and howl for your thief-takers, and take his Lordship, here, with you to squall for his precious constables!" And he gave Sir Timerson a shove over the gra.s.sy slope.
Lady Shelton shrieked as Sir Timerson went wabbling down the hill, but Mount turned fiercely on Dunmore and shook his huge fist under his nose.
"Hunt me down if you dare!" he growled. "Move a finger to molest me and the people shall know how you stop public runners and scalp them, too! Oho! Now you scare, eh? Out o" my way, you toothless toad!"
Dunmore shrank back, almost toppling down the hill, which he hurriedly descended and made off after Sir Timerson towards the pavilion.
"Come," said I, "that will do for the present, Jack. Look yonder! Your friend, the magistrate, is toddling fast to trap you. You should be starting if you mean to get out of this sc.r.a.pe a free man."
"Pooh!" replied Mount, swaggering. "I"ve time to dine if I chose, but I"m not hungry. Come, Cade; we needs must kick some planks out of that stockade below us, if they guard the gates. But we have time to stroll."
The Weasel did not appear to hear him, and stood staring at Silver Heels with an expression so strange that it was almost terrifying. For a moment I feared he had gone stark mad.
"Cade!" repeated Mount. "What is the matter, Cade? What do you see?
Not another fat magistrate? Cade! What on earth troubles you, old friend?" And he stepped quickly to the Weasel"s side, I following.
"Cade!" he cried, shaking his comrade"s arm.
The Weasel turned a ghastly face.
"Who is she?" he motioned, with his lips.
"Do you mean Miss Warren?" I asked, astonished.
"A ghost," he muttered, shivering in every limb.
Presently he began to move towards Silver Heels, and Mount and I drew him back by the shoulders.
"Cade! Cade!" cried Mount, anxiously. "Don"t look like that, for G.o.d"s sake!"
"For G.o.d"s sake," repeated Renard, trembling.
His eyes were dim with tears. Mount leaned over to me and whispered: "He is mad!" But the Weasel heard him and looked up slowly.
"No, no," he said; "a little wrong in the head, Jack, only a little wrong. I thought I saw my wife, Jack, or her ghost--ay, her ghost--the ghost of her youth and mine--"
A spasm shook him; he hid his face in his hands a moment, then scoured out the tears with his withered fingers.
"Ask the young lady"s pardon for me," he muttered; "I have frightened her."
I walked over to Silver Heels, who stood beside Lady Shelton, amazed at the scenes which had pa.s.sed so swiftly before her eyes, and I drew her aside, mechanically asking pardon from the petrified dowager.
"He is a little mad," I said; "he thought he saw in you the ghost of his lost wife. Sorrow has touched his brain, I think, but he is very gentle and means no harm. Speak to him, Silver Heels. I owe my life to those two men."
She stood looking at them a moment, then, laying her hand on my arm, she went slowly across to Mount and Renard.
They uncovered as she came up; the Weasel"s face grew dead and fixed, but the pathos in his eyes was indescribable.
"If you are Mr. Cardigan"s friends, you must be mine, too," said Silver Heels, sweetly. "All you have done for him, you have done for me."
Fascinated, Mount gaped at her, tongue-tied, clutching his c.o.o.n-skin cap to his breast. But the fibre of the two men showed the difference of their grain in a startling form, for, into Renard"s shrunken frame came something that straightened him and changed him; he lifted his head with a peculiar dignity almost venerable, and, stepping forward, took Silver Heels"s small hand in his with a delicate grace that any man might envy. Then he bent and touched her fingers with his lips.
"An old man"s devotion, my child," he said. "You have your mother"s eyes."
"My--my mother"s eyes?" faltered Silver Heels, glancing fearfully at me.
"Yes--your mother"s eyes--and all of her. I knew her, child."
"My--mother?"
He touched her hand with his lips again, slowly.
"I am a little troubled in my head sometimes," he said, gravely. "Do you fear me?"
"N--no," murmured Silver Heels.
Their eyes met in silence.
Presently I took Silver Heels by the hand and led her back to Lady Shelton.
"Madam," I said, "if aught of harm comes to these two men, through Lord Dunmore, betwixt this hour and the same hour to-morrow, there is not a hole on earth into which he can creep for mercy. Tell this to my Lord Dunmore, and bid him stay away. I speak in no heat, madam; I mean what I say. For as surely as I stand here now, that hour in which Lord Dunmore and Sir Timerson start to hunt us down, they die. Pray you, madam, so inform those gentlemen."