"And the cave," said Bertram, in the same tone, "is close beside it; are you guiding us there?"
"Yes," said the gipsy in a decided tone. "Bend up both your hearts; follow me as I creep in; I have placed the fire-wood so as to screen you. Bide behind it for a gliff till I say, "The hour and the man are baith come"; then rin in on him, take his arms, and bind him till the blood burst frae his finger nails."
"I will, by my soul," said Henry, "if he is the man I suppose- Jansen?"
"Ay, Jansen, Hatteraick, and twenty mair names are his."
"Dinmont, you must stand by me now," said Bertram, "for this fellow is a devil."
"Ye needna doubt that," said the stout yeoman; "but I wish I could mind a bit prayer or I creep after the witch into that hole that she"s opening. It wad be a sair thing to leave the blessed sun and the free air, and gang and be killed like a tod that"s run to earth, in a dungeon like that. But, my sooth, they will be hard- bitten terriers will worry Dandie; so, as I said, deil hae me if I baulk you." This was uttered in the lowest tone of voice possible. The entrance was now open. Meg crept in upon her hands and knees, Bertram followed, and Dinmont, after giving a rueful glance toward the daylight, whose blessings he was abandoning, brought up the rear.
CHAPTER LIV
Die, prophet! in thy speech; For this, among the rest, was I ordained.
Henry VI. Part III.
The progress of the Borderer, who, as we have said, was the last of the party, was fearfully arrested by a hand, which caught hold of his leg as he dragged his long limbs after him in silence and perturbation through the low and narrow entrance of the subterranean pa.s.sage. The steel heart of the bold yeoman had well- nigh given way, and he suppressed with difficulty a shout, which, in the defenceless posture and situation which they then occupied, might have cost all their lives. He contented himself, however, with extricating his foot from the grasp of this unexpected follower. "Be still," said a voice behind him, releasing him; "I am a friend-Charles Hazlewood."
These words were uttered in a very low voice, but they produced sound enough to startle Meg Merrilies, who led the van, and who, having already gained the place where the cavern expanded, had risen upon her feet. She began, as if to confound any listening ear, to growl, to mutter, and to sing aloud, and at the same time to make a bustle among some brushwood which was now heaped in the cave.
"Here, beldam, deyvil"s kind," growled the harsh voice of Dirk Hatteraick from the inside of his den, "what makest thou there?"
"Laying the roughies to keep the cauld wind frae you, ye desperate do-nae-good. Ye"re e"en ower weel off, and wotsna; it will be otherwise soon."
"Have you brought me the brandy, and any news of my people?" said Dirk Hatteraick.
"There"s the flask for ye. Your people-dispersed, broken, gone, or cut to ribbands by the redcoats."
"Der deyvil! this coast is fatal to me."
"Ye may hae mair reason to say sae."
While this dialogue went forward, Bertram and Dinmont had both gained the interior of the cave and a.s.sumed an erect position. The only light which illuminated its rugged and sable precincts was a quant.i.ty of wood burnt to charcoal in an iron grate, such as they use in spearing salmon by night. On these red embers Hatteraick from time to time threw a handful of twigs or splintered wood; but these, even when they blazed up, afforded a light much disproportioned to the extent of the cavern; and, as its princ.i.p.al inhabitant lay upon the side of the grate most remote from the entrance, it was not easy for him to discover distinctly objects which lay in that direction. The intruders, therefore, whose number was now augmented unexpectedly to three, stood behind the loosely-piled branches with little risk of discovery. Dinmont had the sense to keep back Hazlewood with one hand till he whispered to Bertram, "A friend-young Hazlewood."
It was no time for following up the introduction, and they all stood as still as the rocks around them, obscured behind the pile of brushwood, which had been probably placed there to break the cold wind from the sea, without totally intercepting the supply of air. The branches were laid so loosely above each other that, looking through them towards the light of the fire-grate, they could easily discover what pa.s.sed in its vicinity, although a much stronger degree of illumination than it afforded would not have enabled the persons placed near the bottom of the cave to have descried them in the position which they occupied.
The scene, independent of the peculiar moral interest and personal danger which attended it, had, from the effect of the light and shade on the uncommon objects which it exhibited, an appearance emphatically dismal. The light in the fire-grate was the dark-red glare of charcoal in a state of ignition, relieved from time to time by a transient flame of a more vivid or duskier light, as the fuel with which Dirk Hatteraick fed his fire was better or worse fitted for his purpose. Now a dark cloud of stifling smoke rose up to the roof of the cavern, and then lighted into a reluctant and sullen blaze, which flashed wavering up the pillar of smoke, and was suddenly rendered brighter and more lively by some drier fuel, or perhaps some splintered fir-timber, which at once converted the smoke into flame. By such fitful irradiation they could see, more or less distinctly, the form of Hatteraick, whose savage and rugged cast of features, now rendered yet more ferocious by the circ.u.mstances of his situation and the deep gloom of his mind, a.s.sorted well with the rugged and broken vault, which rose in a rude arch over and around him. The form of Meg Merrilies, which stalked about him, sometimes in the light, sometimes partially obscured in the smoke or darkness, contrasted strongly with the sitting figure of Hatteraick as he bent over the flame, and from his stationary posture was constantly visible to the spectator, while that of the female flitted around, appearing or disappearing like a spectre.
Bertram felt his blood boil at the sight of Hatteraick. He remembered him well under the name of Jansen, which the smuggler had adopted after the death of Kennedy; and he remembered also that this Jansen, and his mate Brown, the same who was shot at Woodbourne, had been the brutal tyrants of his infancy. Bertram knew farther, from piecing his own imperfect recollections with the narratives of Mannering and Pleydell, that this man was the prime agent in the act of violence which tore him from his family and country, and had exposed him to so many distresses and dangers. A thousand exasperating reflections rose within his bosom; and he could hardly refrain from rushing upon Hatteraick and blowing his brains out.
At the same time this would have been no safe adventure. The flame, as it rose and fell, while it displayed the strong, muscular, and broad-chested frame of the ruffian, glanced also upon two brace of pistols in his belt, and upon the hilt of his cutla.s.s: it was not to be doubted that his desperation was commensurate with his personal strength and means of resistance. Both, indeed, were inadequate to encounter the combined power of two such men as Bertram himself and his friend Dinmont, without reckoning their unexpected a.s.sistant Hazlewood, who was unarmed, and of a slighter make; but Bertram felt, on a moment"s reflection, that there would be neither sense nor valour in antic.i.p.ating the hangman"s office, and he considered the importance of making Hatteraick prisoner alive. He therefore repressed his indignation, and awaited what should pa.s.s between the ruffian and his gipsy guide.
"And how are ye now?" said the harsh and discordant tones of his female attendant." Said I not, it would come upon you-ay, and in this very cave, where ye harboured after the deed?"
"Wetter and sturm, ye hag!" replied Hatteraick, "keep your deyvil"s matins till they"re wanted. Have you seen Glossin?"
"No," replied Meg Merrilies; "you"ve missed your blow, ye blood- spiller! and ye have nothing to expect from the tempter."
"Hagel!" exclaimed the ruffian, "if I had him but by the throat!
And what am I to do then?"
"Do?" answered the gipsy; "die like a man, or be hanged like a dog!"
"Hanged, ye hag of Satan! The hemp"s not sown that shall hang me."
"It"s sown, and it"s grown, and it"s heckled, and it"s twisted. Did I not tell ye, when ye wad take away the boy Harry Bertram, in spite of my prayers,-did I not say he would come back when he had dree"d his weird in foreign land till his twenty-first year? Did I not say the auld fire would burn down to a spark, but wad kindle again?"
"Well, mother, you did say so," said Hatteraick, in a tone that had something of despair in its accents; "and, donner and blitzen! I believe you spoke the truth. That younker of Ellangowan has been a rock ahead to me all my life! And now, with Glossin"s cursed contrivance, my crew have been cut off, my boats destroyed, and I daresay the lugger"s taken; there were not men enough left on board to work her, far less to fight her-a dredge-boat might have taken her. And what will the owners say? Hagel and sturm! I shall never dare go back again to Flushing."
"You"ll never need," said the gipsy.
"What are you doing there," said her companion; "and what makes you say that?"
During this dialogue Meg was heaping some flax loosely together. Before answer to this question she dropped a firebrand upon the flax, which had been previously steeped in some spirituous liquor, for it instantly caught fire and rose in a vivid pyramid of the most brilliant light up to the very top of the vault. As it ascended Meg answered the ruffian"s question in a firm and steady voice: "BECAUSE THE HOUR"S COME, AND THE MAN."
At the appointed signal Bertram and Dinmont sprung over the brushwood and rushed upon Hatteraick. Hazlewood, unacquainted with their plan of a.s.sault, was a moment later. The ruffian, who instantly saw he was betrayed, turned his first vengeance on Meg Merrilies, at whom he discharged a pistol. She fell with a piercing and dreadful cry between the shriek of pain and the sound of laughter when at its highest and most suffocating height. "I kenn"d it would be this way," she said.
Bertram, in his haste, slipped his foot upon the uneven rock which floored the cave-a fortunate stumble, for Hatteraick"s second bullet whistled over him with so true and steady an aim that, had he been standing upright, it must have lodged in his brain. Ere the smuggler could draw another pistol, Dinmont closed with him, and endeavoured by main force to pinion down his arms. Such, however, was the wretch"s personal strength, joined to the efforts of his despair, that, in spite of the gigantic force with which the Borderer grappled him, he dragged Dinmont through the blazing flax, and had almost succeeded in drawing a third pistol, which might have proved fatal to the honest farmer, had not Bertram, as well as Hazlewood, come to his a.s.sistance, when, by main force, and no ordinary exertion of it, they threw Hatteraick on the ground, disarmed him, and bound him. This scuffle, though it takes up some time in the narrative, pa.s.sed in less than a single minute. When he was fairly mastered, after one or two desperate and almost convulsionary struggles, the ruffian lay perfectly still and silent. "He"s gaun to die game ony how," said Dinmont; "weel, I like him na the waur for that."
This observation honest Dandie made while he was shaking the blazing flax from his rough coat and s.h.a.ggy black hair, some of which had been singed in the scuffle. "He is quiet now," said Bertram; "stay by him and do not permit him to stir till I see whether the poor woman be alive or dead." With Hazlewood"s a.s.sistance he raised Meg Merrilies.
"I kenn"d it would be this way," she muttered, "and it"s e"en this way that it should be."
The ball had penetrated the breast below the throat. It did not bleed much externally; but Bertram, accustomed to see gunshot wounds, thought it the more alarming. "Good G.o.d! what shall we do for this poor woman?" said he to Hazlewood, the circ.u.mstances superseding the necessity of previous explanation or introduction to each other.
"My horse stands tied above in the wood," said Hazlewood. "I have been watching you these two hours. I will ride off for some a.s.sistants that may be trusted. Meanwhile, you had better defend the mouth of the cavern against every one until I return." He hastened away. Bertram, after binding Meg Merrilies"s wound as well as he could, took station near the mouth of the cave with a c.o.c.ked pistol in his hand; Dinmont continued to watch Hatteraick, keeping a grasp like that of Hercules on his breast. There was a dead silence in the cavern, only interrupted by the low and suppressed moaning of the wounded female and by the hard breathing of the prisoner.
CHAPTER LV
For though, seduced and led astray, Thoust travell"d far and wander"d long, Thy G.o.d hath seen thee all the way, And all the turns that led thee wrong The Hall of Justice.
After the s.p.a.ce of about three-quarters of an hour, which the uncertainty and danger of their situation made seem almost thrice as long, the voice of young Hazlewood was heard without. "Here I am," he cried, "with a sufficient party."
"Come in then," answered Bertram, not a little pleased to find his guard relieved. Hazlewood then entered, followed by two or three countrymen, one of whom acted as a peace-officer. They lifted Hatteraick up and carried him in their arms as far as the entrance of the vault was high enough to permit them; then laid him on his back and dragged him along as well as they could, for no persuasion would induce him to a.s.sist the transportation by any exertion of his own. He lay as silent and inactive in their hands as a dead corpse, incapable of opposing, but in no way aiding, their operations. When he was dragged into daylight and placed erect upon his feet among three or four a.s.sistants who had remained without the cave, he seemed stupefied and dazzled by the sudden change from the darkness of his cavern. While others were superintending the removal of Meg Merrilies, those who remained with Hatteraick attempted to make him sit down upon a fragment of rock which lay close upon the high-water mark. A strong shuddering convulsed his iron frame for an instant as he resisted their purpose. "Not there! Hagel! you would not make me sit THERE?"
These were the only words he spoke; but their import, and the deep tone of horror in which they were uttered, served to show what was pa.s.sing in his mind.
When Meg Merrilies had also been removed from the cavern, with all the care for her safety that circ.u.mstances admitted, they consulted where she should be carried. Hazlewood had sent for a surgeon, and proposed that she should be lifted in the meantime to the nearest cottage. But the patient exclaimed with great earnestness, "Na, na, na! to the Kaim o" Derncleugh-the Kaim o" Derncleugh; the spirit will not free itself o" the flesh but there."
"You must indulge her, I believe," said Bertram; "her troubled imagination will otherwise aggravate the fever of the wound."
They bore her accordingly to the vault. On the way her mind seemed to run more upon the scene which had just pa.s.sed than on her own approaching death. "There were three of them set upon him: I brought the twasome, but wha was the third? It would be HIMSELL, returned to work his ain vengeance!"
It was evident that the unexpected appearance of Hazlewood, whose person the outrage of Hatteraick left her no time to recognise, had produced a strong effect on her imagination. She often recurred to it. Hazlewood accounted for his unexpected arrival to Bertram by saying that he had kept them in view for some time by the direction of Mannering; that, observing them disappear into the cave, he had crept after them, meaning to announce himself and his errand, when his hand in the darkness encountering the leg of Dinmont had nearly produced a catastrophe, which, indeed, nothing but the presence of mind and fort.i.tude of the bold yeoman could have averted.