Chapter 5: I Lose My Best Friend.
There was a crowded courthouse next day when Ralph Mytton and Cyrus Vetch were brought before the Mayor and charged with breach of the peace and malicious damage to the property of lieges. It was the first time that the Mohocks had been caught in the act, and their being well connected added a spice to the event.
The two prisoners bore themselves very differently. Mytton, a nephew of the member of Parliament, a.s.sumed an air of bravado, smiled and winked at his friends in court, evidently trusting to his high connections to get him off lightly. Vetch, on the other hand, was sullen and morose, never lifting his eyes from the floor except when I was giving my evidence, and then he threw me a glance in which I read, as clearly as in a book, the threat of venomous hate. Both he and Mytton were very heavily fined, and the Mayor was good enough to compliment me on the part I had played.
As we were leaving the court, a tipstaff came up to Joe Punchard, and formally arrested him as a runaway "prentice; at the instance, I doubt not, of Vetch himself. But the matter ended in a triumph for Joe, for Captain Benbow accompanied him before the Mayor and declared that as a mariner in the King"s navy he was immune from civil action. Whether the plea was good in law I know not. The Mayor did not know either, and the clerk, to judge by his countenance, was in an equal state of puzzlement. But Benbow was clearly not a man to be trifled with, and Joe had certainly had a part in bringing the Mohocks to book, and for one reason or another he was given the benefit of the doubt. When he left the court he was mightily cheered by a mob of "prentices among the crowd, and would have accepted the invitations to drink pressed upon him but for the peremptory orders of his captain, who was no wine bibber himself, being therein unlike many of the navy men of his time.
The fines levied on Mytton and Vetch were the least part of their punishment. The incident of the dust bin brought on them open ridicule; they became the laughingstock of Shrewsbury. The school wag, who afterwards became famous for his elegant Greek verses at Cambridge, pilloried them in a lampoon which the whole town got by heart, and for days afterwards they could not show their faces without being greeted by some lines from it by every small boy who thought himself beyond their reach. It began, I remember:
Come list me sing a famous battle, A dustbin and a watchman"s rattle; The hero he was nominate Cyrus, The scene was Shrewsbury, not Epirus.
The rhymester introduced all the characters; for instance:
Another who the dust has bitten Was a brawny putt by name Ralph Mytton; And Richard Cludde, a Cambridge lubber, He ran away home to his mam to blubber;
and so the doggerel went on, chronicling the details (more or less imaginary) of the fight, the entrance of Mr. Benbow and Punchard on the scene:
And Nelly Hind"s bashed portal closes On bandy legs and Roman noses;
and ending thus:
Carmen concludo sine mora: "Intus si recte ne labora,"
which being the school motto (dragged in by the hair of the head, so to speak), pleased Mr. Lloyd, the master, mightily.
The rage of the persons chiefly concerned knew no bounds, and this good came of it, that the Mohocks troubled Shrewsbury streets no more.
Captain Benbow, and with him Joe Punchard, stayed but a few days in the town. They had come on a flying visit in an interval of the war against the French on the high seas, and very proud we were that the captain, one of ourselves, was winning himself a name for prowess and gallantry in his country"s service.
Before he departed, however, I got from Joe a relation of what had befallen him since the night he stole away. He arrived in Bristowe footsore and ragged, and there came nigh to starving before he found employment. One shipmaster swore his hair was too red: it would serve for a beacon to French privateers; another, that he was too bandy: his legs would never grip the rigging if he essayed to go aloft. But at length he obtained a berth on a tobacco ship trading to Virginia, and suffered great torture both from the sea and from the harsh and brutal ship"s officers. He made other voyages, to the Guinea coast, the Indies, and elsewhere, and one fine day, being paid off at Southampton, he chanced to hear that Captain Benbow was in port, and making himself known to that officer as a fellow townsman, he was taken by him to be his servant, and had never left him since.
"And have you pickled any pirates" heads?" I asked, remembering the story, and bethinking me of the silver-mounted cup possessed by Mr.
Ridley, the captain"s brother-in-law, which was said to have once covered the head of a sallee rover.
"Pickled fiddlesticks!" says Joe. "Dunnat believe every mariner"s tale you hear, Master Humphrey."
And then he proceeded to tell me a fearful and wonderful tale of a sea serpent, and was mightily offended when I said it was all my eye.
Joe went away with his captain after a few days, and I own I envied him, and for the first time felt a secret discontent in the prospect of a life among pigs and poultry, a feeling which was heightened when d.i.c.k Cludde soon afterwards departed with a commission from His Majesty. d.i.c.k was a lubber and, I believed then, though I had afterwards proof to the contrary, a coward; and matching myself against him I knew I would do the king"s navy more credit than he. But I kept my thought to myself--and next day made a sad bungle, I remember, of my construe of Thucydides" account of the sea fight at Salamis.
So months pa.s.sed away. I saw with grave concern that my father was ailing more and more. The attacks of his terrible disease came more frequently, and Mr. Pinhorn owned that he could do him no good. He bore his pain with wonderful fort.i.tude, never suffering a complaint to pa.s.s his lips. Many a time in after years I recalled his n.o.ble courage, which helped me to bear the lesser sufferings which fell to my lot. He seemed to know that his end was approaching, and one day called me to his private room and talked to me with a kindness that brought a lump into my throat.
Much of what he said is too sacred to be set down here; I can truthfully say that his a.s.surance of having made ample provision for me seemed of little moment beside his earnest loving counsel, which made the deeper impression because he had so rarely spoken in that strain.
The end came suddenly, and with a shock that stunned me, for all I was so well prepared for it. A few brief moments of dreadful agony, and the good man who had been more than a father to me was no more.
Never once during his long illness had his sister Lady Cludde visited him; neither she nor her husband accompanied his remains to the grave: and when we had left him in the churchyard of St. Mary and returned to the house, I was roused for a little from my stupor by the sight of Sir Richard among those a.s.sembled to hear Mr. Vetch read the will.
A great wave of anger surged within me when I saw him sitting in my father"s chair, his fat hands folded upon his paunch, and his bleared eyes rolling a quizzing glance round upon the little company. So enraged was I that I took little heed of Mr. Vetch at the table, and heard nothing of what he said as he drew from his pocket a long paper sealed and tied with tape. No doubt I watched him untie the knots and break the seal, and spread the doc.u.ment on the table before him; no doubt I heard his cry of amazement, and saw Sir Richard and the few friends of my father who were present rise from their seats and crowd about him; but I remained listless in my place until a shriek from Mistress Pennyquick woke me to a sense that something was amiss. Then I heard Sir Richard say, in his loud bl.u.s.trous tones:
"Then my lady inherits?"
"Not so fast, not so fast, Sir Richard," said Mr. Vetch in a tone of great perturbation. "She is, it is true, the heir-at-law, but our departed friend left his house, messuage, farm and all its appurtenances to his adopted son Humphrey Bold, with an annuity of fifty pounds per annum to his faithful housekeeper Rebecca Pennyquick: I took down his instructions with his own hand, and engrossed the will myself.
"There is some mistake, gentlemen, something inexplicable. I must ask you, in all fairness, to postpone your judgment of the matter until I have made search in my office. Never in my forty years"
experience has so untoward a thing happened, and I must beg of you to give me time to solve the mystery."
"I will wait on you tomorrow, Mr. Attorney," says Sir Richard.
"Meanwhile I claim this property for my Lady Cludde."
And with that he takes his hat and stick and marches from the room.
The neighbors followed him, giving me commiserating glances, one or two of them shaking me by the hand and speaking words of condolence. Mr. Vetch remained for a time staring at the paper before him; then he folded it and came to me.
"Some devilish prank," he said hurriedly. "Never fear, my lad; all will come right. I will see you tomorrow, my boy."
And then he too went, leaving me alone with Mistress Pennyquick, who had done nothing for some while but sob and rock herself to and fro on her chair.
"That wicked man!" she moaned. "But he will be punished--he will be punished, Humphrey. What does the good Book say about them that despoil widows and orphans? Oh, my poor master!"
"What is it, Becky?" I asked, with but little curiosity for her answer.
""Tis the doing of that wicked man and his wife! I know it is," the poor creature sobbed. "And they wouldn"t come near the poor soul when he was in his agony. And now they want to rob us--to rob you, my poor boy, and me who served him faithful these twenty year. G.o.d will punish him!"
"But what have they done, then?" I asked again.
"Done! Lord knows what they haven"t done. I knew summat would happen when I saw Mr. Vetch come to your poor father a while ago--you mind, I told you so. Lawyers are all no good, that"s my belief. Don"t tell me Mr. Vetch didn"t know what he was a-carrying.
He"s in league with the wretches, I know he is, for all his mazed look. Don"t tell me he didn"t know the paper was as white as the underside of a fleece. Fleece is the very word for it: he"s fleeced us, sure enough, and I"ll come on the parish, and you"ll be a beggar, and they unnatural wretches will wallow in their pride, and--oh! I can"t abear it, I can"t abear it!"
And the poor creature burst into a pa.s.sion of weeping, so that it was some time before I could learn the cause of her distress. It was amazing enough. When Mr. Vetch unfolded the doc.u.ment which he believed to be my father"s will, the paper inside was as clean as when it came from the scrivener"s. There was not a single mark upon it.
Chapter 6: I Take Articles.
We were at breakfast next morning, Mistress Pennyquick and I, when Captain Galsworthy, after a herald tap on the door, walked into the room.
"What"s this c.o.c.k-and-bull story that"s running over the town?" he cried without circ.u.mstance.
Before I could reply, Mistress Pennyquick began to pour out her tale of woe, roundly accusing Sir Richard Cludde and Lawyer Vetch of conspiring to defraud me of my rights.
"I haven"t slept a wink the whole night through, sir," says the poor soul, "and I"ve wetted six--no, "tis seven handkerchers till they"re like clouts from the washtub, and I can hardly see out o"
my eyes, and--"
"Stuff and nonsense and a fiddlestick end!" cries the captain angrily, "dry your eyes, woman. Of all G.o.d"s creatures a sniveling woman is the worst. Vetch has been wool gathering: