"Where"s Dobson?" he asked.
"In the boiler-house," and for once Dougal"s gravity had laughter in it.
"Govey d.i.c.k! but yon was a fecht! Me and Peter Paterson and Wee Jaikie started it, but it was the whole company afore the end. Are ye better, Jaikie?"
"Ay, I"m better," said a pallid midget.
"He kickit Jaikie in the stomach and Jaikie was seeck," Dougal explained. "That"s the three accounted for. Now they"re safe for five hours at the least. I think mysel" that Dobson will be the first to get out, but he"ll have his work letting out the others. Now, I"m for flittin" to the old Tower. They"ll no ken where we are for a long time, and anyway yon place will be far easier to defend. Without they kindle a fire and smoke us out, I don"t see how they"ll beat us. Our provisions are a" there, and there"s a grand well o" water inside. Forbye there"s the road down the rocks that"ll keep our communications open.... But what"s come to Mr. Heritage?"
d.i.c.kson to his shame had forgotten all about his friend. The Poet lay very quiet with his head on one side and his legs crooked limply. Blood trickled over his eyes from an ugly scar on his forehead. d.i.c.kson felt his heart and pulse and found them faint but regular. The man had got a swinging blow and might have a slight concussion; for the present he was unconscious.
"All the more reason why we should flit," said Dougal. "What d"ye say, Mr. McCunn?"
"Flit, of course, but further than the old Tower. What"s the time?" He lifted Heritage"s wrist and saw from his watch that it was half-past three. "Mercy! It"s nearly morning. Afore we put these blagyirds away, they were conversing, at least Leon and Dobson were. They said that they expected somebody every moment, but that the car would be late. We"ve still got that Somebody to tackle. Then Leon spoke to me in the dark, thinking I was Dobson, and cursed the wind, saying it would keep the Danish brig from getting in at dawn as had been intended. D"you see what that means? The worst of the lot, the ones the ladies are in terror of, are coming by sea. Ay, and they can return by sea. We thought that the attack would be by land, and that even if they succeeded we could hang on to their heels and follow them, till we got them stopped. But that"s impossible! If they come in from the water, they can go out by the water, and there"ll never be more heard tell of the ladies or of you or me."
Dougal"s face was once again sunk in gloom. "What"s your plan, then?"
"We must get the ladies away from here--away inland, far from the sea.
The rest of us must stand a siege in the old Tower, so that the enemy will think we"re all there. Please G.o.d we"ll hold out long enough for help to arrive. But we mustn"t hang about here. There"s the man Dobson mentioned--he may come any second, and we want to be away first. Get the ladder, Dougal.... Four of you take Mr. Heritage, and two come with me and carry the ladies" things. It"s no" raining, but the wind"s enough to take the wings off a seagull."
d.i.c.kson roused Saskia and her cousin, bidding them be ready in ten minutes. Then with the help of the Die-Hards he proceeded to transport the necessary supplies--the stove, oil, dishes, clothes and wraps; more than one journey was needed of small boys, hidden under clouds of baggage. When everything had gone he collected the keys, behind which, in various quarters of the house, three gaolers fumed impotently, and gave them to Wee Jaikie to dispose of in some secret nook. Then he led the two ladies to the verandah, the elder cross and sleepy, the younger alert at the prospect of movement.
"Tell me again," she said. "You have locked all the three up, and they are now the imprisoned?"
"Well, it was the boys that, properly speaking, did the locking up."
"It is a great--how do you say?--a turning of the tables. Ah--what is that?"
At the end of the verandah there was a clattering down of pots which could not be due to the wind, since the place was sheltered. There was still only the faintest hint of light, and black night still lurked in the crannies. Followed another fall of pots, as from a clumsy intruder, and then a man appeared, clear against the gla.s.s door by which the path descended to the rock garden.
It was the fourth man, whom the three prisoners had awaited. d.i.c.kson had no doubt at all about his ident.i.ty. He was that villain from whom all the others took their orders, the man whom the Princess shuddered at.
Before starting he had loaded his pistol. Now he tugged it from his waterproof pocket, pointed it at the other and fired.
The man seemed to be hit, for he spun round and clapped a hand to his left arm. Then he fled through the door, which he left open.
d.i.c.kson was after him like a hound. At the door he saw him running and raised his pistol for another shot. Then he dropped it, for he saw something in the crouching, dodging figure which was familiar.
"A mistake," he explained to Jaikie when he returned. "But the shot wasn"t wasted. I"ve just had a good try at killing the factor!"
CHAPTER X
DEALS WITH AN ESCAPE AND A JOURNEY
Five scouts" lanterns burned smokily in the ground room of the keep when d.i.c.kson ushered his charges through its cavernous door. The lights flickered in the gusts that swept after them and whistled through the slits of window, so that the place was full of monstrous shadows, and its accustomed odour of mould and disuse was changed to a salty freshness. Upstairs on the first floor Thomas Yownie had deposited the ladies" baggage, and was busy making beds out of derelict iron bedsteads and the wraps brought from their room. On the ground floor on a heap of litter covered by an old scout"s blanket lay Heritage, with Dougal in attendance.
The Chieftain had washed the blood from the Poet"s brow and the touch of cold water was bringing back his senses. Saskia with a cry flew to him, and waved off d.i.c.kson who had fetched one of the bottles of liqueur brandy. She slipped a hand inside his shirt and felt the beating of his heart. Then her slim fingers ran over his forehead.
"A bad blow," she muttered, "but I do not think he is ill. There is no fracture. When I nursed in the Alexander Hospital I learnt much about head wounds. Do not give him cognac if you value his life."
Heritage was talking now and with strange tongues. Phrases like "lined digesters" and "free sulphurous acid" came from his lips. He implored some one to tell him if "the first cook" was finished, and he upbraided some one else for "cooling off" too fast.
The girl raised her head. "But I fear he has become mad," she said.
"Wheesht, Mem," said d.i.c.kson, who recognised the jargon. "He"s a paper maker."
Saskia sat down on the litter and lifted his head so that it rested on her breast. Dougal at her bidding brought a certain case from her baggage, and with swift, capable hands she made a bandage and rubbed the wound with ointment before tying it up. Then her fingers seemed to play about his temples and along his cheeks and neck. She was the professional nurse now, absorbed, s.e.xless. Heritage ceased to babble, his eyes shut and he was asleep.
She remained where she was, so that the Poet, when a few minutes later he woke, found himself lying with his head in her lap. She spoke first, in an imperative tone: "You are well now. Your head does not ache. You are strong again."
"No. Yes," he murmured. Then more clearly: "Where am I? Oh, I remember, I caught a lick on the head. What"s become of the brutes?"
d.i.c.kson, who had extracted food from the Mearns Street box and was pressing it on the others, replied through a mouthful of biscuit: "We"re in the old Tower. The three are lockit up in the House. Are you feeling better, Mr. Heritage?"
The Poet suddenly realised Saskia"s position and the blood came to his pale face. He got to his feet with an effort and held out a hand to the girl. "I"m all right now, I think. Only a little d.i.c.ky on my legs. A thousand thanks, Princess. I"ve given you a lot of trouble."
She smiled at him tenderly. "You say that when you have risked your life for me."
"There"s no time to waste," the relentless Dougal broke in. "Comin" over here, I heard a shot. What was it?"
"It was me," said d.i.c.kson. "I was shootin" at the factor."
"Did ye hit him?"
"I think so, but I"m sorry to say not badly. When I last saw him he was running too quick for a sore hurt man. When I fired I thought it was the other man--the one they were expecting."
d.i.c.kson marvelled at himself, yet his speech was not bravado but the honest expression of his mind. He was keyed up to a mood in which he feared nothing very much, certainly not the laws of his country. If he fell in with the Unknown, he was entirely resolved, if his Maker permitted him, to do murder as being the simplest and justest solution.
And if in the pursuit of this laudable intention he happened to wing lesser game it was no fault of his.
"Well, it"s a pity ye didn"t get him," said Dougal, "him being what we ken him to be.... I"m for holding a council o" war, and considerin" the whole position. So far we haven"t done that badly. We"ve shifted our base without serious casualties. We"ve got a far better position to hold, for there"s too many ways into yon Hoose, and here there"s just one. Besides, we"ve fickled the enemy. They"ll take some time to find out where we"ve gone. But, mind you, we can"t count on their staying long shut up. Dobson"s no" safe in the boiler-house, for there"s a skylight far up and he"ll see it when the light comes and maybe before.
So we"d better get our plans ready. A word with ye, Mr. McCunn," and he led d.i.c.kson aside.
"D"ye ken what these blagyirds were up to," he whispered fiercely in d.i.c.kson"s ear. "They were goin" to pushion the la.s.sie. How do I ken, says you? Because Thomas Yownie heard Dobson say to Lean at the scullery door, "Have ye got the dope?" he says, and Lean says, "Ay." Thomas mindit the word for he had heard about it at the Picters."
d.i.c.kson exclaimed in horror.
"What d"ye make o" that? I"ll tell ye. They wanted to make sure of her, but they wouldn"t have thought o" dope unless the men they expect.i.t were due to arrive any moment. As I see it, we"ve to face a siege not by the three but by a dozen or more, and it"ll no" be long till it starts. Now, isn"t it a mercy we"re safe in here?"
d.i.c.kson returned to the others with a grave face.
"Where d"you think the new folk are coming from?" he asked.
Heritage answered, "From Auchenlochan, I suppose? Or perhaps down from the hills?"
"You"re wrong." And he told of Leon"s mistaken confidences to him in the darkness. "They are coming from the sea, just like the old pirates."