"I"ve been in about forty battles, and here"s that little devil rather worried about my pluck, and talkin" to me like a corps commander to a newly joined second-lieutenant. All the same he"s a remarkable child, and we"d better behave as if we were in for a real shindy. What do you think, Princess?"
"I think we are in for what you call a shindy. I am in command, remember. I order you to serve out the guns."
This was done, a shot-gun and a hundred cartridges to each, while McGuffog, who was a marksman, was also given a sporting Mannlicher, and two other rifles, a .303 and a small-bore Holland, were kept in reserve in the hall. Sir Archie, free from Dougal"s compelling presence, gave the gamekeeper peremptory orders not to shoot till he was bidden, and Carfrae at the kitchen door was warned to the same effect. The shuttered house, where the only light apart from the garden-room was the feeble spark of the electric torches, had the most disastrous effect upon his spirits. The gale which roared in the chimney and eddied among the rafters of the hall seemed an infernal commotion in a tomb.
"Let"s go upstairs," he told Saskia; "there must be a view from the upper windows."
"You can see the top of the old Tower, and part of the sea," she said.
"I know it well, for it was my only amus.e.m.e.nt to look at it. On clear days, too, one could see high mountains far in the west." His depression seemed to have affected her, for she spoke listlessly, unlike the vivid creature who had led the way in.
In a gaunt west-looking bedroom, the one in which Heritage and d.i.c.kson had camped the night before, they opened a fold of the shutters and looked out into a world of grey wrack and driving rain. The Tower roof showed mistily beyond the ridge of down, but its environs were not in their prospect. The lower regions of the House had been gloomy enough, but this bleak place with its drab outlook struck a chill to Sir Archie"s soul. He dolefully lit a cigarette.
"This is a pretty rotten show for you," he told her. "It strikes me as a rather unpleasant brand of nightmare."
"I have been living with nightmares for three years," she said wearily.
He cast his eyes round the room. "I think the Kennedys were mad to build this confounded barrack. I"ve always disliked it, and old Quentin hadn"t any use for it either. Cold, cheerless, raw monstrosity! It hasn"t been a very giddy place for you, Princess."
"It has been my prison, when I hoped it would be a sanctuary. But it may yet be my salvation."
"I"m sure I hope so. I say, you must be jolly hungry. I don"t suppose there"s any chance of tea for you."
She shook her head. She was looking fixedly at the Tower, as if she expected something to appear there, and he followed her eyes.
"Rum old sh.e.l.l, that. Quentin used to keep all kinds of live stock there, and when we were boys it was our castle where we played at bein"
robber chiefs. It"ll be dashed queer if the real thing should turn up this time. I suppose McCunn"s Poet is roostin" there all by his lone.
Can"t say I envy him his job."
Suddenly she caught his arm. "I see a man," she whispered. "There! He is behind those far bushes. There is his head again!"
It was clearly a man, but he presently disappeared, for he had come round by the south end of the House, past the stables, and had now gone over the ridge.
"The cut of his jib is uncommonly like Loudon, the factor. I thought McCunn had stretched him on a bed of pain. Lord, if this thing should turn out a farce, I simply can"t face Loudon.... I say, Princess, you don"t suppose by any chance that McCunn"s a little bit wrong in the head?"
She turned her candid eyes on him. "You are in a very doubting mood."
"My feet are cold and I don"t mind admittin" it. Hanged if I know what it is, but I don"t feel this show a bit real. If it isn"t, we"re in a fair way to make howlin" idiots of ourselves, and get pretty well embroiled with the law. It"s all right for the red-haired boy, for he can take everything seriously, even play. I could do the same thing myself when I was a kid. I don"t mind runnin" some kinds of risk--I"ve had a few in my time--but this is so infernally outlandish and I--I don"t quite believe in it. That is to say, I believe in it right enough when I look at you or listen to McCunn, but as soon as my eyes are off you I begin to doubt again. I"m gettin" old and I"ve a stake in the country, and I daresay I"m gettin" a bit of a prig--anyway I don"t want to make a jacka.s.s of myself. Besides, there"s this foul weather and this beastly house to ice my feet."
He broke off with an exclamation, for on the grey cloud-bounded stage in which the roof of the Tower was the central feature, actors had appeared. Dim hurrying shapes showed through the mist, dipping over the ridge, as if coming from the Garplefoot.
She seized his arm and he saw that her listlessness was gone. Her eyes were shining.
"It is they," she cried. "The nightmare is real at last. Do you doubt now?"
He could only stare, for these shapes arriving and vanishing like wisps of fog still seemed to him phantasmal. The girl held his arm tightly clutched, and craned towards the window s.p.a.ce. He tried to open the frame, and succeeded in smashing the gla.s.s. A swirl of wind drove inwards and blew a loose lock of Saskia"s hair across his brow.
"I wish Dougal were back," he muttered, and then came the crack of a shot.
The pressure on his arm slackened, and a pale face was turned to him.
"He is alone--Mr. Heritage. He has no chance. They will kill him like a dog."
"They"ll never get in," he a.s.sured her. "Dougal said the place could hold out for hours."
Another shot followed and presently a third. She twined her hands and her eyes were wild.
"We can"t leave him to be killed," she gasped.
"It"s the only game. We"re playin" for time, remember. Besides he won"t be killed. Great Scott!"
As he spoke, a sudden explosion cleft the drone of the wind and a patch of gloom flashed into yellow light.
"Bomb!" he cried. "Lord, I might have thought of that."
The girl had sprung back from the window. "I cannot bear it. I will not see him murdered in sight of his friends. I am going to show myself, and when they see me they will leave him.... No, you must stay here.
Presently they will be round this house. Don"t be afraid for me--I am very quick of foot."
"For G.o.d"s sake, don"t! Here, Princess, stop," and he clutched at her skirt. "Look here, I"ll go."
"You can"t. You have been wounded. I am in command, you know. Keep the door open till I come back."
He hobbled after her, but she easily eluded him. She was smiling now, and blew a kiss to him. "La, la, la," she trilled, as she ran down the stairs. He heard her voice below, admonishing McGuffog. Then he pulled himself together and went back to the window. He had brought the little Holland with him, and he poked its barrel through the hole in the gla.s.s.
"Curse my game leg," he said, almost cheerfully, for the situation was now becoming one with which he could cope. "I ought to be able to hold up the pursuit a bit. My aunt! What a girl!"
With the rifle cuddled to his shoulder he watched a slim figure come into sight on the lawn, running towards the ridge. He reflected that she must have dropped from the high verandah wall. That reminded him that something must be done to make the wall climbable for her return, so he went down to McGuffog, and the two squeezed through the barricaded door to the verandah. The boiler-house ladder was still in position, but it did not reach half the height, so McGuffog was adjured to stand by to help, and in the meantime to wait on duty by the wall. Then he hurried upstairs to his watch-tower.
The girl was in sight, almost on the crest of the high ground. There she stood for a moment, one hand clutching at her errant hair, the other shielding her eyes from the sting of the rain. He heard her cry, as Heritage had heard her, but since the wind was blowing towards him the sound came louder and fuller. Again she cried, and then stood motionless with her hands above her head. It was only for an instant, for the next he saw she had turned and was racing down the slope, jumping the little scrogs of hazel like a deer. On the ridge appeared faces, and then over it swept a mob of men.
She had a start of some fifty yards, and laboured to increase it, having doubtless the verandah wall in mind. Sir Archie, sick with anxiety, nevertheless spared time to admire her prowess. "Gad! she"s a miler," he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "She"ll do it. I"m hanged if she don"t do it."
Against men in seaman"s boots and heavy clothing she had a clear advantage. But two shook themselves loose from the pack and began to gain on her. At the main shrubbery they were not thirty yards behind, and in her pa.s.sage through it her skirts must have delayed her, for when she emerged the pursuit had halved the distance. He got the sights of the rifle on the first man, but the lawns sloped up towards the house, and to his consternation he found that the girl was in the line of fire.
Madly he ran to the other window of the room, tore back the shutters, shivered the gla.s.s, and flung his rifle to his shoulder. The fellow was within three yards of her, but thank G.o.d! he had now a clear field. He fired low and just ahead of him, and had the satisfaction to see him drop like a rabbit, shot in the leg. His companion stumbled over him, and for a moment the girl was safe.
But her speed was failing. She pa.s.sed out of sight on the verandah side of the house, and the rest of the pack had gained ominously over the easier ground of the lawn. He thought for a moment of trying to stop them by his fire, but realised that if every shot told there would still be enough of them left to make sure of her capture. The only chance was at the verandah, and he went downstairs at a pace undreamed of since the days when he had two whole legs.
McGuffog, Mannlicher in hand, was poking his neck over the wall. The pursuit had turned the corner and were about twenty yards off; the girl was at the foot of the ladder, breathless, drooping with fatigue. She tried to climb, limply and feebly, and very slowly, as if she were too giddy to see clear. Above were two cripples, and at her back the van of the now triumphant pack.
Sir Archie, game leg or no, was on the parapet preparing to drop down and hold off the pursuit were it only for seconds. But at that moment he was aware that the situation had changed.
At the foot of the ladder a tall man seemed to have sprung out of the ground. He caught the girl in his arms, climbed the ladder, and McGuffog"s great hands reached down and seized her and swung her into safety. Up the wall, by means of cracks and tufts, was shinning a small boy.
The stranger coolly faced the pursuers and at the sight of him they checked, those behind stumbling against those in front. He was speaking to them in a foreign tongue, and to Sir Archie"s ear the words were like the crack of a lash. The hesitation was only for a moment, for a voice among them cried out, and the whole pack gave tongue shrilly and surged on again. But that instant of check had given the stranger his chance.
He was up the ladder, and, gripping the parapet, found rest for his feet in a fissure. Then he bent down, drew up the ladder, handed it to McGuffog and with a mighty heave pulled himself over the top.
He seemed to hope to defend the verandah, but the door at the west end was being a.s.sailed by a contingent of the enemy, and he saw that its thin woodwork was yielding.
"Into the House," he cried, as he picked up the ladder and tossed it over the wall on the pack surging below. He was only just in time, for the west door yielded. In two steps he had followed McGuffog through the c.h.i.n.k into the pa.s.sage, and the concussion of the grand piano pushed hard against the verandah door from within coincided with the first battering on the said door from without.