In the garden-room the feeble lamp showed a strange grouping. Saskia had sunk into a chair to get her breath, and seemed too dazed to be aware of her surroundings. Dougal was manfully striving to appear at his ease, but his lip was quivering.
"A near thing that time," he observed. "It was the blame of that man"s auld motor-bicycle."
The stranger cast sharp eyes around the place and company.
"An awkward corner, gentlemen," he said. "How many are there of you?
Four men and a boy? And you have placed guards at all the entrances?"
"They have bombs," Sir Archie reminded him.
"No doubt. But I do not think they will use them here--or their guns, unless there is no other way. Their purpose is kidnapping, and they hope to do it secretly and slip off without leaving a trace. If they slaughter us, as they easily can, the cry will be out against them, and their vessel will be unpleasantly hunted. Half their purpose is already spoiled, for it is no longer secret.... They may break us by sheer weight, and I fancy the first shooting will be done by us. It"s the windows I"m afraid of."
Some tone in his quiet voice reached the girl in the wicker chair. She looked up wildly, saw him and with a cry of "Alesha" ran to his arms.
There she hung, while his hand fondled her hair, like a mother with a scared child. Sir Archie, watching the whole thing in some stupefaction, thought he had never in his days seen more n.o.bly matched human creatures.
"It is my friend," she cried triumphantly, "the friend whom I appointed to meet me here. Oh, I did well to trust him. Now we need not fear anything."
As if in ironical answer came a great crashing at the verandah door, and the tw.a.n.ging of chords cruelly mishandled. The grand piano was suffering internally from the a.s.saults of the boiler-house ladder.
"Wull I gie them a shot?" was McGuffog"s hoa.r.s.e inquiry.
"Action stations," Alexis ordered, for the command seemed to have shifted to him from Dougal. "The windows are the danger. The boy will patrol the ground floor, and give us warning, and I and this man,"
pointing to Sime, "will be ready at the threatened point. And for G.o.d"s sake no shooting, unless I give the word. If we take them on at that game we haven"t a chance."
He said something to Saskia in Russian and she smiled a.s.sent and went to Sir Archie"s side. "You and I must keep this door," she said.
Sir Archie was never very clear afterwards about the events of the next hour. The Princess was in the maddest spirits, as if the burden of three years had slipped from her and she was back in her first girlhood. She sang as she carried more lumber to the pile--perhaps the song which had once entranced Heritage, but Sir Archie had no ear for music. She mocked at the furious blows which rained at the other end, for the door had gone now, and in the windy gap could be seen a blur of dark faces.
Oddly enough, he found his own spirits mounting to meet hers. It was real business at last, the qualms of the civilian had been forgotten, and there was rising in him that joy in a sc.r.a.p which had once made him one of the most daring airmen on the Western Front. The only thing that worried him now was the coyness about shooting. What on earth were his rifles and shot-guns for unless to be used? He had seen the enemy from the verandah wall, and a more ruffianly crew he had never dreamed of.
They meant the uttermost business, and against such it was surely the duty of good citizens to wage whole-hearted war.
The Princess was humming to herself a nursery rhyme. "The King of Spain"s daughter," she crooned, "came to visit me, and all for the sake----Oh, that poor piano!" In her clear voice she cried something in Russian, and the wind carried a laugh from the verandah. At the sound of it she stopped. "I had forgotten," she said. "Paul is there. I had forgotten." After that she was very quiet, but she redoubled her labours at the barricade.
To the man it seemed that the pressure from without was slackening. He called to McGuffog to ask about the garden-room window, and the reply was rea.s.suring. The gamekeeper was gloomily contemplating Dougal"s tubs of water and wire-netting, as he might have contemplated a vermin trap.
Sir Archie was growing acutely anxious--the anxiety of the defender of a straggling fortress which is vulnerable at a dozen points. It seemed to him that strange noises were coming from the rooms beyond the hall. Did the back door lie that way? And was not there a smell of smoke in the air? If they tried fire in such a gale the place would burn like matchwood.
He left his post and in the hall found Dougal.
"All quiet," the Chieftain reported. "Far ower quiet. I don"t like it.
The enemy"s no" puttin" out his strength yet. The Russian says a" the west windies are terrible dangerous. Him and the chauffeur"s doin" their best, but ye can"t block thae muckle gla.s.s panes."
He returned to the Princess, and found that the attack had indeed languished on that particular barricade. The withers of the grand piano were left unwrung, and only a faint scuffling informed him that the verandah was not empty. "They"re gathering for an attack elsewhere," he told himself. But what if that attack were a feint? He and McGuffog must stick to their post, for in his belief the verandah door and the garden-room window were the easiest places where an entry in ma.s.s could be forced.
Suddenly Dougal"s whistle blew, and with it came a most almighty crash somewhere towards the west side. With a shout of "Hold tight, McGuffog," Sir Archie bolted into the hall, and, led by the sound, reached what had once been the ladies" bedroom. A strange sight met his eyes, for the whole framework of one window seemed to have been thrust inward, and in the gap Alexis was swinging a fender. Three of the enemy were in the room--one senseless on the floor, one in the grip of Sime, whose single hand was tightly clenched on his throat, and one engaged with Dougal in a corner. The Die-Hard leader was sore pressed, and to his help Sir Archie went. The fresh a.s.sault made the seaman duck his head, and Dougal seized the occasion to smite him hard with something which caused him to roll over. It was Spidel"s life-preserver which he had annexed that afternoon.
Alexis at the window seemed to have for a moment daunted the attack.
"Bring that table," he cried, and the thing was jammed into the gap.
"Now you"--this to Sime--"get the man from the back door to hold this place with his gun. There"s no attack there. It"s about time for shooting now, or we"ll have them in our rear. What in heaven is that?"
It was McGuffog whose great bellow resounded down the corridor. Sir Archie turned and shuffled back, to be met by a distressing spectacle.
The lamp, burning as peacefully as it might have burned on an old lady"s tea-table, revealed the window of the garden-room driven bodily inward, shutters and all, and now forming an inclined bridge over Dougal"s ineffectual tubs. In front of it stood McGuffog, swinging his gun by the barrel and yelling curses, which, being mainly couched in the vernacular, were happily meaningless to Saskia. She herself stood at the hall door, plucking at something hidden in her breast. He saw that it was a little ivory-handled pistol.
The enemy"s feint had succeeded, for even as Sir Archie looked three men leaped into the room. On the neck of one the b.u.t.t of McGuffog"s gun crashed, but two scrambled to their feet and made for the girl. Sir Archie met the first with his fist, a clean drive on the jaw, followed by a damaging hook with his left that put him out of action. The other hesitated for an instant and was lost, for McGuffog caught him by the waist from behind and sent him through the broken frame to join his comrades without.
"Up the stairs," Dougal was shouting, for the little room beyond the hall was clearly impossible. "Our flank"s turned. They"re pourin"
through the other windy." Out of a corner of his eye Sir Archie caught sight of Alexis, with Sime and Carfrae in support, being slowly forced towards them along the corridor. "Upstairs," he shouted. "Come on, McGuffog. Lead on, Princess." He dashed out the lamp, and the place was in darkness.
With this retreat from the forward trench line ended the opening phase of the battle. It was achieved in good order, and position was taken up on the first-floor landing, dominating the main staircase and the pa.s.sage that led to the back stairs. At their back was a short corridor ending in a window which gave on the north side of the House above the verandah, and from which an active man might descend to the verandah roof. It had been carefully reconnoitred beforehand by Dougal, and his were the dispositions.
The odd thing was that the retreating force were in good heart. The three men from the Mains were warming to their work, and McGuffog wore an air of genial ferocity. "Dashed fine position I call this," said Sir Archie. Only Alexis was silent and preoccupied. "We are still at their mercy," he said. "Pray G.o.d your police come soon." He forbade shooting yet awhile. "The lady is our strong card," he said. "They won"t use their guns while she is with us, but if it ever comes to shooting they can wipe us out in a couple of minutes. One of you watch that window, for Paul Abreskov is no fool."
Their exhilaration was short-lived. Below in the hall it was black darkness save for a greyness at the entrance of the verandah pa.s.sage; but the defence was soon aware that the place was thick with men.
Presently there came a scuffling from Carfrae"s post towards the back stairs, and a cry as of some one choking. And at the same moment a flare was lit below which brought the whole hall from floor to rafters into blinding light.
It revealed a crowd of figures, some still in the hall and some half-way up the stairs, and it revealed, too, more figures at the end of the upper landing where Carfrae had been stationed. The shapes were motionless like mannequins in a shop window.
"They"ve got us treed all right," Sir Archie groaned. "What the devil are they waiting for?"
"They wait for their leader," said Alexis.
No one of the party will ever forget the ensuing minutes. After the hubbub of the barricades the ominous silence was like icy water, chilling and petrifying with an indefinable fear. There was no sound but the wind, but presently mingled with it came odd wild voices.
"Hear to the whaups," McGuffog whispered.
Sir Archie, who found the tension unbearable, sought relief in contradiction. "You"re an unscientific brute, McGuffog," he told his henchman. "It"s a disgrace that a gamekeeper should be such a rotten naturalist. What would whaups be doin" here at this time of year?"
"A" the same, I could swear it"s whaups, Sir Erchibald."
Then Dougal broke in and his voice was excited. "It"s no whaups. That"s our patrol signal. Man, there"s hope for us yet. I believe it"s the polis."
His words were unheeded, for the figures below drew apart and a young man came through them. His beautifully-shaped dark head was bare, and as he moved he unb.u.t.toned his oilskins and showed the trim dark-blue garb of the yachtsman. He walked confidently up the stairs, an odd elegant figure among his heavy companions.
"Good afternoon, Alexis," he said in English. "I think we may now regard this interesting episode as closed. I take it that you surrender.
Saskia, dear, you are coming with me on a little journey. Will you tell my men where to find your baggage?"
The reply was in Russian. Alexis" voice was as cool as the other"s, and it seemed to wake him to anger. He replied in a rapid torrent of words, and appealed to the men below, who shouted back. The flare was dying down, and shadows again hid most of the hall.
Dougal crept up behind Sir Archie. "Here, I think it"s the polis.
They"re whistlin" outbye, and I hear folk cryin" to each other--no" the foreigners."
Again Alexis spoke, and then Saskia joined in. What she said rang sharp with contempt, and her fingers played with her little pistol.
Suddenly before the young man could answer Dobson bustled towards him.
The innkeeper was labouring under some strong emotion, for he seemed to be pleading and pointing urgently towards the door.
"I tell ye it"s the polis," whispered Dougal. "They"re nickit."
There was a swaying in the crowd and anxious faces. Men surged in, whispered and went out, and a clamour arose which the leader stilled with a fierce gesture.