"I beg your pardon. For aught I know you may have nothing to do with this infernal plot except to warn me against it."
"Don"t make any mistake. "Twas I that set the press-gang upon "ee,"
answered Zeb, in the same dull tones.
There was silence between them for half a minute, and then the stranger spoke, as if to himself--
"My G.o.d! Love has made this oaf a man!" He stood for a while, sucking at his under-lip, and regarding Zeb gloomily. "May I ask why you have deliberately blown up this pretty mine at the eleventh hour?"
"I couldn"t do it," Zeb groaned; "Lord knows "twas not for love of you, but I couldn"t."
"Upon my word, you fascinate me. People say that evil is more easily learnt than goodness; but that"s great nonsense. The footsteps of the average beginner are equally weak in both pursuits. Would you mind telling me why you chose this particular form of treachery, in preference (let us say) to poison or shooting from behind a hedge?
Was it simply because you risked less? Pardon the question, but I have a particular reason for knowing."
"We"re wastin" time," said Zeb, pulling out his watch again.
"It"s extraordinary how a fool will stumble on good luck. Why, sir, but for one little accident, the existence of which you could not possibly have known, I might easily have waited for the press-gang, stated the case to them, and had you lugged off to sea in my place. Has it occurred to you, in the course of your negotiations, that the wicked occasionally stumble into pits of their own digging? You, who take part in the psalm-singing every Sunday, might surely have remembered this.
As it is, I suppose I must hurry on my clothes, and get to church by some roundabout way."
"I"m afeard you can"t, without my help."
"Indeed? Why?"
""Cause the gang is posted all round "ee. I met the lot half an hour back, an" promised to call "pon you and bring word you was here."
"Come, come; I retract my sneers. You begin to excite my admiration.
I shall undoubtedly shoot you before I"m taken, but it shall be your comfort to die amid expressions of esteem."
"You"m mistaken. I came to save "ee, if you"ll be quick."
"How?"
"I"ve a load of ore-weed outside, in the cart. By the lie o" the cottage none can spy ye while you slip underneath it; but I"ll fetch a glance round, to make sure. Underneath it you"ll be safe, and I"ll drive "ee past the sailors, and send "em on here to search."
"You develop apace. But perhaps you"ll admit a flaw in your scheme.
What on earth induced you to imagine I should trust you?"
"Man, I reckoned all that. My word"s naught. But "tis your one chance--and I would kneel to "ee, if by kneelin" I could persuade "ee.
We"ll fight it out after; bring your pistols. Only come!"
The stranger slipped on his other shoe, then his waistcoat and jacket, whistling softly. Then he stepped to the chimney-piece, took down his pistols, and stowed them in his coat-pockets.
"I"m quite ready."
Zeb heaved a great sigh like a sob; but only said:--
"Wait a second while I see that the coast"s clear."
In less than three minutes the stranger was packed under the evil-smelling weed, drawing breath with difficulty, and listening, when the jolting allowed, to Zeb"s voice as he encouraged the mare.
Jowters" carts travel fast as a rule, for their load perishes soon, and the distance from the coast to the market is often considerable.
In this case Jessamy went at a round gallop, the loose stones flying from under her hoofs. Now and then one struck up against the bottom of the cart. It was hardly pleasant to be rattled at this rate, Heaven knew whither. But the stranger had chosen his course, and was not the man to change his mind.
After about five minutes of this the cart was pulled up with a scramble, and he heard a voice call out, as it seemed, from the hedge--
"Well?"
"Right you are," answered Young Zeb;
"He"s in the front room, pullin" on his boots. You"d best look slippy."
"Where"s the coin?"
"There!" The stranger heard the click of money, as of a purse being caught. "You"ll find it all right."
"H"m; best let me count it, though. One--two--three--four. I feels it my dooty to tell ye, young man, that it be a dirty trick. If this didn"t chime in wi" my goodwill towards his Majesty"s service, be danged if I"d touch the job with a pair o" tongs!"
"Ay--but I reckon you"ll do"t, all the same, for t"other half that"s to come when you"ve got en safe an" sound. Dirty hands make clean money."
"Well, well; ye"ve been dirtily sarved. I"ll see "ee this arternoon at the "Four Lords." We"ve orders to sail at five, sharp; so there"s no time to waste."
"Then I won"t detain "ee. Clk, Jessamy!"
The jolting began again, more furiously than ever, as the stranger drew a long breath. He waited till he judged they must be out of sight, and then began to stir beneath his load of weed.
"Keep quiet," said Zeb; "you shall get out as soon as we"re up the hill."
The cart began to move more slowly, and tilted back with a slant that sent the stranger"s heels against the tail-board. Zeb jumped down and trudged at the side. The hill was long, and steep from foot to brow; and when at length the slope lessened, the wheels turned off at a sharp angle and began to roll softly over turf.
The weight and smell of the weed were beginning to suffocate the man beneath it, when Zeb called out "Woa-a!" and the mare stopped.
"Now you can come out."
The other rose on his knees, shook some of his burden off, and blinked in the strong sunlight.
The cart stood on the fringe of a desolate tract of downs, high above the coast. Over the hedge to the right appeared a long narrow strip of sea. On the three remaining sides nothing was visible but undulating stretches of brown turf, except where, to northward, the summits of two hills in the heart of the county just topped the rising ground that hid twenty intervening miles of broken plain.
"We can leave the mare to crop. There"s a hollow, not thirty yards off, that"ll do for us."
Zeb led the way to the spot. It was indeed the fosse of a half-obliterated Roman camp, and ran at varying depth around a cl.u.s.ter of gra.s.sy mounds, the most salient of which--the praetorian--still served as a landmark for the Porthlooe fishing boats. But down in the fosse the pair were secure from all eyes. Not a word was spoken until they stood together at the bottom.
Here Zeb pulled out his watch once more. "We"d best be sharp," he said; "you must start in twenty minnits to get to the church in time."
"It would be interesting to know what you propose doing." The stranger sat down on the slope, picked a strip of sea-weed off his breeches, and looked up with a smile.
"I reckon you"ll think it odd."
"Of that I haven"t a doubt."
"Well, you"ve a pair o" pistols i" your pockets, an" they"re loaded, I expect."