"They are."
"I"d a notion of askin" "ee, as a favour, to give and take a shot with me."
The stranger paused a minute before giving his answer.
"Can you fire a pistol?"
"I"ve let off a blunderbust, afore now, an" I suppose "tis the same trick."
"And has it struck you that your body may be hard to dispose of?
Or that, if found, it may cause me some inconvenience?"
"There"s a quag on t"other side o" the Castle[1] here. I han"t time to go round an" point it out; but "tis to be known by bein" greener than the rest o" the turf. What"s thrown in there niver comes up, an" no man can dig for it. The folks"ll give the press-gang the credit when I"m missin"--"
"You forget the mare and cart."
"Lead her back to the road, turn her face to home, an" fetch her a cut across th" ears. She always bolts if you touch her ears."
"And you really wish to die?"
"Oh, my G.o.d!" Zeb broke out; "would I be standin" here if I didn"?"
The stranger rose to his feet, and drew out his pistols slowly.
"It"s a thousand pities," he said; "for I never saw a man develop character so fast."
He c.o.c.ked the triggers, and handed the pistols to Zeb, to take his choice.
"Stand where you are, while I step out fifteen paces." He walked slowly along the fosse, and, at the end of that distance, faced about.
"Shall I give the word?"
Zeb nodded, watching him sullenly.
"Very well. I shall count three slowly, and after that we can fire as we please. Are you ready?--stand a bit sideways. Your chest is a pretty broad target--that"s right; I"m going to count.
_One--two--three--_"
The word was hardly spoken before one of the pistols rang out. It was Zeb"s; and Heaven knows whither his bullet flew. The smoke cleared away in a blue, filmy streak, and revealed his enemy standing where he stood before, with his pistol up, and a quiet smile on his face.
Still holding the pistol up, the stranger now advanced deliberately until he came to a halt about two paces from Zeb, who, with white face and set jaw, waited for the end. The eyes of the two men met, and neither flinched.
"Strip," commanded the stranger. "Strip--take off that jersey."
"Why not kill me without ado? Man, isn"t this cruel?"
"Strip, I say."
Zeb stared at him for half a minute, like a man in a trance; and began to pull the jersey off.
"Now your shirt. Strip--till you are naked as a babe."
Zeb obeyed. The other laid his pistol down on the turf, and also proceeded to undress, until the two men stood face to face, stark naked.
"We were thus, or nearly thus, a month ago, when you gave me my life.
Does it strike you that, barring our faces, we might be twin brothers?
Now, get into my clothes, and toss me over your own!"
"What"s the meanin" o"t?" stammered Zeb, hoa.r.s.ely.
"I am about to cry quits with you. Hurry; for the bride must be at the church by this."
"What"s the meanin" o"t?" Zeb repeated.
"Why, that you shall marry the girl. Steady--don"t tremble. The banns are up in your name, and you shall walk into church, and the woman shall be married to Zebedee Minards. Stop, don"t say a word, or I"ll repent and blow your brains out. You want to know who I am, and what"s to become of me. Suppose I"m the Devil; suppose I"m your twin soul, and in exchange for my life have given you the half of manhood that you lacked and I possessed; suppose I"m just a deserter from his Majesty"s fleet, a poor devil of a marine, with gifts above his station, who ran away and took to privateering, and was wrecked at your doors. Suppose that I am really Zebedee Minards; or suppose that I heard your name spoken in Sheba kitchen, and took a fancy to wear it myself. Suppose that I shall vanish to-day in a smell of brimstone; or that I shall leave in irons in the hold of the frigate now in Troy harbour. What"s her name?"
He was dressed by this time in Zeb"s old clothes.
"The _Recruit_."
"Whither bound?"
"Back to Plymouth to-night, an" then to the West Indies wi" a convoy."
"Hurry, then; don"t fumble, or Ruby"ll be tired of waiting. You"ll find a pencil and sc.r.a.p of paper in my breast pocket. Hand them over."
Zeb did so, and the stranger, seating himself again on the slope, tore the paper in half, and began to scribble a few lines on each piece.
By the time he had finished and folded them up, Zeb stood before him dressed in the plum-coloured suit.
"Ay," said the stranger, looking him up and down, and sucking the pencil contemplatively; "she"ll marry you out of hand."
"I doubt it."
"These notes will make sure. Give one to the farmer, and one to Ruby, as they stand by the chancel rails. But mainly it rests with you.
Take no denial. Say you"ve come to make her your wife, and won"t leave the church till you"ve done it. She"s still the same woman as when she threw you over. Ah, sir, we men change our natures; but woman is always Eve. I suppose you know a short cut to the church? Very well.
I shall take your cart and mare, and drive to meet the press-gang, who won"t be in the sweetest of tempers just now. Come, what are you waiting for? You"re ten minutes late as it is, and you can"t be married after noon."
"Sir," said Zeb, with a white face; "it"s a liberty, but will "ee let me shake your hand?"
"I"ll be cursed if I do. But I"ll wish you good luck and a hard heart, and maybe ye"ll thank me some day."
So Zeb, with a sob, turned and ran from him out of the fosse and towards a gap in the hedge, where lay a short cut through the fields. In the gap he turned and looked back. The stranger stood on the lip of the fosse, and waved a hand to him to hurry.
[1] Camp.
CHAPTER X.