"Humph! You have the governor"s own orders?"
"Yes, sir."
"How long is he to be so?"
"Till fresh orders."
"I will see the effect of this punishment on the prisoner and note it down for my report." And he took out his note-book and leaned his back against the wall.
The simple action of taking out a notebook gave the operators a certain qualm of doubt. Fry whispered Hodges to go and tell the governor. On his return Hodges found the parties as he had left them, except Robinson--he was paler and his lips turning bluer.
"Your victim is fainting," said the chaplain sternly.
"Only shamming, sir," said Fry. "Bucket, Hodges."
The bucket was brought and the contents were flung over Robinson.
The chaplain gave a cry of dismay. The turnkeys both laughed at this.
"You see he was only shamming, sir," said Hodges. "He is come to the moment the water touched him."
"A plain proof he was not shamming. A bucket of water thrown over any one about to faint would always bring them to; but if a man had made up his mind to sham, he could do it in spite of water. Of course you will take him down now?"
"Not till fresh orders."
"On your peril be it if any harm befalls this prisoner--you are warned."
At this juncture Hawes came into the yard. His cheek was flushed and his eye glittered. He expected and rather hoped a collision with his reverence.
"Well, what is the matter?"
"Nothing, sir; only his reverence is threatening us."
"What is he threatening you for?"
"Mr. Hawes, I told these men that I should hold them responsible if any harm came to the prisoner for their cruelty. I now tell you that he has just fainted from bodily distress caused by this infernal engine, and I hold you, Mr. Hawes, responsible for this man"s life and well-being, which are here attacked contrary to the custom of all her majesty"s prisons, and contrary to the intention of all punishment, which is for the culprit"s good, not for his injury either in soul or body.
"And what will you do?" said Hawes, glaring contemptuously at the turnkeys, who wore rather a blank look.
"Mr. Hawes," replied the other gravely, "I have spoken to warn you, not to threaten you."
"What I do is done with the consent of the visiting justices. They are my masters, and no one else."
"They have not seen a prisoner crucified."
"Crucified! What d"ye mean by crucified?"
"Don"t you see that the torture before our eyes is crucifixion?"
"No! I don"t. No nails!"
"Nails were not always used in crucifixion; sometimes cords. Don"t deceive yourself with a name; nothing misleads like a false name. This punishment is falsely called the jacket--it is jacket, collar, straps, applied with cruelty. It is crucifixion minus nails but plus a collar."
"Whatever it is, the justices have seen and approved it. Haven"t they, Fry?"
"That they have, sir; scores of times."
"Then may Heaven forgive them and direct me." And the chaplain entered the cell despondently, and bent his pitying eye steadily on the thief, who seemed to him at the moment a better companion than the three honest but cruel men.
He waited there very, very sorrowful and thoughtful for more than half an hour. Then Hawes, who left the yard as soon as he had conquered his opponent, sent in Evans with an order to take Robinson to his dormitory.
The chaplain saw the man taken down from the wall, and that done went hastily to his own house; there, the contest being over, he was seized with a violent sickness and trembling. To see a fellow-creature suffer and not be able to relieve him was death to this man. He was game to the last drop of his blood so long as there was any good to be done, but action ended, a reaction came, in which he was all pity and sorrow and distress because of a fellow-creature"s distress. No one that saw his firmness in the torture-cell would have guessed how weak he was within, and how stoutly his great heart had to battle against a sensitive nature and nerves tuned too high.
He gave half an hour to the weakness of nature, and then he was all duty once more.
He went first into Robinson"s cell. He found him worse than ever: despair as well as hatred gleamed in his eye.
"My poor fellow, is there no way for you to avoid these dreadful punishments?"
No answer.
It is to be observed, though, that Robinson had no idea how far the chaplain had carried his remonstrance against his torture; that remonstrance had been uttered privately to the turnkeys and the governor. Besides, the man was half stupefied when the chaplain first came there. And now he was in such pain and despair. He was like the genii confined in the chest and thrown into the water by Soliman. Had this good friend come to him at first starting, he would have thrown himself into his arms; but it came too late now. He hated all mankind.
He had lost all belief in genuine kindness. Like Orlando,
He thought that all things had been savage here.
The chaplain, on the other hand, began to think that Robinson was a downright brute, and one on whom kindness was and would be wasted.
Still, true to his nature, he admitted no small pique. He reasoned gently and kindly with him--very kindly.
"My poor soul," said he, "have you so many friends in this hard place that you can afford to repulse one who desires to be your friend and to do you good?" No answer. "Well, then, if you will not let me comfort you, at least you cannot prevent my praying for you, for you are on the road to despair and will take no help."
So, then, this good creature did actually kneel upon the hard stones of the cell and offer a prayer--a very short but earnest one.
"Oh G.o.d, to whom all hearts are open, enlighten me that I may understand this my afflicted brother"s heart, and learn how to do him good, and comfort him out of Thy word--Thy grace a.s.sisting me."
Robinson looked down at him with wild, staring but lack-l.u.s.ter eyes and open mouth. He rose from the floor, and casting a look of great benignity on the sullen brute, he was about to go, when he observed that Robinson was trembling in a very peculiar way.
"You are ill," said he hastily, and took a step toward him.
At this Robinson, with a wild and furious gesture, waved him to the door and turned his face to the wall; then this refined gentleman bowed his head, as much as to say you shall be master of this apartment and dismiss any one you do not like, and went gently away with a little sigh. And the last that he saw was Robinson trembling with averted face and eyes bent down.
Outside he met Evans, who said to him half bluntly half respectfully, "I don"t like to see you going into that cell, sir; the man is not to be trusted. He is very strange."
"What do you mean? do you fear for his reason?"
"Why not, sir? We have sent a pretty many to the lunatic asylum since I was a warder here."
"Ah!"