"And did not you?"
"I"ll tell you. At first we certainly gained on him a few yards, but after that I could not near him. But Hazy put on a tremendous spurt, and left me behind for all I could do. "Here is a go," thought I, "and I have backed myself for a hundred pounds in a half-mile race against this beggar." Well, I was behind, but Hazy and the fox seemed to me to be joined together running, when all of a sudden--pouff! Hazy"s wind and his pluck blew out together. He tailed off. Wasn"t I pleased! "Good-by, Hazy," says I, as I shot by him and took up the running. Well, I tried all I knew; but this confounded fellow ran me within half a mile of Sydney (N. B., within two miles of it). My throat and all my inside was like an oven, and I was thinking of tailing off, too, when I heard the beggar puff and blow, so then I knew I must come up with him before long."
"And did you, sir?" asked Jenny in great excitement.
"Yes," said the other, "I pa.s.sed him even."
"But did you catch him?"
"Well! why--yes--I caught him--as the Chinese caught the Tartar. This was one of your downy coves that are up to every move. When he found he hadn"t legs to run from me he slips back to meet me. Down he goes under my leg--I go blundering over him twenty miles an hour. He lifts me clear over his head and I come flying down from the clouds heel over tip. I"d give twenty pounds to know how it was done, and fifty to see it done--to a friend, All I know is that I should have knocked my own brains out if it had not been for my hat and my hand--they bore the brunt between them, as you see."
"And what became of the poor man?" asked Jane.
"Well, when the poor man had flung me over his head he ran on faster than ever, and by the time I had shaken my knowledge-box and found out north from south, I heard the poor man"s nailed shoes clattering down the road. To start again a hundred yards behind a poor man who could run like that would have been making a toil of a trouble, so I trotted back to meet Hazy.
"Well, I am glad he got off clear--ain"t you, Tom?"
"Yes--no. A scoundrel that hashed the master like this--why, Jane, you must be mad!"
"Spare your virtuous indignation," said the other coolly. "Remember I had been hunting him like a wild beast till his heart was nearly broke, and, when I was down, he could easily have revenged himself by giving me a kick with his heavy shoes on the head or the loins that would have spoiled my running for a month of Sundays. What do you say to that?"
Robinson colored. "I say you are very good to make excuses for an unfortunate man--for a rascal--that is to say, a burglar; a--"
"And how do you know he was all that?" asked Jenny very sharply.
"Why did he run if he was not guilty?" inquired Robinson cunningly.
"Guilty--what of?" asked Jenny.
"That is more than I can tell you," replied Robinson.
"I dare say," said Jenny, "it was some peaceable man that took fright at seeing two wild young gentlemen come out like mad bulls after him."
"When I have told you my story you will be better able to judge."
"What, isn"t the story ended?"
"Ended? The cream of it is coming."
"Oh, sir," cried Jenny, "please don"t go on till I come back. I am going for the cold lotion now; I have fomented it enough."
"Well, look sharp, then--here is the other all in a twitter with excitement."
"Me, sir? No--yes. I am naturally interested."
"Well, you haven"t been long. I don"t think I want any lotion, the hot water has done it a good deal of good."
"This will do it more."
"But do you know it is rather a bore to have only one hand to cut bread and b.u.t.ter with?"
"I"ll cut it, sir," said Robinson, laying down his irons for a moment.
"How long shall you be, Jenny?" asked Mr. Miles.
"I shall have done by when your story is done," replied she coolly.
Mr. Miles laughed. "Well, Jenny," said he, "I hadn"t walked far before I met Hazeltine. "Have you got him?" says he. "Do I look like it?" said I rather crustily. Fancy a fool asking me whether I had got him! So I told him all about it, and we walked back together. By-and-by we met the other two just outside the gate. Well, just as we were going in Tom Yates said, "I say, suppose we look round the premises before we go to bed." We went softly round the house and what did we find but a window with the gla.s.s taken out; we poked about and we found a pair of shoes.
"Why, there"s some one in the house," says Tom Yates, "as I"m a sinner."
So we held a council of war. Tom was to go into the kitchen, lock the door leading out, and ambush in the larder with his pistols; and we three were to go in by the front door and search the house. Well, Hazeltine and I had got within a yard or two of it and the knave of trumps in the rear with a sword or something, when, by George! sir, the door began to open, and out slips a fellow quietly. Long Hazy and I went at him, Hazy first. Crack he caught Hazy on the head with a bludgeon, down went daddy-long-legs, and I got entangled in him, and the robber cut like the wind for the kitchen. "Come on," shouted I to the honorable thingunibob, bother his name--there--the knave of trumps, and I pulled up Hazy but couldn"t wait for him, and after the beggar like mad. Well, as I came near the kitchen-door I heard a small scrimmage, and back comes my man flying bludgeon in one hand and knife in the other, both whirling over his head like a windmill. I kept cool, doubled my right, and put in a heavy one from the armpit; you know, Tom; caught him just under the chin, you might have heard his jaw crack a mile off; down goes my man on his back flat on the bricks, and his bludgeon rattled one way and his knife the other--such a lark. Oh! oh! oh! what are you doing, Robinson, you hurt me most confoundedly--I won"t tell you any more. So now he was down, in popped the knave of swords and fell on him, and Hazy came staggering in after and insulted him a bit and we bagged him."
"And the other, sir," asked Tom, affecting an indifferent tone, "he didn"t get off, I hope?"
"What other?" inquired Jenny.
"The other unfor--the other rascal--the burglar."
"Why he never said there were two."
"Y--yes!--he said they found their shoes."
"No, he said he found a pair of shoes."
"For all that you are wrong, Jenny, and he is right--there were two; and, what is more, Tom Yates had got the other, threatening to blow out his brains if he moved, so down he sat on the dresser and took it quite easy and whistled a tune while we trussed the other beggar with his own bludgeon and our chokers. Tom Yates says the cool one tumbled down from upstairs just as we drove our one in. Tom let them try the door before he bounced out; then my one flung a chair at Tom"s head and cut back, Tom nailed the other and I floored mine. Hurrah!"
Through this whole narrative Robinson had coolly and delicately to curl live hair with a beating heart, and to curl the very man who was relating all the time how he had hunted him and caught his comrades.
Meantime a shrewd woman there listening with all her ears, a woman, too, who had certain vague suspicions about him, and had taken him up rather sharper than natural, he thought, when, being off his guard for a moment he antic.i.p.ated the narrator, and a.s.sumed there were two burglars in the house.
Tom, therefore, though curious and anxious, shut his face and got on his guard, and it was with an admirable imitation of mere sociable curiosity that he inquired, "And what did the rascals say for themselves?"
"What could they say?" said Jenny, "they were caught in the fact."
"To do them justice they did not speak of themselves, but they said three or four words too--very much to the point."
"How interesting it is!" cried Jenny--"what about?"
"Well! it was about your friend."
"My friend?"
"The peaceable gentleman the two young ruffians had chased down the road."
"Oh! he was one of them," said Jane, "that is plain enough now in course. What did they say about him?"
""Sold!" says my one to Tom"s. "And no mistake," says Tom"s. Oh! they spoke out, took no more notice of us four than if we had no ears. Then says mine: "What do you think of _your_ pal now?" and what do you think Tom"s answered, Jenny?--it was rather a curious answer--multum in parvo as we say at school, and one that makes me fear there is a storm brewing for our mutual friend, the peaceable gentleman, Jenny--alias the downy runner."
"Why, what did he say?"
"He said, "I think--he won"t be alive this day week! ""