"Ay, sir," said he, "I heard ye had some kind o" stramash, but that was a". I trust ye"re weel oot o"t."
"Have you heard of my cousin Gilbert?" I asked.
"The wastland lad wha used to come aboot the Barns? Oh, aye! I"ve heard o" him."
"I flung a gla.s.s at his face to-night," said I.
"I hope, sir, that he flung anither at yoursel"?" he asked anxiously.
"No. He swallowed the insult and left soon after. He is not the man to let me off so easily."
"Whew," said Nicol, "but that"s bad. Wad ye mind, Laird, if I rode on afore ye?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Cousins and sodger-folk are kittle cattle," said he. "I wadna wonder noo but that Maister Gilbert were ahint a d.y.k.e. I"ve heard tell o" some o" his pliskies in his ain land, and he"s no the lad to let a midge stick in his throat."
I drew up my horse angrily.
"Nicol," I cried, "you are intolerable. My cousin is a gentleman of birth, and do you think he is the man to kill from a d.y.k.e-side? Fie on you, you have the notions of a common roost-robber."
"Weel, away then, my lord," cries he. "So be it; but I"ve little faith in your Gilberts for a" their gentrice. I ken their breed ower weel.
But I maun ride afore ye, for there are some gey rough bits on the road, and I"m a wee bit mair sure in the saddle than yoursel, wi" a" respect to your lairdship."
So the wilful fellow must needs ride before me, looking sharply to the right and left as though we were in far Muscovy instead of peaceful Holland.
As for me, I felt in no humour to listen to my servant"s tales or do aught than think dolefully on my own matters. The sight of my cousin and of Mistress Kate had made me sore sick for home, and I could have found it in my heart once and again to take ship at the next sailing for Leith. But these thoughts I choked down, for I felt that they were unbecoming to any man. Yet I longed for Marjory as never lover longed for his mistress. Her bright hair was ever before my sight, and her last words on that February evening rang always in my head. I prayed to G.o.d to watch over her as I rode through the stiff poplars on the way to Leyden.
As for my quarrel, I cared not a straw for Gilbert and his ill-will, it having never been my nature to be timorous toward men. Nay, I looked forward to meeting him with no little pleasure, for it had long been an open question which of the twain was best at the sword-play.
"Maister John," said Nicol, suddenly turning round, "I saw twae men creeping roond thae scrunts o" trees. I wis they maunna be after ony ill." We were by this time nearing a black, inhospitable part of the land, where the road ran across a moor all covered with ferns and rushes and old trunks of trees.
"Ride on," said I; "if we turned for every man that crosses the path, we should never leave our own threshold."
He did as he was ordered, and our horses being put to the canter, covered the ground gallantly, and our stirrup-chains clinked in the silent night.
Suddenly, to my amazement, I saw Nicol fling himself back in the saddle while his horse stumbled violently forward. It was one of the most ingenious feats of horsemanship that I have ever witnessed. The beast stood quivering, his ears erect with fright, while I rode alongside.
"For G.o.d"s sake, sir, take care," Nicol cried. "There"s some d.a.m.ned thing ower the road, and if I hadna been on the watch it wad hae been a"
ower wif yae guid man. Watch, for ye may get a shot in your belly any meenute."
Now, as it chanced, it was that lively canter which saved us, for the rogues who had set the trap had retired a good way, not expecting us so early. At the sound of the stumble they came rushing up from among the fern, and, ere I knew, a pistol shot cracked past my ears, and another and another.
Two went wide; one hit my horse on the ear and made him unmanageable, so that I sat there with my beast plunging and kicking, at the mercy of whosoever had a fourth pistol.
Nicol spoke not a word, but turning his horse, dashed forward in the direction whence the shots had come. As it fell out, it was the best thing that anyone could have done, for the robbers, not expecting any such a.s.sault, were preparing to fire again. As it was, the forefeet of the horse took one villain on the chest, knocking him senseless and well-nigh trampling the life out of him. A second gripped Nicol by the sleeve, and attempted to drag him from the saddle; which plan would doubtless have succeeded had not my servant, pulling the pistol (which was not loaded) from his holsters, presented it at the man"s head with such effect that the fellow in fear of his life let go and fled across the moor.
By this time I had reduced my own animal to something like submission.
I rode after Nicol and came up just in time to see the third man of the band (there were but three; for doubtless they trusted to their trap for unhorsing if not stunning us) engaged in a desperate struggle. Nicol had him by the throat with one hand and was endeavouring to squeeze the breath out of him, while he in turn had his opponent by the other arm, which he was twisting cruelly. Had my servant been on foot the matter would soon have ended, for the throat fared badly which those long wiry hands once encircled; but being on horseback he dared not lean forward lest he should lose his seat. My appearance settled it; for the robber, freeing himself at one desperate leap, made off at the top of his speed, leaving his pistols behind him. There remained but the one whom Nicol"s horse had deprived of his senses.
Unfortunately the blow had not been a very severe one, for he was not long in coming to himself. There was some water in a little stagnant pool near at hand which Nicol dashed in his face, and in a little the man opened his eyes and looked up.
At the sight of us he started, and the events of the past half hour came back to his memory. Then a look of sullen, obstinate anger came into his face, and he lay still, waiting for events to take their course.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He made no answer.
I repeated the question several times, and still the man kept his silence.
"Ye donnert sc.o.o.ndrel," cried Nicol, "tell us whae ye are, or ye"ll hang the morn on the gallows-hill at Leyden."
Still the fellow would not speak.
"Let"s tie him up," said Nicol, "and I"ll ride wi" him on the horse afore me. He"ll get justice when we win to the toun."
But this was not my policy. I had other things to think of than bringing marauders to trial. A sudden thought struck me.
"I will try him another way," said I to Nicol. "Do you stand aside."
The man lay on the ground where my servant"s horse had thrown him, with a belt round his legs, and his arms knotted together. I went up to him, and stood over.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked sternly, in as tragic a voice as I could a.s.sume.
The man stared sulkily, but did not speak.
"You fool," I cried, "do you think that thus you will circ.u.mvent me?
Know that I am the great doctor, Joannes Burnetus of Lugdunum, skilled in all arts of earth and heaven, able to tell divinations and prophecies, learned in all magic and witchery. I know all that thou hast done since thy birth, and thy father and grandsire before thee, all the wickedness which shall ent.i.tle thee to eternal d.a.m.nation in that place which the Devil is even now preparing for thee. Yea, I can tell thee the very death which thou shalt die--"
"Stop, stop," cried the fellow, "O most learned sir, spare me. I know thou knowest all things. I confess my sins, and oh, I promise you I shall mend my ways. Stop, I pray."
"There is still one ray of hope for thee," said I, "but I cannot give my word that thou shalt ever gain it, for thou hast advanced too far in sin already. But yet thou mayest escape, and there is but one way to set about it-namely, to tell me of all thy wickedness. I adjure thee, by the sacred sign _Tekel_, which the Chaldaeans used of old; by _Men_, which was the sign of the Egyptians; by the _Eikon_ of the Greeks; by the _Lar_ of the Romans. I summon thee by the holy names of G.o.d, _Tetragrammaton, Adonay, Algramay, Saday, Sabaoth, Planaboth, Pantbon, Craton, Neupmaton, Deus, h.o.m.o, Omnipotens_; by _Asmath_, the name of the Evil One, who is lord over thee and my slave-I summon thee to tell me all thy deeds."
The man was frightened past all telling. He tried to crawl to my knees, and began a recital of all manner of crimes and peccadilloes, from his boyhood till the present hour. I listened without interest.
"Had any Scot a part with thee in this night"s work?" I asked.
"No, there was none. There were but Bol and Delvaux beside myself, both Dutch born and bred."
My mind was lightened. I never really believed my cousin to have had any part in such a matter, but I was glad to know it for truth.
"You may go now," I said, "go and repent, and may G.o.d blast thee with all his fire if thou turnest thy hand to evil again. By the bye, thy name? I must have it from thy own lips."
"Jan Hamman, your lordship," said he.
"Well, G.o.d pity thee, Jan Hamman, if ever I lay my hand on thee again.
Be off now."