"MacRae"s superst.i.tions."
"Nonsense, Slingsby!"
Temple made no rejoinder. In his eye, which chanced to catch mine at the moment, there sat a singular expression. I wondered whether he was recalling that other superst.i.tion of Fred"s, that little episode a night or two before he died.
"We had better be turning in," said Temple, getting up. "It won"t do to sit here too long; and we must be up betimes in the morning."
So we got to bed at last--if you can call it bed. The farmer"s good straw was strewed thickly underneath us in the tent; we had our rugs; and the tent was fastened back at the entrance to admit air. But there was no air to admit, not a whiff of it; nothing came in but the moonlight. None of us remembered a lighter night, or a hotter one. I and Tod lay in the middle, the Temples on either side, Slingsby nearest the opening.
"I wonder who"s got our sheet?" began Tod, breaking a silence that ensued when we had wished each other good-night.
No one answered.
"I say," struck in Rupert, by-and-by, "I"ve heard one ought not to go to sleep in the moonlight: it turns people luny. Do any of your faces catch it, outside there?"
"Go to sleep and don"t talk," said Temple.
It might have been from the novelty of the situation, but the night was well on before any of us got to sleep. Tod and Rupert Temple went off first, and next (I thought) Temple did. _I_ did not.
I dare say you"ve never slept four in a bed--and, that, one of littered straw. It"s all very well to lie awake when you"ve a good wide mattress to yourself, and can toss and turn at will; but in the close quarters of a tent you can"t do it for fear of disturbing the others. However, the longest watch has its ending; and I was just dropping off, when Temple, next to whom I lay, started hurriedly, and it aroused me.
"What"s that?" he cried, in a half-whisper.
I lifted my head, startled. He was sitting up, his eyes fixed on the opening we had left in the tent.
"Who"s there?--who is it?" he said again; and his low voice had a slow, queer sound, as though he spoke in fear.
"What is it, Temple?" I asked.
"There, standing just outside the tent, right in the moonlight,"
whispered he. "Don"t you see?"
I could see nothing. The stir awoke Rupert. He called out to know what ailed us; and that aroused Tod.
"Some man looking in at us," explained Temple, in the same queer tone, half of abstraction, half of fear, his gaze still strained on the aperture. "He is gone now."
Up jumped Tod, and dashed outside the tent. Rupert struck a match and lighted the lantern. No one was to be seen but ourselves; and the only odd thing to be remarked was the white hue Temple"s face had taken. Tod was marching round the tent, looking about him far and near, and calling out to all intruders to show themselves. But all that met his eye was the level plain we were encamped upon, lying pale and white under the moonlight, and all the sound he heard was the croaking of the frogs.
"What could have made you fancy it?" he asked of Temple.
"Don"t think it was fancy," responded Temple. "Never saw any man plainer in my life."
"You were dreaming, Slingsby," said Rupert. "Let us get to sleep again."
Which we did. At least, I can answer for myself.
The first beams of the glorious sun awoke us, and we rose to the beginning of another day, and to the cold, shivery feeling that, in spite of the heat of the past night and of the coming day, attends the situation. I could understand now why the nip of whisky, as Duffham called it, was necessary. Tod served it out. Lighting the fire of sticks to boil our tea-kettle--or the round pot that served for a kettle--we began to get things in order to embark again, when breakfast should be over.
"I say, Slingsby," cried Rupert, to his brother, who seemed very sullen, "what on earth took you, that you should disturb us in the night for nothing?"
"It was not for nothing. Some one was there."
"It must have been a stray sheep."
"Nonsense, Rupert! Could one mistake a sheep for a man?"
"Some benighted ploughman then, "plodding his weary way.""
"If you could bring forward any ploughman to testify that it was he beyond possibility of doubt, I"d give him a ten-pound note."
"Look here," said Tod, after staring a minute at this odd remark of Temple"s, "you may put all idea of ploughmen and every one else away.
No one was there. If there had been, I must have seen him: it was not possible he could betake himself out of sight in a moment."
"Have it as you like," said Temple; "I am going to take a bath. My head aches."
Stripping, he plunged into the river, which was very wide just there, and swam towards the middle of it.
"It seems to have put Slingsby out," observed Rupert, alluding to the night alarm. "Do you notice how thoughtful he is? Just look at that fire!"
The sticks had turned black, and began to smoke and hiss, giving out never a bit of blaze. Down knelt Rupert on one side and I on the other.
"Damp old obstinate things!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. And we set on to blow at them with all our might.
"Where"s Temple?" I exclaimed presently; looking off, and not seeing him. Rupert glanced over the river.
"He must be diving, Johnny. Slingsby"s fond of diving. Keep on blowing, lad, or we shall get no tea to-day."
So we kept on. But, I don"t know why, a sort of doubtful feeling came over me, and while I blew I watched the water for Temple to come up.
All in a moment he rose to the surface, gave one low, painful cry of distress, and disappeared again.
"Good Heavens!" cried Rupert, leaping up and overturning the kettle.
But Tod was the quickest, and jumped in to the rescue. A first-rate swimmer and diver was he, almost as much at home in the water as out of it. In no time, as it seemed, he was striking back, bearing Temple. It was fortunate for such a crisis that Temple was so small and slight--of no weight to speak of.
By dint of gently rubbing and rolling, we got some life into him and some whisky down his throat. But he remained in the queerest, faintest state possible; no exertion in him, no movement hardly, no strength; alive, and that was about all; and just able to tell us that he had turned faint in the water.
"What is to be done?" cried Rupert. "We must get a doctor to him: and he ought not to lie on the gra.s.s here. I wonder if that farmer would let him be taken to the house for an hour or two?"
I got into my boots, and ran off to ask; and met the farmer in the second field. He was coming towards us, curious perhaps to see whether we had started. Telling him what had happened, he showed himself alive with sympathy, called some of his men to carry Temple to the farm, and sent back to prepare his wife. Their name we found was Best: and most hospitable, good-hearted people they turned out to be.
Well, Temple was taken there and a doctor was called in. The doctor shook his head, looked grave, and asked to have another doctor. Then, for the first time, doubts stole over us that it might be more serious than we had thought for. A dreadful feeling of fear took possession of me, and, in spite of all I could do, that scene at Oxford, when poor Fred Temple had been carried into old Mrs. Golding"s to die, would not go out of my mind.
We got into our reserve clothes, as if conscious that the boating flannels were done with for the present, left one of the farmer"s men to watch our boat and things, and stayed with Temple. He continued very faint, and lay almost motionless. The doctors tried some remedies, but they did no good. He did not revive. One of them called it "syncope of the heart;" but the other said hastily, "No, no, that was not the right name." It struck me that perhaps they did not know what the right name was. At last they said Mrs. Temple had better be sent for.
"I was just thinking so," cried Rupert. "My mother ought to be here. Who will go for her?"
"Johnny can," said Tod. "He is of no good here."