"Yes," he answered, "half-a-dozen times. Do you mind, Master Johnny, my getting that there bad cut in the leg with my reaping-hook awhile agone?
Seven weeks I lay in Worcester Infirmary: they carried me there on a mattress shoved down in the cart."
"I remember hearing of it. We were at d.y.k.e Manor."
Before Luke went on, he turned his face to me and dropped his voice to a deeper whisper.
"Master Ludlow, as true as us two be a-standing here, I saw the ghost"s light the very night afore I got the hurt. I was working for Mr. Coney then, it was before I came into the Squire"s service. Young Master Tom, he came out of the kitchen with a letter when we was at our seven-o"clock supper, and said I were to cut off to Timberdale with it and to look sharp, or the letter-box "ud be shut. So I had to do it, sir, and I came through this here Ravine, a-whistling and a-holding my head down, though I"d rather ha" went ten mile round. When I got out of it on t"other side, on top of the zigzag, I chanced to look back over the stile, and there I see the light. It were opposite then, on _this_ side, sir, and moving about in the same see-saw way it be now, for I stood and watched it."
"I wonder you plucked up the courage to stand and watch it, Luke?"
"I were took aback, sir, all in a maze like: and then I started off full pelt, as quick as my heels "ud carry me. That was the very blessed night afore I got the hurt. When the doctors was a-talking round me at the infirmary, and I think they was arguing whether or not my leg must come off, I telled "em that I was afeared it wouldn"t much matter neither way, for I"d seen the ghost"s light the past night and knowed my fate.
One of them, a young man he was, burst out laughing above my face as I lay, and t"other next him, a grave gentleman with white hair, turned round and hushed at him. Master Ludlow, it"s all gospel true."
"But you got well, Luke."
"But I didn"t think to," argued Luke. "And I see the light."
As he turned his face again, the old church clock at Timberdale struck twelve. It seemed to come booming over the Ravine with quite a warning sound, and Luke gave himself a shake. As for me, I could only wish one thing--that Hugh was found.
Tod came up the zigzag path, a lantern in his hand; I whistled to let him know I was near. He had been to look in the unused little shed-place nearly at the other end of the Ravine; not for Hugh, but for the man, Alfred Arne. Tod came up to us, and his face, as the lantern flashed upon it, was whiter and graver than that of Luke Mackintosh.
"Did you see that, sir?" asked Luke.
"See what?" cried Tod, turning sharply. He thought it might be some trace of Hugh.
"That there ghost light, sir. It"s showing itself to-night."
Angry, perplexed, nearly out of his mind with remorse and fear, Tod gave Luke a word of a sort, ordering him to be silent for an idiot, and put the lantern down. He then saw the moving light, and let his eyes rest on it in momentary curiosity.
"It"s the ghost light, sir," repeated Luke, for the man seemed as if he and all other interests were lost in that.
"The deuce take the ghost"s light, and you with it," said Tod pa.s.sionately. "Is this a time to be staring at ghosts" lights? Get you into Timberdale, Mackintosh, and see whether the police have news of the child."
"Sir, I"d not go through the Ravine to-night," was Luke"s answer. "No, not though I knowed I was to be killed at to-morrow"s dawn for disobeying the order."
"Man, what are you afraid of?"
"Of that," said Luke, nodding at the light. "But I don"t like the Ravine in the night at no time."
"Why, that"s nothing but a will-o"-the-wisp," returned Tod, condescending to reason with him.
Luke shook his head. There was the light; and neither his faith in it nor his fear could be shaken. Tod had his arms on the fence now, and was staring at the light as fixedly as Luke had done.
"Johnny."
"What?"
"That light is carried by some one. It"s being lifted about."
"How could any one carry it _there_?" I returned. "He"d pitch head over heels down the Ravine. No fellow could get to the place, Tod, let alone keep his footing. It"s where the bushes are thickest."
Tod caught up the lantern. As its light flashed on his face, I could see it working with new eagerness. He was taking up the notion that Hugh might have fallen on that very spot, and that some one was waving a light to attract attention. As to ghosts, Tod would have met an army of them without the smallest fear.
He went back down the Ravine, and we heard him go crashing through the underwood. Luke never spoke a word. Suddenly, long before Tod could get to it, the light disappeared. We waited and watched, but it did not come again.
"It have been like that always, Master Johnny," whispered Luke, taking his arms off the fence. "Folks may look as long as they will at that there light; but as soon as they go off, a-trying to get to see what it is, it takes itself away. It will be seen no more to-night, sir."
He turned off across the meadow for the high-road, to go and do Tod"s bidding at Timberdale, walking at a sharp pace. Any amount of exertion would have been welcome to Mackintosh, as an alternative to pa.s.sing through the Ravine.
It may be remembered that for some days we had been vaguely uneasy about Hugh, and the uneasiness had penetrated to Mrs. Todhetley. Tod had made private mockery of it to me, thinking she must be three parts a fool to entertain any such fear. "I should like to give madam a fright," he said to me one day--meaning that he would like to hide little Hugh for a time. But I never supposed he would really do it. And it was only to-night--hours and hours after Hugh disappeared, that Tod avowed to me the part he had taken in the loss. To make it clear to the reader, we must go back to the morning of this same day--Friday.
After breakfast I was shut up with my books, paying no attention to anything that might be going on, inside the house or out of it. Old Frost gave us a woeful lot to do in the holidays. The voices of the children, playing at the swing, came wafting in through the open window; but they died away to quietness as the morning went on. About twelve o"clock Mrs. Todhetley looked in.
"Are the children here, Johnny?"
She saw they were not, and went away without waiting for an answer. Lena ran up the pa.s.sage, and I heard her say papa had taken Hugh out in the pony-gig. The interruption served as an excuse for putting up the books for the day, and I went out.
Of all young ragam.u.f.fins, the worst came running after me as I went through the fold-yard gate. Master Hugh! Whether he had been in the green pond again or over the house-roof, he was in a wonderful state; his blue eyes not to be seen for mud, his straw-hat bent, his brown holland blouse all tatters and slime, and the pretty fair curls that Hannah was proud of and wasted her time over, a regular ma.s.s of tangle.
"Take me with you, Johnny!"
"I should think I would, like that! What have you been doing with yourself?"
"Playing with the puppy. We fell down in the mud amongst the ducks.
Joe says I am to stop in the barn and hide myself. I am afraid to go indoors."
"You"ll catch it, and no mistake. Come, be off back again."
But he"d not go back, and kept running by my side under the high hedge.
When we came to the gate at the end of the field, I stood and ordered him to go. He began to cry a little.
"Now, Hugh, you know you cannot go with me in that plight. Walk yourself straight off to Hannah and get her to change the things before your mamma sees you. There; you may have the biscuit: I don"t much care for it."
It was a big captain"s biscuit that I had caught up in going through the dining-room. He took that readily enough, the young cormorant, but he wouldn"t stir any the more for it: and I might have had the small object with me till now, but for the appearance of the Squire"s gig in the lane. The moment Hugh caught sight of his papa, he turned tail and scampered away like a young wild animal. Remembering Mrs. Todhetley"s foolish fear, I mounted the gate and watched him turn safely in at the other.
"What are you looking at, Johnny?" asked the Squire, as he drove leisurely up.
"At Hugh, sir. I"ve sent him indoors."
"I"m going over to Ma.s.sock"s, Johnny, about the bricks for that cottage.
You can get up, if you like to come with me."
I got into the gig at once, and we drove to South Crabb, to Ma.s.sock"s place. He was not to be seen; his people thought he had gone out for the day. Upon that, the Squire went on to see old Cartwright, and they made us stop there and put up the pony. When we reached home it was past dinner-time. Mrs. Todhetley came running out.
"Couldn"t get here before: the Cartwrights kept us," called out the Squire. "We are going to catch it, Johnny," he whispered to me, with a laugh: "we"ve let the dinner spoil."
But it was not the dinner. "Where"s Hugh?" asked Mrs. Todhetley.
"I"ve not seen Hugh," said the Squire, flinging the reins to Luke Mackintosh, who had come up. Luke did all kinds of odd jobs about the place, and sometimes helped the groom.