"No me!" said a solemn voice. "I"m not seekin" a bullet in my wame,"-at which there was laughter and cat-calls.
Tombs followed and made a worse hash of it. He was determined to speak, as he would have put it, to democracy in its own language, so he said "h.e.l.l" several times, loudly but without conviction. Presently he slipped into the manner of the lecturer, and the audience grew restless. "I propose to ask myself a question-" he began, and from the back of the hall came-"And a d.a.m.ned sully answer ye"ll get." After that there was no more Tombs.
I followed with extreme nervousness, and to my surprise got a fair hearing. I felt as mean as a mangy dog on a cold morning, for I hated to talk rot before soldiers-especially before a couple of Royal Scots Fusiliers, who, for all I knew, might have been in my own brigade. My line was the plain, practical, patriotic man, just come from the colonies, who looked at things with fresh eyes, and called for a new deal. I was very moderate, but to justify my appearance there I had to put in a wild patch or two, and I got these by impa.s.sioned attacks on the Ministry of Munitions. I mixed up a little mild praise of the Germans, whom I said I had known all over the world for decent fellows. I received little applause, but no marked dissent, and sat down with deep thankfulness.
The next speaker put the lid on it. I believe he was a noted agitator, who had already been deported. Towards him there was no lukewarmness, for one half of the audience cheered wildly when he rose, and the other half hissed and groaned. He began with whirlwind abuse of the idle rich, then of the middle-cla.s.ses (he called them the "rich man"s flunkeys"), and finally of the Government. All that was fairly well received, for it is the fashion of the Briton to run down every Government and yet to be very averse to parting from it. Then he started on the soldiers and slanged the officers ("gentry pups" was his name for them), and the generals, whom he accused of idleness, of cowardice, and of habitual intoxication. He told us that our own kith and kin were sacrificed in every battle by leaders who had not the guts to share their risks. The Scots Fusiliers looked perturbed, as if they were in doubt of his meaning. Then he put it more plainly. "Will any soldier deny that the men are the barrage to keep the officers" skins whole?"
"That"s a b.l.o.o.d.y lee," said one of the Fusilier jocks.
The man took no notice of the interruption, being carried away by the torrent of his own rhetoric, but he had not allowed for the persistence of the interrupter. The jock got slowly to his feet, and announced that he wanted satisfaction. "If ye open your dirty gab to blagyird honest men, I"ll come up on the platform and wring your neck."
At that there was a fine old row, some crying out "Order", some "Fair play", and some applauding. A Canadian at the back of the hall started a song, and there was an ugly press forward. The hall seemed to be moving up from the back, and already men were standing in all the pa.s.sages and right to the edge of the platform. I did not like the look in the eyes of these new-comers, and among the crowd I saw several who were obviously plain-clothes policemen.
The chairman whispered a word to the speaker, who continued when the noise had temporarily died down. He kept off the army and returned to the Government, and for a little sluiced out pure anarchism. But he got his foot in it again, for he pointed to the Sinn Feiners as examples of manly independence. At that, pandemonium broke loose, and he never had another look in. There were several fights going on in the hall between the public and courageous supporters of the orator.
Then Gresson advanced to the edge of the platform in a vain endeavour to retrieve the day. I must say he did it uncommonly well. He was clearly a practised speaker, and for a moment his appeal "Now, boys, let"s cool down a bit and talk sense," had an effect. But the mischief had been done, and the crowd was surging round the lonely redoubt where we sat. Besides, I could see that for all his clever talk the meeting did not like the look of him. He was as mild as a turtle dove, but they wouldn"t stand for it. A missile hurtled past my nose, and I saw a rotten cabbage envelop the baldish head of the ex-deportee. Someone reached out a long arm and grabbed a chair, and with it took the legs from Gresson. Then the lights suddenly went out, and we retreated in good order by the platform door with a yelling crowd at our heels.
It was here that the plain-clothes men came in handy. They held the door while the ex-deportee was smuggled out by some side entrance. That cla.s.s of lad would soon cease to exist but for the protection of the law which he would abolish. The rest of us, having less to fear, were suffered to leak into Newmilns Street. I found myself next to Gresson, and took his arm. There was something hard in his coat pocket.
Unfortunately there was a big lamp at the point where we emerged, and there for our confusion were the Fusilier jocks. Both were strung to fighting pitch, and were determined to have someone"s blood. Of me they took no notice, but Gresson had spoken after their ire had been roused, and was marked out as a victim. With a howl of joy they rushed for him.
I felt his hand steal to his side-pocket. "Let that alone, you fool," I growled in his ear.
"Sure, mister," he said, and the next second we were in the thick of it.
It was like so many street fights I have seen-an immense crowd which surged up around us, and yet left a clear ring. Gresson and I got against the wall on the side-walk, and faced the furious soldiery. My intention was to do as little as possible, but the first minute convinced me that my companion had no idea how to use his fists, and I was mortally afraid that he would get busy with the gun in his pocket. It was that fear that brought me into the sc.r.a.p. The jocks were sportsmen every bit of them, and only one advanced to the combat. He hit Gresson a clip on the jaw with his left, and but for the wall would have laid him out. I saw in the lamplight the vicious gleam in the American"s eye and the twitch of his hand to his pocket. That decided me to interfere and I got in front of him.
This brought the second jock into the fray. He was a broad, thickset fellow, of the adorable bandy-legged stocky type that I had seen go through the Railway Triangle at Arras as though it were blotting-paper. He had some notion of fighting, too, and gave me a rough time, for I had to keep edging the other fellow off Gresson.
"Go home, you fool," I shouted. "Let this gentleman alone. I don"t want to hurt you."
The only answer was a hook-hit which I just managed to guard, followed by a mighty drive with his right which I dodged so that he barked his knuckles on the wall. I heard a yell of rage, and observed that Gresson seemed to have kicked his a.s.sailant on the shin. I began to long for the police.
Then there was that swaying of the crowd which betokens the approach of the forces of law and order. But they were too late to prevent trouble. In self-defence I had to take my jock seriously, and got in my blow when he had overreached himself and lost his balance. I never hit anyone so unwillingly in my life. He went over like a poled ox, and measured his length on the causeway.
I found myself explaining things politely to the constables. "These men objected to this gentleman"s speech at the meeting, and I had to interfere to protect him. No, no! I don"t want to charge anybody. It was all a misunderstanding." I helped the stricken jock to rise and offered him ten bob for consolation.
He looked at me sullenly and spat on the ground. "Keep your dirty money," he said. "I"ll be even with ye yet, my man-you and that red-headed scab. I"ll mind the looks of ye the next time I see ye."
Gresson was wiping the blood from his cheek with a silk handkerchief. "I guess I"m in your debt, Mr Brand," he said. "You may bet I won"t forget it."
I returned to an anxious Amos. He heard my story in silence and his only comment was-"Well done the Fusiliers!"
"It might have been worse, I"ll not deny," he went on. "Ye"ve established some kind of a claim upon Gresson, which may come in handy ... Speaking about Gresson, I"ve news for ye. He"s sailing on Friday as purser in the Tobermory. The Tobermory"s a boat that wanders every month up the West Highlands as far as Stornoway. I"ve arranged for ye to take a trip on that boat, Mr Brand."
I nodded. "How did you find out that?" I asked.
"It took me some finding," he said dryly, "but I"ve ways and means. Now I"ll not trouble ye with advice, for ye ken your job as well as me. But I"m going north myself the morn to look after some of the Ross-shire wuds, and I"ll be in the way of getting telegrams at the Kyle. Ye"ll keep that in mind. Keep in mind, too, that I"m a great reader of the Pilgrim"s Progress and that I"ve a cousin of the name of Ochterlony."
CHAPTER FIVE
Various Doings in the West
The Tobermory was no ship for pa.s.sengers. Its decks were littered with a hundred oddments, so that a man could barely walk a step without tacking, and my bunk was simply a shelf in the frowsty little saloon, where the odour of ham and eggs hung like a fog. I joined her at Greenock and took a turn on deck with the captain after tea, when he told me the names of the big blue hills to the north. He had a fine old copper-coloured face and side-whiskers like an archbishop, and, having spent all his days beating up the western seas, had as many yarns in his head as Peter himself.
"On this boat," he announced, "we don"t ken what a day may bring forth. I may put into Colonsay for twa hours and bide there three days. I get a telegram at Oban and the next thing I"m awa ayont Barra. Sheep"s the difficult business. They maun be fetched for the sales, and they"re dooms slow to lift. So ye see it"s not what ye call a pleasure trip, Maister Brand."
Indeed it wasn"t, for the confounded tub wallowed like a fat sow as soon as we rounded a headland and got the weight of the south-western wind. When asked my purpose, I explained that I was a colonial of Scots extraction, who was paying his first visit to his fatherland and wanted to explore the beauties of the West Highlands. I let him gather that I was not rich in this world"s goods.
"Ye"ll have a pa.s.sport?" he asked. "They"ll no let ye go north o" Fort William without one."
Amos had said nothing about pa.s.sports, so I looked blank.
"I could keep ye on board for the whole voyage," he went on, "but ye wouldna be permitted to land. If ye"re seekin" enjoyment, it would be a poor job sittin" on this deck and admirin" the works o" G.o.d and no allowed to step on the pier-head. Ye should have applied to the military gentlemen in Glesca. But ye"ve plenty o" time to make up your mind afore we get to Oban. We"ve a heap o" calls to make Mull and Islay way."
The purser came up to inquire about my ticket, and greeted me with a grin.
"Ye"re acquaint with Mr Gresson, then?" said the captain. "Weel, we"re a cheery wee ship"s company, and that"s the great thing on this kind o" job."
I made but a poor supper, for the wind had risen to half a gale, and I saw hours of wretchedness approaching. The trouble with me is that I cannot be honestly sick and get it over. Queasiness and headache beset me and there is no refuge but bed. I turned into my bunk, leaving the captain and the mate smoking s.h.a.g not six feet from my head, and fell into a restless sleep. When I woke the place was empty, and smelt vilely of stale tobacco and cheese. My throbbing brows made sleep impossible, and I tried to ease them by staggering upon deck. I saw a clear windy sky, with every star as bright as a live coal, and a heaving waste of dark waters running to ink-black hills. Then a douche of spray caught me and sent me down the companion to my bunk again, where I lay for hours trying to make a plan of campaign.
I argued that if Amos had wanted me to have a pa.s.sport he would have provided one, so I needn"t bother my head about that. But it was my business to keep alongside Gresson, and if the boat stayed a week in some port and he went off ash.o.r.e, I must follow him. Having no pa.s.sport I would have to be always dodging trouble, which would handicap my movements and in all likelihood make me more conspicuous than I wanted. I guessed that Amos had denied me the pa.s.sport for the very reason that he wanted Gresson to think me harmless. The area of danger would, therefore, be the pa.s.sport country, somewhere north of Fort William.
But to follow Gresson I must run risks and enter that country. His suspicions, if he had any, would be lulled if I left the boat at Oban, but it was up to me to follow overland to the north and hit the place where the Tobermory made a long stay. The confounded tub had no plans; she wandered about the West Highlands looking for sheep and things; and the captain himself could give me no time-table of her voyage. It was incredible that Gresson should take all this trouble if he did not know that at some place-and the right place-he would have time to get a spell ash.o.r.e. But I could scarcely ask Gresson for that information, though I determined to cast a wary fly over him. I knew roughly the Tobermory"s course-through the Sound of Islay to Colonsay; then up the east side of Mull to Oban; then through the Sound of Mull to the islands with names like c.o.c.ktails, Rum and Eigg and Coll; then to Skye; and then for the Outer Hebrides. I thought the last would be the place, and it seemed madness to leave the boat, for the Lord knew how I should get across the Minch. This consideration upset all my plans again, and I fell into a troubled sleep without coming to any conclusion.
Morning found us nosing between Jura and Islay, and about midday we touched at a little port, where we unloaded some cargo and took on a couple of shepherds who were going to Colonsay. The mellow afternoon and the good smell of salt and heather got rid of the dregs of my queasiness, and I spent a profitable hour on the pier-head with a guide-book called Baddely"s Scotland, and one of Bartholomew"s maps. I was beginning to think that Amos might be able to tell me something, for a talk with the captain had suggested that the Tobermory would not dally long in the neighbourhood of Rum and Eigg. The big droving season was scarcely on yet, and sheep for the Oban market would be lifted on the return journey. In that case Skye was the first place to watch, and if I could get wind of any big cargo waiting there I would be able to make a plan. Amos was somewhere near the Kyle, and that was across the narrows from Skye. Looking at the map, it seemed to me that, in spite of being pa.s.sportless, I might be able somehow to make my way up through Morvern and Arisaig to the lat.i.tude of Skye. The difficulty would be to get across the strip of sea, but there must be boats to beg, borrow or steal.
I was poring over Baddely when Gresson sat down beside me. He was in a good temper, and disposed to talk, and to my surprise his talk was all about the beauties of the countryside. There was a kind of apple-green light over everything; the steep heather hills cut into the sky like purple amethysts, while beyond the straits the western ocean stretched its pale molten gold to the sunset. Gresson waxed lyrical over the scene. "This just about puts me right inside, Mr Brand. I"ve got to get away from that little old town pretty frequent or I begin to moult like a canary. A man feels a man when he gets to a place that smells as good as this. Why in h.e.l.l do we ever get messed up in those stone and lime cages? I reckon some day I"ll pull my freight for a clean location and settle down there and make little poems. This place would about content me. And there"s a spot out in California in the Coast ranges that I"ve been keeping my eye on," The odd thing was that I believe he meant it. His ugly face was lit up with a serious delight.
He told me he had taken this voyage before, so I got out Baddely and asked for advice. "I can"t spend too much time on holidaying," I told him, "and I want to see all the beauty spots. But the best of them seem to be in the area that this fool British Government won"t let you into without a pa.s.sport. I suppose I shall have to leave you at Oban."
"Too bad," he said sympathetically. "Well, they tell me there"s some pretty sights round Oban." And he thumbed the guide-book and began to read about Glencoe.
I said that was not my purpose, and pitched him a yarn about Prince Charlie and how my mother"s great-grandfather had played some kind of part in that show. I told him I wanted to see the place where the Prince landed and where he left for France. "So far as I can make out that won"t take me into the pa.s.sport country, but I"ll have to do a bit of footslogging. Well, I"m used to padding the hoof. I must get the captain to put me off in Morvern, and then I can foot it round the top of Lochiel and get back to Oban through Appin. How"s that for a holiday trek?"
He gave the scheme his approval. "But if it was me, Mr Brand, I would have a shot at puzzling your gallant policemen. You and I don"t take much stock in Governments and their two-cent laws, and it would be a good game to see just how far you could get into the forbidden land. A man like you could put up a good bluff on those hayseeds. I don"t mind having a bet ..."
"No," I said. "I"m out for a rest, and not for sport. If there was anything to be gained I"d undertake to bluff my way to the Orkney Islands. But it"s a wearing job and I"ve better things to think about."
"So? Well, enjoy yourself your own way. I"ll be sorry when you leave us, for I owe you something for that rough-house, and beside there"s darned little company in the old moss-back captain."
That evening Gresson and I swopped yarns after supper to the accompaniment of the "Ma Goad!" and "Is"t possible?" of captain and mate. I went to bed after a gla.s.s or two of weak grog, and made up for the last night"s vigil by falling sound asleep. I had very little kit with me, beyond what I stood up in and could carry in my waterproof pockets, but on Amos"s advice I had brought my little nickel-plated revolver. This lived by day in my hip pocket, but at night I put it behind my pillow. But when I woke next morning to find us casting anchor in the bay below rough low hills, which I knew to be the island of Colonsay, I could find no trace of the revolver. I searched every inch of the bunk and only shook out feathers from the mouldy ticking. I remembered perfectly putting the thing behind my head before I went to sleep, and now it had vanished utterly. Of course I could not advertise my loss, and I didn"t greatly mind it, for this was not a job where I could do much shooting. But it made me think a good deal about Mr Gresson. He simply could not suspect me; if he had bagged my gun, as I was pretty certain he had, it must be because he wanted it for himself and not that he might disarm me. Every way I argued it I reached the same conclusion. In Gresson"s eyes I must seem as harmless as a child.
We spent the better part of a day at Colonsay, and Gresson, so far as his duties allowed, stuck to me like a limpet. Before I went ash.o.r.e I wrote out a telegram for Amos. I devoted a hectic hour to the Pilgrim"s Progress, but I could not compose any kind of intelligible message with reference to its text. We had all the same edition-the one in the Golden Treasury series-so I could have made up a sort of cipher by referring to lines and pages, but that would have taken up a dozen telegraph forms and seemed to me too elaborate for the purpose. So I sent this message:
Ochterlony, Post Office, Kyle,