"Ay;" here interposed the big sister, with a sneer, "an" you cried it, Jack--shouted till I was afeerd you"d split yer windpipe. That ye did!"
"And if I did," rejoined Jack, excusing himself, "how war I to help it?
If I hadn"t they"d a throttled me; may-be pulled off my wooden leg, and smashed my skull wi"t. An" ye know that, Winny. A man who"d a said word there favour o" the Parlyment wud a stud good chance o" gettin"
tore limb fro" limb. Tho" I han"t two for "em to tear sunderwise, I wasn"t the fool to go b.u.t.tin my head "gainst a wall when no good could come o"t. If I did cry "Long live the King!" I thinked the contrary, as Rob knows I do."
"That do I, Jack, right well. A true free-born Forester, as myself, I know you ha" no leanin" like as them o" Monnerth and Lydney; Royalists an" Papists, who want to make slaves o" us, both body and soul, an" keep us toilin" for them an" their fine-dressed favourites--devil burn "em!"
Having thus delivered himself, the free-born Forester dropped conversation with Jerky, confining it to the sister. For which Jack gave them an opportunity, shrewdly guessing it was desired. Once more saluting Jink.u.m with a "yee-up!" he started the animal off again up the hill, himself stumping briskly after.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
A COMBAT IN A QUARRY.
The man and woman left behind, as they stood _vis-a-vis_, presented a striking appearance. Such a pair in juxtaposition were a sight not often given to the eye. He some inches the taller--though well matched as regarded the distinction of the s.e.xes; but both of towering stature, with air so commanding that one, who could have seen them there and then, would not have given a thought to the coa.r.s.eness of their apparel, or, if so, instantly forgetting it. Looking at their faces, in their eyes as they met in mutual gaze, he would have noticed something of a nature to interest more than any quality or fashion of dress--the light of love. For they loved one another warmly, and, perhaps, as purely and tenderly, as if their hearts had been beating under robes of silk.
No words of love pa.s.sed between them now. If they intended speaking such, they held them in reserve till matters more pressing should be disposed of.
Upon these the man entered at once, asking,--
"Heerd you anythin" "bout me, Win?"
"Yes, Rob."
"What?"
"They have been wonderin" how ye managed to get out o"t gaol, an" blame Will Morgan for lendin" ye a hand. Day afore yesterday a party came over from Lydney wi" that young officer as be wi" Sir John Winter-- Trevor I think they call him."
"Yes; that"s the name. I know him well enough--too well. "Twas he as took me in the High Meadows."
"Oh! it was. Well; he hev taked Will, too, an" carried him away to Lydney, where Sir John ha" now got a gaol o" his own. There wor some trouble "bout it; the Lord Herbert, who"s governor at Monnerth, claimin"
him as his prisoner. But the other sayed as yours wor a case o"
deer-stealin" in the Forest, an" Will had helped, ye ought both be taken before Sir John an" tried by him, he bein" head man o" it. Then Lord Herbert gave in, an" let them take him off. Will did help ye a bit, didn"t he?"
"More"n a bit. But for him, liker than not, I"d now be in theer lock-up at Lydney. Well, if he be goed there he mayn"t ha" so long to stay as they think for--won"t, if what I"ve heerd be true."
"What"s ye heerd, Rob?"
"Some news as ha" just come down from Lunnun. It"s sayed the King"s been chased out o"t, an" the Parlyment be now havin" it all theer own way. Supposin" that"s the case, Sir John Winter won"t hae it all his own way much longer. We Foresters"ll deal wi" him diff"rent from what we"ve been a doin". An" "bout that I ha" got word o" somethin" else."
"What somethin"?"
"A man, they say"s comin" down here--from Lunnun too. One o" the right sort--friend o" the people. Besides, a soldier as ha" seen foreign service, an" is reckoned "mong the best and kindest of men."
"I think I know who ye mean, Rob. Ain"t it Sir Richard Walwyn?"
"That"s the man."
"He wor at Hollymead fore he went away to the wars. I"ve seed him many"s the time. He used to often ride past our place, an" always stopped to ha" a word an" a joke wi" Jack. That makes me remember him; an" if I beant mistook somebody else ha" remembrance o" him in a different way, an" ain"t like ever to forget him."
"Who?"
"One o" the young ladies o" Hollymead--the older "un, Miss Sabrina. I ha" heerd as much from the house sarvints theer."
Just the shadow of a cloud had shown itself on Rob"s brow as Win commenced giving her reminiscences of the knight who had been visitor at Hollymead and used to crack jokes with Jerky. It pa.s.sed off, however, ere her relation came to an end.
"Well, dear Win," he said, speaking more tenderly from consciousness of having harboured an unjust suspicion; "they say Sir Richard be comin"
down to raise soldiers for the Parlyment. If that be so, one o" the first to join him"ll be Rob Wilde; an" maybe the biggest, if not best, in the fightin" line."
"You"ll be the best, Rob; I know you will. Who could equal you?"
At which she threw open her arms, then closed them around his neck, covering him with kisses.
In all probability, many soft words and much tender concourse would have succeeded this outburst of admiration. But the opportunity was not allowed them. Just then they heard a clattering of hoofs, hors.e.m.e.n coming down the road from Ruardean, at a gallop.
Rob, setting his ears to listen, could tell there were two of them, but nothing more--nothing to admonish him whether they were friends or enemies. But with the consciousness of having stolen deer and broken jail, twenty to one on their being the latter, reflected he. In any case prudence counselled him hiding himself, and letting the hors.e.m.e.n pa.s.s on.
His first impulse was to spring back up the bank, leaving the woman in the road. They could have nothing against her, whoever they were. But they were near now, still riding rapidly, and before he could scramble to the summit of the slope would be sure to see him. Just then, a hiding-place handier, and more easily accessible, came under his eye; a break in the bank just opposite, which he knew to be the entrance to an old limestone quarry, long abandoned. He would be safe enough in there, at least from observation by any one pa.s.sing down the road. Whether or no, it was now Hobson"s choice with him; the trampling was louder and clearer; and but for an abrupt bend of the road above he could have seen the hors.e.m.e.n, as they him. No alternative, therefore, but to cut into the quarry; which he did--the woman with him.
Scarce were they well inside it, when the hoof-strokes ceased to be heard. The horses had been suddenly pulled up; a colloquy ensuing.
"Hullo, Jerky!" it begun. "On your way from Monmouth market, I suppose?"
"Yes, yer honour; jist that."
"But where"s your big sister? I"ve met you scores of times along the roads, though never without her. I hope there"s nothing amiss?"
"Oh! nothin", sir. She be wi" me now, close by, coming up the pitch, only ha" legged a bit behint."
"Well, Jack, I won"t detain you; as I must not be lagging myself. I want to reach Ross before the night"s on. Good-bye, old cadge!"
At which the dialogue came to an end, and the hoof-strokes were again heard, now coming close.
Only for a minute or so, when a second colloquy was entered upon, this time one of the voices being different.
Rob Wilde knew them both; had long ago recognised the one that held speech with the cadger, and had reason to feel keenly apprehensive as he listened. Far more now, as the words of the later dialogue dropped upon his ears.
"Old Timber-toes said his sister was just behind. I don"t see anything of her; and certainly she"s not one there should be any difficulty in making out--even at a league"s distance. Hey! what the deuce is that?"
And Reginald Trevor again reined up. For it was he, with his servant.
"A basket, it appears to be, Captain," answered the man, "with a bottle in it. Yes," he added, after drawing closer, lifting it from the ledge, and peering into it. "Something besides the bottle--bread, cheese, and bacon."
"Where there"s so much smoke there should be some fire," reflected his master, who had halted in the middle of the road. Then, thinking it odd he saw nothing of the cadger"s sister, and noticing the gap leading into the quarry, it occurred to him she might be there. Partly out of curiosity, and partly from an intuition, which the basket of provisions had done something to inspire, he headed his horse at the opening and rode in.
Soon as inside, an exclamation rose to his lips, in tone which told of more than surprise. There was triumph, exultation, in it. For there saw he, not only the woman missing from the road, but a man, the same who had been for some time missing from Monmouth Gaol. The bushes in the old quarry were not thick enough, nor tall enough, to give either of them concealment; and they were standing erect, without further attempt at seeking it.
"Ho--ho! my giant," cried the officer. "It"s here you are; making love to Jerky"s sister. And a pretty pair of love-birds too! Ha! ha! That explains the basket of eatables and drinkables. What a pity to interrupt your billing and cooing! But I must. So master Rob, deer-stealer and jail-breaker," he added drawing his sword. "Come along with me! You needn"t trouble about bringing the basket. In the Lydney lock-up I"ll see to your being fed free of expense."