How Mother screamed! "My G.o.d! whatever shall we do? Run quick," she said, "and bring Mr. Maloney. Dear! oh dear! oh dear!"
Joe had not calculated on this injunction. He dropped his head and said sullenly: "Wot, walk all the way over there?"
Before he could say another word a tin-dish left a dinge on the back of his skull that will accompany him to his grave if he lives to be a thousand.
"You wretch, you! Why don"t you run when I tell you?"
Joe sprang in the air like a shot wallaby.
"I"ll not go AT ALL now--y" see!" he answered, starting to cry. Then Sal put on her hat and ran for Maloney.
Meanwhile Dave took the horses out, walked inside, and threw himself on the sofa without uttering a word. He felt ill.
Mother was in a paroxysm of fright. She threw her arms about frantically and cried for someone to come. At last she sat down and tried to think what she could do. She thought of the very thing, and ran for the carving-knife, which she handed to Dave with shut eyes. He motioned her with a disdainful movement of the elbow to take it away.
Would Maloney never come! He was coming, hat in hand, and running for dear life across the potato-paddock. Behind him was his man. Behind his man--Sal, out of breath. Behind her, Mrs. Maloney and the children.
"Phwat"s the thrubble?" cried Maloney. "Bit be a dif--adher? O, be the tares of war!" Then he asked Dave numerous questions as to how it happened, which Joe answered with prompt.i.tude and pride. Dave simply shrugged his shoulders and turned his face to the wall. Nothing was to be got out of him.
Maloney held a short consultation with himself. Then--"Hould up yer hand!" he said, bending over Dave with a knife. Dave thrust out his arm violently, knocked the instrument to the other side of the room, and kicked wickedly.
"The pison"s wurrkin"," whispered Maloney quite loud.
"Oh, my gracious!" groaned Mother.
"The poor crathur," said Mrs. Maloney.
There was a pause.
"Phwhat finger"s bit?" asked Maloney. Joe thought it was the littlest one of the lot.
He approached the sofa again, knife in hand.
"Show me yer finger," he said to Dave.
For the first time Dave spoke. He said:
"d.a.m.n y"--what the devil do y" want? Clear out and lea" me "lone."
Maloney hesitated. There was a long silence. Dave commenced breathing heavily.
"It"s maikin" "m slape," whispered Maloney, glancing over his shoulder at the women.
"Don"t let him! Don"t let him!" Mother wailed.
"Salvation to "s all!" muttered Mrs. Maloney, piously crossing herself.
Maloney put away the knife and beckoned to his man, who was looking on from the door. They both took a firm hold of Dave and stood him upon his feet. He looked hard and contemptuously at Maloney for some seconds. Then with gravity and deliberation Dave said: "Now wot "n th"
devil are y" up t"? Are y" mad?"
"Walk "m along, Jaimes--walk "m--along," was all Maloney had to say.
And out into the yard they marched him. How Dave did struggle to get away!--swearing and cursing Maloney for a cranky Irishman till he foamed at the mouth, all of which the other put down to snake-poison.
Round and round the yard and up and down it they trotted him till long after dark, until there was n"t a struggle left in him.
They placed him on the sofa again, Maloney keeping him awake with a strap. How Dave ground his teeth and kicked and swore whenever he felt that strap! And they sat and watched him.
It was late in the night when Dad came from town. He staggered in with the neck of a bottle showing out of his pocket. In his hand was a piece of paper wrapped round the end of some yards of sausage. The dog outside carried the other end.
"An" "e ishn"t dead?" Dad said, after hearing what had befallen Dave.
"Don" b"leevsh id--wuzhn"t bit. Die "fore shun"own ifsh desh ad"er bish "m."
"Bit!" Dave said bitterly, turning round to the surprise of everyone.
"I never said I was BIT. No one said I was--only those snivelling idiots and that pumpkin-headed Irish pig there."
Maloney lowered his jaw and opened his eyes.
"Zhackly. Did"n" I (HIC) shayzo, "Loney? Did"n" I, eh, ol" wom"n!"
Dad mumbled, and dropped his chin on his chest.
Maloney began to take another view of the matter. He put a leading question to Joe.
"He MUSTER been bit," Joe answered, ""cuz he had the d-death adder in his hand."
More silence.
"Mush die "fore shun"own," Dad murmured.
Maloney was thinking hard. At last he spoke. "Bridgy!" he cried, "where"s th" childer?" Mrs. Maloney gathered them up.
Just then Dad seemed to be dreaming. He swayed about. His head hung lower, and he muttered, "Shen"l"m"n, yoush disharged wish shanksh y"cun"ry."
The Maloneys left.
Dave is still alive and well, and silent as ever; and if any one question is more intolerable and irritating to him than another, it is to be asked if he remembers the time he was bitten by deaf-adder.
Chapter X.
Dad And The Donovans.
A sweltering summer"s afternoon. A heat that curled and withered the very weeds. The corn-blades drooping, sulking still. Mother and Sal ironing, mopping their faces with a towel and telling each other how hot it was. The dog stretched across the doorway. A child"s bonnet on the floor--the child out in the sun. Two hors.e.m.e.n approaching the slip-rails.
Dad had gone down the gully to Farmer, who had been sick for four days.
The ploughing was at a standstill in consequence, for we had only two draught-horses. Dad erected a shelter over him, made of boughs, to keep the sun off. Two or three times a day he cut greenstuff for him--which the cows ate. He humped water to him which he sullenly refused to drink; and did all in his power to persuade Farmer to get up and go on with the ploughing. I don"t know if Dad knew anything of mesmerism, but he used to stand for long intervals dumbly staring the old horse full in the eyes till in a commanding voice he would bid him, "Get up!" But Farmer lacked the patriotism of the back-block poets. He was obdurate, and not once did he "awake," not to mention "arise".
This afternoon, as Dad approached his dumb patient, he suddenly put down the bucket of water which he was carrying and ran, shouting angrily. A flock of crows flew away from Farmer and "cawed" from a tree close by. Dad was excited, and when he saw that one of the animal"s eyes was gone and a stream of blood trickled over its nose he sat down and hid his face in his big rough hands.