"Well in body, I thank you, Mr. Jarvie," said poor Owen, "but sore afflicted in spirit."
"Ay, ay--no doubt--no doubt," said the Bailie, briskly, "but we are all subject to a downcome, and it comes hard on those that have held their heads high. But I have not come out at twelve o"clock of a Sabbath night to cast up to an unfortunate man his backslidings. That was never Bailie Nicol Jarvie"s way, nor yet was it his father the deacon"s before him. Why, man, even in the Kirk I was thinking on your letter.
And after supper I sat yawning wide enough to swallow St. Enoch"s Kirk, till twelve of the clock struck. Then I took a bit look at my ledger just to see how matters stood between us. Syne I called up Mattie and bade her light the lamp and convoy me down to the tolbooth. I have entry here at any hour of the night and day, and so had my father before me, G.o.d bless him!"
II. ROB ROY AT LAST
During this harangue Frank"s mysterious guide had been gradually edging toward the door, and showing signs of slipping away. But even when looking carefully over Mr. Owen"s papers, the keen eyes of the magistrate detected the movement.
"Shut the door, Stanch.e.l.ls, and keep it locked!" he cried.
The Highlander took three or four steps across the room, muttered an execration in Gaelic, and then with an air of careless defiance set himself down on a table and proceeded to whistle a stave with all possible a.s.surance.
The Bailie soon arranged Mr. Owen"s affairs. He would become his bail himself, and promised to secure his liberation early next morning. Then he took the lantern from his servant Mattie, and, holding it up, proceeded to examine the stern, set countenance of Frank"s guide. That stout-hearted Celt did not move a muscle under the inspection, but with his arms folded carelessly, his heel beating time to the lilt of his whistled strathspey, he came very near to deceiving the acuteness of his investigator.
"Eh--ah--no--it cannot be. It is! Eh, ye born deevil, ye robber--ye catheran! Can this be you?"
"E"en as ye see me, Bailie!" was the short response.
"Ye cheat-the-gallows, ye reiving villain--what think you is the value of your head now!" cried the Bailie.
"Umph! Fairly weighed and Dutch measure," came the answer, "it might weigh down one provost"s, four bailies", a town-clerk"s, six deacons", besides stent-masters"--!"
"Tell over your sins," interrupted Mr. Nicol Jarvie, "and prepare ye, for if I speak the word--"
"But ye will _not_ speak the word," said the Highlander, coolly.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HE took the lantern from his servant Mattie, and, holding it up, proceeded to examine the stern, set countenance of Frank"s guide. That stout-hearted Celt did not move a muscle under the inspection, but with his arms folded carelessly, his heel beating time to the lilt of his whistled strathspey, he came very near to deceiving the acuteness of his investigator."]
"And why should I not?" said the Bailie, "answer me that--why should I not?"
"For three sufficient reasons, Bailie Jarvie," he retorted, "first, for auld langsyne. Second, for the sake of the auld wife ayont the fire at Stuckavrallachan, that made some mixture of our bloods--to my shame be it spoken that _I_ should have a cousin a weaver. And lastly, Bailie, because if I saw a sign of your betraying me, I would plaster the wall there with your brains, long before any hand of man could rescue you!"
"Ye are a bold, desperate villain, sir," retorted the undaunted Bailie, "and ye ken that I ken ye to be so--but that were it only my own risk, I would not hesitate a moment."
"I ken well," said the other, "ye have gentle blood in your veins, and I would be loath to hurt my own kinsman. But I go out of here free as I came in, or the very walls of Glasgow tolbooth shall tell the tale these ten years to come!"
"Well, well," said Mr. Jarvie, "after all, blood is thicker than water.
Kinsfolk should not see faults to which strangers are blind. And, as you say, it would be sore news to the auld wife below the Ben, that you, ye Hieland limmer, had knockit out my brains, or that I had got you strung up in a halter. But, among other things, where is the good thousand pound Scots that I lent you, and when am I to be seeing it?"
"Where is it?" said the unknown, grimly, "why, where last year"s snow is, I trow!"
"And that"s on the tap o" Schehallion, ye Hieland dog," said Mr. Jarvie, "and I look for payment from ye where ye stand."
"Ay," said the Highlander, unmoved, "but I carry neither snow nor silver in my sporran. Ye will get it, Bailie--just when the King enjoys his ain again, as the auld sang says!"
Then the magistrate turned to Frank.
"And who may this be?" he demanded, "some reiver ye hae listed, Rob? He looks as if he had a bold heart for the highway, and a neck that was made express for the hangman"s rope!"
"This," said Owen, horrified at the Bailie"s easy prediction as to the fate of his young master, "this is Mr. Francis...o...b..ldistone, only son of the head of our house--"
"Ay, I have heard of him," said the Bailie, still more contemptuously, "he that ran away and turned play-actor, through pure dislike to the work an honest man should live by!"
"Indeed," said the Highlander, "I had some respect for the callant even before I kenned what was in him. But now I honour him for his contempt of weavers and spinners, and sic-like mechanical persons."
"Ye are mad, Rob," said the Bailie, "mad as a March hare--though wherefore a hare should be madder in the month of March than at Martinmas is more than I can well say. But this young birkie here, that ye are hounding the fastest way to the gallows--tell me, will all his stage-plays and his poetries, or your broad oaths and drawn dirks tell him where Rashleigh Osbaldistone is? Or Macbeth and all his kernes and gallogla.s.ses, and your own to boot, procure him the five thousand pounds to answer the bills that must fall due ten days hence--were they all sold by auction at Glasgow Cross--basket hilts, Andrea Ferraras, leathern targets, brogues, brechan, and sporrans?"
"Ten days!" said Frank, instinctively drawing Diana Vernon"s letter out of his pocket. The time had elapsed, and he was now free to open it.
A thin sealed enclosure fell out, and the wandering airs of the prison wafted it to Bailie Jarvie"s feet. He lifted it and at once handed it to the Highlander, who, after glancing at the address, proceeded calmly to open it.
Frank tried vainly to interpose.
"You must first satisfy me that the letter is intended for you, before I can allow you to read it," he said.
"Make yourself easy, Mr. Osbaldistone," answered the Highlander, looking directly at him for the first time, "remember Justice Inglewood, Clerk Jobson, Mr. Morris--above all, remember your very humble servant, Robert Campbell, and the beautiful Diana Vernon."
The vague resemblance which had been haunting Frank ever since he had heard this man"s voice was now at once made plain. The cloak being dropped and the man"s face turned full upon him, he saw that it was indeed the same Highland drover who had borne unexpected testimony in his favour when he was in danger of his life in the house of Mr. Justice Inglewood.
"It is a difficult cast she has given me to play," said the Highlander, looking at Die Vernon"s letter, "but I daresay I shall be able to serve you. Only you must come and visit me in my own country. I cannot hope to aid you on the paving stones of Glasgow. And you, Bailie, if you will come up with this young gentleman as far as the Clachan of Aberfoil, I will pay you the thousand pounds Scots that I owe you."
"Such a journey ill becomes my place," said the Bailie, doubtfully, "but if I did come, would you really and soothfully pay me the siller?"
"I swear to you," said the Highlander, "by him that sleeps beneath the grey stane at Inch Cailleach!
"But," he continued, "I must be budging. For the air of the Glasgow tolbooth is no that over salutary to a Highland const.i.tution."
"Ohon," said the Bailie, "that I should be art and part in an escape from justice--it will be a disgrace to me all the days of my life!
Aweel, we have all our backslidings to answer for. Stanch.e.l.ls, open the door!"
The head jailor stared at the two visitors who had gotten into Mr.
Owen"s cell without his leave, but he was rea.s.sured by the Bailie"s careless "Friends of mine, Stanch.e.l.ls, friends of mine!"
The party descended to the lower vestibule, and there called more than once for Dougal, but without effect.
Whereupon Campbell observed, with a quiet smile, that "if Dougal was the lad he kenned him, he would scarce wait to be thanked for his share of that night"s work, but would now be full trot for the pa.s.s of Ballamaha--"
"And am I myself," cried the angry Bailie, "to be locked up in the tolbooth all night? Send for fore-hammers, sledge-hammers, pincers! Send for Deacon Yettlin, the smith. And as for that Hieland blackguard, he shall hang as high as Haman--"
"When ye catch him," said Campbell, gravely, "but wait, surely the jail door is not locked!"
And so it turned out.
"He has some glimmerings of sense, that Dougal creature," added the Highlander; "he kenned that an open door might have served me at a pinch!"