"You"re a bag of blue devils, oh dear! oh dear!"
sang d.i.c.k to the tune of "The Campbells are coming."
"I ask e"er a man present," Mr. Moody put out his fist, "is that to be borne? Didn"t you," he addressed d.i.c.k Curtis,--"didn"t you sing into my chorus--"
"It"s no wonder to hear how you squall"d, sir?"
"You did!"
"Don"t he,"--d.i.c.k addressed the company, "make Mrs. Boulby"s brandy look ashamed of itself in his face? I ask e"er a gentleman present."
Accusation and retort were interchanged, in the course of which, d.i.c.k called Mr. Moody Nic Sedgett"s friend; and a sort of criminal inquiry was held. It was proved that Moody had been seen with Nic Sedgett; and then three or four began to say that Nic Sedgett was thick with some of the gentlemen up at Fairly;--just like his luck! Stephen let it be known that he could confirm this fact; he having seen Mr. Algernon Blancove stop Nic on the road and talk to him.
"In that case," said Butcher Billing, "there"s mischief in a state of fermentation. Did ever anybody see Nic and the devil together?"
"I saw Nic and Mr. Moody together," said d.i.c.k Curtis. "Well, I"m only stating a fact," he exclaimed, as Moody rose, apparently to commence an engagement, for which the company quietly prepared, by putting chairs out of his way: but the recreant took his advantage from the error, and got away to the door, pursued.
"Here"s an example of what we lose in having no President," sighed the jolly butcher. "There never was a man built for the chair like Bob Eccles I say! Our evening"s broke up, and I, for one, "d ha" made it morning. Hark, outside; By Gearge! they"re s...o...b..lling."
An adjournment to the front door brought them in view of a white and silent earth under keen stars, and d.i.c.k Curtis and the bilious boatbuilder, foot to foot, s...o...b..ll in hand. A bout of the smart exercise made Mr. Moody laugh again, and all parted merrily, delivering final shots as they went their several ways.
"Thanks be to heaven for snowing," said Mrs. Boulby; "or when I should have got to my bed, Goodness only can tell!" With which, she closed the door upon the empty inn.
CHAPTER XIX
The night was warm with the new-fallen snow, though the stars sparkled coldly. A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky by a sharp puff from due North, and the moisture had descended like a woven shroud, covering all the land, the house-tops, and the trees.
Young Harry Boulby was at sea, and this still weather was just what a mother"s heart wished for him. The widow looked through her bed-room window and listened, as if the absolute stillness must beget a sudden cry. The thought of her boy made her heart revert to Robert. She was thinking of Robert when the m.u.f.fled sound of a horse at speed caused her to look up the street, and she saw one coming--a horse without a rider.
The next minute he was out of sight.
Mrs. Boulby stood terrified. The silence of the night hanging everywhere seemed to call on her for proof that she had beheld a real earthly spectacle, and the dead thump of the hooves on the snow-floor in pa.s.sing struck a chill through her as being phantom-like. But she had seen a saddle on the horse, and the stirrups flying, and the horse looked affrighted. The scene was too earthly in its suggestion of a tale of blood. What if the horse were Robert"s? She tried to laugh at her womanly fearfulness, and had almost to suppress a scream in doing so. There was no help for it but to believe her brandy as good and efficacious as her guests did, so she went downstairs and took a fortifying draught; after which her blood travelled faster, and the event galloped swiftly into the recesses of time, and she slept.
While the morning was still black, and the streets without a sign of life, she was aroused by a dream of some one knocking at her grave-stone. "Ah, that brandy!" she sighed. "This is what a poor woman has to pay for custom!" Which we may interpret as the remorseful morning confession of a guilt she had been the victim of over night. She knew that good brandy did not give bad dreams, and was self-convicted.
Strange were her sensations when the knocking continued; and presently she heard a voice in the naked street below call in a moan, "Mother!"
"My darling!" she answered, divided in her guess at its being Harry or Robert.
A glance from the open window showed Robert leaning in the quaint old porch, with his head bound by a handkerchief; but he had no strength to reply to a question at that distance, and when she let him in he made two steps and dropped forward on the floor.
Lying there, he plucked at her skirts. She was shouting for help, but with her ready apprehension of the pride in his character, she knew what was meant by his broken whisper before she put her ear to his lips, and she was silent, miserable sight as was his feeble efforts to rise on an elbow that would not straighten.
His head was streaming with blood, and the stain was on his neck and chest. He had one helpless arm; his clothes were torn as from a fierce struggle.
"I"m quite sensible," he kept repeating, lest she should relapse into screams.
"Lord love you for your spirit!" exclaimed the widow, and there they remained, he like a winged eagle, striving to raise himself from time to time, and fighting with his desperate weakness. His face was to the ground; after a while he was still. In alarm the widow stooped over him: she feared that he had given up his last breath; but the candle-light showed him shaken by a sob, as it seemed to her, though she could scarce believe it of this manly fellow. Yet it proved true; she saw the very tears. He was crying at his helplessness.
"Oh, my darling boy!" she burst out; "what have they done to ye? the cowards they are! but do now have pity on a woman, and let me get some creature to lift you to a bed, dear. And don"t flap at me with your hand like a bird that"s shot. You"re quite, quite sensible, I know; quite sensible, dear; but for my sake, Robert, my Harry"s good friend, only for my sake, let yourself be a carried to a clean, nice bed, till I get Dr. Bean to you. Do, do."
Her entreaties brought on a succession of the efforts to rise, and at last, getting round on his back, and being a.s.sisted by the widow, he sat up against the wall. The change of posture stupified him with a dizziness. He tried to utter the old phrase, that he was sensible, but his hand beat at his forehead before the words could be shaped.
"What pride is when it"s a man!" the widow thought, as he recommenced the grievous struggle to rise on his feet; now feeling them up to the knee with a questioning hand, and pausing as if in a reflective wonder, and then planting them for a spring that failed wretchedly; groaning and leaning backward, lost in a fit of despair, and again beginning, patient as an insect imprisoned in a circle.
The widow bore with his man"s pride, until her nerves became afflicted by the character of his movements, which, as her sensations conceived them, were like those of a dry door jarring loose. She caught him in her arms: "It"s let my back break, but you shan"t fret to death there, under my eyes, proud or humble, poor dear," she said, and with a great pull she got him upright. He fell across her shoulder with so stiff a groan that for a moment she thought she had done him mortal injury.
"Good old mother," he said boyishly, to rea.s.sure her.
"Yes; and you"ll behave to me like a son," she coaxed him.
They talked as by slow degrees the stairs were ascended.
"A crack o" the head, mother--a crack o" the head," said he.
"Was it the horse, my dear?"
"A crack o" the head, mother."
"What have they done to my boy Robert?"
"They"ve,"--he swung about humorously, weak as he was and throbbing with pain--"they"ve let out some of your brandy, mother...got into my head."
"Who"ve done it, my dear?"
"They"ve done it, mother."
"Oh, take care o" that nail at your foot; and oh, that beam to your poor poll--poor soul! he"s been and hurt himself again. And did they do it to him? and what was it for?" she resumed in soft cajolery.
"They did it, because--"
"Yes, my dear; the reason for it?"
"Because, mother, they had a turn that way."
"Thanks be to Above for leaving your cunning in you, my dear," said the baffled woman, with sincere admiration. "And Lord be thanked, if you"re not hurt bad, that they haven"t spoilt his handsome face," she added.
In the bedroom, he let her partially undress him, refusing all doctor"s aid, and commanding her to make no noise about him and then he lay down and shut his eyes, for the pain was terrible--galloped him and threw him with a shock--and galloped him and threw him again, whenever his thoughts got free for a moment from the dizzy aching.
"My dear," she whispered, "I"m going to get a little brandy."
She hastened away upon this mission.
He was in the same posture when she returned with bottle and gla.s.s.
She poured out some, and made much of it as a specific, and of the great things brandy would do; but he motioned his hand from it feebly, till she reproached him tenderly as perverse and unkind.