"Womanish or not," returned Luke; "either my fancy has deceived me, or I beheld her, distinctly as I now behold you, within yon cave, while you were sleeping by my side."
"It is disordered fancy," said Alan Rookwood. "You will live--live to inherit Rookwood--live to see them fall crushed beneath your feet. For myself, if I but see you master of Eleanor"s hand, or know that she no longer lives to bless your rival, or to mar your prospects, I care not how soon I brave my threatened doom."
"Of one or other you shall be resolved to-night," said Luke, placing the dagger within his vest.
At this moment a trampling of a horse was heard before the hovel, and in another instant a loud knocking resounded from the door. The ferryman instantly extinguished the light, motioning his companions to remain silent.
"What, ho!" shouted a voice. "Ferry wanted."
"Gad zooks!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "As I live, "tis Major Mowbray!"
"Major Mowbray!" echoed Alan, in amazement "What doth he here?"
"He must be on his way from York to Rookwood, I conclude," said d.i.c.k.
"If he"s here, I"ll engage the others are not far off."
Scarcely were the words out of d.i.c.k"s mouth, when further clatter was heard at the door, and the tones of Coates were heard, in _altissimo_ key, demanding admittance.
"Let us retire into the next room," whispered Turpin, "and then admit them by all means, Conkey. And, hark ye, manage to detain them a few seconds."
"I"ll do it," said Jem. "There"s a bit of a hole you can peep through."
Another loud rat-tat was heard at the door, threatening to burst it from its hinges.
"Well, I be coming," said Jem, seeing the coast was clear, in a drowsy, yawning tone, as if just awakened from sleep. "You"ll cross the river none the faster for making so much noise."
With these words he unbarred the door, and Coates and Paterson, who, it appeared, were proceeding to Rookwood, entered the hovel. Major Mowbray remained on horseback at the door.
"Can you find us a gla.s.s of brandy to keep out the fog?" said Coates, who knew something of our ferryman"s vocations. "I know you are a lad of amazing _spirit_."
"May be I can, master, if I choose. But won"t the other gemman walk in-doors likewise?"
"No, no," said Coates; "Major Mowbray don"t choose to dismount."
"Well, as you please," said Jem. "It"ll take me a minute or two to get the punt in order for all them prads."
"The brandy in the first place," said Coates. "What"s here?" added the loquacious attorney, noticing the remnants of Turpin"s repast. "But that we"re hurried, I should like a little frizzled bacon myself."
Jem opened the door of his dormitory with the greatest caution, though apparent indifference, and almost instantly returned with the brandy.
Coates filled a gla.s.s for Paterson, and then another for himself. The ferryman left the house apparently to prepare his boat, half closing the door after him.
"By my faith! this is the right thing, Paterson," said the attorney. "We may be sure the strength of this was never tested by a gauger"s proof.
Take another thimbleful. We"ve twelve miles and a heavy pull to go through ere we reach Rookwood. After all, we made but a poor night"s work of it, Master Constable. Cursed stupid in us to let him escape. I only wish we had such another chance. Ah, if we had him within reach now, how we would spring upon him--secure him in an instant. I should glory in the encounter. I tell you what, Paterson, if ever he is taken, I shall make a point of attending his execution, and see whether he dies game. Ha, ha! You think he"s sure to swing, Paterson, eh?"
"Why, yes," replied the chief constable. "I wish I was as certain of my reward as that Turpin will eventually figure at the scragging-post."
"Your reward!" replied Coates. "Make yourself easy on that score, my boy; you shall have your dues, depend upon it. Nay, for the matter of that, I"ll give you the money now, if you think proper."
"Nothing like time present," said Paterson. "We"ll make all square at once."
"Well, then," said Coates, taking out a pocket-book, "you shall have the hundred I promised. You won"t get Turpin"s reward, the three hundred pounds; but that can"t be helped. You shall have mine--always a man of my word, Paterson," continued the attorney, counting out the money. "My father, the thief-taker, was a man of his word before me."
"No doubt," said the chief constable; "I shall always be happy to serve you."
"And then there"s that other affair," said the attorney, mysteriously, still occupied in doling out his bank-notes, "that Luke Bradley"s case; the fellow, I mean, who calls himself Sir Luke Rookwood--ha, ha! A rank impostor! Two fives, that makes fifty: you want another fifty, Paterson.
As I was saying, we may make a good job of that--we must ferret him out.
I know who will come down properly for that; and if we could only tuck him up with his brother blade, why it would be worth double. He"s all along been a thorn in my Lady Rookwood"s side; he"s an artful scoundrel."
"Leave him to me," said Paterson; "I"ll have him in less than a week.
What"s your charge against him?"
"Felony, burglary, murder, every description of crime under the heavens," said Coates. "He"s a very devil incarnate. d.i.c.k Turpin is as mild as milk compared with him. By-the-by, now I think of it, this Jem, Conkey Jem, as folks call him, may know something about him; he"s a keen file; I"ll sound him. Thirty, forty, fifty--there"s the exact amount. So much for d.i.c.k Turpin."
"d.i.c.k Turpin thanks you for it in person," said d.i.c.k, suddenly s.n.a.t.c.hing the whole sum from Paterson"s hands, and felling the chief constable with a blow of one of his pistols. "I wish I was as sure of escaping the gallows as I am certain that Paterson has got his reward. You stare, sir. You are once more in the hands of the Philistines. See who is at your elbow."
Coates, who was terrified almost out of his senses at the sight of Turpin, scarcely ventured to turn his head; but when he did so, he was perfectly horror-stricken at the threatening aspect of Luke, who held a cutla.s.s in his hand, which he had picked up in the ferryman"s bedroom.
"So you would condemn me for crimes I have never committed," said Luke.
"I am tempted, I own, to add the destruction of your worthless existence to their number."
"Mercy, for G.o.d"s sake, mercy!" cried Coates, throwing himself at Luke"s feet. "I meant not what I said."
"Hence, reptile," said Luke, pushing him aside; "I leave you to be dealt upon by others."
At this juncture, the door of the hut was flung open, and in rushed Major Mowbray, sword in hand, followed by Conkey Jem.
"There he stands, sir," cried the latter; "upon him!"
"What! Conkey Jem turned snitch upon his pals?" cried d.i.c.k; "I scarce believe my own ears."
"Make yourself scarce, d.i.c.k," growled Jem; "the jigger"s open, and the boat loose. Leave Luke to his fate. He"s sold."
"Never! vile traitor," shouted d.i.c.k; ""tis thou art _sold_, not he;"
and, almost ere the words were spoken, a ball was lodged in the brain of the treacherous ferryman.
Major Mowbray, meanwhile, had rushed furiously upon Luke, who met his a.s.sault with determined calmness. The strife was sharp, and threatened a speedy and fatal issue. On the Major"s side it was a desperate attack of cut and thrust, which Luke had some difficulty in parrying; but as yet no wounds were inflicted. Soldier as was the Major, Luke was not a whit inferior to him in his knowledge of the science of defence, and in the exercise of the broadsword he was perhaps the more skilful of the two: upon the present occasion his coolness stood him in admirable stead.
Seeing him hard pressed, Turpin would have come to his a.s.sistance; but Luke shouted to him to stand aside, and all that d.i.c.k could do, amid the terrific clash of steel, was to kick the tables out of the way of the combatants. Luke"s aim was now slightly grazed by a cut made by the Major, which he had parried. The smart of the wound roused his ire. He attacked his adversary in his turn, with so much vigor and good will, that, driven backwards by the irresistible a.s.sault, Major Mowbray stumbled over the ferryman"s body, which happened to lie in his way; and his sword being struck from his grasp, his life became at once at his a.s.sailant"s disposal.
Luke sheathed his sword. "Major Mowbray," said he, sternly, "your life is in my power. I spare it for the blood that is between us--for your sister"s sake. I would not raise my hand against her brother."
"I disclaim your kindred with me, villain!" wrathfully exclaimed the Major. "I hold you no otherwise than as a wretched impostor, who has set up claims he cannot justify; and as to my sister, if you dare to couple her name----" and the Major made an ineffectual attempt to raise himself, and to regain his sword, which Turpin, however, removed.
"Dare!" echoed Luke, scornfully; "hereafter, you may learn to fear my threats, and acknowledge the extent of my daring; and in that confidence I give you life. Listen to me, sir. I am bound for Rookwood. I have private access to the house--to your sister"s chamber--_her chamber_--mark you that! I shall go armed--attended. This night she shall be mine. From you--from Ranulph--from Lady Rookwood, from all will I bear her off. She shall be mine, and you, before the dawn, my brother, or----" And Luke paused.
"What further villainy remains untold?" inquired the Major, fiercely.
"You shall bewail your sister"s memory," replied Luke, gloomily.
"I embrace the latter alternative with rapture," replied the Major--"G.o.d grant her firmness to resist you. But I tremble for her." And the stern soldier groaned aloud in his agony.