"Not a farthing, sir--which gives another uncanny glint into his character. When he wants money there"s none so crafty at getting it, but he did this for the pleasure of the thing, or, as he said to Lewis, "to feel what it would be like." That, I tell you, is the nature of the sacket, he has a devouring desire to try on other folk"s feelings, as if they were so many suits of clothes."
"And from your account he makes them fit him too."
"My certie, he does, and a lippie in the bonnet more than that."
So far the school-master had spoken frankly, even with an occasional grin at his own expense, but his words came reluctantly when he had to speak of Tommy"s prospects at the bursary examinations. "I would rather say nothing on that head," he said, almost coaxingly, "for the laddie has a year to reform in yet, and it"s never safe to prophesy."
"Still I should have thought that you could guess pretty accurately how the boys you mean to send up in a year"s time are likely to do? You have had a long experience, and, I am told, a glorious one."
""Deed, there"s no denying it," answered the dominie, with a pride he had won the right to wear. "If all the ministers, for instance, I have turned out in this bit school were to come back together, they could hold the General a.s.sembly in the square."
He lay back in his big chair, a complacent dominie again. "Guess the chances of my laddies!" he cried, forgetting what he had just said, and that there was a Tommy to bother him. "I tell you, sir, that"s a matter on which I"m never deceived, I can tell the results so accurately that a wise Senatus would give my lot the bursaries I say they"ll carry, without setting them down to examination-papers at all." And for the next half-hour he was reciting cases in proof of his sagacity.
"Wonderful!" chimed in McLean. "I see it is evident you can tell me how Tommy Sandys will do," but at that Cathro"s rush of words again subsided into a dribble.
"He"s the worst Latinist that ever had the impudence to think of bursaries," he groaned.
"And his Greek--" asked McLean, helping on the conversation as far as possible.
"His Greek, sir, could be packed in a pill-box."
"That does not sound promising. But the best mathematicians are sometimes the worst linguists."
"His Greek is better than his mathematics," said Cathro, and he fell into lamentation. "I have had no luck lately," he sighed. "The laddies I have to prepare for college are second-raters, and the vexing thing is, that when a real scholar is reared in Thrums, instead of his being handed over to me for the finishing, they send him to Mr. Ogilvy in Glenquharity. Did Miss Ailie ever mention Gavin Dishart to you--the minister"s son? I just craved to get the teaching of that laddie, he was the kind you can cram with learning till there"s no room left for another spoonful, and they bude send him to Mr. Ogilvy, and you"ll see he"ll stand high above my loons in the bursary list. And then Ogilvy will put on sic airs that there will be no enduring him. Ogilvy and I, sir, we are engaged in an everlasting duel; when we send students to the examinations, it is we two who are the real compet.i.tors, but what chance have I, when he is represented by a Gavin Dishart and my man is Tommy Sandys?"
McLean was greatly disappointed. "Why send Tommy up at all if he is so backward?" he said. "You are sure you have not exaggerated his deficiencies?"
"Well, not much at any rate. But he baffles me; one day I think him a perfect numskull, and the next he makes such a show of the small drop of scholarship he has that I"m not sure but what he may be a genius."
"That sounds better. Does he study hard?"
"Study! He is the most careless whelp that ever--"
"But if I were to give him an inducement to study?"
"Such as?" asked Cathro, who could at times be as inquisitive as the doctor.
"We need not go into that. But suppose it appealed to him?"
Cathro considered. "To be candid," he said, "I don"t think he could study, in the big meaning of the word. I daresay I"m wrong, but I have a feeling that whatever knowledge that boy acquires he will dig out of himself. There is something inside him, or so I think at times, that is his master, and rebels against book-learning. No, I can"t tell what it is; when we know that we shall know the real Tommy."
"And yet," said McLean, curiously, "you advise his being allowed to compete for a bursary. That, if you will excuse my saying so, sounds foolish to me."
"It can"t seem so foolish to you," replied Cathro, scratching his head, "as it seems to me six days in seven."
"And you know that Aaron Latta has sworn to send him to the herding if he does not carry a bursary. Surely the wisest course would be to apprentice him now to some trade--"
"What trade would not be the worse of him? He would cut off his fingers with a joiner"s saw, and smash them with a mason"s mell; put him in a brot behind a counter, and in some grand, magnanimous mood he would sell off his master"s things for nothing; make a clerk of him, and he would only ravel the figures; send him to the soldiering, and he would have a sudden impulse to fight on the wrong side. No, no, Miss Ailie says he has a gift for the ministry, and we must cling to that."
In thus sheltering himself behind Miss Ailie, where he had never skulked before, the dominie showed how weak he thought his position, and he added, with a brazen laugh, "Then if he does distinguish himself at the examinations I can take the credit for it, and if he comes back in disgrace I shall call you to witness that I only sent him to them at her instigation."
"All which," maintained McLean, as he put on his top-coat, "means that somehow, against your better judgment, you think he may distinguish himself after all."
"You"ve found me out," answered Cathro, half relieved, half sorry. "I had no intention of telling you so much, but as you have found me out I"ll make a clean breast of it. Unless something unexpected happens to the laddie--unless he take to playing at scholarship as if it were a Jacobite rebellion, for instance--he shouldna have the ghost of a chance of a bursary, and if he were any other boy as ill-prepared I should be ashamed to send him up, but he is Tommy Sandys, you see, and--it is a terrible thing to say, but it"s Gospel truth, it"s Gospel truth--I"m trusting to the possibility of his diddling the examiners!"
It was a startling confession for a conscientious dominie, and Cathro flung out his hands as if to withdraw the words, but his visitor would have no tampering with them. "So that sums up Tommy, so far as you know him," he said as he bade his host good-night.
"It does," Cathro admitted, grimly, "but if what you wanted was a written certificate of character I should like to add this, that never did any boy sit on my forms whom I had such a pleasure in thrashing."
CHAPTER x.x.x
END OF THE JACOBITE RISING
In the small hours of the following night the pulse of Thrums stopped for a moment, and then went on again, but the only watcher remained silent, and the people rose in the morning without knowing that they had lost one of their number while they slept. In the same ignorance they toiled through a long day.
It was a close October day in the end of a summer that had lingered to give the countryside nothing better than a second crop of haws. Beneath the beeches leaves lay in yellow heaps like sliced turnip, and over all the strath was a pink haze; the fields were singed brown, except where a recent ploughing gave them a mourning border. From early morn men, women and children (Tommy among them) were in the fields taking up their potatoes, half-a-dozen gatherers at first to every drill, and by noon it seemed a dozen, though the new-comers were but stout sacks, now able to stand alone. By and by heavy-laden carts were trailing into Thrums, dog-tired toilers hanging on behind, not to be dragged, but for an incentive to keep them trudging, boys and girls falling asleep on top of the load, and so neglecting to enjoy the ride which was their recompense for lifting. A growing mist mixed with the daylight, and still there were a few people out, falling over their feet with fatigue; it took silent possession, and then the shadowy forms left in the fields were motionless and would remain there until carted to garrets and kitchen corners and other winter quarters on Monday morning. There were few gad-abouts that Sat.u.r.day night. Washings were not brought in, though Mr. Dishart had preached against the unseemly sight of linen hanging on the line on the Sabbath-day. Innes, stravaiging the square and wynds in his apple-cart, jingled his weights in vain, unable to shake even moneyed children off their stools, and when at last he told his beast to go home they took with them all the stir of the town. Family exercise came on early in many houses, and as the gude wife handed her man the Bible she said entreatingly, "A short ane." After that one might have said that no earthly knock could bring them to their doors, yet within an hour the town was in a ferment.
When Tommy and Elspeth reached the Den the mist lay so thick that they had to feel their way through it to the _Ailie_, where they found Gavinia alone and scared. "Was you peeping in, trying to fleg me twa three minutes syne?" she asked, eagerly, and when they shook their heads, she looked cold with fear.
"As sure as death," she said, "there was some living thing standing there; I couldna see it for the rime, but I heard it breathing hard."
Tommy felt Elspeth"s hand begin to tremble, and he said "McLean!"
hastily, though he knew that McLean had not yet left the Quharity Arms.
Next moment Corp arrived with another story as unnerving.
"Has Grizel no come yet?" he asked, in a troubled voice. "Tommy, hearken to this, a light has been burning in Double d.y.k.es and the door swinging open a" day! I saw it mysel", and so did Willum Dods."
"Did you go close?"
"Na faags! Willum was hol"ing and I was lifting, so we hadna time in the daylight, and wha would venture near the Painted Lady"s house on sic a night?"
Even Tommy felt uneasy, but when Gavinia cried, "There"s something uncanny in being out the night; tell us what was in Mr. McLean"s bottle, Tommy, and syne we"ll run hame," he became Commander Sandys again, and replied, blankly, "What bottle?"
"The ane I warned you he was to fling into the water; dinna dare tell me you hinna got it."
"I know not what thou art speaking about," said Tommy; "but it"s a queer thing, it"s a queer thing, Gavinia"--here he fixed her with his terrifying eye--"I happen to have found a--another bottle," and still glaring at her he explained that he had found his bottle floating on the horizon. It contained a letter to him, which he now read aloud. It was signed "The Villain Stroke, his mark," and announced that the writer, "tired of this relentless persecution," had determined to reform rather than be killed. "Meet me at the Cuttle Well, on Sat.u.r.day, when the eight-o"clock bell is ringing," he wrote, "and I shall there make you an offer for my freedom."
The crew received this communication with shouts, Gavinia"s cry of "Five shillings, if no ten!" expressing the general sentiment, but it would not have been like Tommy to think with them. "You poor things," he said, "you just believe everything you"re telled! How do I know that this is not a trick of Stroke"s to bring me here when he is some other gait working mischief?"
Corp was impressed, but Gavinia said, short-sightedly, "There"s no sign o"t."
"There"s ower much sign o"t," retorted Tommy. "What"s this story about Double d.y.k.es? And how do we ken that there hasna been foul work there, and this man at the bottom o"t? I tell you, before the world"s half an hour older, I"ll find out," and he looked significantly at Corp, who answered, quaking, "I winna gang by mysel", no, Tommy, I winna!"
So Tommy had to accompany him, saying, valiantly, "I"m no feared, and this rime is fine for hodding in," to which Corp replied, as firmly, "Neither am I, and we can aye keep touching cauld iron." Before they were half way down the Double d.y.k.es they got a thrill, for they realized, simultaneously, that they were being followed. They stopped and gripped each other hard, but now they could hear nothing.