The conversation was put an end to by the redoubtable Captain O"Rooney they were descanting on, and with whom all seemed to be on such bad terms, walking towards them.
"I will make one endeavour now," said the Colonel, "to put a stop to this match."
"Captain O"Rooney," said he, as that gentleman joined them, "I am sorry to hear of this proposed steeplechase, and for such a sum. Mr Fortescue is a young man, and has acted very foolishly; moreover, though he holds the post of adjutant, he has little, I know, but his pay, and such a loss as a thousand pounds would seriously inconvenience him. Let me recommend, Captain O"Rooney, that Fortescue give you a hundred pounds to-morrow morning and draw the bet. What say you, gentlemen all, is the proposal fair?"
"Nothing fairer," they exclaimed.
"See now, Colonel," said Captain O"Rooney, "let us hear what Mr Fortescue says: he is not here; he"ll be found in the ball-room, I"m after thinking."
"True for ye, Captain dear," said the jolly-looking young Irishman before alluded to. "Divil a bit," he continued, with a sly and malicious twinkle of his blue eye, "is Fortescue in the ball. Be jabers, he is seated in the card-room alone by Alice Gwynne, playing with her bouquet and fan. I"ll go and fetch him; but it"s a pity to disturb him. I"d almost take my oath he has been asking her to be Mrs Fortescue, and by my soul I don"t think she has said no." So saying, the young man, without giving the other time to answer, vanished from the room.
"What is it, Colonel?" said Fortescue, coming in almost immediately after.
"See now," said O"Rooney, interrupting him; "the Colonel says this is a foolish match we have entered into, and proposes that ye should pay me a hundred down to-morrow to let ye off. What d"ye say?"
"What do I say?" replied the young man; "why, I"ll do anything the Colonel likes. I think it is a foolish match. I was excited and out of humour when I made it. I"m better now, and if you like to take a hundred and draw, why I"ll send you a cheque to-morrow morning for the amount, or run you for a hundred, which you like."
"See, now," said the Captain, his naturally red face getting purple with anger and excitement. "I"ve heard ye both--the Colonel and yourself; now both of ye hear me. If ye were to offer me nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds, d--n me if I"d take it, for by the Rock of Cashel, I"ll lick ye and break your heart and neck over the country; and see now, Fortescue," he continued, "steer clear of the heiress."
"What do you mean, sir," retorted the young man, firing up. "Steer clear of the heiress? you forget yourself; do you presume to put a lady in the question?" and saying this, he turned away.
"All devilish fine," said O"Rooney, sticking his hands in his pockets and sauntering away from the supper-table, humming a verse of Harry Lorrequer"s well-known song:--
"The King of Oude Is mighty proud, And so were onst the Caysars (Caesars); But ould Giles Eyre Would make them stare, Av he had them with the Blazers.
"To the devil I"d fling--ould Runjeet Singh He"s only a prince in a small way; And knows nothing at all of a six-foot wall, Oh! he"d never do for Galway."
"Won"t he?" muttered Fortescue to himself, as he caught the last words, "perhaps I"ll show you he will." If the Captain had not been so blind with pa.s.sion, he might have heard the gallant Adjutant singing _sotto voce_ a verse of a song from the same author, as he strode carelessly from the room:--
"Put his arm round her waist, Gave ten kisses at laste, "Oh!" says he, "you"re my Molly Malone, "My own, "Oh!" says he, "you"re my Molly Malone!""
What did he mean?
"By the great gun of Athlone, I"m mighty glad entirely they"re both gone from the room," said a hard-riding Galway squire, as the ill.u.s.trious Captain O"Rooney disappeared from sight. "I thought there was an illigant row brewing. Better as it is. Where O"Rooney is to get the coin from if he loses, divil a one of me knows. He"s in "Quare Street" long ago. Never mind, boys; let us have the groceries. "O Punch! you are my darling," and the devil fly away with dull care. Now Colonel," he continued, "upon my conscience, as O"Rooney won"t listen to reason, you must look after Fortescue"s interests. O"Rooney will endeavour to pick out a country. I mean he will go building up walls, and so on. You must have your own way a little, or, begorra, he"ll do as he likes entirely. Now, there is one thing that will beat him if anything will--you must insist on that, or I would not give a trauneen for Fortescue"s chance--and that is" (he dropped his voice to a whisper) _one_ if not _two_ WATER-jumps; if anything will stop Mad Moll it is WATER."
"It shall be done," said the Colonel; "I"ll see that the lad is not taken advantage of." And the old field-officer kept his word, as will be seen in the sequel.
O"Rooney was greatly disturbed when he knew there were to be one or more water-jumps. He fought hard and gallantly against it; but the Colonel was obdurate. "By Gad, sir," said he, "you do not want it entirely your own way, do you? I have not interfered with the country in any way. I have said nothing as to the six-foot wall you have built up, and others equally dangerous, and now you cavil at a paltry ditch."
"Ditch do ye call it, Colonel? fifteen feet of water, hurdled and staked, a ditch, and another of eleven. By my troth, no such like ditches are found between this and Ballinasloe. But never mind. Glory be to Moses, I"ll get over them. And then, h--ll to my soul, if the English horse will ever come near Mad Moll"s girths again."
"We think nothing of nineteen feet, sir," said the Colonel. "In England, fifteen feet is nothing; but my youngster shall have a chance."
Great was the excitement throughout the country--indeed, in all parts of Ireland. Such a match had not been known for years--"a thousand pounds!" What could the English soldier have been thinking of! The nags went on well in their training, closely guarded by their respective admirers. The English horse took to wall-jumping beautifully; but it was doubted whether, even with his great turn of speed, he had the foot of the Irish mare--a clipper. Then again, though Fortescue was a cool and daring horseman, he had not the experience of the Captain, who had ridden many a hard-contested race before, across country and over the flat.
The stakes had been made good and deposited according to agreement with the Colonel. The Captain had found friends to share in the bet, for though he was generally disliked, yet they had confidence in his horse and his horsemanship. Fortescue, too, had friends, nor had his commanding officer been idle. Men from his own regiment had come forward, so all he stood to lose was two hundred and fifty; this and other matters made him sanguine and light-hearted. In addition to all, he had received a beautiful cap and jacket from Miss Gwynne.
The sporting papers, English and Irish, teemed with the forthcoming match. "Lieut. Charles Fortescue"s bay horse Screwdriver, aged, against Capt. O"Rooney"s chestnut mare Mad Moll, six years old, for ONE THOUSAND guineas a side," appeared in the _County Chronicle_.
The excitement was intense. Such a stiff bit of country had not been seen or ridden over for years. The betting would have been decidedly in favour of the Captain, but his mare"s well-known dislike to water prevented anything like odds being laid--so they were both about equal favourites.
"By George, old fellow!" said one of Fortescue"s chums to him one morning, some six days previous to the race, "I really think your chance is becoming more rosy every hour. The more O"Rooney"s mare sees the water the less she likes it. A sergeant in my company, a Galway man, has a country cousin in the barracks who knows all about it. Just go to Sergeant Blake," he said, turning to a bugler pa.s.sing by, "and tell him to come here, and bring his cousin with him. Mr Fortescue wishes to see him."
The man soon appeared. "Salute your supareor," said the Sergeant, as he squared his heels. "Touch your caubeen."
"Arrah, now, Patrick, wasn"t I after doing it?"
"Well, do it at onst, ye murdering ruffian, and tell all ye know."
"Yes, sir, yer honour," commenced the man, "Faix, the Captain "av" been trying the mare day after day at the water. Onst she jumped finely. The Captain made a brook close by our cabin, and is often wid her there.
Sometimes she jumps and sometimes she won"t; and when she won"t, mille murther! maybe don"t he larrup her! Long life to your honour! but I don"t think the mare likes water, at all, at all. And by my troth, there"s many a man thinks the same. The devil"s luck to him! he"s been all over the fresh-planted praties, and cut them to smithereens, bad cess to him! But av course, Leiftenent, ye won"t tell on a poor boy, more by token as he is after doing yer honour a little sarvice. I wouldn"t give a handful of prayers for my life if he found me out; for sorra a one knows the Captain better than myself, death to his sowl!
Tear-an-ages! he"s a terrible bad man entirely, is the Captain. The top of the morning, and long life to your honour!" said the gossoon, as the Sergeant led him away, pocketing half a crown.
"There, Fortescue, what do you think of that?" said his friend, as they sauntered away to the anteroom for a whiskey and soda. "It"s evident Mad Moll is no water jumper. By Jupiter! I think you will pull through.
Quite fair my giving the lad half-a-crown. O"Rooney"s friends have been doing the same--fair play is a jewel!"
Somehow the public at last began to lean towards the English horse. He did his work quietly and openly, without any attempt at concealment.
But what is this excitement in the barrack yard? Officers are rushing to the mess-room. Two gentlemen have been driven up there in a car.
Lord Plunger and his friend Bradon have arrived. They are old friends of the Stiffshire battalion.
"By George! Plunger and Bradon, I"m delighted to see you," said the warm-hearted Colonel, hastening in, while endeavouring to make his sword-belt meet about his somewhat bulky waist. "I did not tell the boys I had written for you both. Lunch ready in ten minutes--gla.s.s of sherry first to wet your mouths. Now, Fortescue will have a little good advice. You will ride the last gallop to-morrow morning, Bradon, and give us your opinion. Dammee, I"m so glad to see you both in the wild west. Here, some one tell the captain of the day I won"t have another roll-call. Obliged to do this kind of thing here, Bradon--never know what"s going to happen from one minute to another. Shooting landlords like the devil. Potted Lambert last week; five shots in him, and the only one that did no harm was the one that took him in the forehead.
Rest his sowl, as the Irishmen say, a near escape for him. Lucky dog!
Here is the sherry!" In this way did the popular Colonel rattle on.
The gallop is over, and Screwdriver has been tried at even weights against a good one. George Bradon had thought it better that Fortescue should ride his own horse in the trial, which he did. "By Jove, you"ve got a clipper, Fortescue!" said the former, as they pulled up; "you don"t know how good. I deceived you all when I told you I had borrowed this nag to try you. Keep your mouth shut, hermetically sealed, old fellow, and I"ll tell you something you will care to know. It is no commoner you have galloped against to-day. Mind, on your life, not a word to your dearest friend. It"s my own horse, GUARDSMAN, you have had a spin with--the winner of the Cheltenham Grand Annual!"
The young man thus addressed sat like one in a dream, at this revelation.
"It"s all old Mason"s doing, Fortescue," said he. "He advised me to bring him over. I"m off now. Look at that knot of people coming over the hill; there are some who crossed the Channel yesterday with me who would know my old pet, and I would not have it blown upon for a trifle--the horse has been in Ireland for a week on the quiet. I"m now off, across country to Athenry, where Mason is, and has a stable for him. The horse will leave by the late train to-night for England with a lad; so no one will be a bit the wiser. My old stud-groom will come to your diggings this evening with me to give you a help. So _au revoir_ till mess-time, when you will see yours truly;" and putting his horse at a five-foot wall, he sent him over, hurling the loose stones behind him in a cloud, and was quickly out of sight.
"So your friend has gone," said the gallant Colonel, as Fortescue walked his horse up to a host of his brother-officers and friends a.s.sembled in a knot on the hill, amongst which several strangers were distinguishable.
"Yes," replied Fortescue, carelessly, "he will be with us at mess.
Here, take the horse home, Forester"--to his man--"see no one comes near him."
"That"s a horse to back," said a sly-looking little man in a large drab overcoat; and coming up to Fortescue he whispered quietly to him: "I"m on your nag for a plumper. I keep my own counsel, and shall not split.
I never come except with a rush at the last minute. My gla.s.ses are good. You"ve had a spin with one of the best cross-country horses in England. Clever and fast as that nag is, he can"t give you seven pounds. You ran him to a length or two. I know George Bradon and Guardsman well. I"ve won a pot full of money on them before. There, don"t look scared; you are a youngster. Sit well down on Screwdriver, hold him together, don"t give a lead over the water, and you will land him a winner. I know more than you think; but for my own sake I"m MUM!"
"News for you all!" said the Colonel of Fortescue"s regiment, bursting into the mess-room, where some nine or ten officers were at breakfast, amongst whom were Lord Plunger and Bradon. "Here, Fortescue," continued the excited old gentleman, "this letter"--holding out one--"concerns you more immediately. Read it out."
The young man thus addressed took the letter and read the following:--
"DEAR COLONEL,
"As you all know, this is the morning of the race. Something has happened. For G.o.d"s sake ride over and see me at once.--
"Yours faithfully,