"Then theer"s no need to gab no more," returned Lowrie. "Yo" know what yo" ha" getten to do. Yo" ha" th" vitriol an" th" sticks. Wait yo" fur him at th" second corner an" I"ll wait at th" first. If he does na tak"
one turn into th" road he"ll tak" th" other, an" so which turn he tak"s we"ll be ready fur him. Blast him! he"ll be done wi" engineerin" fur a while if he fa"s into _my_ hands, an" he"ll mak" no more rows about th"
Davvies."
Impatient for the word of command, Nib stirred uneasily among the dead leaves, and the men heard him. Not a moment"s s.p.a.ce was given to the two listeners, or they would have saved themselves. There was a smothered exclamation from three voices at once, a burst of profanity, and Dan Lowrie had leaped the low hedge and caught Jud by the collar. The man was ghastly with rage. He shook the lad until even he himself was breathless.
"Yo" young devil!" he cried, hoa.r.s.ely, "yo"ve been listenin", ha"
yo"? Nay, theer"s no use o" yo" tryin" to brave it out. Yo"ve done for yorsen, by G.o.d!"
"Let me a-be," said Jud, but he was as pale as his captor. "I wur na doin" thee no harm. I on"y coom to look fur a bird"s nest."
"Yo" listened," said Lowrie; "y o" heerd what we said."
"Let me a-be," was Jud"s sullen reply.
At this moment a man"s face rose above the whitethorn hedge.
"Who is it?" asked the fellow, in a low voice.
"A dom"d young rascal as has been eaves-droppin". Yo" may as well coom out, lads. We"ve getten to settle wi" him, or we"n fun ourselves in th"
worst box yet."
The man scrambled over the hedge without further comment and his companion followed him; and seeing who they were, Jud felt that his position was even more dangerous than he fancied at first. The three plotters who grouped themselves about him were three of the most desperate fellows in the district--brutal, revengeful, vicious, combining all the characteristics of a bad cla.s.s. The two last looked at him with evident discomfort and bewilderment.
"Here"s a pretty go," said one.
"Aye, by th" Lord Harry!" added the other. "How long"s he bin here?"
"How long"st bin here?" demanded Lowrie, with another shake.
"Long enow to look fur a bird"s nest an" not find it," said Jud, trying to speak stoutly.
The three exchanged glances and oaths.
"He"s heerd ivvery word," said Lowrie, in a savage answer.
There was a moment"s silence, and then Lowrie broke out again.
"Theer"s on"y one road to stop his gab," he said. "Pitch him into th"
mine, an" be dom"d to him. He shall na spoil th" job, if I ha" to swing fur it."
Nib gave a low whine, and Jud"s heart leaped within him. Every lad in Riggan knew Dan Lowrie and feared him. There was not a soul within hearing, and people were not fond of visiting the mine at night, so if they chose to dispose of him in any way, they would have time and opportunity to do it without risk of being interfered with. But it happened that upon the present occasion Lowrie"s friends were not as heated as himself. It was not a strictly personal grudge they were going to settle, and consequently some remnant of humanity got the better of them.
"Nay," said the youngest, "one"s enow."
"Nay," Lowrie put in; "one"s not enow fur me, if theer"s another as is goin" to meddle. Sum-mat"s getten to be done, an" done quick."
"Mak" him promise to keep his mouth shut," suggested No. 3. "He"ll do it sooner nor get hissen into trouble."
"Wilt ta?" demanded the young one.
Jud looked up at him. He had the stubborn North country blood in him, and the North country courage. Having heard what he had, he was sharp enough to comprehend all. There was only one engineer whom Lowrie could have a grudge against, and that one was Derrick. They were going to work some harm against "Mester Derrick," who was his friend and Miss Anice"s.
"Wilt ta?" repeated his questioner, feeling quite sure of him. The youth of Riggan were generally ready enough for mischief, and troubled by no scruples of conscience, so the answer he received took him by surprise.
"Nay," said Jud, "I will na."
"Tha will na?"
"Nay."
The fellow fell back a step or two to stare at him.
"Well, tha"rt a plucky one at ony rate," he growled, discomfited.
Jud stood his ground.
"Mester Derrick"s bin good to me," he said, "an" he"s bin good to Nib.
Th" rest o" yo" ha" a kick for Nib whenivver he gits i" yo"re way; but he nivver so much as spoke rough to him. He"s gin me a penny more nor onct to buy him sum-mat to eat. Chuck me down the shaft, if yo" want to."
Though he scarcely believed they would take him at his word, since the two were somewhat in his favor, it was a courageous thing to say. If his fate had rested in Lowrie"s hands alone, heaven knows what the result might have been; but having the others to contend with, he was safe so far. But there was not much time to lose, and even the less interested parties to the transgression had a stolid determination to stand by their comrade. There was a hurried consultation held in undertones, and then the youngest man bent suddenly, and, with a short laugh, caught Nib in his arms. He was vicious enough to take a pleasure in playing tormentor, if in his cooler moods he held back from committing actual crime.
"Tha"rt a plucky young devil," he said; "but tha"s getten to swear to howd thy tongue between thy teeth, an" if tha wunnot do it fur thy own sake, happen tha will fur th" dog"s."
"What art tha goin" to do wi" him?" cried Jud, trembling. "He has na done yo" no hurt."
"We"re goin" to howd him over th" shaft a minnit till tha mak"s up thy mind. Bring th" young chap along, lads."
He had not struggled before, but he began to struggle now with all his strength. He grew hot and cold by turns. It might not be safe to kill him; but it would be safe enough to kill Nib.
"Let me a-be," he cried. "Let that theer dog loose. Nib, Nib,--seize him, lad!"
"Put thy hond over his mouth," said the young man.
And so Jud was half dragged, half carried to the shaft. It was as useless for him to struggle as it was for Nib. Both were powerless.
But Jud"s efforts to free himself were so frantic that the men laughed,--Lowrie grimly, the other two with a kind of malicious enjoyment of the grotesqueness of the situation.
"Set him down, but keep him quiet," was the command given when they reached the pit"s side.
The next instant a dreadful cry was smothered in the boy"s grappled throat. They were leaning against the rail and holding Nib over the black abyss.
"Wilt ta promise?" he was asked. "Tha may let him speak, Lowrie; he canna mak" foak hear."
Nib looked down into the blackness, and broke into a terrific whine, turning his head toward his master.
"I--I--conna promise," said Jud; but he burst into tears.
"Let th" dog go," said Lowrie.