Riddle.
"A pretty piece of news," she said languidly. "Read it, Harry."
The gentleman seized her hand instead. The lady glanced at the clergyman, whose back was turned, and shook her head.
"How tiresome you are!" she said.
"What"s happened?" asked Mr. Riddle, letting go as the parson looked around.
"Oh, they"ve had a battle," said the lady, "and Moultrie and his Rebels have beat off the King"s fleet."
"The devil they have!" exclaimed Mr. Riddle, while the parson started forwards. "Anything more?"
"Yes, a little." She hesitated. "That husband of mine has fled Charlestown. They think he went to the fleet." And she shot a meaning look at Mr. Riddle, who in turn flushed red. I was watching them.
"What!" cried the clergyman, "John Temple has run away?"
"Why not," said Mr. Riddle. "One can"t live between wind and water long.
And Charlestown"s--uncomfortable in summer."
At that the clergyman cast one look at them--such a look as I shall never forget--and went into the house.
"Mamma," said the boy, "where has father gone? Has he run away?"
"Yes. Don"t bother me, Nick."
"I don"t believe it," cried Nick, his high voice shaking. "I"d--I"d disown him."
At that Mr. Riddle burst into a hearty laugh.
"Come, Nick," said he, "it isn"t so bad as that. Your father"s for his Majesty, like the rest of us. He"s merely gone over to fight for him."
And he looked at the lady and laughed again. But I liked the boy.
As for the lady, she curled her lip. "Mr. Riddle, don"t be foolish," she said. "If we are to play, send your horse to the stables." Suddenly her eye lighted on me. "One more brat," she sighed. "Nick, take him to the nursery, or the stable. And both of you keep out of my sight."
Nick strode up to me.
"Don"t mind her. She"s always saying, "Keep out of my sight."" His voice trembled. He took me by the sleeve and began pulling me around the house and into a little summer bower that stood there; for he had a masterful manner.
"What"s your name?" he demanded.
"David Trimble," I said.
"Have you seen my father in town?"
The intense earnestness of the question surprised an answer out of me.
"Yes."
"Where?" he demanded.
"In his house. My father left me with your father."
"Tell me about it."
I related as much as I dared, leaving out Mr. Temple"s double dealing; which, in truth, I did not understand. But the boy was relentless.
"Why," said he, "my father was a friend of Mr. Lowndes and Mr. Mathews.
I have seen them here drinking with him. And in town. And he ran away?"
"I do not know where he went," said I, which was the truth.
He said nothing, but hid his face in his arms over the rail of the bower. At length he looked up at me fiercely.
"If you ever tell this, I will kill you," he cried. "Do you hear?"
That made me angry.
"Yes, I hear," I said. "But I am not afraid of you."
He was at me in an instant, knocking me to the floor, so that the breath went out of me, and was pounding me vigorously ere I recovered from the shock and astonishment of it and began to defend myself. He was taller than I, and wiry, but not so rugged. Yet there was a look about him that was far beyond his strength. A look that meant, NEVER SAY DIE.
Curiously, even as I fought desperately I compared him with that other lad I had known, Andy Jackson. And this one, though not so powerful, frightened me the more in his relentlessness.
Perhaps we should have been fighting still had not some one pulled us apart, and when my vision cleared I saw Nick, struggling and kicking, held tightly in the hands of the clergyman. And it was all that gentleman could do to hold him. I am sure it was quite five minutes before he forced the lad, exhausted, on to the seat. And then there was a defiance about his nostrils that showed he was undefeated. The clergyman, still holding him with one hand, took out his handkerchief with the other and wiped his brow.
I expected a scolding and a sermon. To my amazement the clergyman said quietly:--
"Now what was the trouble, David?"
"I"ll not be the one to tell it, sir," I said, and trembled at my temerity.
The parson looked at me queerly.
"Then you are in the right of it," he said. "It is as I thought; I"ll not expect Nicholas to tell me."
"I will tell you, sir," said Nicholas. "He was in the house with my father when--when he ran away. And I said that if he ever spoke of it to any one, I would kill him."
For a while the clergyman was silent, gazing with a strange tenderness at the lad, whose face was averted.
"And you, David?" he said presently.
"I--I never mean to tell, sir. But I was not to be frightened."
"Quite right, my lad," said the clergyman, so kindly that it sent a strange thrill through me. Nicholas looked up quickly.
"You won"t tell?" he said.
"No," I said.