That was enough. The Gang broke.
II
The Gentleman flashed round to meet the new danger.
He saw a pair of twinkling legs, a huge drum, belly-borne, and two drum-sticks, brandished vaingloriously, driving a rout of men before them.
The humour of the thing seized him.
"Well done, Soldier!" he laughed, and was back over the wall in a trice, attempting to stop the rout.
He might as well have attempted to stay the tide. A torrent of men tumbled past him in howling tumult.
He stood like a lighthouse in the tide-way.
"What! one man lick the lot o you!" came the whipping voice. "O, good G.o.d!" with a pa.s.sion of scorn--"you sweeps! you swine!"
His blade flashed and fell.
"Pretty stroke!" shouted the Parson, flying the wall. "At em again, sir!" He cut in fiercely on the flank. "Come on, Knapp!--That"s the style! Bellyful for once! Bellyful for the boy!"
"I"m there, sir!" cried Knapp, very brisk and bright.
He had flung aside his drum, and was tearing up, wielding his drum- sticks like battle-axes.
"Into em!" bellowed the Parson. "Give em the glory o G.o.d! Give em the Lord"s own delight!"
He was hounding at the heels of the last smuggler, and the Gentleman was hounding at his.
"Ow"s that-a-tat-tat? ow"s that?" cried Knapp, racing up from behind, and came down with a flourish and a thump on the swordsman"s head as he thrust.
Down went the Gentleman in sprawling ruin.
"That"s a little bit o better, ain"t it?" chirped the c.o.c.kney, and skipping over the fallen man, he was at the Parson"s side, in the thick and fury of it, bringing down his drum-sticks to the battle-cry of,
"Ow"s that-a-tat-tat? ow"s that?"
III
The old man and the boys watched from the cottage. The door was ajar.
They huddled behind it, peering. Beside them lay the table, a musket across it. In the silence they could hear each other"s hearts.
"Say, Maaster Sir!" whispered Blob. "Be you fear"d?"
"Ask no questions, and you"ll be told no lies," replied Kit. "Be you?"
"Oi dun knaw," replied the cautious lad. "Moi insoide seems koind o swimmy loike."
"Then stand by to lend a hand with this table when I give the word,"
was all Kit"s answer.
He was watching with all his eyes.
Parson and Gentleman were about to clash.
Then a little figure rose out of the earth, and sullen thunder smote on the silence.
Piper drew a deep breath.
"I thart so," he said, comfortably.
"Who is it?" asked Kit.
"Jack Knapp, sir," said the old man, picking his teeth. "Sneaked a drum from a travellin showman by the look on it, and tow-rowin like a rigiment. See him thump it. Ho! ho! That"s joy to Jack, I knaw. Now he"s for chargin em, drum and all. Ha! ha!"
Whoever else might escape there was no hope for that wingless old man.
His fate was certain, his end was already come. Within five minutes at most the great doors would have slammed on him for ever. And here he sat chuckling like a boy at a fair.
It is something to be a saint, thought Kit, something to be as sure as that. This old man had built his house upon the Rock indeed.
They watched the stampede, and the Gentleman"s vain attempt to stay it. Their hearts surged to the Parson"s battle-cry, and sank to the Gentleman"s thrust, to surge again as Knapp felled his man.
"Knapp"d him a nice un," chuckled the old man, not above a pun at death"s door. "Reglar revellin in it is Knapp, I knaw."
"Our time"s coming!" panted Kit. "Stand by, Blob!"
The Gentleman was down, the Gang upon the run. "Now, sir!" cried Piper. "Now"s your chance."
IV
"Now, Blob!--nippy with the table there!"
Out they rushed, and dumped the table down on the left of the door.
"That"ll do, sir, thank you," said the old man, trundling out after them. "That"ll cover my flank nicely.... b.u.t.ter-my-wig!" with kindling eyes on the battle, "but Mr. Joy"s busy."
"Come on, Blob!" yelled Kit.
"Come along, boys!" roared the Parson. "Pretty work forrad, and plenty for all!"
The Gentleman rose white-faced from his knees.
"A moil a moil" he shouted, waving.