CHAPTER XI
A dark figure sprang down from the wall of the smithy, leapt along the heather, and plunged into the bushes along the brook. A cry in another key was heard.
David emerged, dragging something behind him.
"Yo limb, yo! How dare yo, yo little beast? Yo impident little toad!" And in a perfect frenzy of rage he shook what she held. But Louie--for naturally it was Louie--wrenched herself away, and stood confronting him, panting, but exultant.
"I freetened "em! just didn"t I? Cantin humbugs! "_Jenny Crum!
Jenny Crum!_"" And, mimicking the voice of the leader, she broke again into an hysterical shout of laughter.
David, beside himself, hit out and struck her. It was a heavy blow which knocked her down, and for a moment seemed to stun her. Then she recovered her senses, and flew at him in a mad pa.s.sion, weeping wildly with the smart and excitement.
He held her off, ashamed of himself, till she flung away, shrieking out--
"Go and say its prayers, do--good little boy--poor little babby.
Ugh, yo coward! hittin gells, that"s all yo"re good for."
And she ran off so fast that all sight of her was lost in a few seconds. Only two or three loud sobs seemed to come back from the dark hollow below. As for the boy, he stopped a second to disentangle his feet from the mop and the tattered sheet wherewith Louie had worked her transformation scene. Then he dashed up the hill again, past the smithy, and into a track leading out on to the high road between Castleton and Clough End. He did not care where he went. Five minutes ago he had been almost in heaven; now he was in h.e.l.l. He hated Louie, he hated the boys who had cut and run, he loathed himself. No!--religion was not for such as he. No more canting--no more praying--away with it! He seemed to shake all the emotion of the last few weeks from him with scorn and haste, as he ran on, his strong young limbs battling with the wind.
Presently he emerged on the high road. To the left, a hundred yards away, were the lights of a wayside inn; a farm waggon and a pair of horses standing with drooped and patient heads were drawn up on the cobbles in front of it. David felt in his pockets. There was eighteenpence in them, the remains of half-a-crown a strange gentleman had given him in Clough End the week before for stopping a runaway horse. In he stalked.
"Two penn"orth of gin--hot!" he commanded.
The girl serving the bar brought it and stared at him curiously.
The glaring paraffin lamp above his head threw the frowning brows and wild eyes, the crimson cheeks, heaving chest, and tumbled hair, into strong light and shade. "That"s a quare un!" she thought, but she found him handsome all the same, and, retreating behind the beer-taps, she eyed him surrept.i.tiously. She was a raw country la.s.s, not yet stript of all her natural shyness, or she would have begun to "chaff" him.
"Another!" said David, pushing forward his gla.s.s. This time he looked at her. His reckless gaze travelled over her coa.r.s.e and comely face, her full figure, her bare arms. He drank the gla.s.s she gave him, and yet another. She began to feel half afraid of him, and moved away. The hot stimulant ran through his veins. Suddenly he felt his head whirling from the effects of it, but that horrible clutch of despair was no longer on him. He raised himself defiantly and turned to go, staggering along the floor. He was near the entrance when an inner door opened, and the carter, who had been gossiping in a room behind with the landlord, emerged. He started with astonishment when he saw David.
"Hullo, Davy, what are yo after?"
David turned, nearly losing his balance as he did so, and clutching at the bar for support. He found himself confronted with Jim Wigson--his old enemy--who had been to Castleton with a load of hay and some calves, and was on his way back to Kinder again. When he saw who it was clinging to the bar counter, Jim first stared and then burst into a hoa.r.s.e roar of laughter.
"Coom here! coom here!" he shouted to the party in the back parlour.
"Here"s a rum start! I do declare this beats c.o.c.k-fighting!--this do.
d.a.m.n my eyes iv it doosn"t! Look at that yoong limb. Why they towd me down at Clough End this mornin he"d been took "serious" --took wi a prayin turn--they did. Look at un! It ull tak "im till to-morrow mornin to know his yed from his heels. He! he! he! Yo"re a deep un, Davy--yo are. But yo"ll get a bastin when Hannah sees yo--prayin or no prayin."
And Jim went off into another guffaw, pointing his whip the while at Davy. Some persons from the parlour crowded in, enjoying the fun. David did not see them. He reached out his hand for the gla.s.s he had just emptied, and steadying himself by a mighty effort, flung it swift and straight in Jim Wigson"s face. There was a crash of fragments, a line of blood appeared on the young carter"s chin, and a chorus of wrath and alarm rose from the group behind him.
With a furious oath Jim placed a hand on the bar, vaulted it, and fell upon the lad. David defended himself blindly, but he was dazed with drink, and his blows and kicks rained aimlessly on Wigson"s iron frame. In a second or two Jim had tripped him up, and stood over him, his face ablaze with vengeance and conquest.
"Yo yoong varmint--yo cantin yoong hypocrite! I"ll teach yo to show imperence to your betters. Yo bin allus badly i" want o" s...o...b..dy to tak yo down a peg or two. Now I"ll show yo. I"ll not fight yo, but I"ll flog yo--_flog yo_--d" yo hear?"
And raising his carter"s whip he brought it down on the boy"s back and legs. David tried desperately to rise--in vain--Jim had him by the collar; and four or five times more the heavy whip came down, avenging with each lash many a slumbering grudge in the victor"s soul.
Then Jim felt his arm firmly caught. "Now, Mister Wigson," cried the landlord--a little man, but a wiry--"yo"ll not get me into trooble.
Let th" yoong ripst.i.tch go. Yo"ve gien him a taste he"ll not forget in a week o" Sundays. Let him go."
Jim, with more oaths, struggled to get free, but the landlord had quelled many rows in his time, and his wrists were worthy of his calling. Meanwhile his wife helped up the boy. David was no sooner on his feet than he made another mad rush for Wigson, and it needed the combined efforts of landlord, landlady, and servant-girl to part the two again. Then the landlord, seizing David from behind by "the scuft of the neck," ran him out to the door in a twinkling.
"Go "long wi yo! An if yo coom raisin th" divil here again, see iv I don"t gie yo a souse on th" yed mysel." And he shoved his charge out adroitly and locked the door.
David staggered across the road as though still under the impetus given by the landlord"s shove.
The servant-girl took advantage of the loud cross-fire of talk which immediately rose at the bar round Jim Wigson to run to a corner window and lift the blind. The boy was sitting on a heap of stones for mending the road, looking at the inn. Other pa.s.sers-by had come in, attracted by the row, and the girl slipped out unperceived, opened the side door, and ran across the road. It had begun to rain, and the drops splashed in her face.
David was sitting leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the lighted windows of the house opposite. The rays which came from them showed her that his nose and forehead were bleeding, and that the blood was dripping unheeded on the boy"s clothes. He was utterly powerless, and trembling all over, but his look "gave her a turn."
"Now, luke here," she said, bending down to him. "Yo jes go whoam.
Wigson, he"ll be out direckly, an he"ll do yo a hurt iv he finds yo. Coom, I"ll put yo i" the way for Kinder."
And before he could gather his will to resist, she had dragged him up with her strong countrywoman"s arms and was leading him along the road to the entrance of the lane he had come by.
"Lor, yo _are_ bleedin," she said compa.s.sionately; "he shud ha thowt as how yo wor n.o.bbut a lad--an it wor he begun aggin fust.
He"s a big bully is Wigson." And impulsively raising her ap.r.o.n she applied it to the blood, David quite pa.s.sive all the while. The great clumsy la.s.s nearly kissed him for pity.
"Now then," she said at last, turning him into the lane, "yo know your way, an I mun goo, or they"ll be raisin the parish arter me.
Gude neet to yo, an keep out o" Wigson"s seet. Rest yursel a bit theer--agen th" wall."
And leaving him leaning against the wall, she reluctantly departed, stopping to look back at him two or three times in spite of the rain, till the angle of the wall hid him from view.
The rain poured down and the wind whistled through the rough lane.
David presently slipped down upon a rock jutting from the wall, and a fevered, intermittent sleep seized him--the result of the spirits he had been drinking. His will could oppose no resistance; he slept on hour after hour, sheltered a little by an angle of the wall, but still soaked by rain and buffeted by the wind.
When he awoke he staggered suddenly to his feet. The smart of his back and legs recalled him, after a few moments of bewilderment, to a mental torture he had scarcely yet had time to feel. He--David Grieve--had been beaten--thrashed like a dog--by Jim Wigson! The remembered fact brought with it a degradation of mind and body--a complete unstringing of the moral fibres, which made even revenge seem an impossible output of energy. A nature of this sort, with such capacities and ambitions, carries about with it a sense of supremacy, a natural, indispensable self-conceit which acts as the sheath to the bud, and is the condition of healthy development.
Break it down and you bruise and jeopardise the flower of life.
Jim Wigson!--the coa.r.s.e, ignorant lout with whom he had been, more or less, at feud since his first day in Kinder, whom he had despised with all the strength of his young vanity. By to-morrow all Kinder would know, and all Kinder would laugh. "What! yo whopped Reuben Grieve"s nevvy, Jim? Wal, an a good thing, too!
A lick now an again ud do _him_ noa harm--a cantankerous yoong rascot--pert an proud, like t" pa.s.son"s pig, I say." David could hear the talk to be as though it were actually beside him. It burnt into his ear.
He groped his way through the lane and on to the moor--trembling with physical exhaustion, the morbid frenzy within him choking his breath, the storm beating in his face. What was that black ma.s.s to his right?--the smithy? A hard sob rose in his throat. Oh, he had been so near to an ideal world of sweetness, purity, holiness! Was it a year ago?
With great difficulty he found the crossing-place in the brook, and then the gap in the wall which led him into the farm fields. When he was still a couple of fields off the house he heard the dogs beginning. But he heard them as though in a dream.
At last he stood at the door and fumbled for the handle. Locked!
Why, what time could it be? He tried to remember what time he had left home, but failed. At last he knocked, and just as he did so he perceived through a c.h.i.n.k of the kitchen shutter a light on the scrubbed deal table inside, and Hannah"s figure beside it. At the sound of the knocker Hannah rose, put away her work with deliberation, snuffed the candle, and then moved with it to the door of the kitchen. The boy watched her with a quickly beating heart and whirling brain. She opened the door.
"Whar yo bin?" she demanded sternly. "I"d like to know what business yo have to coom in this time o" neet, an your uncle fro whoam.
Yo"ve bin in mischief, I"ll be bound. Theer"s Louie coom back wi a black eye, an jes because she woan"t say nowt about it, I know as it"s yo are at t" bottom o" "t. I"m reg"lar sick o" sich doins in a decent house. Whar yo bin, I say?"
And this time she held the candle up so as to see him. She had been sitting fuming by herself, and was in one of her blackest tempers.
David"s misdemeanour was like food to a hungry instinct.
"I went to prayer-meetin," the lad said thickly. It seemed to him as though the words came all in the wrong order.
Hannah bent forward and gave a sudden cry.