"Ay, it was shabby enough of him," replied the man; "but I don"t fear anything; not I."
"I"m afraid, my good fellows, it is too late," replied Wilton. "All the gang have got off near an hour ago. If that stupid Messenger had known what he was about, this affair would have had a different result; but he ran away at the first shot that was fired--Have you sent for him?" he continued, after a moment"s pause.
"Oh yes, sir, we"ve sent for him," said the man, "though it"s not much use, if they are all gone, sir."
"Oh yes," replied Wilton, "you may as well make a good search amongst the grounds and in the hedges. It will say something for your activity, at all events. I shall go on to Halstow, but I wish one or two of you would just show us the way, and when Arden comes up, tell him to come after me immediately. I have a great mind to put him under arrest, and send him up to the Earl, for his bad conduct."
The tone in which Wilton spoke, and the very idea of his arresting the arrestor of all men, and sending up the Messenger of State as a common prisoner to London, proved so impressive with the personages he addressed, that they made not the slightest opposition to his purpose of proceeding, but sent one of their number to show him the way.
Accompanied, therefore, by Lady Laura, the Duke of Berwick, and Captain Byerly, Wilton proceeded as fast as possible up the lane.
When they had gone about a hundred yards, however, he said, "Captain Churchill, will you have the kindness to give the lady your arm? I will follow you somewhat more slowly, for I want to speak a few words to this fellow Arden.--He must not see you, if it can be avoided,"
he added, in a low tone; "and I think I hear him coming."
It was indeed as Wilton imagined. Arden had come round with all speed, and joined the head constable of High Halstow, demanding eagerly, "Where is Mr. Brown?"
"He is gone on," replied the constable, "with the other gentlemen; and a mighty pa.s.sion he is in, too, at you, Mr. Arden. He vows that you left him to be murdered, and that he would have been murdered too, if it had not been for that Captain Churchill that is with him."
"Captain Churchill!" cried the Messenger--"Captain Churchill! Why, Captain Churchill was sick in bed yesterday morning, to my certain knowledge!"
After a moment"s thought, however, he concluded that the person who chose to a.s.sume that name might be Lord Sherbrooke, and he asked, "What sort of a man was he? Was he a slight young gentleman, about my height?"
"Oh bless you, no," replied the constable. "There wasn"t one of them that was not three or four inches taller than you."
"Captain Churchill!" said the Messenger--"Captain Churchill!" and he added, in a lower voice, "I"ll bet my life this is some d---d Jacobite, who has imposed himself upon this foolish boy for Captain Churchill. I"ll be after them, and see."
Thus saying, he set off at full speed after Wilton and his party, and reached them within a minute after that gentleman had dropped behind.
"Is that you, Mr. Arden?" demanded Wilton, as he came up. "Stop a moment, I wish to speak to you."
"And I wish to go on, and see who you"ve got there, sir," said Arden, in a somewhat saucy tone, at the same time endeavouring to pa.s.s Wilton.
"Stop, sir!" cried the young gentleman, catching him by the collar.
"Do you mean to say, that you will now disobey my orders, after having left me to provide for my own security, with the dastardly cowardice that you have displayed? Did not the Earl direct you to obey me in everything?"
"I will answer it all to the Earl," replied the man, in an insolent tone. "If he chooses to put me under a boy, I do not choose to be collared by one. Let me go, Mr. Brown, I say."
"I order you, sir," said Brown, without loosing his hold, "to go instantly back, and aid the people in searching the grounds of that house!--now, let me see if you will disobey!"
"I will search here first, though," said the man. "By, I believe that"s Sir George Barkley, on before there. He"s known to be in England. Let me go, Mr. Brown, I say, or worse will come of it!" and he put his hand to his belt, as if seeking for a pistol.
Without another word, Wilton instantly knocked him down with one blow of his clenched fist, and at the same moment he called out aloud, "Captain Byerly! and you constable, who are showing the way--come back here, and take this man into custody, and bear witness that he refuses to search for the Jacobites in the way I order him.
Constable, I shall want you to take him to town in custody this night. I will show you my warrant for what I do when we get to the inn."
The two persons whom he addressed came back instantly at his call; and when the Messenger rose--considerably crest-fallen from Wilton"s sudden application to measures which he had not expected--he found himself collared by two strong men, and led along unwillingly upon the road he had before been treading.
"Do not let him chatter, Captain," Wilton whispered to Captain Byerly, as he pa.s.sed on; and then immediately walking forward, he joined the Duke and the Lady Laura. Byerly, who understood what he was about, kept the Messenger at some distance behind; but, nevertheless, some sharp words pa.s.sing between them reached Wilton"s ear during the first quarter of an hour of their journey; then came a dogged silence; but at length the voice of Byerly was again heard, exclaiming, "Mr. Brown, Mr. Arden says, that, if you will overlook what has pa.s.sed, he will go back, and do as you order."
"I shall certainly not look over the business," replied Brown, aloud, "unless he promises not only to obey my orders at present, but also to make a full apology to me to-morrow."
"He says he will do what you please, sir," replied Byerly; and Wilton turning back, heard the sullen apologies of the Messenger.
"Mr. Arden," he said, "you have behaved extremely ill, well knowing, as you do know, that you were placed entirely under my orders.
However, I shall pardon your conduct both upon the first occasion, and in regard to the present business, if you now do exactly as you are told. By your running away at the time you ought to have come forward to a.s.sist me, you have lost an opportunity of serving the state, in a manner which does not occur every day. In regard to the gentleman who has gone on, and whom you were foolish enough to think Sir George Barkley, I pledge you my honour that such is not the case.
Sir George Barkley cannot be less than twenty years older than he is, and may be thirty."
"He"s not Captain Churchill, though," replied the man, doggedly.
"Do not begin to speak impertinently again, sir!" said Wilton, in a sharp tone. "But go back, as I before ordered, with the constable: you know nothing of who that gentleman is, and my word ought to be sufficient for you, when I tell you that he has this very night not only aided me in setting free the Lady Laura, but absolutely saved my life at the risk of his own from the very gang of Jacobites in whose hands you most negligently left me. To drop this subject, however, I have one more caution to give you," he added, in a lower voice. "It is Lord Sherbrooke"s wish that you should say not one syllable in regard to his share in the events of this night."
"Ay, sir, but I ought to ascertain whether he be safe or not. I know he has his wild pranks as well as most young men; but still one ought to know that he"s safe."
"If my word for you is not sufficient on that score," replied Wilton, "you will find him at the house to which I directed you to go. It is now clear of all its obnoxious tenants, and I doubt not, Lord Sherbrooke will speak to you for a moment, if you wish it."
Thus saying, Wilton turned upon his heel, and walking quickly onward, soon overtook the Duke of Berwick and Lady Laura. They were now not far from High Halstow, and the rest of the way was soon accomplished.
But as they pa.s.sed into the door of the public-house, Captain Byerly, who came last, touched Wilton on the arm, and whispered, "Do you know that fellow is following you?"
"No, indeed," answered Wilton: "what can be done?"
"Go and speak to the master of the house," said Byerly, quickly. "I will wait here in the door, and take care he does not come in. The landlord will find means to get the Duke away by the back."
"I dare not trust him," replied Wilton, in the same low tone. "I feel sure he has betrayed me once to-night already."
"If he did," answered Byerly, hastily, "it was because he thought you on the wrong side of the question. He"s a well-known man hereabouts, and you may trust him with any secrets on that side."
Wilton followed the Duke of Berwick and Laura as fast as possible, and found the landlord showing them into a small sanded parlour on the left hand, after pa.s.sing a door which swung to and fro with a pulley.
"Come in here, landlord," he said, as he pa.s.sed; "come in, and shut the door. Have you a horse saddled?" he continued.
"I have one that can be saddled in a minute," said the landlord, looking first at Berwick and then at Wilton.
"Have you any back way," continued Wilton, "by which this gentleman can get out of the town without going through the street?"
"Ay have I," answered the man; "through our stable, through the garden, lead the horse down the steps, and then away to Stroud.
There"s no missing the way."
"Well then, sir," said Wilton, grasping the Duke"s hand, "this is your only chance for safety. That rascally Messenger has followed us to the door, and doubtless if there be any magistrates in the neighbourhood, or constables left in the place, we shall have them down upon us in ten minutes."
"Come with me, my lord, come with me!" cried the landlord, bursting into energy in a moment. "I know who you are well enough. But they shan"t catch you here, I warrant you. Come into the stable: there"s not a minute to be lost; for there"s old Sir John Bulrush, and Parson Jeffreys, who"s a magistrate too, drinking away up at the rectory till the people come back from Plessis"s house." Berwick lingered not; but taking a quick leave of Lady Laura, and shaking Wilton"s hand, he followed the landlord from the room. Laura and Wilton stood silent for a minute or two, listening to every sound, and calculating how long it might be before the horse was saddled and the Duke upon his way. Before they imagined it possible, however, the landlord returned, saying, in a low voice, but with an air of joyful triumph, "He is gone; and if they were after him this minute, the way through my garden gives him the start by half a mile."
"And now, landlord," said Wilton, "send off some one on horseback to get us a conveyance from Stroud to carry this young lady on the way to London. I suppose such a thing is not to be procured here."
"That there is not," replied the landlord; "and unless I send your horse, sir, or the Messenger"s, or the Captain"s, I have none to go."
"Send mine, then, send mine!" replied Wilton. "But here comes Captain Byerly himself, bringing us news, doubtless."
"No news," answered Byerly, "except that the rascal went up the street, and I followed him to the door of the parsonage. Your parson"s a magistrate--isn"t he, Wicks?"
The landlord gave a nod; and Byerly continued, "By Jove, I"ll be off then, for I"m not fond of magistrates, and he"ll be down here soon."