It was a time when men were accustomed to witness the most flagrant breaches of honor and good faith. No station was too high to be above the reach of this reproach, no position too humble not to make its possessor a mark for corruption. It was an epidemic of dishonesty, and people ceased to wonder as they heard of each new victim to the malady.
Bagenal Daly well knew that no man could be more exempt from an imputation of this nature than the Knight of Gwynne: every act of his life, every sentiment he professed, every trait of his character, flatly contradicted the supposition. But he also knew that though Darcy was una.s.sailable by all the temptations of bribery, come in what shape they might, that his frank and generous spirit would expose him to the stratagems and devices of a wily and insidious party, and that if, by any accident, an expression should fall from him in all the freedom of convivial enjoyment that could be tortured into even the resemblance of a pledge, he well knew that his friend would deem any sacrifice of personal feeling light in the balance, rather than not adhere to it.
Resolved not to lose a moment, he despatched Sandy to order horses along the line, and having pa.s.sed the remainder of the day in the preparations for his departure, he left the abbey before midnight. A less determined traveller might have hesitated on setting out on such a night: the long menacing storm had at length burst forth, and the air resounded with a chaos of noise, amid which the roaring breakers and the crash of falling trees were uppermost; with difficulty the horses were enabled to keep their feet, as the sea washed heavily over the wall and deluged the road, while at intervals the fallen timber obstructed the way and delayed his progress. Difficulty was, however, the most enjoyable stimulant to Daly"s nature; he loved an obstacle as other men enjoy a pleasure, and, as he grew older, so far from yielding to the indolence of years, his hardy spirit seemed to revel in the thought that amid dangers and perils his whole life had been pa.s.sed, yet never had he suffered himself to be a beaten enemy.
The whole of that night, and all the following day, the violence of the storm was unabated; uprooted trees and wrecked villages met his eye as he pa.s.sed, while, in the larger towns, the houses were strongly barred and shuttered, and scarcely one living thing to be seen through the streets. Nothing short of the united influence of bribery and intimidation could procure horses in such a season, and had any messenger of less st.u.r.dy pretensions than honest Sandy been despatched to order them, they would have been flatly refused. Bagenal Daly and his man were, however, too well known in that part of Ireland to make such a course advisable, and though postboys and ostlers condoled together, the signal of Daly"s appearance silenced every thought of opposition, and the words, "I "m ready!" were an order to dash forward none dared to disobey.
So had it continued until he reached Moate, where he found a message from Sandy, informing him that no horses could be procured, and that he must bring on those from Athlone the entire way to Kilbeggan.
"You hear me," cried Daly to the astonished postboy, who for the last two miles had spared neither whip nor spur, in the glad antic.i.p.ation of a speedy shelter,--"you hear me. To Kilbeggan."
"Oh, begorra! that"s impossible, yer honor. If it was the month of May, and the road was a bowling-green, the bastes couldn"t do it."
"Go on!" cried Daly, shutting up the gla.s.s, and throwing himself back in the chaise.
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But the postboy only b.u.t.toned up the collar of his coat around his face, thrust his whip into his boot, and, drawing his sleeves over his hands, sat a perfect picture of fatalism.
"I say, go on!" shouted Daly, as he lowered the front window of the chaise.
A low muttering from the driver, still impa.s.sive as before, was all the reply, and at the same instant a sharp report was heard, and a pistol bullet whizzed beside his hat.
"Will you go _now?_" cried Bagenal Daly, as he levelled another weapon on the window; but no second entreaty was necessary, and, with his bead bent down almost to the mane, and with a mingled cry for mercy and imprecation together, he drove the spurs into his jaded beast, and whipped with all his might through the almost deserted town. With the despairing energy of one who felt his life was in peril, the wretched postboy hurried madly forward, urging the tired animals up the hills, and caring neither for rut nor hollow on his onward course, till at length, blown and exhausted, the animals came to a dead stand, and, with heaving flanks and outstretched forelegs, refused to budge a step farther.
"There!" cried the postboy, as, dropping from the saddle, he fell on his knees upon the road, "shoot, and be d------d to you; I can do no more."
The terrified expression of the fellow"s face as the lamp of the chaise threw its light upon him, seemed to change the current of Daly"s thoughts, for he laughed loud and heartily as he looked upon him.
"Come, come," said he, good-humoredly, "is not that Kilbeggan where I see the lights yonder?"
"Sorra bit of it," sighed the other, "it is only Horseleap."
"Well, push on to Horseleap; perhaps they "ve horses there."
"Begorra! you might as well look for black tay in a bog-hole; "t is a poor "shebeen" is the only thing in the village;" and, so saying, he took the bridle on his arm, and walked along before the horses, who, with drooping heads, tottered after at a foot pace.
About half an hour of such travelling brought Daly in front of a miserable cabin, over the door of which a creaking sign proclaimed accommodation for man and beast. To the partial truth of this statement the bright glare of a fire that shone between the c.h.i.n.ks of the shutters bore witness, and, disengaging himself from the chaise, Daly knocked loudly for admission. There are few less conciliating sounds to the ears of a hot-tempered man than those hesitating whispers which, while exposed to a storm himself, he hears deliberating on the question of his admission. Such were the mutterings Daly now listened to, and to which he was about to reply by forcing his entrance, when the door was opened by a man in the dress of a peasant, who somewhat sulkily demanded what he wanted.
"Horses, if you have them, to reach Kilbeggan," said Daly, "and if you have not, a good fire and shelter until they can be procured;" and as he spoke, he pushed past the man, and entered the room from which the blazing light proceeded.
With his back to the fire, and hands thrust carelessly into the pockets of his coat, stood a man of eight-and-thirty or forty years of age; in dress, air, and appearance he might have been taken for a country horse-dealer; and so, indeed, his well-worn top-boots and green coat, cut in jockey fashion, seemed to bespeak him. He was rather under the middle size, but powerfully built, his wide chest, long arms, and bowed legs all indicating the possession of that strength which is never the accompaniment of more perfect symmetry.
Although Daly"s appearance unquestionably proclaimed his cla.s.s in life, the other exhibited no mark of deference or respect to him as he entered, but maintained his position with the same easy indifference as at first.
"You make yourself at home here, good friend, if one might judge from the way you knocked at the door," said he, addressing Daly with a look whose easy familiarity was itself an impertinence.
"I have yet to learn," said Daly, sternly, "that a gentleman must practise any peculiar ceremony when seeking the shelter of a "shebeen,"
not to speak of the right by which such as you address me as your good friend."
An insolent laugh, that Daly fancied was re-echoed by some one without, was the first reply to this speech; when, after a few minutes, the man added, "I see you "re a stranger in these parts."
"If I had not been so, the chance is I should have taught you somewhat better manners before this time. Move aside, sir, and let me see the fire."
But the other never budged in the slightest, standing in the same easy posture as before.
Daly"s dark face grew darker, and his heavy brows met in a deep frown, while, with a spring that showed no touch of time in his strong frame, he bounded forward and seized the man by the collar. Few men were Daly"s equals in point of strength; but although he with whom he now grappled made no resistance whatever, Daly never stirred him from the spot, to which he seemed fast and firmly rooted.
"Well, that"s enough of it!" said the fellow, as with a rough jerk he freed himself from the grasp, and sent Daly several paces back into the room.
"Not so!" cried Daly, whose pa.s.sion now boiled over, and, drawing a pistol from his bosom, he levelled it at him. Quick as the motion was, the other was equally ready, for his hand now presented a similar weapon at Daly"s head.
"Move aside, or--"
A coa.r.s.e, insulting laugh drowned Daly"s words, and he pulled the trigger; but the pistol snapped without exploding.
"There it is, now," cried the fellow, rudely; "luck"s against you, old boy, so you "d better keep yourself cool and easy;" and with these words he unc.o.c.ked the weapon and replaced it in his bosom. Daly watched the moment, and with a bound placed himself beside him, when, bringing his leg in front, he caught the man round the middle, and hurled him headlong on the ground.
He fell as if he had been shot; but, rolling over, he leaned upon his elbow and looked up, without the slightest sign of pa.s.sion or even excitement on his features.
"I "d know that trip in a thousand; begad, you "re Bagenal Daly, and n.o.body else!"
Although not a little surprised at the recognition, Daly suffered no sign of astonishment to escape him, but drew his chair to the fire, and stretched out his legs before the blaze. Meanwhile, the other, having arisen, leaned over the back of a chair, and stared at him steadfastly.
"I am as glad as a hundred-pound note, now, you did n"t provoke me to lay a hand on you, Mr. Daly," said he, slowly, and in a voice not devoid of a touch of feeling; ""t is n"t often I bear malice, but I "d never forgive myself the longest day I "d live."
Daly turned his eyes towards him, and, for some minutes, they continued to look at each other without speaking.
"I see you don"t remember me, sir," said the stranger, at length; "but I "ve a better memory, and a better reason to have it besides: you saved my life once."
"Saved your life!" repeated Daly, thoughtfully; "I "ve not the slightest recollection of ever having seen you before."
"It"s all true I "m telling, for all that," replied the other; "and although it happened above five-and-twenty years since, I"m not much changed, they tell me, in look or appearance." He paused at these words, as if to give Daly time to recognize him; but the effort seemed in vain, as, after along and patient scrutiny, Daly said, "No, I cannot remember you."
"Let me see, then," said the man, "if I can"t refresh your memory. Were you in Dublin in the winter of "75?"
"Yes; I had a house in Stephen"s Green--"
"And used to drive four black thoroughbreds without winkers?"
"It"s clear that _you_ know me, at least," said Daly; "go on."
"Well, sir, do you remember, it was about a week before Christmas, that Captain Burke Fitzsimon was robbed of a pair of pistols in the guard-room of the Upper Castle Yard, in noonday, ay, and tied with his own sash to the guard-bed?"
"By Jove! I do. He was regularly laughed out of the regiment."
"Faix, and many that laughed at him mightn"t have behaved a deal better than he did," replied the other, with a dogged sternness in his manner. He became silent after these words, and appeared deeply sunk in meditation, when suddenly he drew two splendidly chased pistols from his bosom, and held them out to Daly as he said, "There they are, and as good as they are handsome, true at thirty paces, and never fail."
Daly gazed alternately from the pistols to their owner, but never uttered a word.