"Why, Corporal," he said, as the gate swung open, "I have often wondered whether you were dead or alive, but I never expected to see you again.
How have you been all these long years?"
"How have I been?" the corporal answered gruffly. "Why, I have been drunk for the most part. When I draw my money I lay it out in liquor, and as long as that lasts I get some peace in life. When I"m cleaned out I go upon tramp, partly in the hope of picking up the price of a dram, and partly in order to look for you."
"You"ll excuse us talking about these private matters, West," the general said, looking round at me, for I was beginning to move away.
"Don"t leave us. You know something of this matter already, and may find yourself entirely in the swim with us some of these days."
Corporal Rufus Smith looked round at me in blank astonishment.
"In the swim with us?" he said. "However did he get there?"
"Voluntarily, voluntarily," the general explained, hurriedly sinking his voice. "He is a neighbour of mine, and he has volunteered his help in case I should ever need it."
This explanation seemed, if anything, to increase the big stranger"s surprise.
"Well, if that don"t lick c.o.c.k-fighting!" he exclaimed, contemplating me with admiration. "I never heard tell of such a thing."
"And now you have found me, Corporal Smith," said the tenant of Cloomber, "what is it that you want of me?"
"Why, everything. I want a roof to cover me, and clothes to wear, and food to eat, and, above all, brandy to drink."
"Well, I"ll take you in and do what I can for you," said the general slowly. "But look here, Smith, we must have discipline. I"m the general and you are the corporal; I am the master and you are the man. Now, don"t let me have to remind you of that again."
The tramp drew himself up to his full height and raised his right hand with the palm forward in a military salute.
"I can take you on as gardener and get rid of the fellow I have got.
As to brandy, you shall have an allowance and no more. We are not deep drinkers at the Hall."
"Don"t you take opium, or brandy, or nothing yourself, sir?" asked Corporal Rufus Smith.
"Nothing," the general said firmly.
"Well, all I can say is, that you"ve got more nerve and pluck than I shall ever have. I don"t wonder now at your winning that Cross in the Mutiny. If I was to go on listening night after night to them things without ever taking a drop of something to cheer my heart--why, it would drive me silly."
General Heatherstone put his hand up, as though afraid that his companion might say too much.
"I must thank you, Mr. West," he said, "for having shown this man my door. I would not willingly allow an old comrade, however humble, to go to the bad, and if I did not acknowledge his claim more readily it was simply because I had my doubts as to whether he was really what he represented himself to be. Just walk up to the Hall, Corporal, and I shall follow you in a minute."
"Poor fellow!" he continued, as he watched the newcomer hobbling up the avenue in the ungainly manner which I have described. "He got a gun over his foot, and it crushed the bones, but the obstinate fool would not let the doctors take it off. I remember him now as a smart young soldier in Afghanistan. He and I were a.s.sociated in some queer adventures, which I may tell you of some day, and I naturally feel sympathy towards him, and would befriend him. Did he tell you anything about me before I came?"
"Not a word," I replied.
"Oh," said the general carelessly, but with an evident expression of relief, "I thought perhaps he might have said something of old times.
Well, I must go and look after him, or the servants will be frightened, for he isn"t a beauty to look at. Good-bye!"
With a wave of the hand the old man turned away from me and hurried up the drive after this unexpected addition to his household, while I strolled on round the high, black paling, peering through every c.h.i.n.k between the planks, but without seeing a trace either of Mordaunt or of his sister.
I have now brought this statement down to the coming of Corporal Rufus Smith, which will prove to be the beginning of the end.
I have set down soberly and in order the events which brought us to Wigtownshire, the arrival of the Heatherstones at Cloomber, the many strange incidents which excited first our curiosity and finally our intense interest in that family, and I have briefly touched upon the circ.u.mstances which brought my sister and myself into a closer and more personal relationship with them. I think that there cannot be a better moment than this to hand the narrative over to those who had means of knowing something of what was going on inside Cloomber during the months that I was observing it from without.
Israel Stakes, the coachman, proved to be unable to read or write, but Mr. Mathew Clark, the Presbyterian Minister of Stoneykirk, has copied down his deposition, duly attested by the cross set opposite to his name. The good clergyman has, I fancy, put some slight polish upon the narrator"s story, which I rather regret, as it might have been more interesting, if less intelligible, when reported verbatim. It still preserves, however, considerable traces of Israel"s individuality, and may be regarded as an exact record of what he saw and did while in General Heatherstone"s service.
CHAPTER VIII. STATEMENT OF ISRAEL STAKES
(Copied and authenticated by the Reverend Mathew Clark, Presbyterian Minister of Stoneykirk, in Wigtownshire)
Maister Fothergill West and the meenister say that I maun tell all I can aboot General Heatherstone and his hoose, but that I maunna say muckle aboot mysel" because the readers wouldna care to hear aboot me or my affairs. I am na sae sure o" that, for the Stakes is a family weel kenned and respecked on baith sides o" the Border, and there"s mony in Nithsdale and Annandale as would be gey pleased to hear news o" the son o" Archie Stakes, o" Ecclefechan.
I maun e"en do as I"m tauld, however, for Mr. West"s sake, hoping he"ll no forget me when I chance to hae a favour tae ask.(1) I"m no able tae write mysel" because my feyther sent me oot to scare craws instead o"
sendin" me tae school, but on the ither hond he brought me up in the preenciples and practice o" the real kirk o" the Covenant, for which may the Lord be praised!
It way last May twel"month that the factor body, Maister McNeil, cam ower tae me in the street and speered whether I was in want o" a place as a coachman and gairdner. As it fell oot I chanced tae be on the look oot for something o" the sort mysel" at the time, but I wasna ower quick to let him see that I wanted it.
"Ye can tak it or leave it," says he sharp like. "It"s a guid place, and there"s mony would be glad o"t. If ye want it ye can come up tae my office at twa the morn and put your ain questions tae the gentleman."
That was a" I could get frae him, for he"s a close man and a hard one at a bargain--which shall profit him leetle in the next life, though he lay by a store o" siller in this. When the day comes there"ll be a hantle o"
factors on the left hand o" the throne, and I shouldna be surprised if Maister McNeil found himsel" amang them.
Weel, on the morn I gaed up to the office and there I foond the factor and a lang, thin, dour man wi" grey hair and a face as brown and crinkled as a walnut. He looked hard at me wi" a pair o" een that glowed like twa s.p.u.n.ks, and then he says, says he:
"You"ve been born in these pairts, I understan"?"
"Aye," says I, "and never left them neither."
"Never been oot o" Scotland?" he speers.
"Twice to Carlisle fair," says I, for I am a man wha loves the truth; and besides I kenned that the factor would mind my gaeing there, for I bargained fur twa steers and a stirk that he wanted for the stockin" o"
the Drumleugh Fairm.
"I learn frae Maister McNeil," says General Heatherstone--for him it was and nane ither--"that ye canna write."
"Na," says I.
"Nor read?"
"Na," says I.
"It seems tae me," says he, turnin" tae the factor, "that this is the vera man I want. Servants is spoilt noo-a-days," says he, "by ower muckle eddication. I hae nae doobt, Stakes, that ye will suit me well enough. Ye"ll hae three pund a month and a" foond, but I shall resairve the right o" givin" ye twenty-four hoors" notice at any time. How will that suit ye?"
"It"s vera different frae my last place," says I, discontented-like.
And the words were true enough, for auld Fairmer Scott only gave me a pund a month and parritch twice a day.
"Weel, weel," says he, "maybe we"ll gie ye a rise if ye suit. Meanwhile here"s the han"sel shillin" that Maister McNeil tells me it"s the custom tae give, and I shall expec" tae see ye at Cloomber on Monday."