Ferdy raised himself a little on his couch. There must be something very much the matter for Jesse, merry, light-hearted Jesse, to be in a "state" at all.
"Let him come up at once, Thomas, I"ll put it all right with mamma," he began, but before Thomas had time for any more hesitation the matter was taken out of his hands by Jesse"s short-cropped, dark head appearing in the doorway.
"Oh, Master Ferdy!" he exclaimed, in a choking voice, "mayn"t I come in?"
"Of course," said Ferdy quickly. "It"s all right, Thomas," with a touch of impatience, "I"ll call you if I want you," and Thomas discreetly withdrew, closing the door behind him.
"They"re after me, Master Ferdy," were Jesse"s first words, "at least I"m afraid they are, though I tried my best to dodge them."
"Who?" exclaimed Ferdy.
"The p"lice and Bill Turner"s father, and a lot of them, and oh, Master Ferdy, some one called out he was killed!"
"Who?" said Ferdy again, though his own cheeks grew white at Jesse"s words. "And what is it that"s happened, and what do you want me to do.
You must tell me properly, Jesse."
It said a good deal for Ferdy"s self-control that he was able to speak so quietly and sensibly, for he was feeling terribly startled. Jesse choked down his gasping breath, which was very nearly turning into sobs.
"I didn"t want to frighten you, Master Ferdy. I didn"t ought to, I know, but I couldn"t think what else to do. It"s that Bill Turner, Master Ferdy," and at the name he gave a little shudder. "He was in the cla.s.s once, but it was only out of mischief. He did no good and tried to upset the others. So Barney and I wouldn"t keep him at no price, and he"s gone on getting nastier and nastier, and the other day he "called" me--he did--so that I couldn"t stand it, and I went for him. It didn"t hurt him, but it made him madder than ever, and he said he"d pay me out. And this afternoon when Barney and me were sorting the carvings at the shed--we"ve a box we keep them all in, there--Bill comes down upon us, him and some others. They got hold of "em all and smashed "em up and kicked them to pieces--all to pieces, Master Ferdy"--with a sort of wail, almost of despair, in his voice. "All the things we"ve been at for so long! We were going to make a show of them at Christmas; and I couldn"t stand it, I went at him like a wild beast--it was for the other lads I minded so--though he"s much bigger nor me, and I got him down, and he lay there without moving, and some one called out he was dead, and then the p"lice came, and one of "em caught hold of me, but I got loose and I started running--I scarce knew what I was doing. I just thought I"d get here, and you"d tell me what to do. He can"t be dead, Master Ferdy," he went on, dropping his voice--"you don"t think he can be? I didn"t seem to know what it meant till I got here and began to think."
"I don"t know," said Ferdy, again growing very pale, while poor Jesse"s face was all blotched in great patches of red and white, and smeared with the tears he had tried to rub off. "Oh, I do wish papa and mamma would come in! I don"t know what to do. Do you think they saw you running this way, Jesse?"
"I--I don"t know, Master Ferdy. I hope not, but there was a lot of the boys about--Draymoor boys, I mean--Bill"s lot, and they may have tracked me. Of course none of _my_ boys," he added, lifting his head proudly, "would peach on me, whatever the p"lice did."
But even as he spoke, there came, faintly and confusedly, the sound of approaching steps along the road just beyond the hedge, and a murmur of several voices all talking together. It might not have caught Ferdy"s attention at any other time, but just now both his ears and Jesse"s were sharpened by anxiety.
"They"re a coming, Master Ferdy," exclaimed the poor boy, growing still whiter.
"Never mind," said Ferdy, trying hard to be brave, "Thomas is all right, he won"t let them come up here."
"Oh, but maybe he can"t stop them," said Jesse. "The p"lice can force their way anywheres. I wouldn"t mind so much if it _had_ to be--like if your papa was here and said I must go to prison. But if they take me off now with no one to speak up for me, seems to me as if I"d never get out again."
Poor Ferdy was even more ignorant than Jesse of everything to do with law and prisons and the like; he looked about him almost wildly.
"Jesse," he said in a whisper. "I know what to do. Creep under my couch and lie there quite still. Thomas is all right, and n.o.body else saw you come up, did they?"
"No one else saw me at all," Jesse replied, dropping his voice, and going down on his hands and knees, "better luck. I"ll keep still, no fear, Master Ferdy," his boyish spirits already rising again at the idea of "doing the p"lice," "and they"d never dare look under your sofa."
He scrambled in, but put his head out again for a moment to whisper in an awestruck tone, "But oh, Master Ferdy, if they do come up here, please try to find out if Bill Turner"s so badly hurt as they said. I know it _can"t_ be true that I did as bad as _that_."
All the same he was terribly frightened and remorseful. Ferdy scarcely dared to reply, for by this time a group of men and boys was coming up the drive, and a constable in front marched along as if he meant business, for as Ferdy watched them, he turned round and waved back the eight or ten stragglers who were following him, though he still held by the arm a thin, pale-faced little fellow whom he had brought with him all the way. This was Barney, poor Jesse"s first lieutenant.
Another minute or two pa.s.sed. Then hurrying steps on the stairs again, and Thomas reappeared, looking very excited.
"Master Ferdy," he exclaimed, but stopped short on seeing that his little master was alone. "Bless me!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed under his breath, "he"s gone! and I never saw him leave the house."
"What is it, Thomas?" said Ferdy, trying to speak and look as usual. "I saw the constable come in--you must tell him papa"s out."
"I have told him so, sir, and I"m very sorry, but he will have it he must see you. Some one"s been and told that Jesse ran this way."
"Let him come up then," said Ferdy, with dignity, "though I"m sure papa will be very angry, and I don"t believe he"s any right to force his way in! But I"m not afraid of him!" proudly.
"Master _will_ be angry for certain," said Thomas, "very angry, and I"ve told the constable so. But he"s in a temper, and a very nasty one, and won"t listen to reason. He says them Draymoor boys are getting past bearing. I only hope," he went on, speaking more to himself, as he turned to leave the room again, "I only hope he won"t get me into a sc.r.a.pe too for letting him up to frighten Master Ferdy--not that he _is_ frightened all the same!"
CHAPTER XI
UNDER THE SOFA
Two minutes later the burly form of Constable Brownrigg appeared at the door. He was already, to tell the truth, cooling down a little and beginning to feel rather ashamed of himself; and when his eyes lighted on the tiny figure in the window--looking even smaller and more fragile than Ferdy really was--the clumsy but far from bad-hearted man could at first find nothing to say for himself. Then--
"I beg pardon, sir, I hope I haven"t upset you, but dooty"s dooty!"
Ferdy raised his head a little, and looked the constable straight in the face, without condescending to notice the half apology.
"What is it you want of me?" he said coldly.
"It"s all along of that there Jesse Piggot," replied Brownrigg, "as bad a lot as ever were!"
"What"s he been doing?" said Ferdy again in the same tone, rather turning the tables upon the constable, as if he--Brownrigg--and not Ferdy himself, was the one to be cross-questioned.
The man glanced round him half suspiciously.
"He was seen coming here, sir."
"Well, suppose he _had_ come here, you can"t take him up for that?" said the boy. "I"m asking you what harm he"d done."
"He got up a row at Bollins this afternoon, and half killed a poor lad--Bill Turner by name--threw him down and half stunned him."
"Half stunned him," repeated Ferdy, "that"s not quite the same as half killing him. Have you sent him to the hospital?"
"Well no, sir," said the constable, "he come to again--them boys has nine lives more than cats. I don"t suppose he"s really much the worse.
But these Draymoor fights must be put a stop to, they"re getting worse and worse; I"ve had orders to that effect," drawing himself up.
"And has Jesse Piggot been mixed up with them lately?" said Ferdy severely.
Again the constable looked rather small.
"Well no, sir," he repeated, "but what does that matter, if he"s been the offender to-day."
This was true enough.
"But what do you want _me_ to do?" asked Ferdy.
"To detain the lad if he comes here and give him up to the lawful authorities," said Brownrigg more fluently. "Everybody knows you"ve been very kind to him, but it"s no true kindness to screen him from the punishment he deserves."