This time the fellow winked.
"Not until you"ve paid toll, dear," he said, with nauseous significance.
It was well for him that Yvonne"s hands held nothing more formidable than a couple of bunches of honeysuckle. Had they held a whip or a switch it is possible that the pasty face of this cowardly cur might have been wealed in such wise as to last him for quite an indefinite time.
"Will you stand away from that gate, please? I repeat that I want to pa.s.s," she said in even more staccato tone than before. Her blue eyes had grown steely, and there was a red flush in the centre of each cheek.
She glanced furtively on the ground; if even she could find a stone for a weapon of defence; but the lane was soft and gra.s.sy, and stones there were none. But all the fellow did was to drop his elbows farther down over the top bar, so as to hold the gate more effectually.
"Not until you"ve paid toll, dear," he repeated. "Come, now, don"t be disagreeable. It"s the rule of the road to take toll of a pretty girl when you let her through a gate. You"re only a kid, too, and I won"t give it away. Ooh--hah--hah!"
It would be impossible to convey an idea of the combined terror and anguish conveyed in the above shout. Equally impossible would it be, we fear, to convey the att.i.tude struck, in sudden and swift transition, by him who uttered it. He bounded back from the gate like an india-rubber ball thrown against it, and with like velocity, for a tough and supple ground-ash stick had descended upon that part of his person which his forward lounge over the gate had left peculiarly suggestive of the purpose; and with lightning-like swiftness again the stick came down, conveying to the recipient some such sensation as that of being cut in half by a red-hot bar. One appalled glimpse of Wagram"s face, blazing with white wrath above him, and the terrified bounder, ducking just in time to avoid being seized by the collar, turned and fled down the road, quite regardless, in his blind panic, of abandoning his bicycle, which leaned against the hedge a few yards from the gate.
But for himself no more disastrous plan could he have conceived. Wagram had no intention of letting him down so easily, and sprang in pursuit, with the result that in about a moment he was flogging his victim along the road at the best pace that either could by any possibility put forward. At last the fellow lay down, and howled for mercy.
Giving him one final, pitiless, cutting "swish" as he rolled over, Wagram ceased.
"You crawling cur," he said, still white with anger, and rather breathless with his exertion, "I won"t even give you the privilege of apologising. That is one reserved for some slight semblance of a man; but for a thing like you--Faugh!"
The thought seemed to sting him to such a degree of renewed ferocity that his face changed again. Fearing a renewal of the chastis.e.m.e.nt the cringing one fairly whimpered.
"You"ve nearly killed me," he groaned. "I didn"t mean any harm, sir; it was only a bit of fun."
"Fun!" Wagram turned away. He could not trust himself until he had put a dozen yards between them. Then he turned again.
"Get your bicycle, and take yourself off," he said--"if you _can_ still sit on it, that is." Then he returned to Yvonne.
"I am not pleased with you," he said. "You should not have gone wandering off on your own account like that. And I"m responsible for you to your father. What"ll he say? The only bright side to it is that I was in time to thrash that unutterable young brute within an inch of his life. No, though; I didn"t give him half enough," with a vicious swish of the ground-ash through the air.
"Don"t be angry with me, Mr Wagram," she answered, and the sweet, fearless blue eyes were wet as she slipped her hand pleadingly through his arm; "I"m so sorry."
There was no resisting this, and he thawed at once.
"Well, we"ll think no more about it, dear. There, now, don"t cry."
"No, I won"t." She dashed away her tears with a smile. She thought so much of Wagram that a displeased word from him was more to this happy, sunny-hearted, spirited child than the occasion seemed to warrant. Then a shout behind caused them both to turn.
They had strolled about a hundred yards from the gate, and now they saw that the fellow had regained his bicycle. He was standing in the middle of the road ready to mount, but at a safe distance.
"I"ll have the law of you for this," he shouted, "you great, bullying coward. I"d like to see you hit a man your own size. I"ll have a thousand pounds out of you for this job. You"ve committed a savage a.s.sault on me, and you shall pay for it, by G.o.d! I know who you are, my fine fellow, and you"ll hear more about this; no blooming fear!"
"Oh, you haven"t had enough?" called out Wagram. "All right. My bike"s just close by; I"ll get it and come after you, then you shall have some more," holding up the ground-ash. "Go on; I"ll soon catch you up."
This was a new aspect of the affair. The fellow seemed cowed, for he forthwith mounted his machine with some alacrity, and made off at a pace which must have caused him agonies in the light of the raw state to which his seating properties had just been reduced.
This is how the situation had come about. When Wagram returned to the house with the farmer he found that Yvonne, tired of waiting, had strolled off down the road, intending to pick wild flowers, or otherwise amuse herself. Without a thought of anything untoward he had followed her. The gate at which the affair began stood back from the road, and was concealed by the jutting of the hedge from anyone approaching. But the girl"s indignant voice, clear as a bell, fell upon his ear, and simultaneously he had caught sight of the objectionable cad"s nether extremities, as their owner, leaned over the gate. The idea suggested, to open his knife, and in a couple of quick, noiseless slashes to cut one of the fine, serviceable ground-ash plants growing on the bank, was the work of a moment. It was the work of another moment to step noiselessly behind the fellow just as he was delivering himself of his second insult. The rest we know.
"Well, child, we shall have a lovely ride back," he said. "I believe Mrs Pritchett has got some rather good strawberries and cream for you before we start, to say nothing of some very inviting-looking home-made bread and b.u.t.ter. She has come in, you know."
They had reached the farmhouse by now, and the farmer and his wife were waiting for them in the porch.
"Come in miss, do," said the latter. "I know you"ll like this." And she beamed proudly, with a look at the spotless white tablecloth, and the set-out of blushing strawberries and snowy cream, and the thin, tempting slices of brown bread and b.u.t.ter. "I"ve made you a nice cup of tea, too, Mr Wagram, sir. I don"t know that you"ll take a fancy to such things," added the good dame ruefully.
"I"ll take an immense fancy to a gla.s.s or two of your husband"s excellent home-brewed, Mrs Pritchett. Why, you"re forgetting how I"ve enjoyed it before to-day."
"Why, of course I am, sir," was the reply, immensely pleased; and in a trice the farmer returned with a foam-capped jug and a gla.s.s.
"What"s this?" said Wagram, with reference to the latter. "Why, certainly you"re going to keep me company, Pritchett."
"Well, sir, I shall be proud," was the answer, and the omission was promptly rectified.
"Here are your healths," said Wagram, raising his gla.s.s. "I didn"t see you yesterday, Mrs Pritchett. Weren"t you able to get over? Of course, I don"t mean necessarily for the service," he added quickly; "but you ought to know by this time that all our friends are heartily welcome, irrespective of their creed."
"Well, sir, you see it was this way," began the good woman with some slight embarra.s.sment.
"That"s all right," interrupted Wagram genially. "Well, you"ll know it next time, I"m sure."
"That I shall, sir."
After a little more pleasant conversation they shook hands heartily with the worthy couple and took their leave.
Just before the dressing-bell rang Haldane burst in upon Wagram in a wholly unwonted state of excitement.
"What"s this my little girl has been telling me, Wagram?" he said. "I must go and kill the scoundrel at once. I"ll borrow the Squire"s biggest hunting-crop."
"You can"t, Haldane, if only that we haven"t the remotest idea who the said scoundrel is. It"s probably some miserable counter-jumper doing a bike round. But, sit tight; he"s got enough to last him for many a long day."
"Did you cut him to ribbons? Did you?"
"I cut his small-clothes to ribbons. By George, he"ll have to launch out in a new biking suit. No; great as the offence was, even I think he got something like adequate compensation for it," added Wagram grimly, as he called to mind the fellow"s insults--and their object.
And with this a.s.surance Haldane had perforce to remain satisfied.
CHAPTER NINE.
"WE GET NO SHOW."
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Clytie Calmour as a vehement ring sounded at the front gate, obviously produced by the owner of the large red head which surmounted that portal. "Great Scott! but whoever called this shebang Siege House named it well. Here"s our last butcher pestering for his account for the seventh time. Now, dad, sh.e.l.l out."
"Don"t talk rot, Clytie. You know I haven"t got a stiver. He"ll have to wait till next quarter-day. Tell him that, and let him go to the devil."
"Yes, yes; that"s all right. But meanwhile we shall have to be vegetarians."
"This infernal dunning gets on a man"s nerves. It oughtn"t to be allowed," grumbled old Calmour, who, it being only breakfast-time, was not sufficiently drunk to philosophise.
"No, it oughtn"t," cut in Bob; "but this time tell him we"ll square with him next week to a dead cert, Clytie, and deal with him ever after. You know, dad. You were forgetting," with a significant wink.
"I wonder what nefarious plan you"re hatching between you," said Delia.