Kenneth drew up within a yard of them, conscious that the man"s dark eyes were scanning him sharply from beneath his morion.
"Who are you, sir?" the ba.s.s voice demanded.
Alas for the vanity of poor human mites! Even Kenneth, who never yet had achieved aught for the cause he served, grew of a sudden chill to think that perchance this sergeant might recognize his name for one that he had heard before a.s.sociated with deeds performed on the King"s behalf.
For a second he hesitated; then:
"Blount," he stammered, "Jasper Blount."
He little thought how that fruit of his vanity was to prove his undoing thereafter.
"Verily," sneered the sergeant, "it almost seemed you had forgotten it."
And from that sneer Kenneth gathered with fresh dread that the fellow mistrusted him.
"Whence are you, Master Blount?"
Again Kenneth hesitated. Then recalling Ashburn"s high favour with the Parliament, and seeing that it could but advance his cause to state the true sum of his journey:
"From Castle Marleigh," he replied.
"Verily, sir, you seem yet in some doubt. Whither do you go?"
"To London."
"On what errand?" The sergeant"s questions fell swift as sword-strokes.
"With letters for Colonel Pride."
The reply, delivered more boldly than Kenneth had spoken hitherto, was not without its effect.
"From whom are these letters?"
"From Mr. Joseph Ashburn, of Castle Marleigh."
"Produce them."
With trembling fingers Kenneth complied. This the sergeant observed as he took the package.
"What ails you, man?" quoth he.
"Naught, sir "tis the cold."
The sergeant scanned the package and its seal. In a measure it was a pa.s.sport, and he was forced to the conclusion that this man was indeed the messenger he represented himself. Certainly he had not the air nor the bearing of him for whom they waited, nor did the sergeant think that their quarry would have armed himself with a dummy package against such a strait. And yet the sergeant was not master after all, and did he let this fellow pursue his journey, he might reap trouble for it hereafter; whilst likewise if he detained him, Colonel Pride, he knew, was not an over-patient man. He was still debating what course to take, and had turned to his companion with the muttered question: "What think you, Peter?" when by his precipitancy Kenneth ruined his slender chance of being permitted to depart.
"I pray you, sir, now that you know my errand, suffer me to pa.s.s on."
There was an eager tremor in his voice that the sergeant mistook for fear. He noted it, and remembering the boy"s hesitancy in answering his earlier questions, he decided upon his course of action.
"We shall not delay your journey, sir," he answered, eyeing Kenneth sharply, "and as your way must lie through Waltham, I will but ask you to suffer us to ride with you thus far, so that there you may answer any questions our captain may have to ask ere you proceed."
"But, sir--"
"No more, master courier," snarled the sergeant. Then, beckoning a trooper to his side, he whispered an order in his ear.
As the man withdrew they wheeled their horses, and at a sharp word of command Kenneth rode on towards Waltham between the sergeant and a trooper.
CHAPTER XX. THE CONVERTED HOGAN
Night black and impenetrable had set in ere Kenneth and his escort clattered over the greasy stones of Waltham"s High Street, and drew up in front of the Crusader Inn.
The door stood wide and hospitable, and a warm shaft of light fell from it and set a glitter upon the wet street. Avoiding the common-room, the sergeant led Kenneth through the inn-yard, and into the hostelry by a side entrance. He urged the youth along a dimly-lighted pa.s.sage. On a door at the end of this he knocked, then, lifting the latch, he ushered Kenneth into a roomy, oak-panelled chamber.
At the far end a huge fire burnt cheerfully, and with his back to it, his feet planted wide apart upon the hearth, stood a powerfully built man of medium height, whose youthful face and uprightness of carriage a.s.sorted ill with the grey of his hair, p.r.o.nouncing that greyness premature. He seemed all clad in leather, for where his jerkin stopped his boots began. A cuira.s.s and feathered headpiece lay in a corner, whilst on the table Kenneth espied a broad-brimmed hat, a huge sword, and a brace of pistols.
As the boy"s eyes came back to the burly figure on the hearth, he was puzzled by a familiar, intangible something in the fellow"s face.
He was racking his mind to recall where last he had seen it, when with slightly elevated eyebrows and a look of recognition in his somewhat prominent blue eyes.
"Soul of my body," exclaimed the man in surprise, "Master Stewart, as I live."
"Stuart!" cried both sergeant and trooper in a gasp, starting forward to scan their prisoner"s face.
At that the burly captain broke into a laugh.
"Not the young man Charles Stuart," said he; "no, no. Your captive is none so precious. It is only Master Kenneth Stewart, of Bailienochy."
"Then it is not even our man," grumbled the soldier.
"But Stewart is not the name he gave," cried the sergeant. "Jasper Blount he told me he was called. It seems that after all we have captured a malignant, and that I was well advised to bring him to you."
The captain made a gesture of disdain. In that moment Kenneth recognized him. He was Harry Hogan--the man whose life Galliard had saved in Penrith.
"Bah, a worthless capture, Beddoes," he said.
"I know not that," retorted the sergeant. "He carries papers which he states are from Joseph Ashburn, of Castle Marleigh, to Colonel Pride. Colonel Pride"s name is on the package, but may not that be a subterfuge? Why else did he say he was called Blount?"
Hogan"s brows were of a sudden knit.
"Faith, Beddoes, you are right. Remove his sword and search him."
Calmly Kenneth suffered them to carry out this order. Inwardly he boiled at the delay, and cursed himself for having so needlessly given the name of Blount. But for that, it was likely Hogan would have straightway dismissed him. He cheered himself with the thought that after all they would not long detain him. Their search made, and finding nothing upon him but Ashburn"s letter, surely they would release him.
But their search was very thorough. They drew off his boots, and well-nigh stripped him naked, submitting each article of his apparel to a careful examination. At length it was over, and Hogan held Ashburn"s package, turning it over in his hands with a thoughtful expression.