"I"m not a Jew," said Helmsley, smiling.
"Mebbe not--mebbe not--but yer name"s awsome like it. An" if ye put it short, like D. David, that"s just d.a.m.n David an" nothin" plainer. Aint it?"
Helmsley laughed.
"Exactly!" he said--"You"re right! d.a.m.n David suits me down to the ground!"
Peke looked at him dubiously, as one who is not quite sure of his man.
"You"re a rum old sort!" he said; "an" I tell ye what it is--you"re as tired as a dog limpin" on three legs as has nipped his fourth in a weasel-trap. Wheer are ye goin" on to?"
"I don"t know," answered Helmsley--"I"m a stranger to this part of the country. But I mean to tramp it to the nearest village. I slept out in the open yesterday,--I think I"d like a shelter over me to-night."
"Got any o" the King"s pictures about ye?" asked Peke.
Helmsley looked, as he felt, bewildered.
"The King"s pictures?" he echoed--"You mean----?"
"This!" and Peke drew out of his tattered trouser pocket a dim and blackened sixpence--""Ere "e is, as large as life, a bit bald about the top o" "is blessed old "ead, Glory be good to "im, but as useful as if all "is "air was still a blowin" an" a growin"! Aint that the King"s picture, D. David? Don"t it say "Edwardus VII. D. G. Britt.," which means Edward the Seventh, thanks be to G.o.d Britain? Don"t it?"
"It _do_!" replied Helmsley emphatically, taking a fantastic pleasure in the bad grammar of his reply. "I"ve got a few more pictures of the same kind," and he took out two or three loose shillings and pennies--"Can we get a night"s lodging about here for that?"
"Av coorse we can! I"ll take ye to a place where ye"ll be as welcome as the flowers in May with Matt Peke interroducin" of ye. Two o" them thank-G.o.d Britts in silver will set ye up wi" a plate o" wholesome food an" a clean bed at the "Trusty Man." It"s a pub, but Miss Tranter what keeps it is an old maid, an" she"s that proud o" the only "Trusty Man"
she ever "ad that she calls it an "_O_tel!"
He grinned good-humouredly at what he considered his own witticism concerning the little weakness of Miss Tranter, and proceeded to shoulder his basket.
"_You_ aint proud, are ye?" he said, as he turned his ferret-brown eyes on Helmsley inquisitively.
Helmsley, who had, quite unconsciously to himself, drawn up his spare figure in his old habitual way of standing very erect, with that composed air of dignity and resolution which those who knew him personally in business were well accustomed to, started at the question.
"Proud!" he exclaimed--"I? What have I to be proud of? I"m the most miserable old fellow in the world, my friend! You may take my word for that! There"s not a soul that cares a b.u.t.ton whether I live or die! I"m seventy years of age--out of work, and utterly wretched and friendless!
Why the devil should _I_ be proud?"
"Well, if ye never was proud in yer life, ye can be now," said Peke condescendingly, "for I tell ye plain an" true that if Matt Peke walks with a tramp on this road, every one round the Quantocks knows as how that tramp aint altogether a raskill! I"ve took ye up on trust as "twere, likin" yer face for all that it"s thin an" mopish,--an" steppin"
in wi" me to the "Trusty Man" will mebbe give ye a character. Anyways, I"ll do my best for ye!"
"Thank you," said Helmsley simply.
Again Peke looked at him, and again seemed troubled. Then, stuffing his pipe full of tobacco, he lit it and stuck it sideways between his teeth.
"Now come along!" he said. "You"re main old, but ye must put yer best foot foremost all the same. We"ve more"n an hour"s trampin" up hill an"
down dale, an" the dew"s beginnin" to fall. Keep goin" slow an"
steady--I"ll give ye a hand."
For a moment Helmsley hesitated. This s.h.a.ggy, rough, uncouth herb-gatherer evidently regarded him as very feeble and helpless, and, out of a latent kindliness of nature, wished to protect him and see him to some safe shelter for the night. Nevertheless, he hated the position.
Old as he knew himself to be, he resented being pitied for his age, while his mind was yet so vigorous and his heart felt still so warm and young. Yet the commonplace fact remained that he was very tired,--very worn out, and conscious that only a good rest would enable him to continue his journey with comfort. Moreover, his experiences at the "Trusty Man" might prove interesting. It was best to take what came in his way, even though some episodes should possibly turn out less pleasing than instructive. So putting aside all scruples, he started to walk beside his ragged comrade of the road, finding, with some secret satisfaction, that after a few paces his own step was light and easy compared to the heavy shuffling movement with which Peke steadily trudged along. Sweet and pungent odours of the field and woodland floated from the basket of herbs as it swung slightly to and fro on its bearer"s shoulders, and amid the slowly darkening shadows of evening, a star of sudden silver brilliance sparkled out in the sky.
"Yon"s the first twinkler," said Peke, seeing it at once, though his gaze was apparently fixed on the ground. "The love-star"s allus up early o" nights to give the men an" maids a chance!"
"Yes,--Venus is the evening star just now," rejoined Helmsley, half-absently.
"Stow Venus! That"s a reg"lar fool"s name," said Peke surlily. "Where did ye git it from? That aint no Venus,--that"s just the love-star, an"
it"ll be nowt else in these parts till the world-without-end-amen!"
Helmsley made no answer. He walked on patiently, his limbs trembling a little with fatigue and nervous exhaustion. But Peke"s words had started the old dream of his life again into being,--the latent hope within him, which though often half-killed, was not yet dead, flamed up like newly kindled vital fire in his mind,--and he moved as in a dream, his eyes fixed on the darkening heavens and the brightening star.
CHAPTER VI
They plodded on together side by side for some time in unbroken silence.
At last, after a short but stiff climb up a rough piece of road which terminated in an eminence commanding a wide and uninterrupted view of the surrounding country, they paused. The sea lay far below them, dimly covered by the gathering darkness, and the long swish and roll of the tide could be heard sweeping to and from the sh.o.r.e like the grave and graduated rhythm of organ music.
"We"d best "ave a bit of a jabber to keep us goin"," said Peke, then--"Jabberin" do pa.s.s time, as the wimin can prove t" ye; an" arter such a jumblegut lane as this, it"ll seem less lonesome. We"re off the main road to towns an" sich like--this is a bye, an" "ere it stops.
We"ll "ave to git over yon stile an" cross the fields--"taint an easy nor clean way, but it"s the best goin". We"ll see the lights o" the "Trusty Man" just over the brow o" the next hill."
Helmsley drew a long breath, and sat down on a stone by the roadside.
Peke surveyed him critically.
"Poor old gaffer! Knocked all to pieces, aint ye! Not used to the road?
Glory be good to me! I should think ye wornt! Short in yer wind an" weak on yer pins! I"d as soon see my old grandad trampin" it as you. Look "ere! Will ye take a dram out o" this "ere bottle?"
He held up the bottle he spoke of,--it was black, and untemptingly dirty. Yet there was such a good-natured expression in the man"s eyes, and so much honest solicitude written on his rough bearded face, that Helmsley felt it would be almost like insulting him to refuse his invitation.
"Tell me what"s in it first!" he said, smiling.
""Taint whisky," said Peke. "And "taint brandy neither. _Nor_ rum. _Nor_ gin. Nor none o" them vile stuffs which brewers makes as arterwards goes to Parl"ment on the profits of "avin" poisoned their consti_too_ants.
"Tis nowt but just yerb wine."
"Yerb wine? Wine made of herbs?"
"That"s it! "Erbs or yerbs--I aint pertikler which--I sez both.
This,"--and he shook the bottle he held vigorously--"is genuine yerb wine--an" made as I makes it, what do the Wise One say of it? "E sez:--"It doth strengthen the heart of a man mightily, and refresheth the brain; drunk fasting, it braceth up the sinews and maketh the old feel young; it is of rare virtue to expel all evil humours, and if princes should drink of it oft it would be but an ill service to the world, as they might never die!""
Peke recited these words slowly and laboriously; it was evident that he had learned them by heart, and that the effort of remembering them correctly was more or less painful to him.
Helmsley laughed, and stretched out his hand.
"Give it over here!" he said. "It"s evidently just the stuff for me. How much shall I take at one go?"
Peke uncorked the precious fluid with care, smelt it, and nodded appreciatively.
"Swill it all if ye like," he remarked graciously. ""Twont hurt ye, an"
there"s more where that came from. It"s cheap enuff, too--nature don"t keep it back from no man. On"y there aint a many got sense enuff to thank the Lord when it"s offered."