chitterin" as "ow the old chap "ad been playin" cards wi" the devil, an"
got a bad end. But Miss Tranter, she don"t listen to maids"
gabble,--she"s doin" well, devil or no devil--an" if any one was to talk to "er "bout ghosteses an" sich-like, she"d wallop "em out of "er bar with a broom! Ay, that she would! She"s a powerful strong woman Miss Tranter, an" many"s the larker what"s felt "er "and on "is collar a-chuckin" "im out o" the "Trusty Man" neck an" crop for sayin"
somethin" what aint ezackly agreeable to "er feelin"s. She don"t stand no nonsense, an" though she"s lib"ral with "er pennorths an" pints she don"t wait till a man"s full boozed "fore lockin" up the tap-room. "Git to bed, yer hulkin" fools!" sez she, "or ye may change my "_O_tel for the Sheriff"s." An" they all knuckles down afore "er as if they was childer gettin" spanked by their mother. Ah, she"d "a made a grand wife for a man! "E wouldn"t "ave "ad no chance to make a pig of hisself if she"d been anywheres round!"
"Perhaps she won"t take me in!" suggested Helmsley.
"She will, an" that sartinly!" said Peke. "She"ll not refuse bed an"
board to any friend o" mine."
"Friend!" Helmsley echoed the word wonderingly.
"Ay, friend! Any one"s a friend what trusts to ye on the road, aint "e?
Leastways that"s "ow I take it."
"As I said before, you are very kind to me," murmured Helmsley; "and I have already asked you--Why?"
"There aint no rhyme nor reason in it," answered Peke. "You "elps a man along if ye sees "e wants "elpin", sure-_ly_,--that"s nat"ral. "Tis on"y them as is born bad as don"t "elp nothin" nor n.o.body. Ye"re old an"
f.a.gged out, an" yer face speaks a bit o" trouble--that"s enuff for me.
Hi" y" are!--hi" y" are, old "Trusty Man!""
And striding across a dry ditch which formed a kind of entrenchment between the field and the road, Peke guided his companion round a dark corner and brought him in front of a long low building, heavily timbered, with queer little lop-sided gable windows set in the slanting, red-tiled roof. A sign-board swung over the door and a small lamp fixed beneath it showed that it bore the crudely painted portrait of a gentleman in an ap.r.o.n, spreading out both hands palms upwards as one who has nothing to conceal,--the ideal likeness of the "Trusty Man" himself.
The door itself stood open, and the sound of male voices evinced the presence of customers within. Peke entered without ceremony, beckoning Helmsley to follow him, and made straight for the bar, where a tall woman with remarkably square shoulders stood severely upright, knitting.
""Evenin", Miss Tranter!" said Peke, pulling off his tattered cap. "Any room for poor lodgers?"
Miss Tranter glanced at him, and then at his companion.
"That depends on the lodgers," she answered curtly.
"That"s right! That"s quite right, Miss!" said Peke with propitiatory deference. "You "se allus right whatsoever ye does an" sez! But yer knows _me_,--yer knows Matt Peke, don"t yer?"
Miss Tranter smiled sourly, and her knitting needles glittered like crossed knives as she finished a particular row of st.i.tches on which she was engaged before condescending to reply. Then she said:--
"Yes, I know _you_ right enough, but I don"t know your company. I"m not taking up strangers."
"Lord love ye! This aint a stranger!" exclaimed Peke. "This "ere"s old David, a friend o" mine as is out o" work through gittin" more years on "is back than the British Gov"ment allows, an" "e"s trampin" it to see "is relations afore "e gits put to bed wi" a shovel. "E"s as "armless as they makes "em, an" I"ve told "im as "ow ye" don"t take in nowt but "spectable folk. Doant "ee turn out an old gaffer like "e be, f.a.gged an"
footsore, to sleep in open--doant "ee now, there"s a good soul!"
Miss Tranter went on knitting rapidly. Presently she turned her piercing gimlet grey eyes on Helmsley.
"Where do you come from, man?" she demanded.
Helmsley lifted his hat with the gentle courtesy habitual to him.
"From Bristol, ma"am."
"Tramping it?"
"Yes."
"Where are you going?"
"To Cornwall."
"That"s a long way and a hard road," commented Miss Tranter; "You"ll never get there!"
Helmsley gave a slight deprecatory gesture, but said nothing.
Miss Tranter eyed him more keenly.
"Are you hungry?"
He smiled.
"Not very!"
"That means you"re half-starved without knowing it," she said decisively. "Go in yonder," and she pointed with one of her knitting needles to the room beyond the bar whence the hum of male voices proceeded. "I"ll send you some hot soup with plenty of stewed meat and bread in it. An old man like you wants more than the road food. Take him in, Peke!"
"Didn"t I tell ye!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Peke, triumphantly looking round at Helmsley. "She"s one that"s got "er "art in the right place! I say, Miss Tranter, beggin" yer parding, my friend aint a sponger, ye know! "E can pay ye a shillin" or two for yer trouble!"
Miss Tranter nodded her head carelessly.
"The food"s threepence and the bed fourpence," she said. "Breakfast in the morning, threepence,--and twopence for the washing towel. That makes a shilling all told. Ale and liquors extra."
With that she turned her back on them, and Peke, pulling Helmsley by the arm, took him into the common room of the inn, where there were several men seated round a long oak table with "gate-legs" which must have been turned by the handicraftsmen of the time of Henry the Seventh. Here Peke set down his basket of herbs in a corner, and addressed the company generally.
""Evenin", mates! All well an" "arty?"
Three or four of the party gave gruff response. The others sat smoking silently. One end of the table was unoccupied, and to this Peke drew a couple of rush-bottomed chairs with st.u.r.dy oak backs, and bade Helmsley sit down beside him.
"It be powerful warm to-night!" he said, taking off his cap, and showing a disordered head of rough dark hair, sprinkled with grey. "Powerful warm it be trampin" the road, from sunrise to sunset, when the dust lies thick and "eavy, an" all the country"s dry for a drop o" rain."
"Wal, _you_ aint got no cause to grumble at it," said a fat-faced man in very dirty corduroys. "It"s _your_ chice, an" _your_ livin"! _You_ likes the road, an" _you_ makes your grub on it! "Taint no use _you_ findin"
fault with the gettin" o" _your_ victuals!"
"Who"s findin" fault, Mister Dubble?" asked Peke soothingly. "I on"y said "twas powerful warm."
"An" no one but a sawny "xpects it to be powerful cold in July," growled Dubble--"though some there is an" some there be what cries fur snow in August, but I aint one on "em."
"No, "e aint one on "em," commented a burly farmer, blowing away the foam from the brim of a tankard of ale which was set on the table in front of him. ""E alluz takes just what cooms along easy loike, do Mizter Dubble!"
There followed a silence. It was instinctively felt that the discussion was hardly important enough to be continued. Moreover, every man in the room was conscious of a stranger"s presence, and each one cast a furtive glance at Helmsley, who, imitating Peke"s example, had taken off his hat, and now sat quietly under the flickering light of the oil lamp which was suspended from the middle of the ceiling. He himself was intensely interested in the turn his wanderings had taken. There was a certain excitement in his present position,--he was experiencing the "new sensation" he had longed for,--and he realised it with the fullest sense of enjoyment. To be one of the richest men in the world, and yet to seem so miserably poor and helpless as to be regarded with suspicion by such a cla.s.s of fellows as those among whom he was now seated, was decidedly a novel way of acquiring an additional relish for the varying chances and changes of life.
"Brought yer father along wi" ye, Matt?" suddenly asked a wizened little man of about sixty, with a questioning grin on his hard weather-beaten features.
"I aint up to "awkin" dead bodies out o" their graves yet, Bill Bush,"
answered Peke. "Unless my old dad"s corpsy"s turned to yerbs, which is more"n likely, I aint got "im. This "ere"s a friend o" mine,--Mister David--e"s out o" work through the Lord"s speshul dispensation an" rule o" natur--gettin" old!"
A laugh went round, but a more favourable impression towards Peke"s companion was at once created by this introduction.