The woman opened her eyes widely.
"That"s a long way! You must be fairly strong for your age. Where are ye wantin" to get to?"
"Cornwall."
"My word! You"ve got a goodish bit to go. All Devon lies before you."
"I know that. But I shall rest here and there, and perhaps get a lift or two if I meet any more such kind-hearted folk as yourself."
She looked at him sharply.
"That"s what we may call a bit o" soft soap," she said, "and I"d advise ye to keep that kind o" thing to yourself, old man! It don"t go down with Meg Ross, I can tell ye!"
"Are you Meg Ross?" he asked, amused at her manner.
"That"s me! I"m known all over the countryside for the sharpest tongue as ever wagged in a woman"s head. So you"d better look out!"
"I"m not afraid of you!" he said smiling.
"Well, you might be if you knew me!" and she whipped up her pony smartly. "Howsomever, you"re old enough to be past hurtin" or bein"
hurt."
"That"s true!" he responded gently.
She was silent after this, and not till Watchett was reached did she again begin conversation. Rattling quickly through the little watering-place, which at this hour seemed altogether deserted or asleep, she pulled up at an inn in the middle of the princ.i.p.al street.
"I"ve got an order to deliver here," she said. "What are _you_ going to do with yourself?"
"Nothing in particular," he answered, with a smile. "I shall just take my little dog to a chemist"s and get its paw dressed, and then I shall walk on."
"Don"t you want any dinner?"
"Not yet. I had a good breakfast, I daresay I"ll have a gla.s.s of milk presently."
"Well, if you come back here in half an hour I can drive you on a little further. How would you like that?"
"Very much! But I"m afraid of troubling you----"
"Oh, you won"t do that!" said Meg with a defiant air. "No man, young or old, has ever troubled _me_! I"m not married, thank the Lord!"
And jumping from the cart, she began to pull out sundry cans, jars, and boxes, while Helmsley standing by with the small Charlie under his arm, wished he could help her, but felt sure she would resent a.s.sistance even if he offered it. Glancing at him, she gave him a kindly nod.
"Off you go with your little dog! You"ll find me ready here in half an hour."
With that she turned from him into the open doorway of the inn, and Helmsley made his way slowly along the silent, sun-baked little street till he found a small chemist"s shop, where he took his lately found canine companion to have its wounded paw examined and attended to. No bones were broken, and the chemist, a lean, pale, kindly man, a.s.sured him that in a few days the little animal would be quite well.
"It"s a pretty creature," he said. "And valuable too."
"Yes. I found it on the highroad," said Helmsley; "and of course if I see any advertis.e.m.e.nt out for it, I"ll return it to its owner. But if no one claims it I"ll keep it."
"Perhaps it fell out of a motor-car," said the chemist. "It looks as if it might have belonged to some fine lady who was too wrapped up in herself to take proper care of it. There are many of that kind who come this way touring through Somerset and Devon."
"I daresay you"re right," and Helmsley gently stroked the tiny dog"s soft silky coat. "Rich women will pay any amount of money for such toy creatures out of mere caprice, and will then lose them out of sheer laziness, forgetting that they are living beings, with feelings and sentiments of trust and affection greater sometimes than our own.
However, this little chap will be safe with me till he is rightfully claimed, if ever that happens. I don"t want to steal him; I only want to take care of him."
"I should never part with him if I were you," said the chemist. "Those who were careless enough to lose him deserve their loss."
Helmsley agreed, and left the shop. Finding a confectioner"s near by, he bought a few biscuits for his new pet, an attention which that small animal highly appreciated. "Charlie" was hungry, and cracked and munched the biscuits with exceeding relish, his absurd little nose becoming quite moist with excitement and appet.i.te. Returning presently to the inn where he had left Meg Ross, Helmsley found that lady quite ready to start.
"Oh, here you are, are you?" she said, smiling pleasantly, "Well, I"m just on the move. Jump in!"
Helmsley hesitated a moment, standing beside the pony-cart.
"May I pay for my ride?" he said.
"Pay?" Meg stuck her stout arms akimbo, and glanced him all over. "Well, I never! How much "ave ye got?"
"Two or three shillings," he answered.
Meg laughed, showing a very sound row of even white teeth.
"All right! You can keep "em!" she said. "Mebbe you want "em. _I_ don"t!
Now don"t stand haverin" there,--get in the cart quick, or Jim"ll be runnin" away."
Jim showed no sign of this desperate intention, but, on the contrary, stood very patiently waiting till his pa.s.sengers were safely seated, when he trotted off at a great pace, with such a clatter of hoofs and rattle of wheels as rendered conversation impossible. But Helmsley was very content to sit in silence, holding the little dog "Charlie" warmly against his breast, and watching the beauties of the scenery expand before him like a fairy panorama, ever broadening into fresh glimpses of loveliness. It was a very quiet coastline which the windings of the road now followed,--a fair and placid sea shining at wide intervals between a lavish flow of equally fair and placid fields. The drive seemed all too short, when at the corner of a lane embowered in trees, Meg Ross pulled up short.
"The best of friends must part!" she said. "I"m right sorry I can"t take ye any further. But down "ere"s a farm where I put up for the afternoon an" "elps "em through with their b.u.t.ter-makin", for there"s a lot o"
skeery gals in the fam"ly as thinks more o" doin" their "air than churnin", an" doin" the "air don"t bring no money in, though mebbe it might catch a "usband as wasn"t worth "avin". An" Jim gets his food "ere too. Howsomever, I"m real put about that I can"t drive ye a bit towards Cleeve Abbey, for that"s rare an" fine at this time o" year,--but mebbe ye"re wantin" to push on quickly?"
"Yes, I must push on," rejoined Helmsley, as he got out of the cart; then, standing in the road, he raised his cap to her. "And I"m very grateful to you for helping me along so far, at the hottest time of the day too. It"s most kind of you!"
"Oh, I don"t want any thanks!" said Meg, smiling. "I"m rather sweet on old men, seein" old age aint their fault even if trampin" the road is.
You"d best keep on the straight line now, till you come to Blue Anchor.
That"s a nice little village, and you"ll find an inn there where you can get a night"s lodging cheap. I wouldn"t advise you to stay much round Cleeve after sundown, for there"s a big camp of gypsies about there, an"
they"re a rough lot, pertikly a man they calls Tom o" the Gleam."
Helmsley smiled.
"I know Tom o" the Gleam," he said. "He"s a friend of mine."
Meg Ross opened her round, bright brown eyes.
"Is he? Dear life, if I"d known that, I mightn"t "ave been so ready to give you a ride with me!" she said, and laughed. "Not that I"m afraid of Tom, though he"s a queer customer. I"ve given a good many gla.s.ses of new milk to his "kiddie," as he calls that little lad of his, so I expect I"m fairly in his favour."
"I"ve never seen his "kiddie,"" said Helmsley. "What is the boy like?"
"A real fine little chap!" said Meg, with heartiness and feeling. "I"m not a crank on children, seein" most o" them"s muckers an" trouble from mornin" to night, but if it "ad pleased the Lord as I should wed, I shouldn"t "a wished for a better specimen of a babe than Tom"s kiddie.
Pity the mother died!"