"You have rendered me a greater service than you know of, and I must not let you leave yourself out." To hide a note of wistfulness in her voice, she added mischievously, "Must I, Joe?"
"Yow could find wus"n" Wheatman o" th" "Anyards," said Joe, with st.u.r.dy precision of praise.
"Is he really a h.e.l.l-hound, Joe, when he"s got a sup of beer in him? I"ve no clear notion what a h.e.l.l-hound is, but clearly it means something as bad, say, as a janissary--the worst animal I ever came across."
"Sup o" beer in "im," snorted Joe contemptuously. "He dunna really know what beer is, my lady. It"s a grand thing is beer, if y"ll only tak"
enough of it to do y" good, but there"s no vartue in half a pint of it.
I"ve told "im that lots of times. But it"s G.o.d"s truth, my lady, "e dunna want no beer, dunna Master Noll, to mak "im "it like the kick of a "oss. I on"y brought "im a few daceys up t"ouse this mawnin", an"--"
"You row harder, Joe, and yawp less," said I, interrupting him. "Between you and Jane I shan"t have a rag of character left."
"Sup o" beer in him," he growled, and spat loudly on his hands. Joe looked at all men as potential customers of the "Bull and Mouth," and judged them accordingly.
"I know the worst about you now, Master Wheatman, and by way of providing you with a less embarra.s.sing topic of conversation, you might tell me what we shall do when we get to Stafford."
"We are going to Marry-me-quick"s."
She started so abruptly that I laughed outright, and Joe rumbled like an overloaded wagon. I explained.
"We shall approach the town on the south side where the wall comes down to the river. "Marry-me-quick" is not, as you seem to suppose, a disagreeable process, but an agreeable old woman who lives in a cottage which backs on to the river. Every schoolboy in the town knows her by that name, which is also the name of a kind of toffee she makes, and by the sale of which she earns a modest living. I cannot tell you how the name originated, but there it is. I went to the grammar school in the town, and in my time I must have bought and consumed some hundredweights of her "marry-me-quick." In her tiny cottage you may rest in safety while I hunt up Jack Dobson and learn what has been done with your father."
"An" if I"d got a shilling," said the irrepressible Joe, "for every pat of b.u.t.ter I"ve taken owd Marry-me-quick, I"d--I"d--"
He seemed lost for words, so I a.s.sisted him, and paid him back at the same time, by saying, "Pluck up courage enough to speak to Jane."
"That"s rate, Master Noll."
"Is Jane so very fond of money, Joe?" asked Mistress Waynflete curiously.
"No," said Joe. "She ain"t grasping, ain"t Jin. She told me t"nate, she c"d "ave "ad a mint of money if she"d liked, but she wouldna tak" it. Said it would "a" burnt "er fingers. "More fool yow," says I; "it"d "a" soon gotten cowd weather like this"n." But Jin"s all rate. Er"ll never bre"k "er arm at church door, wunna Jin."
I explained to Mistress Waynflete that a woman who broke her arm at the church door was a housewifely maiden who became a slatternly housewife after marriage. "There"s no fear of Jane doing that," she replied; "she"s as good as the guineas she would not take."
For a s.p.a.ce silence fell on us. All my attention was required to keep the boat clear of the banks, for the little river turned and twisted through its meadows like a hunted hare. There was only the starlight to steer by, but I had fished every yard of the river, and knew it so well that I gave Joe a clear channel to row in. Not a sound jarred on the rhythmic purr of the oars in the rowlocks and the gentle lapping of the stream against the bow. This day had G.o.d been very good to me. This was life as I would have it; work to do for brain and brawn, and a woman to do it for who was worth the uttermost that was in me. Romance had flushed the drab night of my life with a rosy dawn, and my heart was lifted up within me. If it faded away, there would at least be the memory of it. But it might not fade. I was under no illusions as to the stiffness of my task. I was matched against the powers that be, against my Lord Brocton, whose ability to work this maiden ill was increased a thousandfold by his military authority. I saw my way into Stafford, and I saw no more, not even my way out of it, and least of all my way out of it with the Colonel rescued and restored to his daughter. Mistress Waynflete had been so determined in her decision to follow her father that perhaps she had some plan in mind. She said nothing if she had, and if she had, it would, I supposed, depend on her woman"s power of influencing Brocton. The future was as black as the outlook along the river, but I faced it eagerly.
She broke the silence: "The last boat I was in was a gondola. It was on a perfect night in a Venetian June, the sky a sapphire sprinkled with diamonds, the warm, scent-laden air filled with murmurings and s.n.a.t.c.hes of song. And there was no danger."
"Romance, perchance," said I.
"You cannot have a one-sided romance. Romance is an atmosphere breathed by two, not an emotion felt by one. To be sure, he was the most appallingly in earnest lover woman ever had. He wept for a kiss with his fingers twiddling on the hilt of his stiletto. Dear heart, these Italians!"
"I should like to meet his countship," said I energetically.
"Yes, he was a count, with a pedigree as long as the Rialto, and he had not two silver piastres to rub against each other. He was the handsomest man I have even seen. Fortunately, we left Venice before he had quite decided that it was time to dig his knife into me."
"You speak lightly of your danger, madam," I said coldly.
"A hot-blooded Italian with a stiletto in his hand is a much more desirable creature, let me tell you, than a cold-blooded Englishman with the devil in his heart. That fiery little count, conceited and poverty-stricken, did at any rate pay me the compliment of thinking for at least a fortnight that I was a patch of heaven fallen in his way, whereas to your cold-livered English lord I am no more than an appetizing dish."
She was not speaking lightly now, but with cold, concentrated anger. I remembered the reticencies of her statement at the Hanyards, and began to see dimly some of the connecting links in her story. My Lord Brocton"s character was well enough known to be the subject of common talk at our market ordinaries. My very manhood shamed me in the presence of this queenly woman, marked down by a t.i.tled blackguard as his quarry, and I sat still, fists tightly clenched on the tiller-ropes, and said nothing, waiting for her to speak again.
"I have seen to-day, Master Wheatman," she said, "a sight I have never seen before--a beautiful English maiden growing up to womanhood in the calm and safety of an English country home. You will be tempted, I know, to envy me my wanderings, my experiences, my freedom, but, believe me, I would rather be your sweet Kate in the quiet of the Hanyards."
"It isn"t as quiet as it might be when Jack"s about," said I, seeking to change the current of her thoughts. Then I had to tell her all about Jack, and our boyish escapades and fightings and friendings, and because I had earlier in the day though evil of dear Jack, I now could say nothing good enough about him.
It was time to relieve Joe at the oars. At first he would not agree, for, he said, he"d been "lagging a bit during the day "long o" them squaddies,"
and wanted to put in a day"s work.
"You will, before you"ve done, Joe, for you"ve got to pull the boat back.
So have a swig of beer and we"ll change over. And madam shall acknowledge the virtues of our Kate"s peppermint cordial."
Joe shipped his oars and reached out for his bottle of beer. I got out the flask and said in a sing-song voice: "Take two gallons of the best Hollands money can buy, and add thereto, first, four pounds of choice Barbados sugar, and, secondly, two bushels of freshly gathered leaves of the plant peppermint. Steep together for a whole moon, stirring the concoction every four hours during the daytime, and as often as you wake o" nights. Strain through a piece of linen, if you"ve got one; if not, do what our Kate did this year, use a fair maiden"s silk stocking. The result is a drink fit for the G.o.ds, and, indeed, one which may even be offered to G.o.ddesses. Drink, madam!"
She was laughing merrily before I had finished. "Kate"s stocking sounds the most innocent ingredient in it, Master Wheatman, but I must try her skill in brewing."
She did so, and p.r.o.nounced it excellent but strong. I tried it too, rather more copiously, I confess. Indeed, it was good, but to me, I know, the charm of the cordial this time lay in the thought of the rich red lips that had touched the flask before mine.
Joe and I then changed places, and I kept hard at the oars until we came to the reach which ran close up to the "Why Not." Here Joe resumed the oars and I the ropes.
"This is the only danger-spot," I said. "Yonder are the lights of the ale-house. On an ordinary night there would be no one about, even if it mattered if there were, but to-night, when it does matter, there are thousands of soldiers on the march, and there is some risk of our being observed."
In another five minutes or so we heard faint s.n.a.t.c.hes of song and bursts of applause, and shouting and laughing. The "Why Not" was now about a hundred yards ahead on our left. On the right the bank was lined with willows which, not having been pollarded for many years, stretched their long, thin branches well over the river. I ran the boat as far under them as I could. Joe pulled with short, soft strokes, and we crept slowly along. For a minute the lighted windows were obscured by the outhouses, and just as I caught sight of them again, a door was flung open, and the jumble of noises swelled into a roar of jeering laughter. A young woman flew out, heedlessly and noisily as a fl.u.s.tered hen, and a burly soldier lurched after her down the yard. At a whisper, Joe shipped his oars, and I ran the boat right into the bank. I grabbed in the dark for a hold-to, and luckily seized the roots of a willow. At his end Joe did the same. We hardly dared to breathe as we watched the doings on the other bank.
l.u.s.t, of blood or worse, and the fear of it, were there. The lighted windows and the open door made every movement of the man and the girl clearly visible. No one followed them. It was so ordinary an event to the company, perhaps that it was not worth while leaving mirth and beer to see the issue. But all serious elements in their affair changed abruptly and to our instant jeopardy. On the very edge of the water the girl, knowing her whereabouts to an inch, turned cleverly. The man, a stranger obviously, ran on and pitched clean and far into the river, while she, laughing and triumphant, scuttled back to the house. Her tale brought out at once a spurt of men, yelling with joy, to watch the fun. Some of them had s.n.a.t.c.hed up lanterns and lighted candles, and they were followed later by a fresh, older, shrieking woman who carried a huge, burning brand plucked from the hearth.
Happily for us the river was shallow, for a couple of strokes would have brought the man clean into us. The shock of the icy water sobered him. He splashed and spluttered to his feet, climbed up the bank like a giant water-rat, and would have slunk towards the house; but the rabble were on him before he had taken a dozen paces, and tormented him till he roared like a wounded bull. The woman with the brand cried out on him with vile words that made my face burn in the dark, and belaboured him about the head with her blazing cudgel. At every blow a shower of sparks flew out that drove his rollicking mates into a ring around them at a safe distance away. The man must have been set afire had he not been soused in the river beforehand. None of his fellows tried to help him, just as before none had tried to hinder him. It was his look out either way, and they enjoyed his discomfiture with all the gusto of children. At last the breathless woman and the cowed man came to a parley, the result of which was that, with a whoop of "pots round," they all crowded back into the ale-house, and we were once more alone on the river.
"The ordeal by water and by fire," I said. "Push out, Joe."
"Gom! Owd Bess give "im sock," he replied, and levered the nose of the boat into midstream again.
Although there was no real need for it, the escape kept us all quiet. I persuaded Mistress Waynflete to lie down, so as to avoid the biting wind that was sweeping across the river, and Joe and I by turns made such progress that in less than an hour we drew up to the town meadow.
The greatest caution was now necessary, since we saw that the bridge leading into the town was thronged with people, many carrying lanterns or torches. The town wall ran parallel to the river, on our right, with a narrow fringe of meadow between them. Here the wall was for the most part tumbled into ruins, and in the gaps stood little cottages, built in part of the stones that had once formed the wall. In one of these lived little old Marry-me-quick, Mistress Martha Tonks, to give her her christening name, and we ran up to the bank level with her place without being observed from the bridge, although it was only a few boat-lengths distant.
I stepped cautiously out and tiptoed to her back window. There the ancient maiden was, busily engaged in the manufacture of her staple, no doubt in antic.i.p.ation of a greater demand for it in these stirring days, when much extra money would be pa.s.sing around in the town, and many pennies thereof would dribble into the pockets of the youngsters. I lifted the latch and stepped in. She squeaked with affright till she saw who it was, and then turned her note into a gurgle of astonishment.
"Are you alone?" I asked. She nodded. "Just a minute then, and I"ll be back again, with a visitor. Keep quiet!"
I returned to the boat, and as I was obliged to move as stealthily as a cat, I could not help, as I approached, hearing Joe say emphatically, "I wunna." I cursed him silent, without troubling to ask what he was objecting to, and handed Mistress Waynflete out.
"Now, Joe," I whispered, "off you go back! The moon will be up in a few minutes, and you ought to do it in an hour. You can sit in the kitchen all to-morrow to make up for this."
"Jin said "er"d sit up for me," he said, and I was glad he had such a good motive to keep him up to his hard task.
"Good-bye, Joe," said Mistress Waynflete, shaking the good fellow warmly by the hand. "Give my loving remembrances to your mistresses and to Jane.
Say how grateful I am."