"That d.a.m.ned pudding-face is a Whig," said he, "and so, of course, he"s a Justice. The Squire"s a Whig, and he"s a Justice. Here am I, well-reputed in the faculty, and my wife coming of the Parker Putwells, one of the rare old county stocks--none of your newfangled b.u.t.ton-men and turnip-growers--and I"m no Justice, because I"m a Church-and-King man of the old school."
"They went out of fashion with flaxen bobs," said I.
"Come on, my tousled macaroni!" said he. "There"s nothing the matter with the inside of your head at any rate, though the outside looks as if you"d been arguing with the parish bull."
"This is a verra fine house," said Maclachlan slowly and slily.
"A mere dog-kennel," said the doctor, "considering she"s a Parker Putwell."
"And I"m thinking," said Maclachlan, very thoughtfully "that there"ll be some guid victuals in the pantry and, mayhap, a gay wheen bottles of right liquor in the cellar."
"Oh aye!" said he, taken aback.
"Then I"m thinking we"ll e"en have breakfast here and try their merits.
And if it"s a guid ane, I"ll see you a Justice, whatever that may be, when the King enjoys his own again. A Maclachlan has spoken it."
The doctor went to an inner door and bawled, "Euphemia," and a discontented wisp of a woman answered his call.
"Madam and gentlemen, my wife, Mistress Snooks, born a Parker Putwell.
Mistress Snooks, like me, will bow to your will with pleasure, nor will you mislike her table, I a.s.sure you. Now, my buck, let"s see to this crack in your head."
He took me into his druggery, unwrapped the bandage, and examined my wound.
"So ho!" said he, "a right good sock on the head. How did it happen?"
I told him.
"It"s lucky for you, my buck," he said, "that you"ve got a baby"s flesh and a tup"s skull, and some one had the sense to wash the cut clean as soon as it was done."
He set to work and made a good job of it, with a pledget of lint and strips of plaister, and meanwhile I speculated as to why, in all these bottles and jars and gallipots, neither nature nor art could contrive to store a drug magistral for the blow that had riven my heart asunder.
"That"s better than two yards stripped off a wench"s smock," he said at last. "And a d.a.m.nably fine smock too, you lucky rascal."
He twittered a s.n.a.t.c.h of ribaldry that made my foot twitch in my boot.
Behind his back, I pocketed the priceless relic, dank and red with my unworthy blood, and followed him back to the company.
We made a longish stay, and fared well at his table. The doctor was a good enough fellow in himself, but his wife, a salt, domineering woman, lived in the light of the Parker Putwells, and he, poor devil, in the shadow they cast. He was playing a double game too, for whenever the red-elbowed serving-wench came into the room, he roared his dissent from our lawlessness, and drank to the King with his gla.s.s over the water-bottle as soon as she went out. Once when she brought us a rare dish of calvered roach and, with wenchlike curiosity, lingered to pick up a crumb or two of gossip, we had a snap of comedy, for, in his play-acting, he would take none till Maclachlan, to keep up the farce, thrust a pistol at his head and forced him. Whereupon the maid, in plucky fashion, threw a cottage loaf at Maclachlan and took him fairly in the chest. The doctor, to his credit, rose to protect her, but she braved it out. She would, she averred, lend the thingamyjig a better petticoat than the one he"d got on.
"If he mun wear "em," she added, "he mought wear "em long enough to be dacent." The doctor bustled her out at last, palpitating but triumphant.
Maclachlan had sprung up like a wild cat when the missile hit him.
Luckily he was fl.u.s.tered by the bouncing of the loaf on the table and off again clean into Margaret"s lap, or the ready trigger would surely have been drawn in earnest. Then Margaret promptly took the edge off his anger by saying with menacing sweetness, "I"m sorry the fun has gone further than was desirable, but I will not have the girl blamed for what was in her a brave deed, nor suffer any unpleasantness here on account of it.
Pray be seated."
This ended the matter, and Maclachlan, with a wry smile, settled down again to his fish.
"It was a verra guid thing after a" said," he explained, "that it wasna my mouth, for it was an unco" ding. I"m half hungry yet, and, to be sure, breakfast and broillerie gang ill together."
It was well said, and Margaret rewarded him with a smile and engaged him in merry conversation. The Colonel, who had kept silent during the trouble, now plied the doctor with questions about the surrounding country.
"It"s a poor biding-place for a Parker Putwell," he replied. "If there"s a drearier or lonelier stretch in England than the moorlands of Leek, I would not care to see it. I go miles on end about it to visit my sick folk, and mostly in a day"s riding I see n.o.body but a stray shepherd, a flash pedlar twanning his way across country with his gewgaws, and now and then a weaver scouring the outlying cottages for yarn."
When the meal was over Maclachlan insisted on paying for it, and bestowed a shilling on the loaf-thrower. In theory, I found, the clansmen paid for what they had, and Donald, being quartermaster to the party, was very busy discharging his obligations up and down the village. The only cause of dissatisfaction, but that not a slight one, was his Scots mode of reckoning, in which a pint was near on half a gallon, while his shilling was a beggarly penny. It always took a whirl of his dirk and a storm of Gaelic to convince a cottager of his accuracy, but he got through at last, and we reformed our order of march and started for Leek.
This time I took the sorrel and Maclachlan marched beside Margaret on her mare, for the Colonel wanted to give me an account, derived from the young Chief, of the Prince"s marchings and victories. The Highlanders being astonishing foot-folk, and the Colonel being full of a.n.a.logies and digressions, the tower of Leek church came in sight before we had got the Prince out of Edinburgh.
A halt was called to discuss what was to be done. The Colonel dismounted, and we followed his example. Margaret, I noticed, coloured slightly as Maclachlan lifted her down. She had been as cool and unfluttered as a marble image when she lay in my arms. Maclachlan was for marching on into the town, and the doubt on the Colonel"s face rather nettled him.
"The considerable town of Manchester," he said, "was entered, and in part seized, by one Scots sergeant and his drummer. Of a certainty near a score of Maclachlans can intake yon little clachan."
"Of a certainty," retorted the Colonel, "Margaret and one of your pipers would be enough if we only had the townspeople to consider. There"s no game much easier than walking into a lion"s den when the lion isn"t there, but it"s pure foolishness to play the game till you"re sure he"s not at home."
"Lion! What"s to do here wi" lions?" asked Maclachlan.
"As I"m only a volunteer," answered the Colonel, "and not yet a man of authority under the Prince"s commission, which you are, I must ask your leave to explain that our getting into Leek is a military problem. I grant ye it"s a little problem, since it wouldn"t matter a pinch of snuff if we marched in and every one of us was promptly hanged in the market-place.
But I undertook to make Oliver here a soldier, and, damme, what you want to do isn"t soldiership, and he"ll only learn soldiership by mastering the little problems first."
"Like sums at school," said I, whereat Margaret laughed aloud.
"Damme, you young rascal," stormed the Colonel, "if I"d got my commission in my pocket, I"d put you under arrest for impertinence."
"With great respect, sir," I answered, "I beg to say that I understand that, at a council of war, the youngest officer gives his opinion first."
"That"s bowled you over, dad," said Margaret cheerfully.
"Damme, I"ll bowl you off to Chester to-night," he retorted. "As sure as a gun"s a gun, you"ll ruin Oliver. Stop grinning like an ape, sir, at that jade"s tricks, and listen to me."
"I"m thinking, sir," said Maclachlan, "that in my present responsible position I would greatly value your observations on the matter in hand."
This was a clever remark so far as the Colonel was concerned, for he would have talked to a viper about soldiering, but Maclachlan did not see, and I did, the delicate little mouth that Margaret made.
"My observations are simply these," said the Colonel: "We do not know where Murray is, we do not know where the Prince is, and we do not know where the Duke of Devonshire is. Any one of them may be in Leek."
"And who may be the Duke of Devonshire?" asked the chief. "I"ve never heard of him."
"One of Geordie"s dandiprats, who has got together a big force of militia at Derby, and who, if he"s any pluck, may have forestalled us all by marching to Leek."
"It"s sair awkward," said Maclachlan, completely taken aback by the news.
"It is so," said the Colonel, "and seeing that Oliver knows the rules and procedures of courts martial, he shall deliver his judgment first."
"Sir," said I, bowing low, "I would, with respect, suggest...."
I got no further, for Donald, who was within a yard of my elbow, suddenly bounded into the air and let off a most astonishing yell. Then he ran up and down, like a foxhound after a lost scent, gabbling away in Gaelic. The clansmen put their hands to their ears, and their ears to the wind, listening intently, whereon Donald ceased his capering and chattering, and called out to us, "Ta pipes! Ta Prunce! Ta pipes! Ta Prunce!"
"Whist, ye auld fule," said the chief. "Ye"re enough to deafen a clap of thunder."
"I"m telling it ye, ta pipes! ta Prunce!" he babbled, and then fell still, and we all listened.
The clansmen must have had ears like the bucks of their own mountains. I could hear nothing but the soft sough of the breeze as it swept o"er the rank gra.s.s of the moorlands, but they, Maclachlan as madly as any of them, yelled their slogan, and the pipers filled their bags and blew fit to burst. Like was calling to like across the wilds.