"Much obleeged, sir, much obleeged," stammered out Jamie, in great distress of mind; "but, ye see, it"s impossible--althegither oot o" the question; for I have some important business to do, that maun be dune before I go onywhaur."
And he struggled to free himself from his captors; but in vain. They held on with a determined gripe.
"No, no, you must not leave us," exclaimed Mr Alston, "we must not lose sight of you, now that we have you. I should be sorry to be the cause of any interruption to your business; but we will not detain you an instant. I merely wish, in the meantime, to show you the way to my house, that you may find it readily when you want it, which I expect will be the moment you get your business finished."
"Really, sir, really," exclaimed Jamie, despairingly, and holding back to repress the forward movements of Mr. Alston and his daughter--"really, sir, really I canna gang. I canna on no account. The business I hae on haun maun be instantly attended to, and winna admit o"
the sma"est delay."
"Well, in that case," said the pertinacious Mr. Alston, "I"ll accompany you, and wait your conveniency; and Ellen here will, in the meantime, go home and apprise her mother of her having met with you, and tell her that we shall be there in--in--in what time shall I say?"
"An hour--an hour--an hour," exclaimed the perplexed romancer, in great tribulation--"say an hour."
"Well, an hour, Ellen. Tell your mother we"ll be home in an hour," said Mr. Alston; "and let her have a little supper prepared for us by that time, and let a bed be got in readiness for our dear friend here. You"ll take up your quarters with us, of course," turning to Jamie.
"Oh, surely, surely--wi" great pleasure," exclaimed Jamie, hurriedly, and scarcely knowing what he said--"wi" great pleasure, but far owre meikle trouble."
"Trouble!" said Mr. Alston, contemptuously; "you, the preserver of my dear daughter"s life, talk of trouble! No--no; we shall be but too happy to have you, to show you, as far as we can, the deep sense we all entertain of the unrequitable obligation we lie under to you."
"Don"t lose sight of him, papa!" here exclaimed Miss Alston, in clear soft tones, as she tripped away.
"No fear, my dear--I"ll hold him fast," replied her father; and, while he did so, he clutched Jamie with a still surer gripe.
Jamie now saw that the old boy was determined not to part with him until he should have run the gauntlet of the whole family"s grat.i.tude; and once more did he devoutly wish that his tongue had been anywhere but in his mouth when he first broached the unhappy story of the drowning adventure. He had never got into such a sc.r.a.pe before with any of his small _nouvelettes_, and he almost determined that he would never publish another--that he would henceforth deal in nothing but well-authenticated facts. The question, in the meantime, however, was, how to escape the threatened consequences of the one with which he was now entangled, and this question was a poser. There was but one way, and on this Jamie finally determined. This way was, to bolt for it--to show the old boy a pair of clean heels; and thus at once cut the connection.
There was no other way of dealing with the dilemma. Having made up his mind to this proceeding, Jamie suddenly stopped at a certain close-mouth in the Trongate, and, intimating to his escort that he had a call to make there, requested him to wait an instant till he returned.
"I"ll no keep ye a minnit," said Jamie, "no ae minnit."
And, leaving the old boy to mount guard till his return, he proceeded up the close, at first leisurely; but, on gaining a turn, which concealed him from his Cerberus, he fairly took to his heels, and emerged in a distant street, to which the close led. Here Jamie drew bridle and breath together, and thanked goodness for his escape; expressing, at the same time, a fervent hope that he would never again meet with Mr.
Alston or any of his family. Having thus got his head out of the noose, Jamie adjourned to the quarters which he usually occupied when he went to Glasgow; and, on the following day, sallied out to transact the business which had brought him to the city. It was not, however, with a mind perfectly at ease that Jamie went about this business; for he dreaded every moment encountering Mr. Alston or his daughter; and, under this terror, he kept a sharp look-out as he went along, always cutting suddenly across the street, when he got his eyes on any person or persons of suspicious appearance--that is, on any old gentleman or young lady who bore a real or fancied resemblance to Mr. Alston or his fair daughter; and the sequel will show that his precaution was not an unnecessary, although, alas! a vain one.
Just as he turned the corner of a street, who should Jamie see coming towards him, and at the distance of about fifty or eighty yards, but the much-dreaded Mr. Alston, his daughter, and a brother, a young man of about four-and-twenty! On recognising them, Jamie instantly stopped short, and, after a moment"s reflection, determined on having again recourse to his heels--no other way of escape, as in the former instance, appearing practicable. To this proceeding Jamie was further induced by an impression that he had not been seen, or at least recognised; but in this, as will appear, he was mistaken. However, not aware of the fact, Jamie turned quickly round, and fairly ran for it.
But, as we have already hinted, he had been both seen and known by the Alstons, and they, believing his anxiety to avoid them proceeded from excessive modesty, and a timid nature that shrank from the noise of its own good deeds, resolved on compelling Jamie to submit to their acknowledgments; and, acting on this resolution, the young man (who, by the way, was provided with an admirable pair of legs for such purposes) was despatched by his father and sister in pursuit. The effect of this proceeding on Jamie, who had become aware of it, by happening to turn round for an instant during his flight, was to accelerate his speed. He flew like the wind, knocking about and overturning several people in his rapid and furious career. Thus the run continued for several minutes, when Jamie, feeling his wind failing him, and becoming thereby sensible that he could not hold out much longer, made a sudden dive up a close--one of those convenient retreats for "gentlemen in difficulties;"
and, by this cleverly-executed movement, succeeded in fairly throwing out his pursuer, who, from the crowded state of the street, did not perceive the ruse, but held on his way vigorously, and afforded Jamie the inexpressible satisfaction of seeing him rush past the mouth of the entrance in which he was concealed. Feeling now in comparative safety, which, however, he further insured by going half-way up a stair, Jamie, who was a good deal blown by his exertion, took off his hat, and began wiping the perspiration from his face and forehead with his pocket-handkerchief, and doing all he could to recover his nearly exhausted breath.
"Hech," said Jamie, on beginning to respire more freely, and still wiping his face a.s.siduously, "this has been athegither a deevil o" a job. Such a rumpus to be kicked up a" out o" nothing! Chased as if I was a mad dog! It was the maist unlucky _ane_ ever I tell"t but catch me again savin onybody frae beein drooned! I"ll no touch that style again in a hurry, I warrant." And with such disjointed remarks as these on his unhappy essay in his peculiar art, Jamie beguiled the short time which he thought it necessary to remain in his concealment. This expired--or, in other words, thinking the coast now clear--Jamie stole cautiously down the stair, and, on arriving at the bottom, peeped into the close before venturing out. The survey being satisfactory, Jamie emerged, and stealing down the close like a cat, repeated at the foot of it the operation of peeping round him, before taking the bold measure of stepping into the street. No enemy was in sight, Jamie drew his breath for a desperate adventure. It was a rush he meditated, which should at once carry him clear of the dangerous locality; and he accomplished it.
From that hour, Jamie saw no more of the Alstons, and thus got out of the entangled web which he had woven for himself; but it was not long before he manufactured another, and a much more troublesome one.
The day on which the event in Jamie"s life which we have just recorded took place, was one of great stir and excitation in Glasgow. It was the day of the execution of the Radical, Swan; whose death, on account of his crime having been a political one, was to be attended with some of the appalling ceremonies and peculiar proceedings that usually mark the execution of traitors.
Following the general current of the population which, as the hour appointed for the horrid exhibition was at hand, was drawing towards the jail, Jamie soon found himself at the place of execution. Here the general, and in some things the particular, appearance of the preparations for the approaching tragedy, showed that it was to be one of a very unusual kind. A strong party of foot-soldiers surrounded the gibbet, while the approaches at either end of the jail were occupied by dragoons, who, from the peremptory manner in which they performed their duty, in repelling all attempts at affecting a pa.s.sage by the way which they guarded, sufficiently showed that their orders had been unusually strict. The crowd and general excitement was immense.
Amongst the other objects that attracted Jamie"s notice in this imposing scene, was a man holding a white horse, and standing a little way aloof from the crowd. The animal was an ordinary cart-horse, and the person who held it seemed to be a carter by profession. The situation of both seemed an odd and unsuitable one, considering attendant circ.u.mstances; and they, of course, attracted some notice, and excited some curiosity; the more so that the man looked as if he and his horse had some business there, and waiting for something or other. Jamie, among the rest, was struck with these indications, and, making up to the man, bluntly but civilly said--
"What are ye gaun to be aboot wi" the horse here, frien?"
"A job I dinna like verra weel," replied the man, whose face was pale, and lips white, with some strong internal feeling.
"What sort o" a job may that be?" inquired Jamie, his curiosity still further excited by this answer.
"If ye wait a while, ye"ll see," replied the person addressed, in a manner that intimated a desire to hold no further communication on the subject. Jamie took the hint, and walked off. In less than quarter-of-an-hour after, the dense ma.s.s of human beings that surrounded the gibbet seemed all at once struck with some new and strong feeling of excitement. A suppressed cry or exclamation rolled over that immense sea of heads; and the apathy which prevailed before was exchanged for a feeling of intense eagerness and restless curiosity. The first act of the tragedy had commenced; and it was the intelligence of this that was now working its way through the crowd, and producing the excitement alluded to. Conscious, with others, that the appalling proceedings of the occasion had opened, Jamie rushed towards the iron railings which enclosed a narrow paved way that ran round three sides of the jail, and there saw a scene more horrible than anything that even his own fertile imagination could have conceived. This was a hurdle, a machine somewhat resembling a Kamtschatkan sledge, raised slightly at either end, and to which was yoked the identical white horse, held by the head by the identical person, who had attracted Jamie"s notice a short while before.
Within this hurdle was seated, at one end, the executioner, with a broad, bright, short-handled axe resting on his shoulder; and opposite to him, in the other end, sat a quiet, composed-looking old man, of about sixty or sixty-five years of age. This was Swan, the unhappy man who was to suffer. In a second or two, the sledge moved on towards the scaffold; and in a second or two more Swan appeared upon the fatal platform. He was perfectly calm and collected throughout the whole of this trying scene, as was made sufficiently evident by his turning round to the executioner, and saying, with perfect composure, and an air of unconcerted simplicity, "Tammas, did ye ever see sic a crowd?" In a short time after, the miserable man was thrown off; and when he had hung about a quarter-of-an-hour or twenty minutes, three town-officers were seen to mount the scaffold and approach the body, which they immediately proceeded to lower--a ghastly spectacle, as they had to shoulder, handle, and support the corpse in the hideous operation. That operation performed, the body was placed in a position for decapitation, when suddenly another personage appeared on the scaffold. His step was quick and hurried. He wore a mask on his face, and was wrapped up in a loose black gown, which entirely concealed his person. On ascending the platform, this appalling personage, without looking to the right or left, quickly pa.s.sed his hand round or over the neck of the dead man, as if to ascertain the proper place to strike. This done, he, with the same expedition, raised the axe, and at one blow severed the head from the body, and instantly thereafter glided from the scaffold, as mysteriously and rapidly as he had ascended it; the whole being the work of not more, perhaps, than a minute.
All this, then, Jamie Murdieston saw, and it struck him with horror. But will the reader believe that it should have been the means of getting him into another of his lying predicaments? All will think, we daresay, that it should have had a very opposite effect, and have rather laid than aroused the fibbing spirit that was within him. But, verily, such was not the case.
On the evening of the same day, Jamie betook himself to a coffee-room, to spend an hour, which he found hanging heavy on his hands, in taking a peep of the papers, and listening to the varied and desultory conversations which are usually to be heard in such places of resort.
Being of a social and communicative disposition, Jamie soon began to take a share in the general talk. This talk, for the most part, as might be expected, bore reference to the recent execution, and to the popular movements out of which it had arisen.
"I"ll tell you what it is," said Jamie, who was at this particular moment pretty considerably muzzed--"I"ll tell ye what it is," he said, addressing two men who sat opposite him, and with whom he had got into familiar conversation--"the government had better no try ony mair o"
thae tricks" (meaning executions for political offences), "or they"ll maybe get their kail through the reek. There"s mair mischief brewin in the country than they"re aware o"."
"Faith, it"s just as ye say, frien," said one of the persons spoken to.
"There _is_ some wark gaun on that"ll bother the big-wigs at Lunnun, when the proper time comes. But _we"re_ no just ripe yet. Onything doin amang the _Friends_ in your pairt o" the country?"
"We"re gettin on cannily, but surely," replied Jamie, with a significant look to the querist. Then, with a wink, pregnant with mysterious intelligence--"I ken twa or three things aboot thae matters that haena been cried at the cross."
On this, one of the men opposite Jamie stretched himself across the table, and whispered in his ear--
"Are ye headin ony movement in your quarter, noo?"
Jamie replied with an expressive nod, and a look of great importance; but did not think it necessary, or perhaps safe, to speak.
"Gie"s yer haun, my frien," said the man who had whispered in Jamie"s ear, with an air of high-wrought enthusiasm. "I honour you for your principles," he added, shaking, with great cordiality, the hand that was extended to him, and at the same time turning off the contents of his gla.s.s to Jamie"s success.
"Thank ye, frien--thank ye," said Jamie, who, the reader will see, had all at once set up for a Radical leader. "I"ll tell ye what," he continued, now leaning over the table towards his cronies, and speaking in a cautiously low tone--"as I see ye"re friens o" the guid cause, I"ll gie ye some intelligence that ye"ll be glad aneugh to hear, I daresay.
We"re, ye see, a hunner strong in oor quarter, and as fine a set o"
stout, resolute fallows as ye wad wish to see, and a" ready to turn oot at a moment"s notice. I"m their captain, ye see. They hae done me the honour o" makin me their captain--a very unworthy, but a very willin ane. But, ah! sirs, we had a sad fecht to get arms; and they wad never hae been gotten an I hadna advanced a hunner poun oot o" my ain pouch; takin bills frae the committee for the amount, payable oot o" the first and readiest whan a"s settled."
"I"m sure _the_ cause is much indebted to ye," here interrupted one of Jamie"s new friends. "And hoo are ye armed noo, then?"
"Ou, pretty weel--pretty weel," replied Jamie--"maistly pikes; for, ye see, wi" oor sma" funds, we couldna touch fire-arms, although there"s a few o" thae among us too. But oor pikes"ll be found troublesome things, I"m thinkin. They"re made after a fashion o" my ain invention. This is the shape, ye see." And here Jamie dipped his forefinger into his tumbler, and therewith proceeded to draw the figure of a very formidable-looking weapon on the table. "That, ye see, is for stabbin, and that"s for cuttin, and that"s for hookin, and that"s for knockin doon," continued Jamie, pointing out the various properties of the complex instrument. "Winna that be a botherer?"
"My feth, in guid hauns it"ll be that," responded one of Jamie"s friends; and added, "Are ye drillin hard?"
"Every nicht that we hae the least glint o" moonshine," replied Jamie, without a moment"s hesitation. "I gie them twa hours o"t every nicht, and am teachin them a new sort o" pike exercise, that"ll be fand, if I"m no mistaen, particularly effectual in keepin off horse."
"Where learned ye the use o" that weapon, sir, if I may take the liberty of asking?" inquired the former querist.
Few questions found Jamie unprepared with an answer.
"I"ll tell ye that, frien," he replied. "It was in the Lancers. I was nine years a serjeant in that corps, which I left after the battle of Waterloo, in consequence o" a severe wound I got in that engagement. But what"s come o" yer frien?" here said Jamie, suddenly interrupting himself, and now adverting, for the first time, to the absence of the companion of the person whom he addressed, and who had slipped out, without saying anything, about a quarter-of-an-hour before.
"He"ll be here in a minute," was the reply; and the calculation was perfectly correct. In about a minute, the man appeared, but not alone.
He was now accompanied by three most equivocal-looking persons.
"That"s your man," he said, with an inclination of his head towards Jamie Murdieston.
"Friend," said one of the strangers, laying his hand on Jamie"s shoulder, "you"ll come along with us, if you please."
"Alang wi" you!" exclaimed Jamie, in the utmost amazement. "I wad like to ken whar and what for, first."