But the blinds were still kept up. He paced on a little further, and, seeing that no answer was returned to his application, repeated the rap a little louder than before.
"Who"s there?" cried a rough voice.
"A friend," answered Mike.
"What is your name?" said the other, evidently in agitation.
"I never gie my name through closed doors," answered Mike; "and sae lang as ane acts within the law, there"s nae use for imitatin the ways o"
jail birds. My name, however, is no unlike your lady"s maiden ane--an admission I mak through sheer courtesy and guid manners, and respect for her worthy faither."
The blind was taken down hurriedly, and a face covered with a great profusion of curly black hair presented itself. Mike drew down his hat, so as to cover his face, and, clapping Bess on the neck, paced along at great ease. After trying to scan his countenance, the gentleman seemed at a great loss.
"What is it, sir, that you wish with me?" said he, "or what is your object in thus disturbing peaceable travellers by legal turnpikes?"
"I beg your pardon," replied Mike. "The night is dark, and the road lonely; I thought ye micht hae wished a companion--sma" thanks for my courtesy. The gentlemen in the carriage that"s comin up behind, at a speed greater than yours, ken better what is due to Scottish civility. I accompanied them a s.p.a.ce, and enjoyed their conversation. They"re in search o" twa Gretna fugitives, and wished me to a.s.sist them in the pursuit. I"m sorry I left them, seein I hae forgathered wi" ithers wha dinna appreciate fully my motives. I think I canna do better than ask Bess to slacken her pace, and bring me again to the enjoyment o" their society and conversation."
A suppressed scream from a female within followed this speech. The gentleman withdrew his head, to a.s.sist the lady; the coachman looked round, and was inclined to halt; but the words, "Drive on!" rang in his ears, and he obeyed. Mike calmly kept his course, clapping Bess"s neck occasionally, and pretending not to notice the agitation and confusion within the carriage, where it seemed as if the lady had gone off in a faint. After some time, the same whiskered face appeared at the carriage-window.
"Hark ye, friend," said he, in an agitated tone; "you"re a Scotchman, I presume, and must be _up_, as we say in London. What would you take to put the gentlemen in the other carriage _off the scent_?"
"What scent?" asked Mike, gravely.
"The scent of the couple they"re after," said the other. "Could you not stimulate their noses with a red herring drag? Don"t understand me? Hey, man, quick! What say ye?"
"I understand ye," answered Mike, "mair easily than I can a.s.sist ye, I fear. The hounds ken their track owre weel. They"re for Berwick direct; but a Scotchman micht maybe send them scamperin to Newcastle--I mean that is possible, barely possible."
"Well, well!--what say ye?" replied the other. "Name your sum. Come, quick!"
"Let me see," said Mike; "by returnin, I may lose the market--a dead loss o" twenty pound, at least. Gie me that, and I"ll answer for their being twenty miles on their way to Newcastle by the time ye"re twenty miles on to Berwick."
"Here, here, then," said the gentleman, holding out his hand.
Mike met him half-way, and received a handful of guineas, among which was a ring.
"Keep yersel and the braw leddy easy," said he, as he put the money into his pocket. "Drive on, my lad" (to the driver), "and, if ye keep aff the Newcastle road, ye"ll no fa" into the hands o" the chancellor."
With these words, Mike drew up Bess"s head, turned, and sauntered slowly back to Gretna, gratifying his humour by a few words of soliloquy.
"But whar is the coach, wi" its contents, I was to send on to Newcastle?
A principle o" honesty I hae aboot me maks me almost wish for an opportunity o" fulfillin my promise; but a" I undertook to insure was safety, and if they hae safety ony way, they get value for their siller; so, after a", I"m nae cheat. But here"s anither coach drivin at deil"s speed."
"Holloa! sirrah!" cries a person from the window; "met you a carriage on your way, driving quickly, and with closed blinds, towards Berwick?"
"You"ll no likely find what ye want atween this and Berwick," replied Mike. "But I dinna wonder at your speed; I could almost wish to flee after her mysel. Sweet cratur!--she maun be fond o" whiskers."
"Then you have met the carriage!" cried the man, with great vehemence, quickened by the concluding remark of Mike. "Quick, quick--tell us where they are, and whither going. We lose time."
"I lose nane," replied Mike; "I"m saunterin at ony rate, thinkin o" my poverty; are o" the very warst o" a" subjects o" mortal meditation."
"Will money drag a direct answer from you, sir?" cried the man.
"No; but it will draw it out o" me as smoothly as oil," replied Mike.
"Here, then," said the other, handing him some--"will that satisfy you?"
"Double it," said Mike, "and I"ll halve your labour."
The eagerness of the pursuers forced a ready compliance.
"The lady and gentleman you are in quest o"," said Mike, "hae changed their minds, and are on to Newcastle. They gave out Berwick as a decoy--an hour"s ridin will bring ye up to them. But, hark ye! I have acted honourably by you--you maun do the same by me; and, therefore, when ye come up to the fugitives, ye will act discreetly, and say naething o" your informer. A nod"s as guid"s a wink----ye ken the rest."
The pursuers took no time to reply, but flew off at full speed to Newcastle, while Mike sought, at his ease, his mother"s house, at a little distance from Gretna. About two hours after he arrived, a loud knock came to the door. Mike himself opened it.
"Is your name Mike Maxwell?" said a man habited like a sheriff-officer.
"It is," said Mike; "and wha in thae parts doesna ken me, either by grip or sicht?"
"It"s by the first I get my acquaintance o" folk," said the officer, as he seized his prisoner. "I apprehend ye in the name o" the king, for highway robbery, committed on a lady and gentleman bound for Berwick."
Maxwell threw himself back, and, freeing himself from the grasp of the man, laid him, by one blow, at his feet. His humour was gratified; and, laughing boisterously, he lifted the messenger from the ground.
"That was merely for your impudence," said Mike. "I"m owre confident o"
innocence, either to fecht or flee. A present is nae robbery--they gied me what I got o" their ain free-will and accord; and, if this is the way they tak to get their gifts back again, I can only say that the presents o" the English to the Scotch are like their blows--weel returned."
"Then you admit having the property of the lady and gentleman," said a second officer, who, attended by a concurrent, now came up. "We must search you."
"There"s nae occasion for that," said Mike; "there"s the guineas and the ring."
"But where is the portmanteau and the papers?" said the officer, as he took the gold. "Search the house, Jem, while we hold him; the hen"s no far off when the chicken whistles."
The man searched the house. Mike looked surprised and confused, and suspected they had mistaken their man. He told them he had taken no portmanteau, and expressed total ignorance of what they meant. The men only laughed at him; they had got a d.a.m.ning evidence against him already--the ring, which had carved on it the initials "C. B." (Charles Beachum), the individual who had been robbed; and they did not require to hesitate an instant about his apprehension. They therefore carried him direct to Dumfries Jail.
Next morning, the news had spread far and wide that Mike Maxwell had been apprehended for highway robbery; he and another individual, unknown, having, on the previous night, attacked a travelling-carriage, knocked down the driver, wounded the gentleman, frightened the lady, and carried off a portmanteau filled with valuable articles, and particularly many important doc.u.ments, together with the gentleman"s diamond ring (which had been found on Maxwell"s person), and other things of great value. On being examined, Maxwell thought it best to tell (with a slight exception) the truth; that he had followed the carriage to inform the runaway couple that they were pursued, and had received the money and the ring for undertaking to disappoint their pursuers. He kept the secret to himself, that when he got the money he did not know, certainly, that there were any persons in pursuit, and had therefore obtained it on false pretences; but, even with this prudent qualification, his examination was held to be just as complete an admission of the highway robbery as any criminal ever uttered, under the excitement of fear or the promise of pardon. The great desideratum was the portmanteau, which the robbers had carried off; and this, by the request of Captain Beachum, who had left instructions to that effect at the next inn, as he proceeded onwards, was searched for by many individuals, under promise of a very high reward.
About two hours after his examination, Maxwell was told that a young woman wished to get in to see him. He knew at once who it was; and the jailer, who was an old acquaintance, permitted her to enter.
"The secret that is denied to true love," said Alice, as she stood before Mike, looking at him sorrowfully and dignifiedly, "is sometimes told to the king. You hate my country, yet an Englishwoman would have saved you, if your confidence had been equal to the love you have expressed for me. When I asked you how you lived, you told me that a lover requires little food. How much, Mike Maxwell, does a prisoner within these walls either require or get? What avails your Scottish cunning now, and how much does it transcend English honesty? But, thank heaven, I have made a narrow escape! What would your strength, your fair face, and manly bearing, which have made such conquests at our country games, have yielded me of pride or pleasure, if I had been wedded to a _robber_? Is it possible that that word and Mike Maxwell claim kindred?--that Alice Parker, who treasured up your image in her bosom as a sacred thing, or a charm against the evil eye, should this day be doomed to the pain of saying that that hateful word and the name of her heart"s choice are one and the same? Miserable hour!"
"Alice," replied Maxwell, "I did you injustice. I should have confided everything to your bosom; but I didna require to pollute that pure casket wi" the confidence o" a robber. I am nae robber--the first man wha said the word was laid in an instant at my feet, and sae should a"
slanderers be served. I defy Scotland and England to prove Mike Maxwell a robber."
"The ring you have given up to the sheriff," said Alice, "is proof against you."
"Ha, Alice," replied Mike, laughing, "rings are dangerous things. Was the ane I got frae you, wi" a plait o" that raven hair in"t, a sign o"
robbery?"
"Would to heaven that it had been such a sign!" said the maiden; "I would not then have had to lament this miserable hour, and this dreadful night." (Pausing.) "But can it be, Mike, that you are so hardened in vice that you can laugh in a jail?"
"And why no, my love, if ane is innocent?" replied Maxwell. "I am indebted for this apprehension to some enemy--probably my rival, Giles Baldwin--who has got up a story about a portmanteau that never was stolen; and my honesty in confessin that I got the ring frae the gentleman for puttin the English beagles wha pursued him aff the scent, has gien the lee some colour o" truth. Conscious as I am o" my innocence, I am determined to keep up my spirits, laugh at my enemies till I get out, and then mak game o" their banes, by giein them joints whar nature never intended them to be."