"Ha! you"re warden"s men, then," said the freebooter, alarmed at the discovery that he was in the hands of the dreaded enemy of his profession, and becoming instantly more calm and subdued in his manner.
"Weel, there"s nae help for"t, lads--every dog has his day. I hae had mine, and I suppose I maun now straught a tow at Witherington. Deil may care," he added, after a moment"s pause--"it"s no sax yards o" cord, even though there should be a loop at the end o"t, that"s gaun to frighten Geordie Bourne." Then instantly recovering all the natural intrepidity of his character, he began to shout out, even while his captors were in the act of still further securing his arms by additional ligatures--
"And it"s hey, my lads, for the bonny moonlight, That on mountain and muirland is streamin sae bright, Gae saddle my steed, for I maun ride the night As far as the English border.
""Tak tent, Jock, lad, for the warden"s men Are ridin o"er hill and ridin through glen."
Tuts, sax Scots lads "ll keep twascore-and-ten O" sic f.e.c.kless loons in order."
And Geordie would have gone on with the complimentary stanzas, of which the first and second have been quoted, had he not been interrupted by a peremptory command to move on. The troop had now formed round the captive, who, besides having his arms bound, as already described, was secured to two hors.e.m.e.n, one on each side of him; and in this order the whole party marched on towards Witherington, where they arrived a little before the hour of supper, when Geordie was immediately conveyed to the strong room appropriated for the reception of such involuntary visiters.
Having thus secured his prisoner, Watt Tomlins repaired to Sir Robert Cary, and informed him that Geordie Bourne was taken, and in custody.
"Ha! so you have caught him at last, Watt! I am glad of it," said the warden. "Did he make any resistance?"
"None, my lord," replied Tomlins. "We were too many for him. We took him as gently as a lamb, merely by knocking him down."
"Very gentle proceeding, indeed, Tomlins. It"s so far well, however--glad there"s no one hurt. What like a fellow is he, this Bourne, Watt? I have heard much of the knave"s valour and strength, and should like to see him. He would be an acquisition, the rogue, to my troop, if he could be prevailed upon to take to such an honest calling.
Why, I would spare the rascal"s life if he would, for I cannot help respecting his bravery, and am loth to put him to death, both on that account and on account of my friend, Sir Robert Kerr, who has a kindness for the knave."
"Why, my lord, as to his appearance," said Tomlins, "he is, I must say, as pretty a fellow as ever put foot in stirrup--six feet, every inch, my lord--and a chest like a horse"s; but I fear we couldn"t depend on him."
"I doubt that myself, Tomlins," said the warden; "however, I"ll think of the matter; but I am unwilling to hang the rogue, if any good at all could be found in him. I"ll think of it, however, Tomlins--I"ll think of it," repeated Sir Robert; at the same time nodding his head in a manner expressive of his wish to be left alone.
Tomlins, taking the hint, bowed, and retired.
Soon after the supper-hour of the garrison, and when all was quiet within the castle, the door of the strong room in which Geordie Bourne was confined was cautiously opened, and three persons, dressed in the livery of warden"s men, entered the apartment. Geordie"s athletic figure was extended at full length upon a bench, when the intruders first made their appearance; but he started up on their entrance, and presented such an appalling personification of strength and ferocity, as startled for a moment those who had thus voluntarily obtruded themselves on his seclusion; and, secure as they were--for they were well armed, while he was totally defenceless--they could not contemplate his thick muscular throat, which was bare--thus giving full effect to the fierce but bold and manly countenance of the outlaw--without misgivings as to their safety with such a powerful and desperate man.
Suppressing this fear, however, which, indeed, was wholly unnecessary, as the prisoner neither entertained, nor even conceived for a moment, any intention of doing them an injury--
"Geordie," said the foremost of the visiters, "we have stolen a march on your keepers, just to condole with you a little on your unhappy mischance. We are really sorry to see a brave man like you, Geordie, in this melancholy condition, and we have come to express this to you, and to beg of you to believe that we would help ye out of your strait, if we could."
"Thank ye, friends, thank ye," replied the captive; "but it"s a" owre now wi" Geordie Bourne. It"s a" luck, lads, a" luck; and the chance has gane against me--that"s a". Never mind: I hae dune pretty fair wark on the English side in my day, and that"s some comfort. There"s twa or three there, I"m thinkin, that"ll no be inconsolable for my fate, nor be at ony loss whether to laugh or to cry when they hear o" my end."
"Ay, Geordie," said one of his visiters, "you have been a pretty wild gallant in your day, as we have heard. Tom," continued the speaker, now turning round to and addressing one of his a.s.sociates, "go to the b.u.t.tery, and get a jorum of double ale for our friend Bourne here. It will comfort him a little, and lighten heavy thoughts a bit."
The order thus given was immediately obeyed, and in two or three minutes the messenger returned with a large tankard of the beverage just named.
The vessel was handed to Geordie, who instantly applied it to his lips, and took such a copious draught of its powerful contents as soon produced a very sensible effect upon him. His eye began to glisten, and his whole countenance to beam with a savage humour; and, as a natural concomitant of these symptoms, he became extremely communicative. But hold, Geordie, lad--hold, if ye value your life. Be cautious--ye know not who is listening to you. Make no unnecessary disclosures of your little peccadilloes. You long-tongued fool, what a.s.surance have ye that the lord-warden himself does not hear every word you are saying? You know not who are your auditors--neither, apparently, do you care. On, on ye go--little recking that you are but securing your own destruction.
"Ye say right, freends," now said the unwary freebooter; "I have been a pretty rough gallant in my day, and hae dune some things that your warden here would scarce thank me for, I"m thinkin." And, with this preface, Geordie proceeded to unfold a tale of crime that made his auditors stand aghast, accustomed as they were, from the nature of their duties and peculiar situation, to scenes of bloodshed and rapine.
Of these voluntary confessions of Geordie"s, as many of them were wholly unfit to be recorded, we will enter into no details, but content ourselves with saying that they included almost every species of human wickedness, and brought on the head of the perpetrator a responsibility for almost every conceivable description of human guilt.
Nor was the horrible effect of these disclosures lessened by the manner in which they were made. The marauder chuckled and laughed as he related the various deeds of violence in which he had been concerned, either as a princ.i.p.al or accessory; and with look and manner called on his auditors for approbation of the dexterity with which some of his robberies had been conducted; and, to say truth, there certainly were many of them contrived with an ingenuity, and executed with a boldness, coolness, and dexterity, which would have gained for Geordie immortal renown, had he had the good fortune to have been born a Spartan. As it was, however, they only secured him a halter.
"Believe me or no, lads," thus Geordie introduced one of his adventures, "I ance rode saxty miles in ae nicht, without ever drawin bridle, except for about the s.p.a.ce o" five minutes. I left my ain hoose at the gloamin--rode thirty miles--did my job--and was back again other thirty before c.o.c.k-crawin, without ever being missed by onybody."
"By my troth, an excellent night"s work, George," said the spokesman of the three warden"s men. "Pray, what was the cause of your making such an extraordinary exertion on that particular occasion?"
"Why, the cause, ye see, sirs, was just this," replied Geordie: "At the last Border meeting at Lockerby, a c.u.mberland man, o" the name Tinlin, comes up to me, and he says, says he, "Geordie, and it warna for breakin the peace, I wad like to break your head, for I dinna believe ye"re the man ye pretend to be." Weel, ye see, sirs, I drew--as I had guid cause to do--and was about to lend the fellow a lick wi" my whinger, when wha should come up behint me at the moment, and grip my sword-arm, but Sir Robert Kerr, just as I was gaun to strike? "Ha, Geordie!" said he, "at your auld tricks again! Come, put up your whinger, my man, and dinna be breakin the peace o" the meetin." Weel, you see, as Sir Robert was a good freend o" mine, and had stood my part in many a strait, I did as he bade me, but wi" a secret oath that I wad tak an opportunity after o"
clearin scores wi" Tinlin. And, by my feth, it wasna lang or I got amends o" him. The very next nicht, having beforehand learned whar he lived, I slippit my beast quietly out o" the stable, mounted and set off at a swingin trot for Tinlin"s, where I arrived about twelve o"clock at nicht--a distance o" thirty miles; but I kent every fit o" the way. On reachin the house, I rapped at the door. "Wha"s there?" cried Tinlin, jumpin out o" his bed. "A friend," said I; and I gied him ane o" your ain names, lads--that is, the name o" ane o" your ain men whom I kent he knew--and said I was frae the warden wi" a message to him to attend a muster. Weel, you see, on that Tinlin opens the door. I was stannin ready wi" my drawn whinger in my hand; and the moment he did this, I gied him at least a foot o" the cauld airn in his wame, before he could say Tintock, and he fell dead at my feet. Having done this, I entered the house, turned out his wife and weans to the drift, set fire to the biggin, and mounted my horse by the licht o"t; and, in little mair than four hours after, was in my ain house, without ony ane being a bit the wiser."
And here Geordie gave a chuckle of satisfaction at the recollection of his atrocious feat, and looked to his auditors for a similar expression of approbation. In this, however, he was disappointed. They were by far too much horrified by what they had heard even to a.s.sume the appearance of gratification. Indeed, the feelings of him who seemed to be a sort of leading personage amongst the three appeared, from the sudden gravity and sternness of expression which now sat on his countenance, to have undergone a complete and unfavourable change regarding the prisoner. His manner towards him was no longer marked by that frankness and familiarity which had distinguished it on his first entrance; and, in place of listening with anything like interest, or exhibiting any appearance of being entertained by Geordie"s communications, as he had been for a time, he now sat with his arms folded across his breast, seemingly engrossed in thoughts of his own. Geordie perceived the change alluded to in his auditor, and immediately drew in; but it was too late.
He had already said more than would have hanged a dozen. Abandoning, however, the confessional, or it might perhaps be more correctly called the boasting system, Geordie now took up the pathetic, and resumed, after a short pause--
"But it"s a" owre wi" Geordie Bourne now, lads; he"ll hae nae mair hanlin o" such doings as these. No; I"ll see the bonny holms o" Netherby nae mair, nor the saft moonlight fa"in on the Cheviot Fells.
"And it"s hame, hame, hame, my bonny brown steed, And its riderless hame ye maun gang; The warden has me fast, and this nicht is my last, For he swears that the morn I maun hang.""
"I doubt it is even so, Geordie," said the person, gravely, to whom we have above alluded, on the former"s concluding this very appropriate ditty, at the same time rising from his seat, and immediately after bidding the prisoner coldly a good-night, when he quitted the apartment, followed by his a.s.sociates, the last of whom carefully secured the door with bolt and padlock.
On leaving the captive, his three visiters proceeded down the private staircase, that led to the warden"s library, which they entered, when he who had acted as spokesman during the interview with Geordie Bourne hastily began to divest himself of the livery in which he was attired--a process which gradually discovered the richer and more imposing dress of the lord warden underneath; the person spoken of being no other than Sir Robert Cary himself, who had adopted the disguise which he had just thrown off, in order at once to gratify his curiosity with a sight of the celebrated freebooter who was his prisoner, and to ascertain whether he could not discover anything in the man which might afford him a pretext for sparing his life, which, as has been already hinted, he felt some disposition to do. The result, however, of this benevolent attempt we leave the warden himself to communicate. Having thrown off his disguise, he flung himself into a chair, and, leaning his head upon his hand, thought in silence for a few moments; then looking to Watt, who was one of the three that had visited the prisoner, and who was now waiting the warden"s commands regarding him--
"That fellow Bourne must hang, Watt," he said; "he must, by Saint Eloy.
There never was such a villain on the face of this earth. I cannot spare him--I must not; it would be a gross dereliction of my duty to spare the life of such an atrocious ruffian. Hang, therefore, he must, Watt; and do you see that execution be done upon him betimes to-morrow morning."
On the following morning, when the gates of Witherington Castle were thrown open, the lifeless body of Geordie Bourne was seen hanging from a beam in one of the inner courtyards of the building.
THE FORGER.
In a small town in the south of Scotland, there lived, about seventy years since, a person of the name of Wotherspoon. He was a merchant, and reputed wealthy. But Mr Wotherspoon"s wealth was not by any means the sole cause of the respect in which he was held by all who knew him; although, no doubt, it had the usual effect in this way, even in his case. He was respected for his integrity in his dealings, and for the excellence of his moral character generally; while he was esteemed, nay, beloved, for his singularly mild, kind, and inoffensive disposition.
At the period of our story, Mr Wotherspoon was about thirty-two years of age; and, as he had been remarkably industrious in, and attentive to, the business in which he was engaged, and not a little fortunate in some speculations into which he had entered, he had, even at this comparatively early stage of life, acquired the reputation already alluded to--namely, that of being a wealthy man. But it was not in reputation alone that Mr Wotherspoon was rich. He was actually and truly so; and he was so, too, without ever having done a mean thing to obtain his money; more, it is suspected, than can be said of nine-tenths of those who acquire wealth by their own exertions.
Having arrived at this prosperity, Mr Wotherspoon thought he might now, with every propriety, take a step which he had long meditated, but which he had hitherto refrained from taking, at once from a sense of honour and from motives of prudence. This step was, to marry. The object of Mr Wotherspoon"s affections, however, was not yet to seek: she had long been found; and it was his desire and anxiety to be previously possessed of means sufficient to secure to her that degree of happiness and comfort to which he conceived her ent.i.tled, alone, that had prevented them uniting their destinies many years before. But the period had now arrived, he thought, when this could be done without imprudence.
The lady of Mr Wotherspoon"s choice was a Miss Edington, the daughter of a neighbouring country gentleman, of respectable family, but of small fortune. Lucy Edington was a singularly beautiful girl; and in character and disposition as estimable, as in person she was lovely. But William Wotherspoon, though the favoured, was not the only lover of Lucy Edington. Her patience and good temper were severely tried by the pertinacious addresses of a young man in her own neighbourhood of the name of Lorimer. This person was the son of a farmer, and had been brought up to the profession of the law in Edinburgh, where, however, he had, by wild and extravagant courses, destroyed his own health, and nearly ruined his father.
For some years previous to this period, he had been leading an idle life at home--ill health, brought on by his own reckless conduct, having, in the first instance, compelled him to abandon his profession, and an unsettled disposition and dissipated habits preventing him from resuming it, when he could no longer plead the apology of indisposition.
Lorimer, however, was a decidedly clever young man, and his abilities, had they been seconded by good moral principles, would undoubtedly have, in time, raised him high in his profession; but the latter were entirely awanting in his character, as he never suffered any considerations of propriety, decency, or even common honesty, to interfere with, or interrupt the indulgence of, his appet.i.tes. He had acquired, moreover, a complete knowledge of, and great dexterity in, the practice of the chicaneries of law, or rather, perhaps, in the art of violating or evading it. The baser departments of legal knowledge had been his chief study. Indeed, for them he had a natural turn, and always felt more in his element when helping a man to cheat his neighbour, than when a.s.sisting him to recover his rights. In the former case, he was quite at home--all sharpness and intellect. In the latter, he was no more than a very ordinary person, evincing none of that tact or talent which carried him so swimmingly through the other. But Lorimer, though a clever knave, had none of the redeeming qualities--if such a character can be conceded them--which are frequently found in persons of his description; we mean, liveliness and good humour. He was not a facetious scoundrel. On the contrary, he was quiet, reserved, and morose. He was, in short, what is called a deep designing villain, and the saturnine and sinister expression of his countenance at once proclaimed this.
Such, then, was the rival of William Wotherspoon for the love of Lucy Edington; but he was a rival only by his own const.i.tuting, not by any encouragement which he received from Lucy, who loathed and detested him.
Lorimer, however, though in part aware of this, persevered in his suit; hoping, in time, to accomplish, by the exercise of his best and favourite faculty, cunning, what honest dealing could not achieve for him.
All his ingenuity, however, could not prevent the marriage of William Wotherspoon and Lucy Edington from taking place. They were united; and the "happy occasion" was celebrated with much mirth and festivity; but the spirit of a demon was hovering over the ceremonies, in the shape of the evil wishes of Lorimer, whose worst pa.s.sions, where all were bad, were excited to their utmost tension by an occurrence which at once extinguished his own hopes for ever, and consummated those of the man whom, of all others, he most detested--Wotherspoon.
From the hour in which that occurrence took place, Lorimer vowed the most deadly vengeance against his successful rival, and determined that, if ever an opportunity should present itself of doing him an injury, he would avail himself of it, although it were to the extent of his utter destruction and ruin.
Of doing Wotherspoon personal violence, Lorimer did not dream; not that he would not willingly have torn him to pieces, if he could, but, besides being something of a coward, he had a wholesome terror of those laws, which his knowledge of them, seconded by his own inclinations, told him it was safer to evade than to brave.
His schemes of vengeance, therefore, took a professional complexion, if, indeed, vague as they at this time were, they could be said to have a.s.sumed any complexion at all. He hoped, in short, by some means or other, to get Wotherspoon involved in the meshes of the law. In the meantime, indeed, there was no prospect whatever of this, or of any other mode of injuring him, being likely to present itself. But the time might come, he thought; and in this hope he cherished his wrath, which, as the sequel will show, was none the worse for keeping.
In the meantime, years pa.s.sed on, and Wotherspoon continued to prosper in his business; while his domestic happiness--which had been, since the day of his marriage, all, nay, more than he had ever, even in his most sanguine moments, expected--was yearly increasing, with successive additions to his little family circle. In the lover of his youth, Mr Wotherspoon found a kind and affectionate companion of his more advanced years; for Lucy Edington underwent none of those unamiable changes which so frequently attend a change of condition with those of her s.e.x, and which so often mar the happiness of the married life, by occasioning disappointment and regret. If somewhat less volatile than when a maiden, such deficiency was more than compensated for by the matronly grace with which some years of the married state had invested her. But, in manner and disposition, Lucy Edington remained unchanged.
The time which flew thus happily and prosperously over the married pair, and saw them conduct themselves in all circ.u.mstances, and on all occasions, with a propriety that merited this good fortune, witnessed very different conduct and very different results on the part of Lorimer. That worthless person still remained an idler about his father"s house, breaking the old man"s heart with his wild and dissolute practices; for in these he continued to indulge whenever he could command the means; and, as to the mode of obtaining these means, he was not at all scrupulous, as his father rather frequently found to his cost. Young Lorimer would now, in short, do almost anything for money, for which he was often greatly at a loss, to enable him to pursue his desperate and reckless courses; and, acting on this principle, he had opened a source of occasional emolument, by practising, in a small and irregular way, the profession to which he had been bred. He became a low pettifogger, and quickly grew notorious throughout the country as legal adviser in all cases of roguery.