"So this is the kind of thing your Tory and your Jacobite is capable of!" he remarked with stinging scorn to his richer rival.
"Don"t you think, Mr. Fairburn," answered the Squire with dignified calmness, restraining himself marvellously well, "don"t you think that instead of vilifying a cause as far above your comprehension as the majority of its advocates are above you in breeding, in education, in station, it would be more sensible to give me your help in attending to these poor misguided fellows lying wounded on all sides?"
Fairburn winced; his rival had certainly the advantage in the controversy, and none knew it better than the two boys. George did not fail to observe the little flush of satisfaction that for an instant lit up his antagonist"s countenance, and, like his father, he too winced.
However, not another needless word was said, while the two men and their sons, with the help of some of the Fairburn colliers who were still on the spot, gave attention to the wounded and extinguished the burning rubbish. Then the Blacketts, father and son, raising their hats to the Fairburns, took their departure.
It may well be supposed that this series of unhappy incidents did not tend to narrow the breach between the two colliery owners and their people. Fairburn, unlike his old self, was greatly incensed, and talked much of prosecutions and so forth. But nothing came of it, the man"s sound native sense presently leading him to adopt George"s opinion. Said the boy, "Where would be the good, father? Their side got most of the broken heads anyhow, and that"s enough for us." It was a youngster"s view of the case, but it had its merits.
So Fairburn grumbled and rebuilt his few wrecked sheds, his grumblings dying out as the work proceeded. George"s own thoughts were bitter enough, however, so far as Matthew Blackett was concerned. He could not get it out of his head that the young squire, as the folks around styled Matthew, was at the bottom of the riot and indeed secretly its ringleader.
A month or two pa.s.sed away, and spring came. One day the elder Fairburn, on his return from London in his collier, made a great announcement.
"I"ve got you a grand place, my lad," he said. "It is in the office of Mr. Allan, one of the finest shipping-merchants in London. "Tis a very great favour, and will be the making of you, if you prove to be the lad I take you to be. You are now fifteen, and it is time you went from home to try your fortune; in fact, you"ll be all the better away from here--for certain reasons I need not go into. You are a lucky lad, George,--I wish I had had half your chance when I was in my teens."
The son knew very well from his father"s tone and manner that it was useless to argue the matter with him. To London he would have to go, and he prepared to face the unwelcome prospect like a man.
Yet, to add to his chagrin and disappointment, there came to him just at that time the news that young Blackett was proposing to enter the army as soon as he was old enough. The Squire was anxious that his son should have a commission, and as he was wealthy, and his party was now decidedly winning in the political race, there would not only be no difficulties in Matthew"s way, but a fine prospect of advancement for the youth.
"Who would have thought that that lanky weakling would choose a soldier"s trade!" George Fairburn said to himself. "I had quite expected him to go to Oxford and become either a barrister or a bishop. He"s a lucky fellow! And I--I am--well, never mind; it"s silly to go on in this way. I don"t like Blackett, but I am bound to confess he"s got good fighting stuff in him."
When William III was on his deathbed he is reported to have said, "I see another scene, and could wish to live a little longer." His keen political foresight was soon confirmed. It was in March, 1702, he died; in the May of the same year war was proclaimed, the combination of powers known as the Grand Alliance on the one side, Louis XIV, the Grand Monarque, on the other. The nations belonging to the Grand Alliance were at first England, Holland, and the Empire; at later dates Sweden, Denmark, and most of the States of Germany came in, a strong league. But it was needed. Louis was the most powerful sovereign in Europe, and France the richest nation. To its resources were added those of Spain and her dependencies; for the most part, at any rate, for there were portions even of Spain which would have preferred the Archduke Charles to Philip of France, and it was the cause of Charles that England and the other members of the Alliance were espousing. Thus began the war known in history as the War of the Spanish Succession, which for several years gave work to some of the most remarkable generals in European story.
Of these great soldiers, John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough, or rather, as he was at the outbreak of the war, the Earl of Marlborough, was at once the most gifted with military genius and the most successful. He was now fifty-two years of age, and one of the leading men at the Court of Queen Anne. He had seen a fair amount of military service, and had earned the praise of William III, a judge of the first order in such matters. But the England of that day could not be blamed if it failed to foresee the brilliancy of fame with which its general would ere long surround himself.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Map Of Western Europe In The Time Of Queen Anne. The shading represents the dominions of Louis XIV.]
He was known as a brave and an able officer, not much more, except that he was known also to be a great miser. His wife, Sarah Jennings, now the Countess of Marlborough, was in high favour with the new Queen; indeed, she was at that time the most influential subject in the kingdom.
To Marlborough, then, was given the command of the combined English and Dutch forces.
It needs no telling that the declaration of war, a war in which the greater part of Europe would most likely be involved, caused no small consternation among those whose business was with the sea and with shipping. Fairburn"s business necessitated that his single brig should be constantly running to and from London, and it was early rumoured that French cruisers and privateers were prowling about the North Sea and the Channel. A schooner of considerable size, belonging to Squire Blackett, had, indeed, been chased, off the Norfolk coast, and had escaped only by the fact that it was lightly laden--it was returning in ballast to the Tyne--and by its superior sailing qualities. Such things brought home to every collier the realities of the situation.
George"s mother grew alarmed.
"Who knows," said the good woman, "whether the same Frenchman may not still be on the watch, and seize the _Ouseburn La.s.sie_ and her cargo; and, worse than all, my dear boy on board of her?"
Her husband was not without his fears either, but George laughed at the notion of capture by a French vessel.
"I"ll go and have a talk with old Abbott, the skipper," he said, "and see what he thinks about it."
"Well, George, my lad," the old salt said when the boy questioned him on the point, "it"s like this. It"s not impossible we may get a Frenchy down on us. But we shan"t strike our colours if there"s the least chance of doing anything by a bit of fighting. The master"s a man of peace, but between you and me"--the old fellow sank his voice to a whisper--"I"ve got stowed away, unbeknown to him, four tidy little guns; real beauties they are, if small. You shall help me to use "em on the Mounseers, if they won"t leave us alone."
To a lad of George Fairburn"s stamp such a prospect was glorious.
"I"m quite ready to go, mother," he announced, "on the brig"s very next trip." Mother and father made no reply, but the former turned away to hide her tears. The lad must go and begin his new life. For a few days all was bustle and preparation, George in the seventh heaven of delight. The long voyage in a grimy and uncomfortable collier had no terrors for him; he was too much accustomed to coal dust for that. And was there not a chance that before the Thames was reached he might see a brush with a Frenchman?
The last evening at home for him came, and he took a stroll to get a final look at the familiar surroundings. It was now the very heart of summer, the weather glorious: could any boy be sad at such a time, even though there was before him the parting from home, from an indulgent and much-loved mother, from a just and honourable as well as affectionate father? George whistled and sang as he wandered across the fields, careless whither his footsteps led him.
As fate would have it, he was proceeding generally in the direction of Mr. Blackett"s great house, Binfield Towers, a mansion almost entirely hidden by thick woods from the public gaze. George knew these woods well, with their acres of bluebells and their breadths of primroses in the Spring, and their wealth of dogroses in June. He turned into the footpath that crossed the plantations, and presently found himself gazing at the mansion a hundred yards away. The place was almost new, the style that was known in later days as Queen Anne"s. But George knew nothing of architectural styles, and was idly counting the mult.i.tude of windows when he was startled by a cracked old voice calling to him from the other side of the fence that separated the wood from the gra.s.splots in front of the house.
"For G.o.d"s sake, come along and help, my good lad," cried an old man in livery, beckoning him frantically.
"What"s the matter?" George asked quickly.
"The house is on fire," was the reply, "and there"s n.o.body at home but the women folk, except old Reuben, and he"s just about as much use as me, and that"s none at all, I reckon."
"Where"s Mr. Blackett?" the lad asked as he cleared the fence at a bound, and stood by the old man"s side on the lawn.
"Gone off to a party, and young Master Matthew with him. Run and do what you can, for Heaven"s sake, and I"ll follow."
George bounded across the gra.s.s like a hare, and bolted into the house without ceremony, for he now perceived smoke issuing from several of the front windows. In the hall he found old Reuben, the aged butler, whom Mr. Blackett still provided with a home, doing what he could to stay the progress of the flames, by throwing upon the burning staircase little pailfuls of water brought by the maid servants. But, in truth most of the women were screaming, and those who were not were fainting.
"I"m almost moidered with it all," the old fellow cried helplessly, to which the superannuated gardener, who now came wheezing in, added, "Aye, we"re both on us moidered."
George glanced at the futile old couple, then cast his eye upwards, to the various stretches of the grand staircase which could be seen from the well below. Almost every length of the banisters was blazing, and the cracked and broken skylight above caused a fierce upward draught.
"It"s at the top the water should be poured down," George cried, taking in the situation in an instant. "I"ll see if I can get up." And in spite of the shouts of the old fellows, and the redoubled shrieks of the maids, the lad skipped up two or three of the flights that zigzagged up the staircase well.
At the second floor, however, he was almost overwhelmed by a great ma.s.s of smoke mingled with flame that shot suddenly out of the long corridor running right and left. Blinded, choked, scorched, George staggered back, tripped, and with a clatter fell down the six or eight steps he had mounted of that flight, and lay for a moment on the broad carpeted landing half-dazed. But speedily recovering himself, he perceived that the portion of the stairs from which he had just fallen was now blazing fiercely.
"It is useless!" he cried to himself, as he turned to descend to the servants below.
Then, before he had made two steps agonizing shrieks rang out from somewhere above, and he stopped dead, almost appalled.
"Miss Mary and Mrs. Maynard!" he heard the old men shout from below, and the cries of the women servants grew frantic, as the little band gazed terror-stricken upwards. George, too, cast his eyes aloft, and there, to his utter dismay, were dimly seen through the smoke a couple of female forms peeping from the topmost corridor.
He knew well enough by sight Mr. Blackett"s little daughter of eleven and her governess, a stately old lady, said to be an impoverished relative of the Squire himself. The little pony chaise in which the two were wont to drive about the neighbourhood was, indeed, familiar to every soul in the district.
"We had forgotten them, we had forgotten them!" came a voice just below him, and there stood old Reuben, who had pulled himself up the steps a little way. "They are lost!" the aged servant moaned. "Oh dear, oh dear!" And the poor old fellow blundered down the steps again, weeping like a child.
"Is there any other staircase up to the top of the house?" the boy called after him.
"Only that in the servants" wing," was the reply, "and that is gone already. G.o.d help us all!"
"Any long ladders about? And the stablemen, where are they all?"
"Coachman with the Squire, the grooms gone off to the town for an hour or two." Reuben shook his head sorrowfully.
George waited no longer. With a bound he darted up the stairs again, and in a moment had reached the spot where the fire was fiercest.
Without hesitation he dashed on, watching his chance after a big gust of smoke and flame had surged across the well. Through the fire he rushed, protecting his face with his arms, and stumbling blindly on.
The worst was soon pa.s.sed, and the next instant he had gained the top of the staircase.
"Save her--_her_!" Mrs. Maynard cried piteously, "leave _me_, and see to _her_, for mercy"s sake!"
George caught the girl in his arms and prepared to make a dash down the staircase. But he drew back in dismay. A big piece of the burning banister below them fell with a crash and a shower of sparks to the bottom of the well.
"It is impossible!" he cried. "Let us see what can be done from one of the windows." And the three ran to the end of the corridor farthest away from the fire. Into a room George dashed, and threw up the window. It was Mary"s playroom, and it was in this place that she and her governess had been till now too much frightened by the flames and smoke to make a dash for safety.
Alas! there was no way of escape. The height from the ground was too great; to leap meant certain death. George gazed frantically down and around, to see if any help was arriving. Not a soul was to be seen.