CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
ANOTHER TRIP.
The two lads had left the grammar-school in the county town about a yearbefore in consequence of a terrible outbreak of fever; and, MrsWinthorpe declaring against their going back, they had been kept athome. But though several plans had been proposed of sending them foranother year's education somewhere, the time had glided by, the businessof the draining had cropped up, and as the lads proved useful at times,the school business kept on being deferred, to the delight of both, theelongated holiday growing greatly to their taste. Even though they werebackward from a more modern point of view, they were not losing much,for they were acquiring knowledge which would be useful to them in theirfuture careers, and in addition growing bone and muscle such as wouldmake them strong men.
Hence it was that the time glided pleasantly on, with the two ladsfinding plenty of opportunities for the various amusements whichgratified them when not occupied in some way about the farms.
It was a few days after the conversation with the squire that Tomproposed a turn after the fish in Hickathrift's boat.
"We could pole ourselves without Dave; and let's ask Mr Marston tocome. It's a long time since he has had a holiday."
Dick's brow was overcast, and he wore generally the aspect of a boy whohad partaken of baking pears for a week, but his face cleared at this,and he eagerly joined in the plan.
"We'll get Hicky to lend us his boat, and pole down as far as we can,and then run across to Mr Marston."
Their preparations did not take long, and though they were made beforethey knew whether they could have the punt, they did not anticipate anyobjections, and they were right.
Hickathrift was busy sawing, but he looked up with a broad grin, andleaving his work went down with them to the water side.
"Course I'll lend it to you, lads," he said. "Wish I could come wi'you."
"Do, then, Hicky. It's a long time since we've had a fish."
"Nay; don't ask me," was the reply. "I wean't leave the work. Ay, budit's nice to be a boy," he added, with a smile.
"Couldn't you do your work afterward?" cried Tom.
"Nay, nay, don't tempt a poor weak fellow," he cried. "I'm going to dothat bit o' sawing 'fore I leave it. Now, theer, in wi' you!"
The boys made another appeal to the great fellow to come; but he wasstaunch. Still he uttered a sigh of relief as he gave the punt atremendous thrust from the bank into deep water, where it went rustlingby the willow boughs and over the wild growth where the pink-blossomedpersicaria sent up its pretty heads.
"If we had pressed Hicky a little more, I believe he would have come,"said Dick.
"No, he wouldn't. He never will when he says he won't."
Just at that moment Hickathrift was muttering to himself on the bank, ashe watched the boat.
"Straange thing," he said, "that a girt big man like I am should allusfeel like a boy. I wanted to go wi' they two straange and badly. Iwill go next time."
Taking it in turns, the boys sent the punt quickly over the amber water,the exercise in the bright sunshine chasing the clouds from Dick'scountenance, so that before they reached their intended landing-place onthe edge of the mere, as near as they could go to the spot where MrMarston's men were at work, he was once more his old self, laughing,reckoning on the fish they would catch with the trimmers that lay ready,and forgetting for the time all about the plots to injure the drain andits projectors.
There was a low patch of alders at the spot where they intended to land,and Dick was just about to run the punt close in, when he suddenlyceased poling and stood motionless staring before him.
"What's the matter?" cried Tom.
There was no answer, in fact none was needed, for at that moment Tom'seyes fell upon the object which had arrested his companion's action, towit, the flabby, unpleasant-looking face of Thorpeley, the constable,that individual being seated by the low bushes smoking his pipe in aposition where he must have been watching the lads ever since theystarted.
Dick's teeth gave forth a peculiar gritting sound, and then, thrustingdown the pole, he ran in the punt, leaped on to the quivering shore withthe rope, fastened it to a bush, and signed to Tom to follow.
The man said nothing, but there was a curiously aggravating leering grinupon his countenance as he sat taking in every movement on the part ofthe boys, who walked away rapidly with the full knowledge that they werefollowed.
"Don't look back, Tom," said Dick between his teeth. "Oh, how I shouldhave liked to give him a topper with the pole!"
"I wish old Dave was here to pitch him in the water," growled Tom.
"Did you ever see anything so aggravating? He's following us. I canhear his boots. Don't take any notice. Let's go on fast as if hewasn't there."
"I don't know that I can," grumbled Tom. "I feel alloverish like."
"Feel how?"
"As if I couldn't do as I liked. My head wants to turn round and lookat him, my tongue wants to call him names, and my toes itch, and myfists want to feel as if it would be like punching a sack of corn to hithim in the nose."
"Come along!" cried Dick, who was too angry to laugh at his companion'sremarks. "Let's make haste to Mr Marston."
As they reached the works the first man they encountered was big Bargle,who stuck his spade into the soft peat and came slowly up theembankment, to stand wiping his fist on his side, before opening it andholding it out, smiling broadly the while.
He shook hands with both lads, and then went back to his work smiling;and as they walked on they could hear him say confidentially to allaround him:
"We're mates, we are, lads; we're mates."
The engineer was coming towards them; and as they met, Dick unfolded hisplan, but before he had half-finished his words trailed off, and hestopped short. For the severe countenance before him checked hisutterance.
"No," said Mr Marston, shortly. "I am too busy. Good day!"
He went on to speak to his men, and Dick looked at Tom with a dismalexpression of countenance which spoke volumes.
"Come along back!" he said.
Tom obeyed without a word, and glancing neither to the right nor left,the two boys walked heavily back over the dry surface of the quakingbog, so as to reach their boat.
Before they had travelled half-way they met Thorpeley, who leered atthem in a sinister way, and, as they passed on, turned and followed at adistance.
"Look here, Dick," whispered Tom, "let's give him something to thinkabout. Come along!"
Tom started running as if in a great state of excitement, and Dickfollowed involuntarily, while after a momentary hesitation the constablealso began to run.
"I say, don't go that way," said Dick, as his companion struck off tothe left. "Bog's soft there."
"I know: come along! Keep on the tufts."
Dick understood Tom's low chuckling laugh, which was just like that of acuckoo in a bush, and divining that the object was to reach the boat bya detour, he did not slacken his speed.
Long familiarity with the worst parts of the fen enabled the lads topick their way exactly, and they went on bounding from tuft to tuft,finding fairly firm ground for their feet as if by instinct, though veryoften they were going gingerly over patches of bog which undulated andsprang beneath their tread, while now and then they only savedthemselves from going through the dry coat of moss by making atremendous leap.
They had pretty well half a mile to run to reach the boat by the alderbush, and the constable soon began to go heavily; but he was sosatisfied that the boys had some sinister design in view, and weretrying to throw him off their scent, that he put forth all his energies,and as Dick glanced back once, it was to see him, hat in hand, toilingalong in the hot sun right in their wake.
"You'd better not go round there, Tom," said Dick as they approached apatch of rushes. "It's very soft."
"I don't care if I go in; do you?" was the reply.
"No, I don't mind," said Dick sadly. "I don't seem to mind anythingno
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"Come along then," cried Tom; "and as we get round let's both look backand then try to keep out of sight--pretend, you know."
They reached the patch of tall rushes and reeds, which was high enoughto hide them, and giving a frightened look back at their pursuer,plunged out of sight.
"Oh, I say, isn't it soft?" cried Dick.
"Never mind: some people like it soft," said Tom. "Follow me."
He had arranged his plan so deftly that while keeping the patch of reedsbetween them and their pursuer, Tom managed, with no little risk ofgoing through, to reach a second patch of the marsh growth, behind whichhe dodged, and threw himself down, Dick following closely; and they werewell hidden and lay panting as the constable came round the first patch,glanced round, and then made for a third patch still more to the left,and beyond which was quite a copse of scrubby firs.
"Ho--ho--ho!" laughed Tom in a low voice, as he nearly choked withmirth, for all at once there was a splash, a shout, a strange wallowingnoise, and as the lads parted and peered through the rushes they couldsee that the constable was down and floundering in the bog.
"Oh, Tom," cried Dick, struggling up, "he'll be smothered!"
"Sit down; he won't. It'll be a lesson to him."
"But suppose--"
"No, don't suppose anything. He'll get out right enough."
The constable had a hard struggle for a few minutes, and doubtless wouldhave got out sooner if he had worked a little more with his brains; butfinally he crawled to firmer ground, just as a scuffle began betweenDick and Tom, the former being determined to go to his enemy's help, thelatter clinging to him with all his might to keep him back.
"Now, come along down to the boat. We can get nearly there before hesees us," whispered Tom.
"But do you think he will get back safe?"
"Of course he will. He won't try to run any more."
Dick took a long look at the constable to see that he was really out ofdanger, and feeling satisfied at last that there was nothing to mind, hefollowed Tom once more, the two managing so well that after losing sightof them altogether for some time, their inquisitive pursuer had themortification of seeing them enter the punt and push off, leaving him tomake a long and tedious circuit, crawling part of the way, and when hestood erect, wanting as he was in the boys' experience, making very slowprogress to the regular track.
As soon as the excitement was over, and the boat reached once more,Dick's gloomy feelings came back, and but for his companion's efforts hewould have relapsed into a mournfully depressed condition, which wouldhave done little towards making their trip agreeable.
Tom, however, worked hard, and using the pole with vigour he drove thepunt along, till Dick roused up from a fit of musing on his father'ssevere looks and Mr Marston's distant manner, to find that they wereclose to Dave's home.
"Why have you come here?" he cried.
"To see how he is," replied Tom; and, thrusting down his pole, he soonhad the punt ashore.
"Why, he isn't at home!" said Dick.
His words proved correct, for the punt was missing, and unless it lay onthe other side of an alder patch or was drawn out to be repaired, themaster must have it far away somewhere on the mere.
It need not be supposed that the two lads were troubled with morecuriosity than is the property of most boys of their age, because theylanded and looked round, ending by going up to the fen-man's hut andentering.
It was not a particularly cleanly place, but everything there, dealingas it did with Dave's pursuits, had its attraction, from the gun hangingupon a couple of wooden pegs to the nets and lines above the roughbed-place, with its sheep-skins and dingy-looking blanket.
"I should like to take the gun and have a turn by ourselves," said Dick,gazing at the long rusty piece longingly.
But it remained untouched, and, returning to the boat, the boys pushedoff and made for the more remote portion of the fen, passing from oneopen lake to another as they followed the long meandering lanes ofwater, in and out among reed-beds and alder patches, islands ofbog-plants, islets of sedge, and others where the gravel and sandenabled the purple heather and lavender ling to blow profusely, incompany with here and there a little gorgeous orange-yellow furze.
The hours went by, and the sun was declining fast as they neared atlength a spot which had attracted them for some time past. It waseither a little promontory or an isthmus, where the ground was strongenough for fir-trees to flourish, and this promised dry ground, wood,and a good site for a little hut if they set one up.
Dick brightened at the sight, for there was a cheering notion in hismind that he was going to find rest, peace, and happiness here in alittle home of his own making, to which he could retire from the worldto fish, shoot, and eat the fruits he would be able to gather in theseason.
In short, Dick Winthorpe, being in a marsh, was suffering from a sharpfit of goose, such as attacks many boys who, because matters do not goexactly as they like at home, consider that they are ill-used, and longfor what they call their freedom--a freedom which is really slavery,inasmuch as they make themselves the bond-servants of their sillyfancies, and it takes some time to win them back.
The clump of firs here, which they had before seen at a distance,surpassed their expectations, for it was a good-sized island, far fromthe shore, and promised fishing, fowling, and security frominterruption, for it was not likely that any one would venture there.
But the evening was rapidly coming on, and the punt's head was turnedhomewards, the distance they had come proving startling, as they begannow to feel that they were very hungry, and that they had hours of workbefore them before they could reach the Toft.
"Not many fish to land," said Dick rather dismally.
"Why, you wouldn't fish!" replied Tom. "Never mind, we've found theisland. Shall we build a place?"
Dick's reply was in the affirmative, and for the next two hours theydebated on the subject of what they should take over, and how soon, andso passed the time away till after dark, when, being still quite a milefrom home, there came the sharp report of a gun, and then they fanciedthat they heard a cry.
"Why, who can be shooting now?" said Dick in an awe-stricken whisper."Is anything wrong?"
"I don't know. Look! look!"
Tom whispered these words, and pointed in the opposite direction, to alambent light which seemed to be moving slowly over the marshy edge ofthe mere.
The light was in a portion of the shore where the mere narrowed; and thetwo lads let the boat drift as they sat and watched, each thinking ofthe place in the light of experience.
"Why, Tom, that can't be a boat," whispered Dick.
"Boat! No, it's land there."
"Land! It's soft bog that nobody could walk on!"
"Then it couldn't be a boat. Why, it's a will-o'-the-wisp."
"Yes," said Dick, after a sceptical pause, during which he watched thelambent light as it played about in a slow fantastic way, just as if itwere a softly-glowing lantern carried by a short-winged moth, which usedit to inspect the flowering plants as it sought for a meal. "Let's goover and look at it."
"No, no! no, no!" whispered Tom excitedly.
"Why not? Are you afraid?"
"No, not a bit; but I don't want to go. I'm tired and hungry. I don'tbelieve you want to go either."
"Yes, I do," said Dick eagerly. "I feel as if I wanted to go, but mybody didn't."
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Tom, but very softly, as he kept his eyes fixed onthe distant light. "That's a nice way of backing out of it. Why,you're as much afraid as I am, only I'm honest and you're not."
"Yes, I am," whispered Dick. "I'm as honest as you are, and I'll showyou that I am. There, I should feel afraid to go by myself."
"Will you go if I go with you?"
Before Dick could answer there was a long, low, piteous cry from theother direction, that from whence they had heard the shot.
"I say, what's that?" whispered Tom in an awe-stricken tone.
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p; "I don't know. It sounds very queer. There it is again."
"Is it a bird?" whispered Tom.
"No. I never heard a bird cry like that."
"What is it then--a fox trapped?"
"Nobody would trap the foxes, and it can't be a rabbit, because thatwould be a squeal."
The cry came again over the dark water of the mere, and sounded sostrange and weird that Dick shivered.
"It's something queer," said Tom huskily. "Take the pole and let's getaway. Don't make a noise."
"But--"
"No, no; don't stop. We don't know what it is. Perhaps it's one ofthose things Hicky talks about that he has heard sometimes."
"Father says it's all nonsense, and there are no such things in thefens."
"He'd better say there are no will-o'-the-wisps to lead people astray,"whispered Tom.
"He doesn't say that. He says there are jack-o'-lanterns, but theydon't lead people astray--people go astray to try and catch them."
"Hist! there it is again!" said Tom, gripping his companion's arm, asthe long piteous cry came faintly over the water. "It is somethinghorrible!"
"It isn't," said Dick. "It's someone in distress."
"People in distress never cry out like that."
"Why, Tom, it's that Thorpeley stuck in the mud somewhere; and it's ourdoing."
"It's his own if he is stuck there. But I don't believe it is. Why,it's two miles nearer home than where we left him."
"Then it's somebody else in trouble," said Dick excitedly.
"It isn't. Let's go home."
Tom was, as a rule, no coward; but he was faint and tired, and the veryfact of being seated out on the dark waters with the gloom so thick thatthey could see but a short distance, and with an unnatural-looking lighton one side and a strange marrow-thrilling cry coming on the other, wasenough to startle stouter-hearted lads than he, and he held more tightlyto his companion as Dick seized the pole.
"Let's get back home," he said again.
"You said I was afraid to go to the will o' the wisp," said Dickstoutly. "You're afraid to go now and see what it is makes that noise."
"Well, I can't help it," said Tom appealingly; "but if you go I shall gowith you. There, listen! Isn't it horrible!"
He spoke as the cry came again faintly but piteous in the extreme.
Dick drove the pole down into the soft bottom of the mere and sent thepunt surging through the water, determined now to go straight to thespot whence the cry seemed to come; and, guided by the sound, he toiledaway for about ten minutes before giving way to Tom, who worked hard toreach the place.
For, once the two lads had taken action, they seemed to forget theirnervous dread, while what was more encouraging to them to proceed wasthe fact that as they reduced the distance the cries gradually seemed tobe more human, and were evidently those of some person in peril or greatdistress.
It was a weird strange journey over the water now, the excitement lentby their mission seeming to change the aspect of all around. The reedswhispered, the patches of growth looked black, and every now and thenthey disturbed some water-fowl, whose hurried flight seemed suddenly tohave become mysterious and awe-inspiring, as if it were a creature ofthe darkness which had been watching their coming and had risen to hoverround.
But there was the cry again and again, sometimes faint and distant,sometimes sounding as if close at hand, and, as is often the case,apparently varying in position to right or left as it was borne by thesoft night wind.
"We cannot go any farther," cried Dick at last as he drove the boat inamongst the broad belt of reeds which fringed the edge of the mere.
"Yes, we can. There's a way here," cried Tom excitedly, pointingthrough the gloom to his left where there was an opening. "Coming!" heyelled as the cry rose once more.
Dick backed the boat out, with the reeds whistling and rustlingstrangely, and the next minute he had it right in the gloomy opening,which proved to be quite a little bay, where, at the end of a few goodthrusts of the pole, the prow of the punt bumped up against thequivering moss.
The two boys got out cautiously; the pole was driven down into the peat,and the boat made fast; and then they paused and listened for the nextcry.
Everything now was perfectly silent, not so much as the whisper of areed or the whir of the wing of a nightbird fell upon their ears; and atlast, in an awe-stricken whisper, Tom said:
"Hicky is right. It was something strange from out of the marsh. Let'sget away."
Dick was stouter-hearted than his companion, and lifting his voice heshouted, and then stood silent.
"Help! help!" came faintly in reply.
"There!" cried Dick turning sharply. "It's a man."
"Think so?"
"Why, of course! Come along! Here, I can see where we are now."
"Yes, I think I know where we are," whispered Tom. "But is it safe togo after it?"
"You mean after _him_," said Dick. "Yes, it's pretty firm here--yes,it's all right. We're amongst heath and bilberry as soon as we get bythis bit of bog. Hoy! shout again," he cried as he plodded oncautiously, with his feet sometimes sinking in the bog, sometimesfinding it pretty firm.
But there was no answer; and though as far as was possible Dick walkedin the direction of the sound, the guidance was of the mostunsatisfactory nature, and at the end of a minute or two they listenedagain.
"It must be that Thorpeley regularly bogged," said Dick at last, and acurious shiver ran through him. "I hope he hasn't sunk in."
"He couldn't," said Tom. "I know this part. It's all firm groundbetween the water and the track to the sea."
"I can't quite make out where we are," said Dick, staring about him.
"I can. There's the big alder clump, and beyond it there's the riverwall." [Mud embankment.]
"So it is. Yes, I know now. Why, it is all firm about here, and nobodycould be bogged unless he got into a hole. Ahoy!"
He shouted once more, but there was no answer; and when he raised hisvoice again it was only for the sound to seem to come back, just as ifthey were shut up in some large room.
"He must be hereabout," said Dick.
"Shall we find our way back to the boat?" said Tom in a doubting tone.
"I don't know, but if we don't we could walk home in half an hour. Comealong. Ahoy!"
Still no answer; and in spite of his companion's suggestions and strangedoubts Dick kept on hunting about in the darkness among the patches ofalders and the heath that here grew freely. For, save in places, theground was sandy and firm, and, dark as it was, they had no difficultyin making out the watery spots by their faint gleam or the differentcharacter of the growth.
They shouted in turns and together, listening, going in differentdirections, and all to no purpose. Not a sound could they get in reply;and at last, with a curious feeling of horror stealing over him,compounded of equal parts of superstition and dread lest the personwhose cry they had heard had sunk in the mire of some hole, Dickreluctantly gave way to Tom's suggestion that they should go back to theboat.
"I knew it was something queer," whispered Tom. "If we had gone on, weshould have been led into some dangerous hole and lost."
"Don't believe it," said Dick, as they trudged slowly back, utterlyworn-out and hoarse with shouting.
"You're such a doubting fellow!" grumbled Tom. "If it had been anybodyin distress we should have found him."
"Perhaps," said Dick sadly. "It's so dark, though, that we might havepassed him over."
"Nonsense!" cried Tom; "we were sure to find him. There wasn't anybody.It was a marsh cry, and--oh!"
Tom uttered a yell and went headlong down, with the effect of sostartling his companion that he ran a few steps before he could recoverhis nerve, when he returned to extend his hand to Tom, who rosetrembling, while Dick stood staring aghast at the dark figure lyingextended among the heath, and over which his friend had stumbled.
"Why, Tom, it's Thorpeley!" cried Dick, as he went down on one
knee andpeered into the upturned face. "Mr Thorpeley, Mr Thorpeley!" hecried; "what's the matter?"
There was no reply.
"It must have been him," whispered Dick. "He had lost his way."
"Then let him find it again," grumbled Tom, "instead of watching us."
"But perhaps there is something the matter. Mr Thorpeley, MrThorpeley!"
Dick laid his hand upon the man's shoulder and shook him, but there wasno response.
"Is he dead?" said Tom in an awe-stricken whisper.
"Dead!" cried Dick, leaping up and shrinking away at the suggestion."No, he can't be. He's quite warm," he added, going down on his kneeagain to shake the recumbent man, who now uttered a low groan.
"What shall we do, Dick?" said Tom huskily. "I hate him, but we can'tleave him here."
"Well," said Dick, "I'm not very fond of him, but it would be likeleaving anybody to die to go away now. We must carry him down to theboat."
"Come on then, quick!"
Dick placed his hands beneath the constable's arms and locked hisfingers across his breast, while Tom turned his back as he got betweenthe man's legs, stooped in turn, and proceeded to lift them as if theywere the handles of a wheel-barrow.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
"Then both together."
The two lads lifted the constable, staggered along a few yards, and sethim down again.
"Oh, I say!" groaned Tom. "Isn't he heavy?"
"Come and try this end," retorted Dick. "He's an awful weight. We mustgo a few yards at a time, and we shall do it yet. Now then."
"Stop a minute," said Tom, who had picked up a handful of moss, and wasrubbing one hand. "I--it's warm and sticky, and--oh, Dick, he'sbleeding."
Dick lowered the insensible man down again, and, shuddering with horror,stepped to his companion's side.
Then kneeling down he tried to examine the spot pointed out by Tom, tofind out as well as was possible in the dim light that the constable wasbleeding freely from one leg.
"Dick, what shall we do?" cried Tom piteously.
"Why, what would anybody do if he had cut his finger?" cried Dickmanfully, as he undid his neckcloth and doubled it afresh.
"I don't know," cried Tom, who was sadly scared.
"You don't know! Suppose you had cut your finger, wouldn't you tie itup?"
"Yes, I suppose so," faltered Tom, whom the situation had completelyunnerved.
"Take off his neckerchief while I tie this on," said Dick, whom theemergency had rendered more helpful. "How can he have hurt himself likethis?"
As he spoke he busied himself in tightly bandaging the man's leg, andadded to the bandage the cotton cloth that Tom handed to him.
"I think that has stopped it," said Dick. "Now then, we must carry himdown."
"But we shall sink into the bog with him," faltered Tom.
"No, we sha'n't if we are careful. Now, then, are you ready?"
"I don't like to try and lift him now," said Tom. "It's so horrible.The man's bleeding to death."
"More shame for you to stand still and not try to help him," said Dickhotly. "Here, you come and carry this end."
Tom hastened to obey, heedless of the fact that the task would be theharder; and setting to with a will, the lads carried their load a fewyards before setting it down again to rest.
This time, in spite of Tom's appeal not to be left alone, Dick went onfor a bit so as to explore and make sure of the best way to get back tothe boat, and not without avail, for he was able, in spite of thedarkness, to pick out the firmest ground, his knowledge of the growth ofthe fen and its choice of soil helping him.
But it was a long and painful task. The lads were faint and terriblyhungry. They had been working hard for several hours propelling thepunt, and the load they were carrying would not have been an easy onefor a couple of stout men. Still, by means of that wonderful aid tosuccess, perseverance, they at last got past bog and water-pool, patchof sphagnum, bed of reed, and slimy hollow, where the cotton rushesnourished, and reached the belt of waving reeds which separated themfrom the water.
It was not done without tremendous effort and a constant succession ofrests; but they stood there at last bathed in perspiration, and waitingfor a few minutes before lifting the sufferer into the boat.
Up to this time they had been so busy and excited that they had notpaused to ask the question: How was it that the man had been wounded?but as they lifted him carefully into the boat, Tom being in and Dickashore, they both burst out with the query, as if moved by the samespring.
"I know," said Dick, as the truth seemed to flash upon him. "Some onemust have shot him."
Tom had taken up the pole and was just about to force the boat alongwhen this announcement seemed to paralyse him, and he stood therethinking of what had taken place before.
"Why, Dick," he whispered, "isn't it very horrible?"
"Don't talk," cried his companion, entering the boat; "let's get home."
The pole plashed in the water, which rippled against the bows, and oncemore they glided over the surface, just as the injured man uttered a lowgroan.
"We sha'n't be very long," said Dick, kneeling down and carefullyfeeling whether the kerchiefs he had bound round the leg were fulfillingtheir purpose. "Are you in much pain?"
"Pain!" groaned the man. "Hah! Give me some water."
There was no vessel of any kind in the punt, and Dick had to scoop upsome water in the hollow of his hand, and pour it between the injuredman's lips, with the result that he became sufficiently refreshed to situp a little and begin muttering.
Dick now took the pole, and it was Tom's turn to try and administer alittle comfort in the shape of words as to the time that would elapsebefore they could reach the Toft; but the only result was to produce anangry snarl from their patient.
"How does he seem?" Dick asked, as Tom went to his relief.
"Better not ask him."
"Why not?"
"Perhaps he'll bite you. He nearly did me. I say, how much farther isit?"
"Take another quarter of an hour. Oh, I shall be glad, Tom! Workhard."
Tom looked in his companion's face, and uttered a low laugh, as hetoiled away at the poling, and that laugh seemed to say more than adozen long speeches. Then there was nothing heard for some time but theregular plash and ripple of the water, as it was disturbed by pole andpunt, while the darkness seemed to increase. At the same time, though,the hopes of the two lads rose high, for, standing as it were alone inthe midst of the black darkness, there was a soft yellow light. Atfirst it was so dull and lambent that it suggested thoughts of thewill-o'-the-wisp. But this was no dancing flame, being a steady glow inone fixed spot, and Tom expressed his companion's thoughts exactly as heexclaimed:
"There's Hicky's old horn lanthorn!"
A few minutes more and the big bluff voice of the wheelwright was heardin a loud hail.
This was answered, and the sounds roused the wounded man.
"Nearly there?" he said hoarsely.
"Very close now," replied Dick; and snatching the pole from Tom he droveit down vigorously, making a tremendous spurt to reach the patch of oldpollard willows by the landing-place, on one of whose old posts thelanthorn had been hung, and beyond which could now be seen the light inthe Hickathrifts' cot.
"Why, I was a-coming swimming after you, lads," shouted Hickathrift."You scarred me. Squire's been down twiced to see if you'd got back,and the missus is in a fine way."
"Don't talk, Hicky," shouted back Dick. "Is Jacob there?"
"Ay, lad. Why?"
"You'll want help. Look here, send for the doctor."
"Doctor, lad?"
"Yes; I know. Let Jacob go and tell my father, and he'll send down theold cob. Thorpeley's hurt badly."
They heard a low whistle, then the wheelwright's orders given sharply tohis apprentice, followed by the dull _thud, thud_ of his boots as he ranoff; and directly after the punt glided in and its bow was seized by th
ebig strong hand upon which the soft glowing light of the horn lanthornshone.
"Hey, but what's the matter with the man?" cried Hickathrift. "We'vebeen wondering why he didn't come back."
"I don't know, only we heard a shot," said Dick excitedly; "and then weheard someone calling for help, and found him lying ashore."
"Let me get a good howd on him," said the wheelwright; and with one footin the boat he passed his great arm under the constable and lifted himout as tenderly as if he had been a child.
But, gentle as was the wheelwright's act, it roused the injured man, whoseemed to be driven into a fit of fury by the pain he suffered, and heburst into a torrent of bad language against Hickathrift and the twoboys, which he kept up till he had been carried into his lodging andlaid upon his bed.
"Hey, lads," said the wheelwright with a low chuckle, as he walked downwith the boys to where the lanthorn still hung upon the willow-stump,the care of the constable having been left to the women; "he don't seemto hev lost his tongue."
"But he's very bad, isn't he?" said Dick anxiously.
"I should say no," replied Hickathrift. "Man who's very badly don'tcall people."
"But his leg?"
"Ay, that's badly. I give the hankycher a good tighten up, and that hothim, so that he had to howd his tongue."
"That made him hold his tongue, Hicky?"
"Ay, lad. I med him feel that if he didn't shoot his neb, I'd pulltighter, and so he quieted down. Now, tell us all about it."
"Give us some bread and butter first, Hicky; we're nearly starved."
"Hey, lads," cried the wheelwright. "Here, coom in to missus and--"
Hickathrift's speech was cut short by the coming of the squire, whohurried up.
"Here, boys," he cried; "what's all this?"
Dick told all he knew, and the squire drew a long breath and turned bythe light of the lanthorn to gaze first in the lads' faces, and then tospeak to the wheelwright.
"This is bad, Hickathrift," he said hoarsely.
As he spoke he gazed searchingly at the great workman.
"Ay, squire; it is a straange awkard thing."
Mr Winthorpe gazed in his great frank face again; and then, with hislips compressed, he went to the bed-side of the injured man.
"Bad business," said Hickathrift; "but lads mustn't starve because aconstable's shot. Coom along. Here, missus, let's hev bit o'--Nay,she's gone to see the neighbours, and hev a bit o' ruckatongue." [Agossip.]
That did not much matter, for Hickathrift knew the ways of his ownhouse; and in a very short time had placed a loaf and a piece of coldbacon before the hungry boys.
This they attacked furiously, for now that they were relieved of theresponsibility of the injured man, their hunger had asserted itself.But they had not partaken of many mouthfuls before they heard thesquire's voice outside, in hurried conversation with Hickathrift.
"Yes, I sent him off directly on the cob," the squire said; "but it mustbe some hours before the doctor can get here."
"Think he's very badly, squire?" came next, in Hickathrift's deep bass.
"No, not very bad as to his wound, my lad; but this is a terriblebusiness."
"Ay, mester, it is trubble. Straange thing to hev first one man shotand then another. Say, squire, hope it wean't be our turn next."
"Go on eating, Tom," whispered Dick, setting the example, and cutting aslice for his companion, while Tom hacked the bread.
"I'm hard at work," said Tom thickly. "I shall eat as much as ever Ican, and make mother give Hicky a piece o' chine."
"So will I," said Dick; "and a couple o' chickens."
The hungry lad had taken a piece of pink-fleshed bacon upon his fork,and was about to transfer it to his mouth, when he stopped short withhis lips apart and eyes staring, while Tom let fall his knife and thrusthis chair back over the stone floor.
They had been eating and listening to the conversation outside, till itreached its climax in the following words:
"What, man? You don't know what he says."
"What he says!" chuckled the wheelwright. "Ay, I heerd what he said; awhole heap o' bad words till I checked him, and let him feel he'd besthowd his tongue."
"But you know what he says about who shot at him?"
"Nay, but if he says as it were me, I'll go and pitch him into thewatter."
"You did not hear, then?" cried the squire, huskily. "Hickathrift, hesays it was done by those boys!"
"What!" roared the wheelwright.
"It's a lie, father!" shouted Dick, recovering himself and running out."Here, ask Tom."
"Why, of course it's a lie," cried Tom.
"But that man says--" cried the squire.
"Yah!" shouted Hickathrift angrily, "they never shot him; they heven'tgot no goon."
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