Black Tor: A Tale of the Reign of James the First

by George Manville Fenn

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

  AN ENEMY IN DISTRESS.

  The rattling of a handful of tiny pebbles took Mark Eden to his windowthat morning--for it was beginning to grow grey in the east when he wentto his bed, Sir Edward insisting upon his going, and announcing that hewas going to keep watch with three men.

  Mark pleaded for permission to join in the vigil, but Sir Edward firmlyordered him to go and take proper rest; so he went, feeling that aftersuch an exciting time sleep would be impossible, and going off directlyinto a deep dreamless slumber, from which he was awakened by that showerof pebbles.

  He threw open the casement, fully expecting to find that he had beensummoned to help defend the place from a fresh attack; but only sawDummy Rugg below in the yard, waving his arms to him.

  "Dress yourself and come down, Master Mark," cried Dummy, in a hoarsewhisper, uttered between his hands. "What is it--the enemy?"

  "Yes," said Dummy, nodding his head a great deal. "He wants to seeyou."

  "Me or my father?"

  "You," whispered Dummy mysteriously. "Look sharp."

  Mark did look as sharp as he could, hurriedly washing and dressing,while still feeling stupid and thick with sleep.

  As he went down he saw one of the servants, and asked for Sir Edward,but learned that his father had not long gone to his chamber.

  He went out of the battered hall-door, looked round at the shiveredcasements and the walls blackened and whitened by the powder blast, andthen hurried through the gateway into the outer court.

  But Dummy was not there now, so he passed through and saw the boywaiting at the entrance of the gateway which had protected the bridge sopoorly on the previous night.

  "Where is he?" cried Mark.

  "Bit o' the way down the path," was the reply.

  "Is it Captain Purlrose?" asked Mark.

  "Yah! No, not him. T'other enemy."

  "What enemy? Whom do you mean?"

  "Him you hate so. Young Ralph Darley."

  "Here?" cried Mark in astonishment.

  "Yes; I see him coming up, and was going to heave a big stone down onhim, but he threw up his hands, and called out as he wanted you."

  "Why, what can he want?" cried Mark, flushing with fresh excitement.

  "I dunno, but it's some mischief, or a Darley wouldn't have come. Yoube on the look out: he's got his sword. I'll come with you and let himhave my pick if he means anything again' you. He's heard of thefighting, and thinks we're beat; so just you look out."

  "You stop here," said Mark sharply, for he felt that this must be anadvance toward friendship on the part of the Darleys--that on hearing ofthe attack Sir Morton had sent his son as an ambassador, to offer tojoin Sir Edward Eden in an expedition to crush their mutual foe.

  "Stop here, Master Mark, and let you go into danger," cried Dummy. "Iwon't!"

  "Stop here, sir! How dare you!" cried Mark. "Do you think that Icannot defend myself against a boy like that?"

  "He's as big a boy as you are, Master Mark, and I won't let you goalone."

  "Dummy, you're an insolent dog," cried Mark haughtily. "Keep yourplace, sir, or I'll never go down the mine with you again."

  "Oh, very well," said the boy sulkily, "but if he cuts your head off,don't come and howl about it to me after it's done."

  "I promise you I won't," cried Mark.

  "And I shall climb up yonder and watch you, Master Mark; and if he killsyou I'll follow him till I get him, and I'll take him and heave him downthat big hole in the mine, where the water falls."

  Mark hardly heard this, for he was hurrying over the bridge, followed byDummy, who, as his young master went down the zigzag path, began toclimb up to where he could keep watch, a sentry being higher still,where he could command the approaches to the Tor Castle.

  At the bottom of the third slope, Mark came upon Ralph, who wasapproaching to meet him, and at a glance he saw that something terriblehad happened, for the lad's face was haggard and wild. There weresmears of blood about his temples, while his face looked as if it hadbeen washed, and some injury had bled again. In addition, a closerinspection showed that his hair had been singed off on one side, whilethe other was matted by dry blood.

  "Why, hullo! Have you been in the wars too?"

  "Help!" cried the lad, holding out his hands to him imploringly.

  "Help? You come to me!" said Mark wonderingly.

  "Yes, to you, mine enemy," cried Ralph, with a wild hysterical cry. "Iam humbled now--there is no one else to go to. Oh, for pity's sake,help!"

  He covered his face with his hands in his shame and agony, feeling thathis manhood had gone out of him, and Mark felt that something terriblemust have occurred, for a burst of hysterical sobbing escaped from thewounded lad, and he threw himself face downward upon the path.

  For a moment shame and contempt reigned in Mark Eden's breast, but theywere chased away by a manly feeling of pity for the enemy who seemed tobe humbling himself so before him.

  Then all selfishness passed away in turn, and the word enemy dropped outof his being as the true English boy shone out of his eyes in compassionfor a lad who had evidently passed through some terrible experience.

  "I say! Darley," he said gently, "don't go on like that. I know,though I don't like you, that you are a brave lad, and it hurts me tosee you so. There's a sentry up yonder, and our boy, Dummy. Don't letthem see you cry. It's like a woman."

  Ralph sprang to his feet, with his face distorted, and his eyes flashingwildly.

  "Yes," he cried fiercely, "like a weak, pitiful girl; but I couldn'tkeep it back. If it had not come I should have gone mad, for my headfelt as if it was on fire. That's past now, and I can talk. You seehow I am, I have come to you and your father--to you Edens, ourenemies--to ask you by all that is holy, by all that's manly, to helpme."

  He stopped, panting, and trying to speak, but the words would not come;he was choking. The blood seemed to rush to his temples so that theveins stood out, and he reeled and would have fallen had not Markcaught, supported him, and lowered him down upon the rocky path.

  Then looking up, he shouted to Dummy.

  "Fetch two men here--quick!" he cried.

  Dummy disappeared, and Mark knelt down and unfastened the neck of thelad's doublet, and saw that his head had received a bad cut, for the caphad fallen off, and his face was ghastly.

  "Poor lad!" said Mark softly. "I know it's wrong, but I can't helpliking him. Why, I know," he cried excitedly. "That's it. I never sawsuch an enemy! He must have known that we were being attacked, and beencoming to help us, and those fiends have served him like this. That'sit! He's just the fellow who would do it, for I know he likes me. I'veseen it over and over again."

  He sprang up, feeling ashamed of what he had said, and afraid of beingseen by his people, for he heard steps coming; and directly after, Dummycame running down, followed by a couple of stout miners, each fullyarmed.

  "Here, Dummy," cried Mark, "run all the way to Master Rayburn, and tellhim to come here directly."

  "Go to fetch Master Rayburn for him?" said the boy, staring.

  "Yes, can't you see he is wounded and burnt? Run, or I'll go myself!"

  Dummy, awed by this--to him--awful threat, dashed down the zigzag at adangerous pace, while, at their young master's orders, the two minersgently lifted and bore the insensible lad up to the castle, into thedwelling-house, and then to Mark's chamber, where he was laid upon thebed.

  As soon as he had dismissed the bearers, Mark began to bathe the lad'stemples, and in a few minutes he opened his eyes and stared wildlyround.

  "Where am I?" he said.

  "Here: safe," said Mark.

  Recollection came back to the poor fellow's swimming brain, and he threwhis legs off the couch and tried to rise, but sank back with a groan.

  "There: you can't," said Mark soothingly, and he took his hand. "Tellme--what's happened? You didn't see, because you'd fainted when I hadyou brought in, but we're in trouble t
oo. But I suppose you know. Wereyou going to help?"

  "To help?" said Ralph faintly. "No; to ask for help. They took us bysurprise. Our men wounded. Just at day-break. We were all asleep.They climbed in."

  "Who did? Purlrose?"

  "Yes; and his men. Father called me to dress, and we called the mentogether, but they got between us and the arms. The cowards! they cutus down. The poor lads who were wounded too. All so sudden. In a fewminutes it was all over. Father prisoner--half our men dead; restlocked in one of the lower rooms: and I crawled away--to lie down anddie, I thought."

  "Why, it must have been after they had failed here," muttered Mark.

  "They did not see me; I was behind an over-turned table, and a curtainand chair over me. I could hear all they said. They sat and drankafter they had dragged out four of our poor fellows, dead."

  "Then they sat and talked; I heard them. That captain said Cliff Castlewould do as well as Black Tor, and they would stay there."

  "Ah!" panted Mark excitedly.

  "And a great deal more. It meant that they'd taken the place, and Ifelt then that I must die. I don't know how long they were there. Itwas hot and stifling, and there was smoke, and a man rushed in, and saidthe prisoners had escaped, and set fire to the place."

  Ralph shuddered and was silent, till Mark began bathing his face again,when he seemed to revive a little, and wandered on:

  "Fire burned so fast--crawled out--through the window--Minnie'sfish-pool--castle burning so fast--father--Minnie--help!--oh help!"