TREASURE TROVE.
When he awoke and found himself in darkness, he could not for a time
understand where he was. The line of light which had comforted him was
gone, and with it the homely sounds of kitchen life. He stretched his
sore limbs in the darkness and shivered, looking timidly for the
outline of a window. Finding none, he put out his hand to feel for his
bedfellow, and lit instead on the rough surface of the door, against
which he had sunk down in his sleep until only his head rested upon
it.
The touch recalled everything to the boy's mind. With a low whimper of
alarm he sat up, and crouching against the door, which seemed some
kind of company, listened, holding his breath. All was still in the
house, and he presently comprehended that it was night and that the
family had gone to bed, leaving him there.
Use and sleep had rendered him in a way familiar with his prison, and
he did not on making this discovery break into any loud wailing.
Instead, he huddled himself with a moan into as small a space as
possible, and not daring to put out his hand again lest it should rest
on some horror, some crawling thing or clammy hand, he tried with all
his might to go to sleep. He was dozing off and had almost succeeded,
when a slight noise aroused him. In a moment a light shone under the
door.
He scrambled eagerly to his feet, and tapped softly. "Gridley!" he
whispered, "Gridley! Is that you?"
No one answered, but the bearer of the light seemed to pause in the
middle of the floor as if struck by a sudden thought. Then Jack heard
the bolts of the outer door withdrawn, and even in his closet felt a
rush of cold air. Some one was going out!
"Gridley! Gridley!" he cried desperately. "Let me out, will you?
Please let me out."
But Gridley, if Gridley it was, took no heed. The light disappeared,
and Jack heard the door close as softly as it had been opened.
He sat down, whimpering and wondering. The use of candles was so
uncommon in that house that he could not remember to have once seen
one lighted, though he knew that a lanthorn hung behind the kitchen
door. Who then was this who used them, and went in and out by night
with a foot fall which scarcely broke the stillness? The lad felt his
hair move and his skin creep as he crouched trembling in the darkness.
Then, on a sudden, he heard the door creak afresh and the footstep
return--the same stealthy, cautious footstep, it seemed to him, which
he had heard before. But this time there was no light.
None the less was he sure that some one was now standing in the middle
of the floor, within a yard or two of his place of confinement. His
ears, strained to the utmost, caught the sound of hurried breathing
close to him, and besides he had that ill-defined sense of another's
presence which we are all apt to feel. Terrified as he was, he still
clung desperately to the idea that it was Gridley, and he called the
man's name again, his voice shaking with fear. To his surprise he this
time got an answer.
"Hush!" some one muttered in the darkness. "Who is that?"
"It is I--Jack," the boy cried joyfully "Please to let me out."
"Where are you?"
"I am locked in the closet by the fireplace, Gridley."
"Hush! Is the key in the door?"
"I think so!" Jack answered desperately. "Oh, please, please let me
out."
There was the sound of a hand being passed over the door, as if some
one unacquainted with it, and uncertain on which side it opened, were
groping for the fastening. It seemed an age to the boy before the key
grated suddenly in the lock and the door yielded, and he felt the cold
air rush in. For a moment he still hung back.
"Is it you, Gridley?" he whispered timidly, putting out his hand and
trying to pierce the darkness, which was scarcely less dense in the
kitchen than in the closet.
"No, it is I--Frank!" his brother's voice answered. And thereon a hand
seized him roughly by the shoulder and drew him out. "I must have
food--food!" the voice hissed in his ear. "Don't waste a moment, lad,
but tell me where it is kept. The woman is outside digging among the
trees--heaven knows on what witch's errand! She may return at any
moment. Where is the food kept?"
The harsh, fierce note in his brother's voice did more than any words
to persuade the boy of the necessity of haste. Collecting his senses
as well as he could, he answered, "Will oatmeal do, Frank?"
"Better than nothing," was the answer. "Where is the tub? Lead me to
it."
Jack felt his way to the chest, and found it; to his joy it was still
unfastened. His brother rapidly took out several handfuls and thrust
them into his pouch. "Have you no cheese, oatcake, nothing else, lad?"
he muttered.
Jack remembered the scraps of cheese and cake which he still carried
in the bosom of his jacket, and gave them into the other's hand. "Now
I am off," Frank muttered on the instant. "I can do with this until
to-morrow night. If the woman finds me here I must do her a mischief,
and I do not want to. So good-night, lad!"
He glided hurriedly away, leaving the child standing in the middle of
the floor. Jack heard him go, and heard the door open and shut; and
still stood listening, wondering whether it was all a dream, or his
brother had really been and was gone. Assured at length that he had
had to do with reality, he wondered what course he ought to take
himself. He had no mind to go back to his former prison, in comparison
with which his hard bed upstairs seemed the height of comfort; and so
he presently crept to the closet door, and turned the key, and then
felt his way up to his room. Gridley was not there, but this troubled
him little. He threw off his clothes in a hurry, and in a moment was
in bed, where he lay listening with all his ears. He heard Mistress
Gridley come back, and detected the sound of the key as she turned it
in the outer door. He trembled lest she should come up to look for
him, but nothing of the kind happened; and while he still listened,
the fatigues of the day proved too much for him and he fell asleep.
It was broad day, and the sun had been up for hours, and the house
astir as many, when he awoke in his bed and found three people gazing
at him. Instinctively at sight of their faces he began to cry,
expecting a blow, or to be roughly plucked up and upbraided for his
laziness. But no blow came, nor did either of the three persons who
looked at him with eyes of such astonishment and perplexity offer to
touch him.
"You are sure that the door was really locked?" one of the men was
saying when he awoke.
"Am I sure that you stand there?" the woman answered tartly. "Am I one
to make a mistake of that kind?"
Simon Gridley shook his head. "I remember now," he muttered, "that I
tried the door myself. It was locked sure enough."
"And it was locked this morning," Mistress Gridley added.
Luke's eyes, always wild, glittered with excitement. It was difficult
to believe that he saw or could see anything except helplessness in
the child who quaked and shrank before them: but so it was. "There are
those whom locks will not bind, but they shall be bound on the Great
Day!" he said in a hollow voice; "of such it is written, 'These sholl
ye make to cease from the earth!'"
"Tut tut!" Simon answered sternly. "This is folly. What does the lad
say himself? Who let him out?"
"Ay, who let you out, you imp of Satan?" the woman cried fiercely.
But the boy discerned that, with all her fierceness, panic and terror
possessed her; and it was this evidence of an evil conscience which
inspired him to answer as he did, "A woman came down stairs with a
light in a lanthorn," he said.
The men stared and waited for more, but the woman recoiled with a pale
face. "You little liar!" she cried hoarsely. "What woman? What woman
is there here?"
The boy shook his head. "I did not see her face," he said, "but she
came down with a lanthorn."
Mistress Gridley gasped. The boy knew something, but she could not
tell how much. And then beyond this doubt lay the mystery, which was
as much of a mystery to her as to the others, how he came to be here
instead of in the locked cupboard.
"Bring the lanthorn!" Simon Gridley exclaimed on a sudden. "We can see
if it has been lately used, at any rate; and so far test his story."
His wife went for it. When she returned with it, it was empty. "There
is no candle in it," she said sullenly. "The boy is a liar."
Simon took it from her hand and thrust his nose into the opening.
"Softly, woman," he said. "It has been used within the week. Come,
boy," he continued sharply, "who opened the door for you?"
"I saw no one," the child answered with tears. "There was a woman with
a lanthorn. But I saw no one when the door was opened!"
Simon glared at him impatiently, and raised his hand as if he were
minded to try if a little correction would not render his account more
intelligible; but Luke, breaking in with one of his fierce rhapsodies,
called off his brother's attention, and the three, without further
questioning, went downstairs to discuss the matter there. Simon alone,
however, was able to do so with any degree of coolness and judgment;
for though the woman did not altogether agree with Luke's
interpretation, or find his gloomy fancies convincing, she had more
substantial reasons than either of the others for fearing and hating
the child: and no more notion than they had how he had contrived to
free himself from the closet in which she had placed him. That riddle
she could not read; and the longer she considered it, the darker grew
her thoughts and suspicions, until nothing, not even Luke's sombre
theory, seemed too strange or too improbable for belief. Conscience
makes not only cowards of us all, but the most credulous of cowards.
Jack would scarcely have escaped further examination but for the
return of the butler; who brought such news as not only broke up the
family council, but caused the bearer to be taken back into
fellowship. The main road westward to Clitheroe and Preston crossed
the moor not far from the house. He came to say that the advanced
guard of the Parliamentary army was even then passing along it. Simon
and Luke, with the Edgingtons, who arrived at the moment, hurried off
on the instant to a sight than which none could be better calculated
to fill their stern breasts with joy. This left Mistress Gridley and
the butler together, and they had so much to say to one another that
the boy, stealing timidly downstairs, found himself ignored, and,
seizing the opportunity, slipped out on his own account at the back of
the house. Taking every precaution he could think of to avoid notice,
he passed through the yew-trees, and reached the mouth of the rift in
safety.
Here he waited a little, sitting on the ground, and presently Frank
came to him. "Are you quite sure you are not followed, lad?" he said,
glancing warily round.
Jack replied that he was, and brought out a little food which he had
managed to secrete. Then he told his brother what he had heard about
the march of Cromwell's army. "They say the main body will pass
to-morrow," he added.
"Preston way, do you say?"
"Yes."
Frank's face grew dark and thoughtful. "If he is in strength he will
take them by surprise," he muttered. "What does he number, I wonder?
Has he got only Ashton and the western Presbyterians, or is his
southern army with him? If I knew, I would get across the moors at all
risks, and take the news. But it would not do to go with wolf in one's
mouth, and be called a fool and a croaker for pay!"
"They talk of twenty-five thousand men passing to-morrow," Jack said.
"If that be true, and the Duke be marching, as he was marching three
days back, with his head a score of miles from his tail, he will be
cut in two as surely as he lives!" Frank cried with an oath. He
started up and began to pace the hollow, three steps this way and
three that, while Jack watched him eagerly. Four-and-twenty hours of
skulking had not improved the fugitive's appearance. He was hatless
and had lost his sword. His face was caked with dust and sweat, his
clothes were frayed and stained with blood. He had torn off part of
one sleeve to bind his head, and this, with his unshaven chin and
haggard eyes, contributed to his wild and desperate appearance.
Yet the boy looked at him with pure admiration. The lad felt himself a
man by reason of the share he had in his perils. The younger brother
longed to help the elder. "You can see the road from the lower moor,"
he said eagerly; "that is no more than a mile from here. Could you not
go there and see them pass, Frank, and then go to the Duke?"
"Could I see them pass in these clothes?" Frank answered, with a
bitter smile. "True, I am not much like a cavalier, but I am not much
like a Parliament man either! I should have the cry raised on me
before I was a mile across the moor."
"I forgot that," the boy said despondently. "Yet it would be a great
thing to warn Duke Hamilton, Frank, would it not? Do you think he will
be beaten if you cannot reach him?"
The elder brother nodded gloomily, standing still and gazing at the
ground. The sides of the rift rose high above them, for the place
where Jack had seated himself to wait lay close to the yew wood, where
the fissure at its first starting from the ravine was deepest. They
had little to fear from observation; and familiarity with danger so
early breeds contempt that Frank fancied he had been in hiding here a
week instead of a day, and felt a proportionate confidence in his
lurking place. The sun lay hot on the moor: the shadow where the two
stood was cool and pleasant.
"I suppose I could not do it," Jack said at last, humbly, and as one
expecting a rebuff. "I am afraid I could not count well enough, Frank;
but I will try, if you like."
His brother looked at him with a sudden light in his face. "You?" he
said. "I never thought of that!"
But he began to think of it; and as he thought, his face bore witness
to the struggle which was passing in his mind. The lad beside him was
a mere child; the risk to which he would expose him was such that a
grown man might shun it without shame. And the boy was not a child
only, but his own brother--one who had a claim upon him and a right to
expect at his hands peculiar care and protection.
[Illustration: But he began to think of it.--Page 108.]
He knew, in a word, that he was not justified in exposing the child to
the risk he meditated. But on the other side lay inclination and more
than one cunning argument. The prospect of turning defeat into
victory, and building on misfortune a claim to gratitude shone
brightly before him. He saw himself the saviour of the army, thanked,
honored, and exalted by men who had lately looked coldly on him. And
then again was it not the duty of every subject, young and old, to
dare all for the King; to think nothing which aided him dishonorable,
nor any danger by which he might profit excessive? In some such creed
he had been brought up, and it came to his help at this moment.
"I do not see why you should not do it," he said slowly and
thoughtfully. "You would run less risk after all than a grown man, and
be subject to less suspicion."
"Only I don't think I could count--not thousands," said Jack
despondently.
"That is easily managed," Frank answered with a slight frown. "But you
had better not do it if you are afraid."
"I am not afraid," Jack said, with a flushed face. "It is only the
counting, Frank."
Frank nodded and stood awhile in doubt, twisting a bit of fern to and
fro between his fingers. "If they caught you doing it they might--I do
not know what they would do to you, Jack, lad," he said at last.
"I do not mind," the boy cried bravely. "It is for the King, is it
not, Frank?"
"Of course it is."
"It might put him on the throne again, might it not, Frank?"
"It might," said Frank. "But----"
"What?" the boy asked, his face falling at the word.
Frank did not answer. The child's loyalty and courage touched him
almost to the point of giving way. For a moment it was on his tongue
and in his mind to refuse the offer. But then his own past error
stepped in his way. The temptation to turn the tables by a dazzling
success on those who had blamed him for his breach of parole--the
still greater temptation to justify the breach by showing, at least,
that he had not sinned in vain, overcame him.
"You think you could do it, lad?" he said at last--instead of that
which he had meant to say.
"I am sure I could--if I could count," Jack answered eagerly.
"Well, then, look here," Frank said. "Or wait a moment."
He began to search up and down the rift until he came upon two pieces
of wood, one a foot long or something less, the other half as long. He
trimmed them with his knife, and then cutting off one of the points
which fastened his breeches at the knee, tied the two sticks together
with it in such a way that they became a rude cross. He put it into
Jack's hands, and gave him his knife also. "Now," he said, "look here!
The thing I want you to notice first and foremost, lad, is the number
of guns. For every cannon, Jack, cut a nick on this long piece. Do you
see, Jack? For a regiment of foot cut a notch on the right arm. They
will pass by in regiments, probably with a space between, for they
have discipline enough to suit old Leslie, and so you will have no
trouble with them. The horse you will not count easily, and may not be
exact with them. Still, notch them on the other arm as well as you
can, troop by troop. If you get the cannon and foot regiments right, I
shall be able to guess the horse pretty nearly."
"And then shall I bring it to you?" Jack said, gazing with childish
pleasure at his new plaything.
"Yes, as soon as you think that they have all passed. But do not be in
a hurry. When you come, if you do not find me, leave the cross on the
bank here under the moss. Do you understand now?"
"Yes, I understand," said Jack.
"It will not be the only thing hidden here," his brother continued.
"Look, lad, what do you think of that?"
He displaced some overhanging moss with his hand, and Jack, looking
into the crevice thus revealed, fairly gasped with surprise. "Why,
they are----"
"They are the gold vessels from Pattenhall Church!" Frank exclaimed,
in a tone of triumph. "I have despoiled the spoilers! The woman who
came out with the light last night had them buried under yonder
tree--the one you can see at the end here. Come this way, and I will
show you! When I slipped out, fearing she might surprise me, I found
her at work covering something up with a spade. I watched her go, and
then as soon as it was light I tried my luck there. I found these
little matters tied up in a napkin."
"And you took them?" Jack said.
"Took them? Of course I took them. I put three stones in the napkin in
place of them, and filled up the ground neatly. And one of these days
some one will be disappointed."
"Hush!" said Jack, raising his hand quickly. "What is that?"