JOHN SEES SOMETHING.
As we rode, I told him everything. It did not seem in the least strange
that I should be so close to one of whom a few days before I had never
heard; it seemed as if all my life I had been waiting for him, and now he
was come, and everything was only as it should be! We were very quiet in
our gladness. Some slight anxiety about my uncle's decision, and the
certain foreboding of trouble on the part of his mother, stilled us both,
sending the delight of having found each other a little deeper and out of
the way of the practical and reasoning.
We did not urge our horses to their speed, but I felt that, for my
uncle's sake, I must not prolong the journey, forcing the last farthing
of bliss from his generosity, while yet he was uncertain of his duty. The
moon was rising just as we reached my home, and I was glad: John would
have to walk miles to reach his, for he absolutely refused to take Death
on, saying he did not know what might happen to him. As we stopped at the
gate I bethought myself that neither of us had eaten since we left in the
afternoon. I dismounted, and leaving him with the horses, got what I
could find for him, and then roused Dick, who was asleep. John confessed
that, now I had made him think of it, he was hungry enough to eat
anything less than an ox. We parted merrily, but when next we met, each
confessed it had not been without a presentiment of impending danger. For
my part, notwithstanding the position I had presumed to take with John
when first he spoke of his mother, I was now as distrustful as he, and
more afraid of her.
Much the nearest way between the two houses lay across the heath. John
walked along, eating the supper I had given him, and now and then casting
a glance round the horizon. He had got about half-way, when, looking up,
he thought he saw, dim in the ghosty light of the moon, a speck upon the
track before him. He said to himself it could hardly be any one on the
moor at such a time of the night, and went on with his supper. Looking up
again after an interval, he saw that the object was much larger, but
hardly less vague, because of a light fog which had in the meantime
risen. By and by, however, as they drew nearer to each other, a strange
thrill of recognition went through him: on the way before him, which was
little better than a footpath, and slowly approaching, came what
certainly could be neither the horse that had carried him that day, nor
his double, but what was so like him in colour, size, and bone, while so
unlike him in muscle and bearing, that he might have been he, worn but
for his skin to a skeleton. Straight down upon John he came, spectral
through the fog, as if he were asleep, and saw nothing in his way. John
stepped aside to let him pass, and then first looked in the face of his
rider: with a shock of fear that struck him in the middle of the body,
making him gasp and choke, he saw before him--so plainly that, but
for the impossibility, he could have sworn to him in any court of
justice--the man whom he knew to be at that moment confined to his bed,
twenty miles away, with a broken arm. Sole other human being within sight
or sound in that still moonlight, on that desolate moor, the horseman
never lifted his head, never raised his eyes to look at him. John stood
stunned. He hardly doubted he saw an apparition. When at length he roused
himself, and looked in the direction in which it went, it had all but
vanished in the thickening white mist.
He found the rest of his way home almost mechanically, and went straight
to bed, but for a long time could not sleep.
For what might not the apparition portend? Mr. Whichcote lay hurt by a
fall from his horse, and he had met his very image on the back of just
such a horse, only turned to a skeleton! Was he bearing him away to the
tomb?
Then he remembered that the horse's name was Death.