CHAPTER XXVI.

The rogues were very merry on their booty. They said a thousand

things that showed the wickedness of their morals.---Gil Blas.

They fixed on a spot where they made a cave, which was large enough

to receive them and their horses. This cave was inclosed within a

sort of thicket of bushes and brambles. From this station they used

to issue, etc.---Memoirs of Richard Turpin.

It was not for several minutes after their flight had commenced that any

conversation passed between the robbers. Their horses flew on like wind;

and the country through which they rode presented to their speed no

other obstacle than an occasional hedge, or a short cut through the

thicknesses of some leafless beechwood. The stars lent them a merry

light, and the spirits of two of them at least were fully in sympathy

with the exhilaration of the pace and the air. Perhaps, in the third, a

certain presentiment that the present adventure would end less merrily

than it had begun, conspired, with other causes of gloom, to check that

exaltation of the blood which generally follows a successful exploit.

The path which the robbers took wound by the sides of long woods

or across large tracts of uncultivated land; nor did they encounter

anything living by the road, save now and then a solitary owl, wheeling

its gray body around the skirts of the bare woods, or occasionally

troops of conies, pursuing their sports and enjoying their midnight food

in the fields.

“Heavens!” cried the tall robber, whose incognito we need no longer

preserve, and who, as our readers are doubtless aware, answered to the

name of Pepper,--“heavens!” cried he, looking upward at the starry skies

in a sort of ecstasy, “what a jolly life this is! Some fellows like

hunting; d---it! what hunting is like the road? If there be sport in

hunting down a nasty fox, how much more is there in hunting down a nice,

clean nobleman's carriage! If there be joy in getting a brush, how much

more is there in getting a purse! If it be pleasant to fly over a hedge

in the broad daylight, hang me if it be not ten times finer sport to

skim it by night,--here goes! Look how the hedges run away from us! and

the silly old moon dances about, as if the sight of us put the good lady

in spirits! Those old maids are always glad to have an eye upon such

fine, dashing young fellows.”

“Ay,” cried the more erudite and sententious Augustus Tomlinson,

roused by success from his usual philosophical sobriety; “no work is so

pleasant as night-work, and the witches our ancestors burned were in the

right to ride out on their broomsticks with the owls and the stars. We

are their successors now, Ned. We are your true fly-by-nights!”

“Only,” quoth Ned, “we are a cursed deal more clever than they were; for

they played their game without being a bit the richer for it, and we--I

say, Tomlinson, where the devil did you put that red morocco case?”

“Experience never enlightens the foolish,” said Tomlinson, “or you would

have known, without asking, that I had put it in the very safest pocket

in my coat. 'Gad, how heavy it is!

“Well,” cried Pepper, “I can't say I wish it were lighter! Only think of

our robbing my lord twice, and on the same road too!”

“I say, Lovett,” exclaimed Tomlinson, “was it not odd that we should

have stumbled upon our Bath friend so unceremoniously? Lucky for us

that we are so strict in robbing in masks! He would not have thought the

better of Bath company if he had seen our faces.”

Lovett, or rather Clifford, had hitherto been silent. He now turned

slowly in his saddle, and said: “As it was, the poor devil was very

nearly despatched. Long Ned was making short work with him, if I had not

interposed!”

“And why did you?” said Ned.

“Because I will have no killing; it is the curse of the noble art of our

profession to have passionate professors like thee.”

“Passionate!” repeated Ned. “Well, I am a little choleric, I own it;

but that is not so great a fault on the road as it would be in

housebreaking. I don't know a thing that requires so much coolness and

self-possession as cleaning out a house from top to bottom,--quietly and

civilly, mind you!”

“That is the reason, I suppose, then,” said Augustus, “that you

altogether renounced that career. Your first adventure was house

breaking, I think I have heard you say. I confess it was a vulgar

debut,--not worthy of you!”

“No! Harry Cook seduced me; but the specimen I saw that night disgusted

me of picking locks; it brings one in contact with such low companions.

Only think, there was a merchant, a rag-merchant, one of the party!”

“Faugh!” said Tomlinson, in solemn disgust.

“Ay, you may well turn up your lip; I never broke into a house again.”

“Who were your other companions?” asked Augustus. “Only Harry Cook,--[A

noted highwayman.]--and a very singular woman--”

Here Ned's narrative was interrupted by a dark defile through a wood,

allowing room for only one horseman at a time. They continued this

gloomy path for several minutes, until at length it brought them to

the brink of a large dell, overgrown with bushes, and spreading around

somewhat in the form of a rude semicircle. Here the robbers dismounted,

and led their reeking horses down the descent. Long Ned, who went

first, paused at a cluster of bushes, which seemed so thick as to defy

intrusion, but which, yielding on either side to the experienced hand of

the robber, presented what appeared the mouth of a cavern. A few steps

along the passage of this gulf brought them to a door, which, even seen

by torchlight, would have appeared so exactly similar in colour and

material to the rude walls on either side as to have deceived any

unsuspecting eye, and which, in the customary darkness brooding over it,

might have remained for centuries undiscovered. Touching a secret latch,

the door opened, and the robbers were in the secure precincts of the

“Red Cave.” It may be remembered that among the early studies of our

exemplary hero the memoirs of Richard Turpin had formed a conspicuous

portion; and it may also be remembered that in the miscellaneous

adventures of that gentleman nothing had more delighted the juvenile

imagination of the student than the description of the forest cave in

which the gallant Turpin had been accustomed to conceal himself, his

friend, his horse,

“And that sweet saint who lay by Turpin's side;”

or, to speak more domestically, the respectable Mrs. Turpin. So strong

a hold, indeed, had that early reminiscence fixed upon our hero's mind,

that no sooner had he risen to eminence among his friends than he had

put the project of his childhood into execution. He had selected for the

scene of his ingenuity an admirable spot. In a thinly peopled country,

surrounded by commons and woods, and yet, as Mr. Robins would say if he

had to dispose of it by auction, “within an easy ride” of populous and

well-frequented roads, it possessed all the advantages of secrecy for

itself and convenience for depredation. Very few of the gang, and those

only who had been employed in its construction, were made acquainted

with the secret of this cavern; and as our adventurers rarely visited

it, and only on occasions of urgent want or secure concealment, it had

continued for more than two years undiscovered and unsuspected.

The cavern, originally hollowed by nature, owed but little to the

decorations of art; nevertheless, the roughness of the walls was

concealed by a rude but comfortable arras of matting; four or five of

such seats as the robbers themselves could construct were drawn around

a small but bright wood-fire, which, as there was no chimney, spread a

thin volume of smoke over the apartment. The height of the cave, added

to the universal reconciler (custom), prevented, however, this evil from

being seriously unpleasant; and, indeed, like the tenants of an

Irish cabin, perhaps the inmates attached a degree of comfort to

a circumstance which was coupled with their dearest household

associations. A table, formed of a board coarsely planed, and supported

by four legs of irregular size, made equal by the introduction of blocks

or wedges between the legs and the floor, stood warming its uncouth self

by the fire. At one corner a covered cart made a conspicuous article of

furniture, no doubt useful either in conveying plunder or provisions;

beside the wheels were carelessly thrown two or three coarse carpenter's

tools, and the more warlike utilities of a blunderbuss, a rifle, and two

broadswords. In the other corner was an open cupboard, containing rows

of pewter platters, mugs, etc. Opposite the fireplace, which was to the

left of the entrance, an excavation had been turned into a dormitory;

and fronting the entrance was a pair of broad, strong wooden steps,

ascending to a large hollow about eight feet from the ground. This was

the entrance to the stables; and as soon as their owners released the

reins of the horses, the docile animals proceeded one by one leisurely

up the steps, in the manner of quadrupeds educated at the public

seminary of Astley's, and disappeared within the aperture.

These steps, when drawn up,--which, however, from their extreme

clumsiness, required the united strength of two ordinary men, and was

not that instantaneous work which it should have been,--made the place

above a tolerably strong hold; for the wall was perfectly perpendicular

and level, and it was only by placing his hands upon the ledge, and so

lifting himself gymnastically upward, that an active assailant could

have reached the eminence,--a work which defenders equally active, it

may easily be supposed, would not be likely to allow.

This upper cave--for our robbers paid more attention to their horses

than themselves, as the nobler animals of the two species--was evidently

fitted up with some labour. The stalls were rudely divided, the litter

of dry fern was clean, troughs were filled with oats, and a large tub

had been supplied from a pond at a little distance. A cart-harness and

some old wagoners' frocks were fixed on pegs to the wall; while at the

far end of these singular stables was a door strongly barred, and only

just large enough to admit the body of a man. The confederates had made

it an express law never to enter their domain by this door, or to use

it, except for the purpose of escape, should the cave ever be attacked;

in which case, while one or two defended the entrance from the inner

cave, another might unbar the door, and as it opened upon the thickest

part of the wood, through which with great ingenuity a labyrinthine path

had been cut, not easily tracked by ignorant pursuers, these precautions

of the highwaymen had provided a fair hope of at least a temporary

escape from any invading enemies.

Such were the domestic arrangements of the Red Cave; and it will be

conceded that at least some skill had been shown in the choice of the

spot, if there were a lack of taste in its adornments.

While the horses were performing their nightly ascent, our three heroes,

after securing the door, made at once to the fire. And there, O reader!

they were greeted in welcome by one--an old and revered acquaintance of

thine--whom in such a scene it will equally astound and wound thee to

re-behold.

Know, then--But first we will describe to thee the occupation and the

garb of the August personage to whom we allude. Bending over a large

gridiron, daintily bespread with steaks of the fatted rump, the

INDIVIDUAL stood, with his right arm bared above the elbow, and his

right hand grasping that mimic trident known unto gastronomers by

the monosyllable “fork.” His wigless head was adorned with a cotton

nightcap. His upper vestment was discarded, and a whitish apron flowed

gracefully down his middle man. His stockings were ungartered, and

permitted between the knee and the calf interesting glances of the rude

carnal. One list shoe and one of leathern manufacture cased his ample

feet. Enterprise, or the noble glow of his present culinary profession,

spread a yet rosier blush over a countenance early tinged by generous

libations, and from beneath the curtain of his pallid eyelashes his

large and rotund orbs gleamed dazzlingly on the new comers. Such, O

reader! was the aspect and the occupation of the venerable man whom we

have long since taught thee to admire; such, alas for the mutabilities

of earth! was--A new chapter only can contain the name.

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