It was a tremendous blast which came sweeping over the sea, and quite
checked the progress of the travellers for the moment, but they pressed
on, seeming to go right through the squall, and trudging along sturdily
towards home.
"I begin to wish someone had put a light in the window for us, Dick,"
said the squire at the end of a few minutes' walking. "It's getting
terribly dark."
Dick said, "Yes," and thought of the thread, but he made no allusion to
it, only laughed to himself and tramped on.
"By the way, how uneasy that dog seemed!" said the squire as they
trudged on with heads bent, for they were facing the blast now.
"Yes, father; we passed a fox."
"Passed a fox! Why, you couldn't see a fox a dark night like this."
"No, but I could smell him, father, and we heard him catch a duck."
"Ah! I see. And did the dog scent out the fox?"
"Yes, I think so, and that made him whine."
"Come along, my lad. Let's get on as fast as we can. It's growing
blacker, and I'm afraid we shall have some rain."
No rain fell, but the sky was completely clouded over and the darkness
seemed to grow more and more intense. The wind kept increasing in
violence and then dying out, as if it came in huge waves which swept
over them and had a great interval between, while as the rush and roar
of the gusts passed there came the deep hoarse murmur of the distant
sea.
"Dick," said the squire suddenly, "you are so young that you can hardly
feel with me, but I want someone to talk to now, and I may as well tell
you that I am going to risk a great deal of money over the draining of
the fen."
"Are you, father?"
"Yes, my lad, and I have been feeling a natural shrinking from the risk.
To-night sweeps all that away, for in spite of having lived here so
many years as I have, I never before felt how needful it all was."
"Do you think so, father?"
"Indeed I do, my lad, for anything more risky than our walk to-night I
hardly know. What's that?"
The squire stopped short and grasped his son's arm, as, after a furious
gust of wind, the distant murmur of the sea seemed to have been
overborne by something different--a confused lapping, trickling, and
rushing noise that seemed to come from all parts at once.
"I don't know, father," said Dick, who was slightly startled by his
father's manner. "Shall we go on?"
"Yes," said the squire hoarsely. "Let's get home quick."
They started on again, walking fast, but at the end of a minute Dick
uttered a cry.
"We're off the road, father. Water!"
As he spoke he was ankle-deep, and in taking a step to catch his son's
arm, Squire Winthorpe felt the water splash up around him.
"Can you see the lights at the Priory, Dick?" he said sharply.
"No, father."
"We can't be off the path," said the squire. "Is it boggy and soft
under you?"
"No, father--hard; but I'm in the water."
"It's hard here too," said the squire, trying the ground with his feet;
"and yet we must be off the road. Stand fast, my boy; don't move."
"Are you going away, father?" said Dick.
"No, only a few yards, boy. I want to see where we got off the track,
whether it's to the right or left."
"It's so dark," said Dick, "I can hardly see my hand. Mind how you go,
father; there are some deep bog-holes about here."
"Then you stand fast, my boy."
"Hadn't you better stand fast too, father?"
"And both perish in the wet and cold, my boy! No. I'll soon find the
road. It must be close by."
Not a tree or post to guide him, nothing but the thick darkness on all
sides, as Squire Winthorpe cautiously moved one foot before the other,
keeping one upon solid ground while he searched about with the other,
and as he moved _splash_--_splish_--_splash_, the water flew, striking
cold to his legs, and sending a chill of dread to his very heart.
"It's very strange," he cried; "but don't be frightened, Dick. We shall
be all right directly."
"I'm not frightened, father," replied the boy. "I'm puzzled."
"And so am I, my lad, for I did not know we could find such solid bottom
off the road. Ah!"
"What's the matter, father?"
"I told you not to move, sir," roared the squire, for he had heard a
slight splash on his right.
"I couldn't help it, father; my foot seemed to slip, and--why, here's
the road!"
"There?" cried the squire eagerly.
"Yes, father, and my foot's slipped down into a big rut."
"Are you sure, boy?"
"Sure! Yes, father, it _is_ the road. I say, what does it mean?"
The answer was a quick splashing sound, as Squire Winthorpe hurried to
his son's side and gripped his arm, to stand there for a few moments
listening and thinking as he realised the meaning of the strange
rushing, plashing noise that came from all round.
"I know," cried Dick suddenly; "the sea-bank's broke, and we're going to
have a flood."
"Yes," said the squire hoarsely; "the bank has gone, my boy."
"Hadn't we better push on, father, before it gets any deeper?"
"Stop a moment, Dick," said the squire, "and let me try to think.
Home's safe, because the Priory's on the Toft; but there's Tallington
and his wife and boy. We must try and help them."
"Come on, then, father!" cried Dick excitedly.
"No, Dick, that will not do; we shall only be shutting ourselves up too
and frightening your mother to death. We must get home and then on to
Hickathrift's. He has a big punt there."
"Yes, father, but it hasn't been mended. I saw it this afternoon."
"Then he has wood, and we must make a raft. Come on. Here: your hand."
For a few minutes there was nothing heard but the rushing of the wind
and the _splash, splash_ of the water, as they pressed on, the squire
cautiously trying to keep one foot by the rut which had guided his son,
and, when it became intangible, seeking for some other means to keep
them from straying from the submerged road in the darkness, and going
off to right or left into the bog.
It was a terrible walk, for they had a full mile to go; and to the
squire's horror, he found that it was not only against the wind but also
against the sharply running water, which was flowing in from the sea and
growing deeper inch by inch.
As if to comfort each other father and son kept on making cheery remarks
apropos of their rough journey. Now it was Dick, who declared that the
water felt warmer than the air; now it was the squire, who laughingly
said that he should believe now in blind men being able to find their
way by the touch.
"For I'm feeling my way along here famously, Dick."
"Yes, father, only it seems such a long way--ugh!"
"What is it, boy?"
"One foot went down deep. Yes, I know where we are."
"Yes, close home, my boy," cried the squire.
"No, no; half a mile away by the sharp turn, father; and I nearly went
right down. We must keep more this way."
The squire drew his breath hard, for he knew his son was right, as the
road proved when they turned almost at right angles and plashed on
through the water.
Half a mile farther to go and the current rushing on! It had been only
over their ankles, now it was above their knees, and both knew that at
this rate it would be waist-deep, if not deeper, before they could reach
the high ground at home.
"It is very horrible, Dick, my lad," cried the squire at last as they
kept on, with the water steadily and surely growing deeper.
"Oh, I don't mind, father! We shall get on so far before it's over our
heads that we shall be able to swim the rest of the way. You can swim,
father?"
"I used to, my lad; perhaps I have not forgotten how. But I am thinking
of the people about. I wonder whether Hickathrift has found it out."
"I dare say he's in bed, father," said Dick.
"That's what I fear, my boy; and then there's John Warren."
"He'll get up the sand-hills, father."
"If he knows in time, my boy; but Dave Gittan has no place to flee to."
"He has his little boat, father; and Chip would warn him if he has gone
to bed. I know what he'd do then."
"What, my lad?"
"Pole himself along to John Warren and fetch him off, and come on to the
Toft."
"Mind, take care, we're going wrong," cried the squire excitedly, as he
slipped and went in right up to his waist, but Dick clung to his hand,
threw himself back, and with a heavy splash the squire managed to regain
the hard road off whose edge he had slipped.
"We must go slower, father," said Dick coolly. "You pull me back if I
go wrong this way and I'll pull you. I say, isn't it getting dark!"
The squire made no answer, but feeling that their case was growing
desperate, and if they did not progress more rapidly they would be in
such deep water before they could reach the Priory that it would be
impossible to keep the track, and they would be swept away, he pushed
on, with the result that in a few minutes Dick had a narrow escape,
slipping right in and coming up panting, to be dragged back, and stand
still quite confused by his total immersion.
"We must get on, Dick, my boy," said his father; "the water's growing
terribly deep, and it presses against us like a torrent. Forward!"
They recommenced their journey, wading on slowly over what seemed to be
an interminable distance; but no sign of the dark village or of the
island-farm in the fen appeared, and at last the water deepened so that
a chilly feeling of despair began slowly to unnerve the squire and set
him thinking that theirs was a hopeless case.
"Be ready, Dick," he whispered, as, after a tremendous puff of wind
which stopped them for the moment, he once more pressed on.
"Ready, father?" panted Dick. "What for?"
"We may have to swim directly. If it gets much deeper we cannot force
our way."
"Oh, we shall do it!" cried the boy; "we must be close there now."
"I fear not," said the squire to himself. "Hold on, boy!" he cried
aloud. "What is it?"
"Water's--up to my--chest," panted Dick; "and it comes so fast here--
it's--it's too strong for me."
"Dick!" cried the squire in agony.
"I must swim, father," cried Dick.
"And be swept away!" cried the squire hoarsely. "Heaven help me! what
shall I do?"
He had gripped his son tightly in his agony, and they stood together for
a few moments, nearly swept off their feet by the swirling current, when
a bright idea flashed across the squire's mind.
"Quick, Dick! don't speak. Climb on my back."
"But, father--"
"Do as I bid you," roared the squire, stooping a little, and bending
down he made of one hand a stirrup for his son's foot, who, the next
moment, was well up on his back.
"That's better, boy," panted the squire. "You are safe, and your weight
steadies me. I can get on now; it can't be far."
As he spoke a light suddenly flashed up a couple of hundred yards ahead,
and gleamed strangely over the water like a blood-red stain.
Then it died out, but flashed up again and increased till there was a
ruddy path of light before them, and behind the glow stood up the trees,
the long, low Priory and the out-buildings, while figures could be seen
moving here and there.
"I know," cried Dick. "I see, father. They've lit a bonfire to show us
which way to go. Ahoy!"
"Ahoy!" came back in a stentorian shout, and something was thrown upon
the fire which dulled it for the moment, but only for it to flash up in
a tremendous blaze, with the sparks and flames of fire rushing towards
them.
"Ahoy!" came the shout again.
"Ahoy!" answered Dick.
"That will do, my boy," panted the squire. "The water's getting
horribly deep, but I can manage now, for I can tell which way to go."
"Little more to the left, father," cried Dick.
"Right, boy!"
"No, no, father," shrieked Dick; "left!"
"I meant you are right, my lad," said the squire, moving on, with the
water growing deeper still, while the stentorian voice kept uttering
cheering shouts to them, which they answered till they were only about
fifty yards away, when it became plain that someone was coming to meet
them, splash, splash, through the water, with a pole in his hand.
The figure, though only head and half his body were visible above the
plashing water, looked large, and for a few moments in his confusion
Dick was puzzled; but he realised who it was at last, and cried:
"Why, it's old Hicky!"
He was right; and just in the veriest time of need the great blacksmith
reached the fainting squire, and grasping his arm breasted the water
with him; and in another minute they were ascending the slope, with the
water shallowing, till they reached a blazing fire, where Mrs Winthorpe
clasped husband and son to her breast!
"All right, wife!" cried the squire. "Glad you are here, Hickathrift!
All your people too?"
"Yes, squire, all safe here; but we're uneasy like about Dave o' the
'Coy and John Warren."
"But they've got the boat," cried Dick.
"Yes; I hope they're safe," said the squire. "Hickathrift, my lad, that
was a brave thought of yours to light that fire. It saved our lives."
"Nay, squire," said the big fellow; "it was no thowt o' mine--it was thy
missus put it into my yead."
The squire gave his wife a look as she stood there in the midst of a
group of shivering farm-servants, and then turned to the wheelwright.
"The boat," he said--"did you come in the boat?"
"Ay, squire. She leaks a deal, but I thrust an owd pillow in the hole.
But I nigh upon lost her. My Grip woke me howling, for we were abed. I
jumped out and ran down, thinking it was the foxes after the chickens,
and walked right into the water. I knowed what it meant, and got over
to the saw-pit, and just caught hold of the boat in the dark as it was
floating away. Then I got my leaping-pole and run her under the window,
and made my missus give me a pillow to stop the leak 'fore I could bale
her out. Then Jacob come, and we got the missus down and poled her
along here, but was nearly swept by."
"You're a good fellow, Hickathrift," cried the squire. "Wife, get out
some hollands; we're perished. Have a glass, my man; and then we must
go in the punt to Grimsey and get the Tallingtons out. We're all right
here, but Grimsey Farm will soon be flooded to the bed-room windows.
Light a lanthorn, some one, and put in a spare candle. You'll go with
me, Hickathrift?"
"Ay, squire, to the end of the world, if thou bids me; but I tell ye--"
He stopped short.
"Well, what, man? Here, drink!"
"Efter yow, squire," said the big fellow sturdily. "I tell ye that no
mortal man, nor no two men, couldn't take that punt across to Grimsey in
the dark to-night. We should be swept no one knows wheer, and do no
good to them as wants the help."
"But we can't leave them to drown, man!" cried the squire.
"No; we can't do that, and we wean't," cried Hickathrift. "They'll get
right on the roof if the bed-rooms gets full; and while we're waiting
for day we'll have the punt hauled up. Jacob'll howd the light, and
I'll see if I can't mend the hole. You've got a hammer and some nails
in the big barn?"
"Yes," said the squire; "yes, you are right, my man--you are right.
Come, Dick: dry clothes."
There was nothing else to be done; and as the bonfire was kept blazing
the punt was hauled up, and in the midst of the howling wind and the
rush of the water Dick stood looking on, his heart full as he thought of
Tom Tallington asking his help away there in the darkness; while tap,
tap, tap went the wheelwright's hammer, after his saw had rasped off a
thin piece of board.
"That'll do it," he cried at last; and the punt was placed ready for
launching when the day showed.
Meanwhile the squire gave orders for the fire to be kept well alight;
and fagots of wood and straw trusses were piled on, with the odds and
ends of broken farming implements and worn-out wooden shedding that had
been the accumulation of years.
The result was that the flames rose high over the wild weird scene,
gilding the wind-tossed pines and staining the flood for far, while
there was so much excitement in thus sitting up and keeping the fire
blazing that it would have been real enjoyment to Dick had he not been
in a constant state of fret and anxiety about his friends.
For, living as he did in that island of good elevated land in the great
wild fen where inhabitants were scarce, everybody was looked upon as an
intimate friend, and half the lad's time was spent at the bottom of the
slope beyond the ruinous walls of the old Priory, watching the water to
see how much higher it had risen, and to gaze out afar and watch for the
coming of boat or punt.
In truth, though, there was only one vessel likely to come, and that was
the flat-bottomed punt belonging to Dave, who worked the duck-decoy far
out in the fen. The people on the sea-bank had a boat; but they were
five miles away at least, and would not venture on such a night.
"What should I do?" thought Dick as he walked down to the edge of the
water again and again. "If Tom is drowned, and Dave, and John Warren,
they may drain the fen as soon as they like, for the place will not be
the same."
The night wore on; and Mrs Winthorpe made the people in turn partake of
a meal, half supper, half breakfast, and, beyond obeying his father's
orders regarding dry clothes, Dick could go no further. He revolted
against food, and, feeling heartsick and enraged against the wheelwright
for eating a tremendous meal, he once more ran down to the water's edge,
to find his father watching a stick or two he had thrust in.
"Tide has turned, Dick," he said quietly; "the water will not rise any
higher."
"And will it all run off now, father?"
The squire shook his head.
"Some will," he replied; "but the fen will be a regular lake till the
sea-bank has been mended. It must have been rough and the tide very
high to beat that down."
"Will it come in again, then?" asked Dick.
"Perhaps: perhaps not. It's a lucky thing that I had no stock down at
the corner field by the fish-stews. If they had not been up here in the
home close, every head must have been drowned."
"Do you think the fish-ponds are covered, father?"
"Five or six feet deep, my boy."
"Then the fish will get out."
"Very likely Dick; but we've something more important to think about
than fish. Hark! what's that?" and he listened.
"Ahoy!" roared Hickathrift from just behind them. "Hear that, squire?"
"Yes, my lad, I heard a cry from off the water."
Just then came another faint hail from a distance.
"That's Dave," said Hickathrift, smiling all over his broad face; "any
one could tell his hail: it's something between a wild-goose cry and the
squeak of a cart-wheel that wants some grease."
The hailing brought out everybody from the house, Mrs Winthorpe's first
inquiry being whether it was the Tallingtons.
"Pitch on a bit more straw, Dick," cried the squire; and the lad seized
a fork and tossed a quantity on the fire, while the wheelwright stirred
up the embers with a pole, the result being that the flames roared up
tremendously, sending out a golden shower of sparks which were swept
away before the wind, fortunately in the opposite direction to the
house, towards which the squire darted one uneasy glance.
"Ahoy!" shouted the wheelwright, and there was a fresh response which
sounded weird and strange, coming as it did from out of the black wall
of darkness seen beyond the ring of ruddy light which gleamed upon the
water.
"They'll get here easily now," said the squire from the very edge of the
flood, as he tossed out a piece of wood, and saw that it was floated
steadily away. "The current is slack."
He could not avoid shuddering as he thought of the way in which it had
pressed upon him as he waded toward the island with Dick upon his back;
but the memory passed away directly as a fresh hail came from off the
water; and as the group looked out anxiously and listened for the splash
of the pole, they at last saw the fire-light shining upon a figure which
gradually came gliding out of the darkness. At first it seemed strange,
and almost ghastly; but in a few more moments those who watched could
see that it was Dave o' the 'Coy in his fox-skin cap standing up in his
little white punt and thrusting it along by means of a long pole, while
a man sat in the stern.
"Yon's John Warren along wi' him," cried Hickathrift. "I thowt they'd
be all right. Come on, lads, clost in here," he shouted; and without
making any reply, the strange-looking man in the bows of the boat pulled
her along till the prow struck upon the flooded grass, and he threw a
rope to the wheelwright.
"Got your gun, Dave?" cried Dick eagerly.
The man turned his head slowly to the speaker, laid the pole across the
boat, which was aground a dozen feet from the dry land, stooped, picked
up his long gun, and uttered a harsh--
"Kitch!"
As he spoke he threw the gun to the wheelwright, who caught it and
passed it to Dick, while the second man handed Dave another gun, which
was sent ashore in the same way. Then, taking up the pole, Dave placed
it a little way before him, and leaped ashore as actively as a boy,
while the second man now advanced to the front, caught the pole as it
was thrown back, and in turn cleared the water and landed upon the dry
ground.
"Glad to see you safe, Dave," said the squire, holding out his hand.
"Glad to see you, too, John Warren. You are heartily welcome."
The two men took the squire's hand in a limp, shrinking manner; and
instead of giving it a hearty grip, lifted it up once, looking at it all
the time as if it were something curious, and then let it fall, and
shuffled aside, giving a furtive kind of nod to every one in turn who
offered a congratulation.
They were the actions of men who led a solitary life among the birds and
four-footed animals of the great wild fen, and to be made the heroes of
an escape seemed to be irksome.
Just then there was a diversion which took off people's attention, and
seemed to place them more at ease. A sharp quick yelp came from the
boat, followed by a bark, and, plainly seen in the fire-light, a couple
of dogs placed their paws on the edge of the little vessel, raised their
heads to the full stretch of their necks, and with cocked-up ears seemed
to ask, "What's to be done with us?"
"Hi! Chip, Chip! Snig, Snig! Come, boys," shouted Dick, patting his
leg; and the dogs barked loudly, but did not stir.
"Come on, you cowards!" cried Dick. "You won't get any wetter than I
did."
"Here!" said Dave; and Chip leaped over and swam ashore, gave himself a
shake, and then performed a joy dance about Dick's legs.
This time there was a dismal howl from the punt, where the second dog
was waiting for permission to land.
"Come on!" said the second man, a frowning, thoughtful-looking fellow of
about fifty, the lower part of whose face was hidden by a thick beard--a
great rarity a hundred years ago--and the other dog leaped into the
water with a tremendous splash, swam ashore, rushed at Chip, and there
was a general worry, half angry, half playful, for a few moments before
the pair settled down close to the fire, as if enjoying its warmth.
"This is a terrible misfortune, Dave," said the squire.
"Ay; the water's out, mester," said the man in a low husky way.
"How did you escape?"
"Escape?" said Dave, taking off his fox-skin cap and rubbing his head.
"Seed the watter coming, and poonted ower to the Warren," said the
second man, thrusting something in his mouth which he took out of a
brass box, and then handing the latter to Dave, who helped himself to a
piece of dark-brown clayey-looking stuff which seemed like a thick paste
made of brown flour and treacle.
"I wish you men would break yourselves of this habit," said the squire.
"You'll be worse for it some day."
"Keeps out the cold and ager, mester," said the second man, thrusting
the box back in his pocket.
"Then you've been waiting at the Warren?"
"Ay, mester. Me an' him waited till we see the fire, and thowt the
house hed kitched, and then we come."
"It was very good of you, my lads," said the squire warmly. "There, get
in, and the mistress will give you some bread and cheese and ale."
"Arn't hungry," growled the second man. "Can'st ta yeat, Dave, man?"
"Ah!" growled Dave, and he slouched round, looking at the ground, and
turned to go. "Gimme mai goon," he added.
"The guns are all right, Dave," cried Dick. "I've got 'em. I say, John
Warren, will the rabbits be all drowned?"
"Drowned, young mester! Nay, not they. Plenty o' room for em up in the
runs where the watter won't come."
"But the foxes, and hares, and things?" cried Dick.
"Them as has got wings is flied awayer," growled the second man; "them
as has got paddles is swimmed; and them as can't find the dry patches is
gone down."
After this oracular utterance John o' the Warren, who took his popular
name from the rabbit homes, to the exclusion of his proper surname of
Searby, tramped heavily after his companion to the Priory kitchen, where
they both worried a certain amount of bread and cheese, and muttered to
one another over some ale, save when Dick spoke to them and told them of
his anxieties, when each man gave him a cheery smile.
"Don't yow fret, lad," said Dave. "Bahds is all reight. They wean't
hoort. Wait till watter goos down a bit and you an' me'll have rare
sport."
"Ay, and rabbuds is all reight too, young mester," added John Warren.
"They knows the gainest way to get up stairs. They're all happed up
warm in their roons, ready to come out as soon as the watter goos down."
"But how did it happen?"
"Happen, lad!" said the two men in a breath.
"Yes; what caused the flood?"
"Oh, I d'n'know," growled Dave slowly. "Happen sea-bank broke to show
folk as fen warn't niver meant to be drained, eh, John Warren?"
"Ay, that's it, lad. Folk talks o' draaning fen, and such blather.
Can't be done."
"I say, John, I don't want the fen drained," whispered Dick.
"Good lad!" growled John Warren; and then Dave shook his head at the
ale-mug, sighed, and drank.
"But don't let father hear what you say, because he won't like it."
"Nay, I sha'n't say nowt," said Dave.
"Nay, nor me neither, only natur's natur, and floods is floods," added
John Warren; and he too shook his head at the ale-mug, and drank.
"Now, then," cried the squire, coming quickly to the door, "Hickathrift
and I are going in the big punt to see if we can help the Tallingtons;
the stream isn't so strong now. Are you men going to try to help us?"
"Get Farmer Tallington out?" said Dave. "Ay, we are coming."
"Let me come too, father," cried Dick.
"No, my lad, I'm afraid I--"
"Don't say that, father; let me go."
"No no, Dick," cried Mrs Winthorpe, entering the kitchen, for she had
been upon the alert. "You have run risks enough to-night."
"Yes; stay and take care of the women, Dick," said his father.
Dick gave an angry stamp on the floor.
"Mother wants me to grow up a coward," he cried. "Oh, mother, it's too
bad!"
"But, Dick, my boy," faltered the poor woman.
"Let the boy come, wife," said the squire quietly; "I'll take care of
him."
"Yes, and I'll take care of father," cried Dick, rushing at his mother
to give her a sounding kiss, and with a sigh she gave way, and followed
the party down to the water's edge.