myself the one minute, and the next perplexed upon a further step; for,
by what I saw of Jeffreys, I reckoned upon my punctual deliverance.
The fact is that he was afeared of what would issue from this promised
trouble of the Dutchman, and 'twas reported that such was the state of
most of those about the Court, who were in the mind to play two parts,
and neither with any stomach. Yet as the time drew on and I had ample
leisure to digest the various aspects of the adventure, I confess I was
assailed by a fear lest Jeffreys should have been disporting himself
with me, or should have cocked the white feather, and that I was still
to rest and rot in that pestiferous dungeon. So that when at last the
door swung wide and one of the turnkeys appeared, I was like to have
cried out in my glee. 'Twas the signal, sure enough, for I was taken
forthright out of my cell, and commanded into the presence of the
governor. I do not know by what trickery the affair was managed, but if
there was ever any dark intrigue to the point, you might trust Bloody
Jeffreys for that; all I know is that 'twas but a few minutes ere I
was out of the gates of the compter, under the pale face of the moon,
and with my heels in the flanks of Calypso, gently ambling in a silent
company towards the Plymouth road.
His lordship had taken me at my word, and there were six or more in the
band that surrounded me; but we rode in a deep quiet, and for a long
while I offered no address to the horseman by me, whom I supposed to
be the Chief Justice himself. But presently, and when our faces were
well set upon the Plymouth highway, and there was less chance that
the cavalcade would invite curiosity owing to the sparseness of the
wayfarers, he turned to me and spoke up for himself. It was Jeffreys,
sure enough, and he wore a mighty look of worry, as I could perceive at
the first glance.
"You have not informed me, Mr Ryder," says he, "to what destination we
are bound?"
Now this was pretty much to the point, for Bloody Jeffreys was not the
man to waste useless words; but, Lord love you, I had as much notion
of whither we were set for as he had himself. 'Twas for a chance I was
playing, and now that I had my two legs across Calypso once more, it
would go badly with the whole half-dozen of 'em if I did not show a
clean pair of heels somewhere and sometime. But of course I had thought
upon the question in my prison, and says I, "You will understand, your
lordship, that it's not in my authority to commit anything to words. I
am bound by the Prince's orders."
"That is very well," he retorted, in his arrogant way. "But it appears
that I must commit myself, and no one else. 'Tis a one-sided bargain I
am not used to make."
"My lord," said I, very earnestly, "I will not deny but there is reason
in your argument--and, for myself, I would at once admit you to my
plans. But I am the custodian of the Prince's secret. 'Tis none of my
own I guard."
"Well, well," he cried with impatience, "I suppose that I am to arrive
somewhere."
"And where that somewhere is your lordship shall learn," said I, "with
the permission and from the lips of his gracious Majesty King William."
He started at the words, and eyed me askance for a space, a dubious
expression of irresolution crossing his features. "You are a bold man,
Mr Ryder," he exclaimed, with something of a sneer. "I may remind you
that there surround you five stalwart men-at-arms that own allegiance
to his Majesty James II."
"And you would have added, my lord," said I, "that James Stuart's
trusted servant is conversing with me. I am sensible of the peril in
which I stand. But I am no Facing-Both-Ways. I hold by my conscience,
i' faith."
"Sir," he rapped out, harsh and sudden, "I have laid you by the heels
within the precincts of the compter once, and there I will lay you
again, if you brandish your impudence before me."
"In the which case, my lord," quoth I, coldly, "you will be nothing
bettered, and King William would have a loyal servant to avenge."
He said nothing, angrily considering me.
"Come, come, my lord," I said, "we are in a kind of silly balance one
against t'other, and, to put no veil upon the situation, we scarce dare
trust each other. I walk in a great public peril, sure, with your hands
upon me, but consider upon what risks you yourself also move. I am
familiar to the Prince; my errand is known about his Court. Turn about
your horse, fetch me in chains to justice, and how will you appear?
'Tis a summary way with a royal herald. I ask you with what eyes the
King will view this act, and with what penalties he will reward it?"
Jeffreys said nothing for a time, and then, speaking slowly, "You
have," he said, in a quieter voice, "a strong persuasion of the
Prince's triumph."
"My lord," said I, "you yourself shall be the judge. What cries are
these that issue from the town these many months? With what voices was
the Duke of Monmouth welcomed but yesterday? Nay, the people of this
very country-side, newly trodden and trampled by King James's dragoons,
scarred and lacerated by your own ensanguined hands, my lord--with what
a face do they regard James Stuart, and what a welcome think you they
would give ye for yourself?"
His lordship whitened under the moonlight, and his face betrayed an
emotion of terror. 'Twas plain that he had entertained these same
thoughts, and that my design had given him several unhappy hours. But
he made me no answer, and rode on, digesting these considerations with
what stomach he might.
Now all this time we were getting farther into the rude country parts
of the shire, and more than once I had turned the party upon a by-way,
so that by this we were come out by the devil knows where. Moreover, it
was become very late, and a shrewd wind from the south came snapping
about our faces. And thus it grew upon me that I must bring this
topsy-turvy adventure to some close, with what wit I might; the more
particularly as by his lordship's contrivance (I make no doubt) I rode
in the midst of a circle, and was evidently to consider myself a fast
prisoner in the meantime. Now I had bred in my mind a very tolerable
design by which I might have given 'em the slip, but by this time I
was too nearly watched for that, and the bare appearance of the little
inn of Wolcombe, which I was contemplating, would have served to start
suspicions, if not certainty, in Jeffreys's noddle. So thinks I to
myself that 'tis ever a bold course that runs the least risk, as,
indeed, I have always attributed my own security to my never shirking
a hazard in the passage of fortune. Upon which suggestion comes
another--that the present would serve as well as another opportunity,
and better too, seeing that his lordship's eyes were beginning to lower
on me at this undue delay. Wherefore what do I at this juncture, and
when jogging along the way in the full face of old Oliver, but rein
the nag to one side, and reaching down, open a huge gate that stood a
little aback from the road.
"What is this?" asked Jeffreys, in surprise.
"This is the place, my lord," said I, in a whisper. "If you will march
with me a little in the fore of these men, I will instruct you further
as we ride up."
There was a moment's pause on his part, but then I suppose he
considered the probabilities, and he saw that the road was clearly an
approach to some great house. At anyrate, he issued an order to his
escort, and the party wheeled up after me through the gateway and up
the avenue.
"I take it, sir," he said at once, "that the Prince lies here?"
"That is so, my lord," said I, though, to say sooth, I was all the time
wondering what the devil might lie at the end of this long passage,
and what should be my next turn in the game. But Jeffreys seemed
quite satisfied, and he even displayed a ruffle of eagerness at this
juncture; and so once more in deep silence we rode on, and came out
soon upon a great terrace of gravel surrounded by an amphitheatre
of trees, with the long house lying black and high upon one side.
The whole troop came to a halt here, and his lordship turned to me
as who should ask, "What must be done now?" It was manifest on the
instant that my only course lay in some prompt act, seeing that there
was no opportunity to show my heels; and so, beckoning him with a
quiet motion, I jogged on towards the house, Calypso's heels making
a devilish noise trampling on the stones. Somewhere within the house
shone a faint light, though 'twas long past midnight, and it seemed,
therefore, that someone was astir within. His lordship's eyes met
mine anxiously, and he moistened his lips. He was greatly agitated,
for certain, and the sight strung my nerves. Off I leaped, and rapped
loudly upon the knocker before the big door. Now I swear to you that
when I laid my fingers to the knocker I had never a thought in my head
as to the course I should pursue. But on that instant, and while the
echoes rang still in my ears, I took a quick notion. Leaning forward to
Jeffreys, I said, whispering,--
"My lord, I will prepare your way. Keep ye here, and you shall be
fetched presently."
He stared at me suspiciously and in some bewilderment; but ere he could
say anything the door swung gently back. With a spring I was across the
threshold--and click goes the lock behind me in the very face of the
astonished janitor. But he fell a-trembling.
"Who are you?" he said, while the light he carried shook in his hands.
"Hush!" says I, warningly; "make no noise. Your lives hang on it. There
is a pack of dirty cut-throats on my heels," I says.
"Oh, Lord!" he groaned, and retired hurriedly from the door. I followed
him, but he drew back, very suspicious.
"My good man," said I, judging him by his looks to be the butler, "pray
use me with no suspicion. I am come to warn you. See, I bear no arms,
but am a private and peaceful citizen like yourself."
"How come you here?" he asked, being somewhat reassured.
"I became privy to their designs by accident at the Wolcombe Inn, the
scurvy rogues," said I, very pat and indignant, "and I have rode on to
warn your master in the nick of time. Where may he be?"
"His lordship is abed, sir," he says.
"Oh, well," said I, "hale him forth."
"Nay, but I dare not," says he.
"Oh, very well," said I. "Then you shall have your throats cut, every
man."
His jaw fell; then, "I have a blunderbuss," says he, brightening of a
sudden.
"Blunderbuss!" says I, with a sneer. "Why, 'tis a veritable band of
roaring satans, that lives on blunderbusses."
"Oh, Lord deliver us!" he cried, and wrung his hands. "What shall we
do?"
Now, in point of fact, as you may see, 'twas in my power without more
ado to play on my poor butler's fears, and so, skipping out of a
back door, to leave Jeffreys and his crew to cool their heels on the
terrace. But I was by this time infused with a certain zest of the
adventure; I entertained it with a gusto; and so, drawing him gravely
to a window near by that looked upon the front.
"See you," said I, pointing out the escort where they lay in waiting,
"there's a monstrous set of rascals for ye, all a-hungering for blood,
they are, all a-spitting on their hands to flirt their hangers, with
which to slit the throats of poor civil citizens like me and you."
"Lord save us!" he said, with his teeth going. And just at that
moment a thin voice sounded from somewhere above, and a tall lean old
gentleman, wrapped in a night-rail and looking choleric of face, peered
over the stairway at us.
"What the devil are you at, Jenkins?" he says peevishly.
"Oh, my lord," cried Jenkins (if that was the fool's name), "'tis a
gentleman that has come to warn us--and there is a pack of highwaymen
without, and our throats shall all be cut! Heaven help us!"
"Silence, sirrah! I will have none of this noise," cries the old
gentleman, in a peppery voice. "You have disturbed my rest!" he says
angrily.
"But, my lord," cried poor Jenkins, "the highwaymen--"
"Well, well," says he, shrilly, "send 'em away. You must get rid of
'em," and he looked testily at the butler.
But by this time with the noise of our talking the whole house was
awake, and there came the sound of doors opening, and forth from dark
passages broke lights, and faces peeped over balustrades.
"My lord," said I, for 'twas time for me to think of old Jeffreys
outside, "'tis true there's highwaymen without, but I can think of a
way to trap 'em."
"'Tis well someone has his wits," says he, pettishly. "Well, what would
you do?"
"I would let the captain in," said I, "when he knocks on the door, and
shutting him off from his fellows, fall upon him and take him."
"What then?" said he.
"Why," says I, "you may then make your terms with the gang, having him
for a hostage."
"Why did you not think of that, Jenkins?" said the old gentleman,
querulously. "Jenkins, you shall capture the captain as this gentleman
advises."
But Jenkins's face fell, and he fidgeted with his fingers: 'twas plain
the mission was not to his taste. There was no time to spend upon such
tremors, for indeed I knew that Jeffreys would be getting suspicious in
his mind, and I was now resolute to put a score upon him for his ugly
behaviour. So said I: "There is no need, my lord, to entrust the matter
to Jenkins here, seeing that all may bear a hand. I make no doubt that
there be weapons of a kind, and if Mr Jenkins, maybe, will jump on the
villain's back when he is down--"
"Faith, that will I," said Jenkins, stoutly, and armed himself
forthwith with a warming-pan that hung upon the walls.
And that act setting the note, the company broke away in a commotion,
each securing some form of a missile wherewith to assail the miscreant.
And with that, as if the affair was already at an end, the old
gentleman pulls his wrapper close around him and returns very coolly to
his bed. But I had no time for these observations, for now was come
the occasion upon which my scheme depended, and,--
"There he knocks," said I, suddenly.
But they were all so cluttered with their fears and their excitement
that not one of them but believed I spoke the truth.
"Lord, how savage he knocks!" says a wench, with a shiver, and lays
hold of a lackey's arm.
I went down to the door, and upon the first lifting of the latch they
popped away like rabbits in a warren. There, sure enough, was his
lordship, in a mighty trepidation and with an ugly scowl.
"Come in," says I, in a whisper; "the Prince was abed, but will see you
at once, my lord."
He came over the threshold, and--clap--I shut the door behind him; and
when that was done I breathed more freely, for I knew that I was secure
in my game. The Chief Justice, looking very fine and stately, advanced
down the solitary hall, emerging under the dim light; and then, all of
a sudden a hassock came rustling through the air and took him in the
belly. Over he went with a little gasp, and measured his length upon
the floor. Upon that leaps out my friend Jenkins with his warming-pan,
and bestriding his lordship's back, sets to belabouring for dear life.
Immediately after, and encouraged by this, others of the lackeys sprang
forth and fell to maltreating the poor cully where he lay.
"Take that, you lousy knave, you?" says one fat wench, and turns over
him a kitchen utensil of some kind.
"Let me scratch his eyes!" cries another; and Lord love you, what with
their exclamations and the screaming, to say nothing of the noise of
Jenkins's warming-pan and his lordship's angry oaths, you would have
thought that Bedlam was broke loose.
But in the midst of it all I caught suddenly a sound of horses' hoofs
upon the gravel, and on the top of that came a hammering at the door. I
am no fool to outstay my welcome and so thinks I that the time is come,
and seizing a light that stood near by I made straight through the
midst of that uproar and plunged into the nether darkness of the house.
Here, by picking my way through divers passages, I presently came forth
by a side door and passed out into the night. A shrill whistle in the
old way fetched Calypso to me whinnying, and as I put my hand upon her
bridle I turned back and listened. There was that pandemonium still
within the hall, reaching me faintly through the open doorway, and the
escort was still hammering on the hall door. Then I leaped into the
saddle and turned the mare's nose down a side track in the park, and
the last I heard as I rode off, chuckling to myself, was the noise of
the escort pounding on the door.
THE ATTACK ON THE CHAISE
I have had ever an eye for a doxy, and in the course of my life have
happened upon a variety of the sex such as falls to few men. Some
have been fine ladies, brave with their lace and powder, and others
again have descended upon a scale to the common Kixsywinsy; but in the
end I would wager Polly Scarlet against any of the pack. Yet I will
confess that there were some that have mightily tickled me, and one
or two that went near to turn my head for their looks alone, to speak
nothing of their state and grace. Not but what I have long learned the
measure of beauty, and how far it may go--a man is a fool to surrender
to that on the summons; yet I will not deny how greatly it disturbs
the midriff, and, coming home so sharp, does thus affect the bearing
of us all. Madam or miss, there was no handsomer lady in town on that
summer night when I encountered her than Sir Philip Caswell's ward, and
'twas that, I'll be bound, influenced me in my behaviour subsequently.
Nevertheless, I vow I did not care two straws for the pretty puss in my
heart.
'Twas after a long evening at a gaming house in Marylebone that I
was returning on my two legs through the fields for Soho. I was in a
pleasant temper, having filled my pockets with king's pictures, and I
had drunk nothing save a bottle or so of good burgundy since dinner.
The hour, indeed, was past midnight, and I was casting up the chances
to find supper at the Pack Horse, or the Golden Eagle, or some other
house known to me. "Well," says I, as I came out in the hedgerows,
"'tis nearly one, and rip me if I do not sup and lie abed by two, and
live virtuous," for I was pleased with what I was carrying, and loth
to lose it. A bird was calling in a flutter from the hedge, and just
upon that another sound came to my ears, and on the still air arose
the clamour of swords in engagement. This was nothing to me, for I am
not used to intermeddle in such affairs as nocturnal brawls, unless,
indeed, I am gone in liquor, as sometimes happens, or am led off by
troublesome company. But to the sounds of the fight succeeded the voice
of a woman, crying, but not very loudly, for help. This, as you may
believe, was upon another footing, for there was never a petticoat that
appealed to Dick Ryder in her trouble in vain, as my records will prove
on any road in England. So off I set at a run in the direction of the
sounds, which seemed to stream out of the entrance to Windmill Street.
The houses here were black and silent (it being so late) and there was
no sign of any interest on the part of the inhabitants of the quarter.
But the moon, which had been under a scurry of clouds, struck out of
her shelter and showed me plain the scene of the struggle. There, in
the roadway, stood the body of a chaise, with two trampling horses,
while about it was a melley of figures, two of which were engaged,
hammer and tongs, upon each other. I was not long ere I had seized the
situation, and interpreted it properly; and, whipping out my blade, I
made no ado about falling on the assailants of the chaise. 'Twas easy
to make out who these were, inasmuch as one of the men wore a mask
across his eyes. I ran upon him and those behind him, while I was aware
of the woman's cry that still issued out of the chaise but now suddenly
stopped.
At that I lunged, but on that same instant the scum about him came at
me from the side, so that I was forced to keep my eyes and weapon in
two places. The man in the mask had not ceased to ply his point on the
gentleman whom I took to be the owner of the chaise, and this seemed
a sturdy, obstinate fellow enough, for he puffed and grunted hard at
my ear, but fought like any dragon. One of those that came at me I
winged in the arm, and, swiftly dodging behind my ally, I came upon
the masked man and ran him through the shoulder without advertisement.
He dropped his arm with an oath, and, as he did so, the mask fell from
his face, which showed clear and lean in the moonlight. But that was no
sooner done than the big man by me lurched and staggered, so that it
was plain he had taken something in his vitals. Well, here was I now
all alone with that evil pack about me, pressing on me like birds of
prey, for although I had pinked one and his master, there was two more
able-bodied culleys left, to say nothing of the master himself, whose
wound, to judge from his language, was more painful than serious. I am
quick at a resolve, and know when to withdraw from in front of odds.
There was a man fallen wounded, and maybe dead, and no signs of the
watch; while from the chaise peered, as I caught a glimpse, a white
and terrified face in the moonlight. The coachman, it was clear, had
taken to his heels already, and the horses stood champing and trembling
and swaying in their alarm at the noises. What does I, then, as there
was a little lull in the fray and the others temporarily drew off, but
stoop and lift the big man from the ground and bundle him rapidly into
the chaise. Bang goes the door and, leaping to the coachman's seat, I
lashed the horses with the flat of my blade. They started in a panic,
and the chaise went plunging and rocking down the narrow way.
This fetched me into King Street, and, in fear of pursuit, I stood up
and banged at the nags, so that I had them bumping at a gallop round
into the Oxford Road and on the way for Tyburn. When we had run some
distance I brought 'em to with an effort, and, hearing no noise of the
enemy, descended and opened the door of the chaise. The moon shone
sufficiently for me to make out the humped body of the man I had thrust
in so roughly, and opposite, white, shrinking, and in an evident state
of terror and agitation, a mighty handsome and engaging miss that
stared at me helplessly.
"Is--is he dead?" she asked hoarsely.
"Faith, miss," says I, "I cannot say. Yet I hope not. He's not for
worms, I'll warrant. Best get him home and have a surgeon fetched; and
if you will acquaint me with the house, I will make so bold as to take
you myself."
She waited a moment and then spoke, giving a street in St James's,
at which I made her a congee and got upon the box again. I am better
astride a nag than with a whip in my hand, and moreover the night was
now pretty dark, yet 'twas not long ere we had reached the house, and,
the bell being rung and the servants called, the fat gentleman was got
in safely enough. Upon that someone flies for the surgeon, and there
was I all alone with the lady, and not loth to clap my peepers on her
more nearly. She moved with a style, but had a fearful air, yet it was
her face that took me most. She was young and slender and nothing too
tall--large-eyed and round of limb, and with a mouth that budded in
repose and opened like a flower in speech. But she was very still and
white just then.
"I am Sir Philip Caswell's ward, sir," she says, very tremulously, "and
we are much beholden to you."
"I am honoured, madam," said I with a congee again, "to have been of
some small service to you."
"The scoundrels fell upon us by Windmill Street upon our way home," she
continued, with a pretty shudder. "Sir Philip stepped out to face them.
I begged he would not, but he is very obstinate."
"Faith, miss, what could he do less?" said I.
"We might have whipped up and so escaped them," says she, with an air
of some petulance now, "but that our cowardly man took to his heels and
left us helpless."
As she spoke she eyed me with more coldness, I thought, than the
occasion warranted, for all she was so shook, and though she had
made me her compliments quite prettily, she had spoke as if she were
thinking of something else; which, as you will conceive, nettled me
not a little. It was as if she wished me away, for she fell silent and
cast glances at the chamber clock that hung at the wall. But seeing
I had been at the pains for her and the old fat man, why, says I to
myself, rip me if I will go like any discharged lackey. I will tire
her out, says I, and let Beauty yawn or pay in gratitude. So I sat on
in the saloon, making conversation as it seemed fit to me to serve one
of her class and age. No doubt she was tired, for the hour was about
two in the morning, yet her pretty yawns, which she feigned to cover
with her hands, vexed me. But indeed I might have gone forth and left
her there and then for very shame as would have been natural, had it
not been that an excuse came to aid me in a message from Sir Philip,
who had recovered under the attentions of the surgeon. He had learned,
it seemed, that his rescuer was in the house and begged that he might
be allowed to thank him in person presently. This set me in feather,
but miss in the sulks, as I thought, which maddened me the more that
the hussy should prove so ungrateful, particularly at a time when she
should be showing concern at her adventure or, at least, grief for her
guardian. Yet as I watched her, perish me but she charmed me with her
petulant prettiness the more. Such a dainty head and a mouth so pert
and alluring I had never yet clapped eyes on, which I say for all that
followed.