TOMMY IS FOUND AND FOUND OUT.
When Clare woke from his first sleep, which he did within an hour--for
he was too hungry to sleep straight on, and the door, imperfectly
closed by Tommy, had come open, and let in a cold wind with the
moonlight--he raised himself on his elbow, and peered from his stone
shelf into the dreary hut. He could not at once tell where he was, but
when he remembered, his first thought was Tommy. He looked about for
him. Tommy was nowhere. Then he saw the open door, and remembered he
had gone out. Surely it was time he had come back! Stiff and sore, he
turned on his longitudinal axis, crept down from the forge, and went
out shivering to look for his imp. The moon shone radiant on the rusty
iron, and the glamour of her light rendered not a few of its shapes
and fragments suggestive of cruel torture. Picking his way among
spikes and corners and edges, he walked about the hideous wilderness
searching for Tommy, afraid to call for fear of attracting attention.
The hen too was walking about, disconsolate, but she took no notice of
him, neither did the sight of her give him any hint or rouse in him
the least suspicion: how could he suspect one so innocent and troubled
for the avenging genius through whom Tommy’s white face lay upturned
to the white moon! Her egg-shells lay scattered, each a ghastly point
in the moonshine, each a silent witness to the deed that had been
done. Tommy scattered and forgot them; the moon gathered and noted
them. But they told Clare nothing, either of Tommy’s behaviour or of
Tommy himself.
He came at last to the heap of metal, and there lay Tommy, caught in
its skeleton protrusions. A shiver went through him when he saw the
pallid face, and the dark streak of blood across it. He concluded that
in trying to get over the wall he had failed and fallen back. He
climbed and took him in his arms. Tommy was no weight for Clare, weak
with hunger as he was, to carry to the smithy. He laid him on the
hearth, near the fire, and began to blow it up. The roaring of the
wind in the fire did not wake him. Clare went on blowing. The heat
rose and rose, and brought the boy to himself at last, in no
comfortable condition. He opened his eyes, scrambled to his feet, and
stared wildly around him.
“Where is it?” he cried.
“Where’s what?” rejoined Clare, leaving the bellows, and taking a hold
of him lest he should fall off.
“The head that flew out of the water-butt,” answered Tommy with a
shudder.
“Have you lost your senses, Tommy?” remonstrated Clare. “I found you
lying on a heap of old iron against the wall, with the moon shining on
you.”
“Yes, yes!--the moon! She jumped out of the water-butt, and got a hold
of me as I was getting down. I knew she would!”
“I didn’t think you were such a fool, Tommy!” said Clare.
“Well, you hadn’t the pluck to go yourself! You stopt in!” cried
Tommy, putting his hand to his head, but more sorely hurt that an
idiot should call him a fool.
“Come and let me see, Tommy,” said Clare.
He wanted to find out if he was much hurt; but Tommy thought he wanted
to go to the water-butt, and screamed.
“Hold your tongue, you little idiot!” cried Clare. “You’ll have all
the world coming after us! They’ll think I’m murdering you!”
Tommy restrained himself, and gradually recovering, told Clare what he
had discovered, but not what he had found.
“There’s something yellow on your jacket! What is it?” said Clare. “I
do believe--yes, it is!--you’ve been eating an egg! Now I remember! I
saw egg-shells, more than two or three, lying in the yard, and the
poor hen walking about looking for her eggs! You little rascal! You
pig of a boy! I won’t thrash you this time, because you’ve fetched
your own thrashing. But--!”
He finished the sentence by shaking his fist in Tommy’s face, and
looking as black at him as he was able.
“I do believe it was the hen herself that frighted you!” he added.
“She served you right, you thief!”
“I didn’t know there was any harm,” said Tommy, pretending to sob.
“Why didn’t you bring me my share, then?”
“’Cos I knowed you’d ha’ made me give ’em back to the hen!”
“And you didn’t know there was any harm, you lying little brute!”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Now, look here, Tommy! If you don’t mind what I tell you, you and I
part company. One of us two must be master, and I will, or you must
tramp. Do you hear me?”
“I can’t do without wictuals!” whimpered Tommy. “I didn’t come wi’
_you_ a purpose to be starved to death!”
“I dare say you didn’t; but when I starve, you must starve too; and
when I eat, you shall have the first mouthful. What did you come with
me for?”
“’Acos you was the strongest,” answered Tommy, “an’ I reckoned you
would get things from coves we met!”
“Well, I’m not going to get things from coves we meet, except they
give them to me. But have patience, Tommy, and I’ll get you all you
can eat. You must give me time, you know! I ain’t got work yet!--Come
here. Lie down close to me, and we’ll go to sleep.”
The urchin obeyed, pillowed his head on Clare’s chest, and went fast
asleep.
Clare slept too after a while, but the necessities of his relation to
Tommy were fast making a man of him.