“Answer vague as this but confirms her guilt.”
The next day Lord L⸺ and Mr. Jackson, in pursuance of the plan of
operations suggested by the latter, set out, at a very early hour, for
Whitehaven.
When in the vicinity of the Gins, and in sight of a clump of fir-trees
which shade a part of that road, their ears were saluted by loud, coarse
laughter, clanking of chains, and trampling of horses.
In a few moments a troop of mounted colliers began to make their
appearance, emerging from behind the trees. The gentlemen could
immediately perceive that the party was headed by that far famed Amazon,
called Jin of the Gins. Her costume and whole appearance such as have
already been described. With a countenance full of impudent glee, she
was throwing occasional looks and loud speeches behind her, as, with
perfect ease, she sat without saddle, and guided with a bridle of
rope, apparently the same animal on which we have already seen her.
Her companions were, of course, not better mounted. They, indeed,
chiefly rode in couples, a male and a female on each beast, and, not
unfrequently, seated back to back, with all their four heels goading the
ribs of the but half-alive animal, to keep it in motion.
Lord L⸺ and Mr. Jackson were by this time close to them, and his
lordship, his countenance expressive of much disgust, was just beginning
to guide his rein with a careful hand, and measure his distances with
a cautious eye, for the purpose of passing through this sooty train
without soil, when the whole troop, closing round both gentlemen, and
whirling their hats in the air, gave a loud cheer, followed by sudden
silence and a simultaneous grin, which shewed at one flash the teeth of
the whole party. The next moment, seeming to perceive that they were not
understood, numerous voices uttered at once, “Some ’ot te drink—an ye
please.”
Lord L⸺, as soon as he could be got to comprehend, complied with the
request, and was passing on, amid three cheers louder than the former,
when Mr. Jackson, addressing him in an under tone, said he felt
inclined to have some conversation with those people, as it was not at
all impossible that a seemingly careless question might obtain some
accidental clue to information. Lord L⸺ smiled incredulously, but checked
his horse, and Mr. Jackson, adapting his language to his company, and
addressing the man nearest him, said, “Have you had many people to see
the Bottom lately?”
The whole troop halted and wheeled, for they had just begun to move
forward. Their intrepid leader, finding herself, by this unexpected
evolution, in the centre of her forces, placed the fore-feet of her beast
on a mound of earth, to give herself a certain elevation above the rest,
planted her arms a-kimbo, and assumed a listening attitude, “I doon’t na
I’s sure,” replied the man spoken to. A second fellow here interposed
with, “It’s no se lang sine Sir Sydney was doon wid——”
“Haud yeer gab, ye feul!” interrupted our Amazon, in a voice of
authority. “Sir Sydney, indeed! Its lang enew sine Sir Sydney was doon!
He’s no been on dry land for monny a day.”
“And pray,” inquired Mr. Jackson, who remembered the mention he had once
heard of the name from the lips of Henry, “who is Sir Sydney?”
“The best friend,” replied the man who had just been interrupted, “the
Bottom folk hay.”
“No but a feller that’s oot on his mind,” said Jin of the Gins, with
a marked impatience, which she endeavoured to screen, by increasing
boldness of deportment, and repeated kicks on the sides of her charger.
He, however, was in no haste to move, and the man replied again: “He may
be no just quite right; bit he gives folk plenty te drink, for aw that!”
“Out of his mind!” repeated Mr. Jackson. “But did you not say, that the
last time this Sir Sydney was down, he had gentlefolk with him?” Now, Mr.
Jackson was quite aware, that the fellow had not yet said so.
“Gentlefolk?” repeated the man, “whough aye: ’at was the night ’at——”
Here he was again interrupted with a repetition of, “Haud yeer gab, ye
feul,” from Jin, who now speaking angrily, and addressing Mr. Jackson,
said, with her large sooty arm out-stretched, and pointing towards
Whitehaven, “Gang yeer gate, and let us gang oors: we hey ney time te
clatter nonsense aboot crazy folk!”
Then, with a more determined effort than before, she forced the wretched
animal she rode, to raise its unwilling head, lift its ponderous hoofs,
and, finally, urged by reiterated kicks and curses, to move forward. The
renewed clanking of the chains, that trailed on the ground on either
side, duly accompanying her progress; while the rest of the troop,
deeming some mark of courtesy due to gentlemen who had given them money
to drink, set up a parting cheer, as they followed in her track; soon
after which, they recommenced their own coarse jests, and loud laughter.
Lord L⸺ thought the sum of information obtained, did not amount to much.
But Mr. Jackson reminded him that Sir Sydney was the appellation ascribed
by Henry, many years since, to a very remarkable looking person, whom
he, Mr. Jackson, had seen in very familiar conversation with Henry.
This certainly was a sort of clue; and Jin’s unwillingness to let the men
speak, looked suspicious. It seemed highly probable that both Jin and Sir
Sydney were agents of Henry’s.
The two gentlemen now proceeded to some of the overseers of the works,
where they learnt that the person, called by the colliers and rabble
of the Gins, Sir Sydney, was a madman who fancied the coal vessels the
British fleet, and himself an admiral; and who was thence called, in
derision, Sir Sydney Smyth. They next repaired to the magistrates, who,
on hearing all the particulars, recommended that no alarm should be
given, by any premature examination of Jin of the Gins; but, that they
should wait till the man, calling himself Sir Sydney, should make his
appearance, and then apprehend him and all his associates together.
This plan being approved of by all parties, was adopted accordingly.