HOW I TOOK NAOMI TO MULLION PORTH AND THEN STARTED WITH ELI TO FIND THE
TREASURE
Eli told his story first. With many strange ejaculations and
gesticulations he related how he had sought out Jonathan Cowling, the
old man who had so often visited me while I had been a prisoner at
Trevose, and how, after much difficulty, he had persuaded him to be
communicative. Then Jonathan told him that a messenger had brought a
letter in Naomi's writing asking him to protect her from me by taking me
prisoner, and that he would serve her greatly by guarding me. He told
Eli, too, how his suspicions had been aroused, especially when, after
the news came of Naomi's death, the Tresidders came and seemed anxious
to say as little as possible. Richard Tresidder told him that Naomi had
died of a disease that necessitated her immediate burial, and that no
doctor had been able to visit her. This set the old man a-wondering
greatly, and thus it came about that when Eli told his story he was
anxious to render him what assistance lay in his power. Especially was
Jonathan delighted at the news of my safety, for he did not see how I
could have escaped from Trevose alive, even although Nick Tresidder had
failed to overcome me in the smugglers' cave. He assured him, moreover,
that Richard Tresidder had taken up his abode at Trevose, and claimed
to be the owner of the estate according to the conditions of Mrs.
Penryn's will.
All this Eli told me with many other things which need not be mentioned
here, and after this Naomi related her experiences. Her story confirmed
in almost every detail what I had surmised. Her life at Pennington had
been one long series of persecutions after the time she had borne
witness before my judges that I was innocent of carrying a false light
along the coast. She told me, too, that after she had absolutely refused
to marry Nick Tresidder, their one desire seemed to be to induce her to
take the veil. She was sorely tempted to yield to their wishes,
especially after the man from Trevose came, telling her that I was dead;
and presently when a priest came, she lent a willing ear to his
persuasions, and promised to go to a house which was in many ways
regarded as an institution for novitiates. Some papers were brought to
her, but although she was much distracted, she did not think she had
signed any which were of importance. She understood from the priest that
on taking the veil her property would pass into the possession of the
Church, although she gathered from scraps of conversation which she had
heard, that Tresidder and the priests were arranging the matter between
them.
With regard to her experiences at Lanherne, she assured me that she had
been treated with great kindness, and while not allowed outside the
grounds, she had comparative liberty within them. She believed that
while the lord of the manor was an ardent Catholic, and had practically
given up the house to the use of the Catholic clergy, he would not be a
party to anything wrong. The priests had told her that they had seen
the meeting between her and myself in the garden, and this had
determined them to take her to a convent on the Continent immediately.
For the rest, she had been treated with kindness and consideration.
It was early in the morning when we arrived at Truro, and we determined
to stay at a good inn there, which, if I remember aright, went under the
name of "The Royal." The owner looked at us somewhat suspiciously, but
when he saw that we were well mounted asked no questions. It was now two
nights since I had had any sleep, while Naomi was much fatigued; so
after breakfast we lay down for a few hours, and then I paid a visit to
Lawyer Trefry.
Keen lawyer as he was, and doubtless used to many strange stories, Mr.
Trefry was much startled at what I told him, and seemed much interested
in my own experiences as well as in Naomi's.
"They are a clever lot, these Tresidders," he said, approvingly. "As I
told you long ago, they never leave a bone until it is picked dry."
"But have they not put themselves within reach of the law?" I asked.
"Not they."
"Not in imprisoning me?"
"Who's to prove it was they? You do not know who took you away from
Falmouth, and naturally they will not witness against themselves."
"And what about Miss Penryn?" I asked.
"There is no case there, Jasper Pennington. Richard Tresidder is the
young woman's guardian until she is twenty one, and as far as I can see,
you can prove nothing illegal against him. Indeed, he has a case against
you, for you have forcibly taken her from those under whose protection
she had been placed by his and her own consent. Mind, I do not think he
will proceed against you publicly, because he would not care for the
matter to be discussed openly, but if you sought to prosecute, he would
be able to answer all your accusations easily."
"But what about him saying that she was dead? What of him taking
possession of Trevose? What of the priest's trying to destroy her
identity?"
"Trust Tresidder and the priest to get out of that. Besides, for that
matter, we must remember that the man is her guardian still, that he has
the right to place her practically where he will. If he were to come to
the inn where she is staying and demand that she shall go with him, he
would have the law on his side."
I was silent, for I saw that he was speaking the truth.
"Your plan, as far as I can see, is to place her in seclusion and safety
until she is twenty-one, then she can claim her own. Meanwhile, my lad,
you keep out of sight, for you are not safe. If I were you I would leave
the county, while the further Miss Penryn is removed from the Tresidders
the better, for no doubt you are right in all your surmises about them."
His words made me for the moment feel helpless, and I cursed the family
who had been my enemies.
"There is no need of all that, Jasper, my lad," said the lawyer, grimly.
"Neither Richard Tresidder nor his son are much worse than many others
who might be in their place. It was natural for the woman who married
your grandfather to seek to do well for her son; it was natural, too,
that they should seek to maintain the position which they secured. You
are the one man they have to fear, consequently it is reasonable to
suppose that they should protect themselves against you. It is
generally understood that Tresidder is in a sad way financially; he is
therefore trying, and naturally, too, to save himself through his ward.
If she had fallen in love with Nick, all would have been well with him;
but she hasn't. Instead, she falls in love with you. Oh, you needn't
blush, my lad, I can see how things stand. Very well; Tresidder sees
that if she marries you, you will be owner of Trevose, and will thus be
able, under your grandfather's curious will, to oust him from
Pennington. He is naturally fighting for his hand; ay, and will to the
end. You may call him a villain if you like, but his course is almost
natural. The fact is, the old lady was, and is, ambitious for her
family, and all of them love money, dearly love it. This explains their
actions. Mark, I will admit that the whole lot of them have stained
their honour to get their way, but not more than most others would have
done had they been similarly circumstanced."
Lawyer Trefry walked up and down his office as he said this, and seemed
to be speaking partly to himself, partly to me.
"But I have no money," I said, "neither has Naomi. How can I do as you
suggest?"
"That shall be forthcoming if you will do as I suggest," he replied. "I
will find a safe retreat for the young lady, at least I will try,
although my name must not appear in the matter. Of course, it will take
a week or two; in the meantime, you could, perhaps, arrange for a safe
hiding-place, for I dare not let her stay at my house, much as I would
like."
"And until Naomi is twenty-one?" I asked.
"Tresidder will be the nominal owner of Trevose. It cannot be helped. I
don't think he will do anything very rash; in any case it seems to be
the only arrangement for the present. In the meanwhile I will consider
the matter more carefully, and what can be done shall be done."
I suggested many other things, but I did not succeed in altering Mr.
Trefry's opinions.
Now when I had left him, while I could not help seeing that he had
uttered many wise words, I was far from satisfied with his plans. True,
Naomi had promised to be my wife, but my whole nature revolted at the
thought of becoming entirely dependent on her income, while my rightful
possessions had been robbed from me. Thus, although the lawyer had told
me to leave the county, so as to ensure my safety until Naomi came of
age, I determined that I would stay and seek to get back my own. True, I
had been entirely unsuccessful in the past, and had played into the
hands of those who had wronged me. At the same time I had been learning
wisdom, and I pondered over the schemes which had come into my mind.
It was dark when we left Truro, for I did not think it wise to travel in
the day. I took the precaution, however, to buy a brace of pistols in
the town. This I was able to do by means of the money which Eli had
obtained from Jonathan Cowling, the old serving-man at Trevose.
By the following morning we had reached Mullion Porth, and without
difficulty found the house of Mrs. Mary Crantock. Indeed, we found
Tamsin standing in the little green-painted porch as if she expected us.
Now I must confess that I felt uneasy at being obliged to resort to this
means of finding a temporary home for my love. I did not know Mrs. Mary
Crantock, and I was afraid lest Tamsin Truscott should betray me. At the
same time I did not see what else I could do. To take her to Trevose was
altogether impracticable; Pennington was just as bad, even worse, while
Lawyer Trefry expressly stated that he could not consent for her to be
taken to his house. Moreover, I trusted that Naomi by her kindness and
winsomeness would make both Mrs. Crantock and Tamsin her friends.
I found Mrs. Crantock to be an exceedingly pious woman. She had been
very religiously inclined previous to Mr. Wesley's visit to Cornwall,
and since then her religion had become more pronounced. Her great aim in
life seemed to be to make people believe in the Methodist doctrines, and
to become converted according to the ideas of those wonderful people.
She had found out through Tamsin that the young lady I was seeking to
rescue was brought up a Papist, and this caused her to be eager to give
her a home. First, because she was anxious to know the distinctive
doctrines of the Papists; and, second, because she would have an
opportunity of, to use her own terms, "snatching a brand from the
burning."
The great thing that comforted me, however, was the fact that she seemed
desirous of making my love safe and comfortable, for I determined that I
would not stay at Mullion Porth, but take immediate steps to see if what
Eli had told me about the buried treasure was true.
Two hours after she had been welcomed at Mrs. Crantock's, therefore, I
left the house. It was terribly hard for me to tear myself away from my
love, especially as she clung fondly to me as her only protector. How
gladly I would have stayed with her, God only knows, but for the sake of
my little maid's good name, as well as for many other reasons, I dared
not.
When I bade her good-bye, however, I saw Tamsin watching us, and the
look on her face almost made me shudder, and at that moment I repented
bringing Naomi to Mullion Cove. It was too late to draw back now,
however; besides, I was powerless.
One of the difficulties which confronted me after I had left was what to
do with the horses, and Eli and I had a long conversation as to the
course we should pursue concerning them. While we talked Tamsin came to
us.
"Mr. Jasper," she said, "can I help you?"
"You are very good, Tamsin," I said; "I am afraid you could not. I want
to send these horses back to Trevose, and I know not how it is to be
done."
"Even a sister may be useful," she said, in tones which I could not
understand.
I looked at her questioningly.
"I will see that the horses are taken to Trevose," she said, quietly.
"How, Tamsin?"
"I have many means. My father has many men who will do anything for me."
"Could it be done without letting the Tresidders know?" I asked,
eagerly.
"Why not? They could be taken to an inn at St. Columb or Padstow, and
then the man who goes with them could take a note to the Jonathan
Cowling you told us about, telling him what he had done."
I thought over this plan very carefully, and then I congratulated Tamsin
on being such a clever girl. She did not reply to my words, however,
but instead kept her eyes on the ground as though she were thinking
deeply.
"Will you arrange this, Tamsin?" I said, presently.
"Yes, I will arrange it."
"So that neither your father nor the Tresidders shall suspect anything?"
"Yes, it shall be done."
Then I went away, pondering at Tamsin's behaviour, for although she
seemed to be kind I could not understand her.
Now, Mullion Forth is only a few miles from Kynance Cove, and as I was
anxious not to meet with any of Cap'n Jack's gang, I suggested to Eli
that we should keep as far inland as possible.
"No," grunted Eli.
"Why?"
"You said that we must vind the dreckshuns for Granfer's treasure."
"Yes, but they are at St. Eve, are they not?"
"No, no! Aw, aw!" and he laughed like one tickled.
"Tell me what you mean, Eli."
"Cap'n Jack do think 'ee's awful clever, 'ee do. 'Ee do zay 'ee can vind
out everything. But 'ee ded'n reckon 'pon poor little Eli. Little Eli
knawed he'd be allays at mawther. He ded think the dreckshuns was cloase
to Granfer's Caave. Zo they wos, but Eli took 'em to a plaace ovver by
Kynance Cove. Aw, aw!"
"Then they are near Cap'n Jack's house?"
"Iss, iss. Cloase by. Mawther was purtly frightened when she cudden vind
the paper. But little Eli knawed, an' ded'n zay nothin'."
"And what are we to do?"
"Git cloase to the Cove, then lop round till dark, after that little
Eli'll tell 'ee."
"But why did you take the papers there?"
"People do look everywhere cipt cloase by their own doors. Little Eli
ed'n a fool!"
Now I must confess that all this talk about the buried treasure became
very foolish to me at this time. As I have said, there were many tales
when I was a boy about such things until no one took any heed. Still I
determined to make the most of Eli's knowledge, for if what he suspected
were true, I should be able to buy back Pennington at once, and have the
Tresidders in my power. All the same, I built very little upon it, and
through the day tried to make plans which should be more feasible.
When darkness came on we made our way across Goonhilly Downs and came
down to the cove when the tide was at its ebb. I saw Cap'n Jack's house
in the distance, by means of a light which shone from the window, and
could not help thinking of the morning when I first saw it, and of the
circumstances under which I came thither. Only a little more than a year
had passed away since then, and yet it seemed ages.
"We must be very careful, Eli," I said; "if I am caught by Cap'n Jack's
gang I am a dead man."
"All right," grunted Eli. "You'll not be seed. I'll take care o' that.
Come after me."
He led the way down a beaten track until we came to a deep gorge, by
which we were completely hidden.
When we had reached the bottom of the gorge I stopped suddenly.
"I heard a noise, Eli," I whispered. "Stop, listen!"
We stopped, but all was silent. No wind blew, and so every sound was
easily heard. I ran up the path again, and looked around. The moon had
not yet risen, but the night was clear. Still I could see nothing.
"Maaster Jasper es feartened," grunted Eli; "come on."
I followed him again, and had scarcely reached the beach when a sound
like the crack of a musket reached our ears.
"The devil es blawin' hes billies (bellows) to-night," laughed Eli.
Now, as all the world knows, the devil is supposed to wander much among
the caves in Kynance Cove. Perhaps this is owing to many of the strange
sounds heard there. In one of the caves a terrible hissing sound may be
heard, which is called the "Devil's Frying-Pan;" in another is a deep
hole, from which a vapour like steam comes forth, and this is called the
"Devil's Punch-Bowl." It is also said that he walks in bodily form among
the rocks, and makes great noises with his bellows.
"We need'n fear Cap'n Jack's gang to-night," laughed Eli.
"Why?"
"They never come near 'ere when th'oull Sir Nick is blowin' hes billies
by night."
I remembered the stories I had heard when I lived among them, and
believed he told the truth.
"I shudden like to zee th'oull chap hisself," grunted Eli, with a laugh,
"I shudden mind, though. We cud git our way ef he wos to come. We cud
jist sell ourselves to un, and then you'd bait the Trezidders aisy."
I did not reply, for a great dread laid hold of me. Besides, the sight
of Eli, as he made his way between the rocks, grunting and making all
sorts of weird noises, was enough to make one's blood run cold.
"Remember, Eli," I said, "everything must be clear and right. I'll have
no dealings with darkness, mind that."
But Eli made no answer, except to go jabbering as though he were mad.
"'Tes a good job the tide es out," he grunted, presently.
"Why?"
"We cudden git in the Devil's Church else."
"What have we to do with the Devil's Church?"
"The dreckshuns be there," and he laughed in his strange, guttural way.
As I have said, being better educated than most of the Cornish folk, I
had been led to disbelieve in many of the foolish stories told, but I
shuddered at the idea of going there. For, first of all, it was very
difficult to get into, and could only be reached when the tide was out,
and it was, moreover, reputed to be accursed ground. Here shipwrecked
sailors had been lured by inviting lights and welcome sounds, and here
they had met their doom.
"I'll not go there, Eli," I gasped.
"Don't be a vool, Jasper Pennington," snarled Eli. "We sh'll be saafe
there. Nobody will disturb us. I put it there, I did. Come on,
Pennington; and yer love is there, you boobah."
I saw that the dwarf was much excited, and, like one under a spell, I
followed him without another word. We climbed over many slippery,
dangerous rocks, and then walked over the grass-grown summits of a
small island. Then we slowly descended on the south side of the island.
Neither of us spoke, for we were in great danger. Below us, many feet
down, were great jagged rocks, at whose feet the frothy waves leaped.
"How much farther?" I asked.
"Here we be," grunted Eli, and he disappeared.
The next minute I found myself in a roomy cavern.
"Wait, and I'll get a light," cried Eli, feeling in his pockets.
I heard a strange whizzing noise, and then something struck against my
face, and I heard a screech in the darkness outside.
"This is the Devil's Church," grunted Eli, "and 'tes 'ere I've put the
dreckshuns."