Master Jacky made two discoveries next day, both of which he announced
with staring eyes and in breathless haste, having previously dashed into
the parlour like a miniature thunderbolt.
The first was that the bathing-pool was clean swept away by the floods,
not a vestige of it being left. The whole family rushed out to see with
their own eyes. They saw and were convinced. Not a trace of it
remained. Even the banks of the little stream had been so torn and
altered by gushing water and tumbling rocks that it was almost
impossible to say where that celebrated pool had been. The rains having
commenced again on Monday, (just as if Sunday had been allowed to clear
up in order to let people get to church), the family returned to the
house, some to read and sketch, Mr Sudberry and George to prepare for a
fishing excursion, despite the rain.
The second discovery was more startling in its nature. Jacky announced
it with round eyes and a blazing face, thus--
"Oh! ma, old Moggy's d-dyin'!"
The attractive power of "sweeties" and a certain fondness for the old
woman in the boy's heart had induced Jacky to visit the hut so
frequently, that it at last came to be understood, that, when the imp
was utterly lost, he was sure to be at old Moggy's! He had sauntered
down, indifferent to rain, to call on his friend just after discovering
the destruction of the bathing-pool, and found her lying on the bundle
of rags which constituted her bed. She was groaning woefully. Jack
went forward with much anxiety. The old woman was too ill to raise
herself; but she had sufficient strength to grasp the child's hand, and,
drawing him towards her, to stroke his head.
"Hallo! Moggy, you're ill!"
A groan and a gasp was the reply, and the poor creature made such wry
faces, and looked altogether so cadaverous, that Jacky was quite
alarmed. He suggested a drink of water, and brought her one. Then, as
the old woman poured out a copious stream of Gaelic with much emphasis,
he felt that the presence of some more able and intelligent nurse was
necessary; so, like a sensible boy, he ran home and delivered his
report, as has been already described.
Lucy and Fred hastened at once to the hut of the old woman, and found
her in truth in a high fever, the result, no doubt, of the severe
wetting of the day before, and having slept in damp clothes. Her mind
was wandering a little when Lucy knelt at her side and took her hand,
but she retained sufficient self-control to look up and exclaim
earnestly, "I can say'd noo--I can say'd noo! I can say, _Thy will be
done_!"
She became aware, as she said so, that the visitor at her side was not
the one she had expected.
"Eh! ye're no' Miss Flora."
"No, dear granny, but I am quite as anxious to help you, and Flora will
come very soon. We have only just heard of your illness, and have sent
a message to Flora. Come, tell me what is the matter; let me put your
poor head right."
Old Moggy submitted with a groan, and Lucy, assisted by Fred,
endeavoured to make her bed a little more comfortable, while the anxious
and staring Jacky was sent back to the house for some tea and a dry
flannel gown. Before his return, however, Flora Macdonald, who chanced
to be in the neighbourhood, came in to see Moggy, and immediately took
the case in hand, in a way that greatly relieved Fred and Lucy, because
they felt that she was accustomed to such incidents, and thoroughly
understood what to do.
Hobbs, who came in a few minutes later with the Sudberry medicine chest,
was instantly despatched by Flora for the doctor, and George, who
entered a few minutes after that, was sent about his business, as were
also a number of gossips, whose presence would ere long have rendered
the small hut unbearably warm, but for Flora's decision.
Meanwhile all this unusual bustle had the effect of diverting the mind
of the patient, who ceased to groan, and took to wandering instead.
Leaving them all thus engaged, we must beg the reader to accompany us to
a very different scene.
It is a dense thicket within the entrance of the pass, to which
reference has been made more than once. Here a band of wandering
beggars or gypsies had pitched their camp on a spot which commanded an
extensive view of the high-road, yet was itself concealed from view by
the dwarf-trees which in that place covered the rugged hill-side.
There was a rude hut constructed of boughs and ferns, underneath which
several dark-skinned and sturdy children were at play. A
dissipated-looking young woman sat beside them. In front of this hut a
small fire was kindled, and over it, from a tripod, hung an iron pot,
the contents of which were watched with much interest, and stirred from
time to time by a middle-aged woman of forbidding aspect. Beside her
stood our amiable friend with the squint and the broken nose, who has
already been mentioned as having received a merited thrashing from Mr
Sudberry.
"Yes, the little brute has come back," said the gypsy, grinding his
teeth in a way that might have led one to suppose he would have been
glad to have had the "little brute" between them.
"Serves ye right for stealin' him away!" said the woman.
"Serves me right!" echoed the man, bitterly. "Did I not vow that I
would have my revenge on that old witch? Did she not stand up in court
and witness again' me, so that I got two year for a job that many a
fellow gits off with six months for?"
"Well, you know you deserved it!" was the woman's comforting rejoinder.
"You committed the robbery."
"So I did; but if that she-wolf had not made it out so bad, I'd have got
off with six months. Ha! but I knew how to touch her up. I knew her
weakness! swore, afore I left the dock, that I'd steal away the little
cub she was so fond of--and _I did it_!"
There was a gleam of triumph in the gypsy's face as he said this, but it
was quickly followed by a scowl when the woman said--
"Well, and much you have made of it. Here is the brat come back at the
end o' five years, to spoil our harvest!"
"How could I know he'd do that? I paid the captain a goodish lump o'
tin to take him on a long voyage, and I thought he was so young that
he'd forget the old place."
"How d'ye know that he hasn't forgot it?" inquired the woman.
"'Cause, I seed him not twenty miles from this, and heerd him say he'd
stop at the Blue Boar all night, and come on here in the morning--that's
to-morrow--so I come straight out to ask you wot I'm to do."
"Ha! that's like you. Too chicken-hearted to do any thing till I set
you on, an' mean enough to saddle it on me when ye'r nabbed."
"Come, that's an old story!" growled the man. "You know wot _I_ am, and
I knows wot _you_ are. But if something's not done, we'll have to cut
this here part o' the country in the very thick o' the season, when
these southern sightseers are ranging about the hills."
"That's true!" rejoined the woman, seriously. "Many a penny the bairns
get from them, an there's no part so good as this. Ye couldn't _put him
out o' the way_, could ye?"
"No," said the man, doggedly.
The woman had accompanied her question with a sidelong glance of
fiendish meaning, but her eyes at once dropped, and she evinced no anger
at the sharp decision of her companion's reply.
"Mother!" cried the young woman, issuing from the hut at the moment,
"don't you dare to go an' tempt him again like that. Our hands are
black enough already; don't you try to make them _red_, else I'll blab!"
The elder woman assumed an injured look as she said, "Who spoke of
makin' them red? Evil dreaders are evil doers. Is there no way o'
puttin' a chick out o' the way besides murderin' him?"
"Hush!" exclaimed the man, starting and glancing round with a guilty
look, as if he fancied the bare mention of the word "murder" would bring
the strong arm of the law down on his head.
"I won't hush!" cried the woman. "You're cowards, both of you. Are
there no corries in the hills to hide him in--no ropes to tie him with--
that you should find it so difficult to keep a brat quiet for a week or
two?"
A gleam of intelligence shot across the ill-favoured face of the gypsy.
"Ha! you're a wise woman. Come, out with your plan, and see if I'm not
game to do it."
"There's no plan worth speakin' of," rejoined the woman, somewhat
mollified by her companion's complimentary remarks. "All you've to do
is to go down the road to-morrow, catch him, and bring him to me. I'll
see to it that he don't make his voice heard until we've done with this
part of the country. Then we can slip the knot, and let the brat go
free."
"I'll do it!" said the man, sitting down on a stone and beginning to
fill his pipe.
"I thought he was dead!" said the woman.
"So did I; but he's not dead yet, an' don't look as if he'd die soon."
"Maybe," said the woman, "he won't remember ye. It's full five year now
sin' he was took away."
"Won't he?" retorted the man, with an angry look, which did not tend to
improve his disagreeable visage. "Hah! I heerd him say he'd know me if
he saw me in a crowd o' ten thousand. I would ha' throttled the cub
then and there, but the place was too public."
A short silence ensued, during which the gypsies ate their food with the
zest of half-starved wolves.
"You'd better go down and see old Moggy," suggested the woman, when the
man had finished his repast and resumed his pipe. "If the brat escapes
you to-morrow, it may be as well to let the old jade know that you'll
murder both him and her, if he dares to blab."
The man shook his head. "No use!" said he. But the woman repeated her
advice in a tone that was equivalent to a command, so the man rose up
sulkily and went.
He was not a little surprised, on drawing near to the hut, to find it in
a state of bustle, and apparently in possession of the Sudberrys. Not
daring to show himself; he slunk back to his encampment, and informed
his female companion of what he had seen.
"All the more reason to make sure work of him on the road to-morrow!"
said she, with a dark frown.
"So I mean to!" replied the man doggedly. With these amiable sentiments
and intentions animating their breasts, this pair crept into their booth
and went to rest in the bosom of their family.