第52章 A MAN OF DEVON(9)

"'You come into my house like thieves in the night,' he said, 'and give me the lie, do you?'

"'Your son came to my child's room like a thief in the night; it's for that I want to see him,' and then," said Dan, "there was a long silence.At last Pearse said:

"'I don't understand; has he played the blackguard?'

"John Ford answered, 'He's married her, or, before God, I'd kill him.'

"Old Pearse seemed to think this over, never moving on his pillows.

'You don't know Zack,' he said; 'I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for Rick Voisey's daughter; but you don't know Zack.'

'Sorry!' groaned out John Ford; 'he's stolen my child, and I'll punish him.'

"'Punish!' cried old Pearse, 'we don't take punishment, not in my family.'

"'Captain Jan Pearse, as sure as I stand here, you and your breed will get your punishment of God.' Old Pearse smiled.

"'Mr.John Ford, that's as may be; but sure as I lie here we won't take it of you.You can't punish unless you make to feel, and that you can't du.'"And that is truth!

Dan went on again:

"'You won't tell me where your son is!' but old Pearse never blinked.

"'I won't,' he said, 'and now you may get out.I lie here an old man alone, with no use to my legs, night on night, an' the house open;any rapscallion could get in; d' ye think I'm afraid of you?'

"We were beat; and walked out without a word.But that old man; I've thought of him a lot--ninety-two, and lying there.Whatever he's been, and they tell you rum things of him, whatever his son may be, he's a man.It's not what he said, nor that there was anything to be afraid of just then, but somehow it's the idea of the old chap lying there.I don't ever wish to see a better plucked one...."We sat silent after that; out of doors the light began to stir among the leaves.There were all kinds of rustling sounds, as if the world were turning over in bed.

Suddenly Dan said:

"He's cheated me.I paid him to clear out and leave her alone.

D' you think she's asleep?" He's made no appeal for sympathy, he'd take pity for an insult; but he feels it badly.

"I'm tired as a cat," he said at last, and went to sleep on my bed.

It's broad daylight now; I too am tired as a cat....

V

"Saturday, 6tb August.

.......I take up my tale where I left off yesterday....Dan and Istarted as soon as we could get Mrs.Hopgood to give us coffee.The old lady was more tentative, more undecided, more pouncing, than Ihad ever seen her.She was manifestly uneasy: Ha-apgood--who "don't slape "don't he, if snores are any criterion--had called out in the night, "Hark to th' 'arses' 'oofs!" Had we heard them? And where might we be going then? 'Twas very earrly to start, an' no breakfast.Haapgood had said it was goin' to shaowerr.Miss Pasiance was not to 'er violin yet, an' Mister Ford 'e kept 'is room.

Was it?--would there be--? "Well, an' therr's an 'arvest bug; 'tis some earrly for they!" Wonderful how she pounces on all such creatures, when I can't even see them.She pressed it absently between finger and thumb, and began manoeuvring round another way.

Long before she had reached her point, we had gulped down our coffee, and departed.But as we rode out she came at a run, holding her skirts high with either hand, raised her old eyes bright and anxious in their setting of fine wrinkles, and said:

"'Tidden sorrow for her?"

A shrug of the shoulders was all the answer she got.We rode by the lanes; through sloping farmyards, all mud and pigs, and dirty straw, and farmers with clean-shaven upper lips and whiskers under the chin;past fields of corn, where larks were singing.Up or down, we didn't draw rein till we came to Dan's hotel.

There was the river gleaming before us under a rainbow mist that hallowed every shape.There seemed affinity between the earth and the sky.I've never seen that particular soft unity out of Devon.

And every ship, however black or modern, on those pale waters, had the look of a dream ship.The tall green woods, the red earth, the white houses, were all melted into one opal haze.It was raining, but the sun was shining behind.Gulls swooped by us--ghosts of the old greedy wanderers of the sea.

We had told our two boatmen to pull us out to the Pied Witcb! They started with great resolution, then rested on their oars.

"The Pied Witch, zurr?" asked one politely; "an' which may her be?"That's the West countryman all over! Never say you "nay," never lose an opportunity, never own he doesn't know, or can't do anything--independence, amiability, and an eye to the main chance.We mentioned Pearse's name.

"Capt'n Zach'ry Pearse!" They exchanged a look half-amused, half-admiring.

"The Zunflaower, yu mane.That's her.Zunflaower, ahoy!" As we mounted the steamer's black side I heard one say:

"Pied Witch! A pra-aper name that--a dandy name for her!" They laughed as they made fast.

The mate of the Sunflower, or Pied Witcb, or whatever she was called, met us--a tall young fellow in his shirtsleeves, tanned to the roots of his hair, with sinewy, tattooed arms, and grey eyes, charred round the rims from staring at weather.

"The skipper is on board," he said."We're rather busy, as you see.

Get on with that, you sea-cooks," he bawled at two fellows who were doing nothing.All over the ship, men were hauling, splicing, and stowing cargo.

"To-day's Friday: we're off on Wednesday with any luck.Will you come this way?" He led us down the companion to a dark hole which he called the saloon."Names? What! are you Mr.Treffry? Then we're partners!" A schoolboy's glee came on his face.

"Look here!" he said; "I can show you something," and he unlocked the door of a cabin.There appeared to be nothing in it but a huge piece of tarpaulin, which depended, bulging, from the topmost bunk.He pulled it up.The lower bunk had been removed, and in its place was the ugly body of a dismounted Gatling gun.