Dick o' the Fens: A Tale of the Great East Swamp by George Manville Fenn
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
A STARTLING SCENE.
To Dick Winthorpe's great surprise there was no answer to his cry, andraising his voice again he shouted: "Who's that? Help!"
His voice sounded wild and strange to him out there in that waste,closed in as he was by the darkness, and as he listened he could notrepress a shudder, for everything now had become so silent that it wasterrible. Away to his left there was the faint glow of light--veryfaint now--but everywhere else darkness, and all around him now a deadsilence. His cry had seemed to alarm every moving creature in the fen,and it had crouched down, or dived, or in some way hidden itself, sothat there was neither rustle of body passing through the reeds, splashof foot in the mire, nor beat of pinion in the air. He looked aroundhim half in awe for the strange lights which he had seen gliding hereand there like moths of lambent fire, but they too had disappeared, andstartling as had been the noise he had heard, the silence seemed now soterrible that he turned cold.
"What a coward I am!" he said to himself at last. "What is there to beafraid about?"
He shouted again, and felt more uneasy, for as his voice died away allseemed more silent than ever, and he drew in a long hissing breath as hegazed vainly in the direction from which the splashing had seemed tocome.
For quite half an hour all was perfectly still, but he did not move,partly from an intense desire to be certain, partly, it must beconfessed, from a feeling of dread which oppressed him.
Then there was a rustle and a splash from somewhere behind him, such anoise as a bird might make. Directly after there came from a distancethe scuttering noise made by a duck dabbling its bill in the ooze, andthis was followed by a low _quawk_ uttered by some nocturnal bird,perhaps by one of the butterbumps whose hoarse booming cry had come sostrangely in the earlier part of the night.
As if these were signals to indicate to the animal life of the fen thatall was right, sound after sound arose such as he had heard before; butthere was one so different that it filled Dick Winthorpe's ears, and ashe listened he seemed to see a man in a punt, who had been crouchingdown among the reeds, rising up softly, and silently lowering a poleinto the water to thrust the boat onward from where it had lain.
Even if it had been light the reeds and undergrowth would have hinderedhim from seeing anything, and in that darkness the impossibility wasemphasised the more strongly; but all the same the faint splash, thelight rubbing of wood against wood as the pole seemed to touch the sideof the boat, the soft dripping of water, and the silky brushing rustleof the boat among the reeds and withes, joined in painting a mentalpicture upon the listener's brain till it seemed to Dick that he wasseeing with his ears this man in his boat escaping furtively so as notto be heard.
Dick was about to shout again, but he felt that if he did there would beno answer, and his heart began to beat strangely.
It was not fear now, but from a sudden excitement consequent upon a lineof thought which suggested itself.
"Why did not this man answer to his cry--this man who was so furtivelystealing away? Was it from fear of him?"
Undoubtedly fear of being seen and known.
Dick absolutely panted now with excitement. All feeling of dread passedaway, taking with it the chilly sensation of cold and damp.
He listened.
Should he shout again and order him to stop? No; he knew that would beof no use, for, as if to make all more sure, there, as Dick listened,each and every nerve on the strain, was the increasing rapidity of thethrusts made with the pole, as the man evidently thought he was gettingmore and more out of hearing.
"Who is it?" thought Dick, as he realised that by his accident he haddiscovered what had been hidden from all who had patiently watched.
It was all plain enough to him now; and as he listened to the soundsdying away and growing lost among the splashings and rustlings made bythe birds, which were recovering their confidence, the excitement quitetook away the lad's breath.
For there it all was. This wretch--some fen-man from the other side--miles away--had stolen across in the darkness, wending his way along themere channels and over the pools, to commit another dastardly outrage,firing another cottage or stack, and then stolen back, his evil workdone.
Whose house had been burned?
It must be the huts of the drain-makers. Dick felt sure of that. Hedid not know why, but there was the proof lately painted in the sky.And this base wretch, who could it be? he asked himself. Oh, if hecould but have seen!
Would this be the same man who had been guilty of all these crimes?thought Dick, as he listened and found that the sounds had died out; andnow far away there was a soft faint opalescent light telling him of thecoming morn, and sending a thrill of joy through his breast. For therewould be light and warmth, and the power to find the boat once more, andwith it food. Better still, if he could get to his boat he might followthe wretch who was escaping, and know who it was.
Dick felt directly that it was impossible, for the man would be beyondpursuit long before he could find his boat; and after listening again hebegan to creep cautiously back to where he had lain down and slept andleft Dave Gittan's gun.
The dawn was spreading, and it showed the watcher which was the east,and hence taught him that the fire must have been somewhere in thedirection of the Toft, for the glare in the sky was certainly north ofwhere he now stood.
The dawn spread faster, and the reeds and alders about him began to bevisible; and--yes, there was the gun, all cold to the touch and wet withdew.
"Not much shooting," thought Dick as he mentally planned getting back tothe boat, and hurrying across to Dave's hut to replace the piece andsuffer a good scolding.
"Never mind; I'll give him a pound of powder. What's that?"
Splashing--the rustling of reeds--voices.
There was no concealment here, and besides the sounds came in a contrarydirection to that taken by the fleeing man.
"Hoi!" shouted Dick loudly.
"Hoi! hallo!" came back; and then a well-known voice cried: "Is thatyou, Dick?"
"Yes, father. Here! Ahoy!"
There was more splashing, more talking, and Dick's heart leaped as hefelt that his father had come in search of him, and that he would havean easier task than he had expected in finding his boat.
As the sounds approached the light increased, and Dick had no difficultyin going to meet them, picking his way carefully through the bog till hefound himself close to a broad channel of reedy water, and here he hadto pause.
"Where are you?" came from about a hundred yards away. And as heshouted to guide the search party he soon saw through the dim light acrowded punt propelled by two polers, and that there was another behind.
The next minute the foremost punt was within reach, and Dick steppedfrom a clump of rushes on board.
"Got anything to eat?" cried Dick, obeying his dominant instinct, andhis voice sounded wolfish and strange.
"To eat!--no, sir," cried his father sternly. "What are you doinghere?"
"I lost myself, father, and went to sleep--woke up in the darkness, andcouldn't stir. Morning, Hicky!"
"Wheer's my poont?" said the wheelwright.
"Close round here somewhere," said Dick. "Go on and we shall find it.But where was the fire?"
The squire drew a hissing breath between his teeth as if in pain, andyet as if in relief; for it seemed to him that once more he wassuspecting wrongfully, and that if his son had been mixed up with thepast night's outrage he would never have spoken so frankly.
"The fire, boy!" he said hoarsely; "at the Toft. The place is nearlyburned down."
"Oh!" ejaculated Dick; and there was so much genuine pain and agony inhis voice that the squire grasped his son's hand.
"Never mind, Dick; we'll build it up again."
"Ay, squire, we will," cried Hickathrift; "and afore long."
"And what is better, my boy, we saw the wretch who stole off the merelast night and fired the big reed-stack."
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"You did, Dick?"
"Yes, father--not an hour ago."
"Marston!" cried the squire, hailing the other boat.
"Yes."
"We're right. He came by here an hour ago. Dick heard him."
"You did, Dick?" cried Mr Marston.
"Yes, but it was all in the dark, and I couldn't see who it was."
"That does not matter, my lad," said the squire. "We know him now, andwe only want to run him down."
"Know him, father?"
"Yes, boy. It was Dave Gittan."
"Nonsense!"
Dick burst into a laugh.
"Why, father, his place was burned too!"
"Yes, boy, to throw us off the scent--the scoundrel! but we shall havehim now."
Dick sat down in the punt like one astounded, while Hickathrift poledalong the channel till he came to open water, where, just as the sunrose above the horizon, they caught sight of the tied-up boat.
"We're too many in this," said Hickathrift, making for the other punt."You pole this here, and I'll tak' mine. Will you come, squire?"
"Yes," said Dick's father; and the change being made, the three boatswere now propelled over the sunlit water, where, as the lad gladlyapplied himself to the food he had left behind, he learned something ofwhat had taken place during the night.
Hickathrift was his informant, for the squire was very stern and silent,and Mr Marston was in one of the other boats, which were manned bydrain-men and farm-labourers, and had for leaders Farmer Tallington andthe engineer, while many were armed with muskets.
"Is Tom there?" said Dick in a whisper.
"Ay, lad, he's theer," said the big wheelwright, "along o' Mr Marston."
And then in answer to questions he related that Mr Marston had beenover at the Toft, and stopped up watching with the squire for Dick'sreturn, dropping asleep at last, and then awakening suddenly to hear astrange noise among the fowls.
The squire went out, followed by Mr Marston, and the truth was beforethem.
"The big stack was afire!" whispered Hickathrift, "and burning so asthey knew it would be impossible to put it out, and just as theyrealised the terrible state of affairs there was the sound of a shot,and then of another and another from somewhere down among the cottages,and directly after the beating of feet, and a party of the labourershurried up, startled from their beds.
"`Your turn now, squire,' I says to him," whispered the wheelwright.
"`Ay,' he says, `my turn now. Who fired that shot?'
"`Oh! some un here,' I says. `We thought we seed him as did it goingoff in the poont, but it was so dark we couldn't be sure.'
"Squire didn't ask no more, for there was too much to do getting outyour moother, lad, and trying to save the furnitur, 'sides throwingwatter on the fire.
"Bud, theer, it warn't no use. Plaace burned like a bit o' paaper, andwe could do nowt bud save the best o' the things."
"Did you save the clock?" asked Dick.
"Ay, lad, I carried it out mysen, just as Mr Marston come oop wi' a lotof his lads, and Farmer Tallington come from t'other way; and we savedall we could, and got out the beasts and horses, but t'owd plaace isbont out."
"And where is mother?"
"All reight along o' my missus, bless her; and when we see we could dono more, squire began about who done it."
"Yes: go on."
"Well, theer's nowt much to say, lad, only that soon as squire knowd whoit weer he--"
"But how did he know who it was?" cried Dick.
"Some un towd him."
"Yes, but who told?"
"Him as fired his goon at him when he see'd him by the light o' the firepoling along in his poont."
"And who was that?"
"Nay, lad, I'm not going to tell thee. Some un as thowt he desarved ashot for setting fire to folks's houses and shooting honest men. Somefolk don't stop to think. If they've got goons in their hands, and seesvarmen running away, they oops wi' the goon and shutes, and that's whatsome un did. Thou'lt know who it weer one day."
"And he told my father?"
"It weer our Jacob towd squire. He sin his faace quite plain, and thatit weer Dave."
"Now, Marston, where for next?" shouted the squire, after taking a longlook round over the open water, now illumined by the sun.
"Try that island yonder," was the reply. "There's a hut among the lowfir-trees, and I fancy it is his making."
The boats were turned in the suggested direction, and Dick felt acurious sensation of nervous dread stealing over him as he thought ofseeing that hut not long before, and of how likely it was that MrMarston was right.
A strange sense of shock and horror came over Dick as he now seemed torealise, for the first time, that he was one of a party engaged inhunting down Dave Gittan, the man who had always been to him as afriend, the companion of endless excursions over the mere; and his heartsank within him as he glanced round in search of an opportunity to landand get away from the horrible pursuit.
But there was no escape, for he knew that the pursuers would not turnbackward, and he glanced helplessly at where he could see TomTallington's face in the farther of the other boats, and responded tohis wave of the hand.
There was a stern relentless look in every face he saw, and he thoughtof how his father and Mr Marston had been shot, how first one and thenanother had been nearly burned in his bed, while their property wasdestroyed, and he felt the justice of the severe looks. But all thesame there was a lingering liking for Dave, and he felt disposed tostand up in his defence and say it was impossible that he could havedone these things, though all the time, as he ran over the matters inhis mind, he began to recall various suspicious incidents, and to thinkthat, perhaps, they were right.
One thing buoyed him up though, and that was the thought that they werenot going straight to the decoy-man's hut, and perhaps through thisdelay he might escape.
It was a vain hope, one which was swept away directly after, forHickathrift whispered:
"We went straight to his plaace to try and ketch him, but he slippedaway in his poont, and dodged us about in the dark, till Mester Marstonheld out that he was makking for the far part of the fen, and wefollowed him theer, but lost all sound on him, and then you know, MesterDick, we fun you."
With a stern effort to be firm Dick watched the progress of the punttoward the island that was to have been his abode when he felt huffed athome, and wondered whether Dave were there now.
"He isn't there," thought Dick; and he turned to telegraph a look at TomTallington, who he felt sure would be as anxious as himself about Dave'sescape.
"Do you want Tom Tallington?" said his father, who, though apparentlypaying no attention, had noted every exchange of glances.
"Yes, father; there is more room here," said Dick boldly.
The squire made a sign to Hickathrift, who ceased poling, and the othertwo boats came up on either side.
"Come in here, Tom," said Dick eagerly.
Tom obeyed with alacrity and stepped on board, while in short decisivetones the squire spoke:
"We will divide now, and approach on three sides. You, Marston, andyou, Tallington, get well over so as to command a view all round, forthis man must not escape."
"Escape! No!" said Farmer Tallington fiercely.
"If he is there, I don't think he will escape," said Mr Marstonsternly.
"Hah!" ejaculated the squire; "that is one reason why I waited for youboth to come up. Now, gentlemen, and you, my good fellows, listen.There must be no violence."
"No violence, eh!" said Farmer Tallington. "Didn't he bon my place?"
"And shoot me?" said Mr Marston sternly.
"Yes, and his is evidently the hand which has committed a score ofoutrages, but all the same we must act as if we were the officers of thelaw: seize, bind, and hand him over to justice unhurt."
There was a low murmur from the drain-men in Mr Marston's boat
"Yes, and that is why I speak," said the squire firmly. "I am leaderhere, and I insist upon this man being taken uninjured. Let the lawdeal with him. It is not our duty to punish him for the crimes."
There was another low murmur here, but the squire paid no heed and wenton:
"In the first place, not a shot is to be fired."
"Not if he shutes at us?" cried Farmer Tallington.
"No: not even if he fires at any of us. If he should draw trigger, rushin and seize him before he has time to reload, and then, with no moreviolence than is necessary, let him be bound."
"Well," said Farmer Tallington, "perhaps you're reight neighbour; and aslong as he is punished I don't know as I mind much how it's done."
"Then we all understand each other, and you, my men, I shall hold youanswerable for any injury this man receives."
"What! Mayn't us knock him down, squire?" grumbled the big wheelwright.
"Of course you may, Hickathrift. Stun him if you like; he will be theeasier to bind."
"Hey, that's better, lads," cried the wheelwright, brightening up."Squire's talking sense now."
"But he'll shoot his sen oop in yon hut, squire, and fire at us andbring us down."
"There will only be time for one shot, Mr Tallington," said Marstonquietly, "and we can fetch him out before he has a chance to reload.Mr Winthorpe is right."
"Oh well, I wean't stick out," said the farmer rather sulkily; "butDave's a rare good shot and one of us will hev to go home flat on hisback before we get up to yon wood."
"He will not dare to fire," said the squire firmly.
"I do not agree with you, Mr Winthorpe," said Marston. "The man isdesperate, and he will do anything now to escape."
"And if he can't," cried Farmer Tallington, "he'll die like a rat in acorner, biting, so look out. He's got that long gun of his loaded andready for the first man who goes up to yon hut, and that man arn't me."
"I will go up first," said the squire quietly; "and he will not dare tofire."
"Bud he hev dared to fire, mester," said the wheelwright.
"Yes, at those who did not see him lurking in some hiding-place, but hewill not dare to fire now."
"He can't fire, father," cried Dick excitedly.
"Why?"
"Because I have his gun here in the boat."
"What?" cried the squire; and the matter was explained.
There was no further hesitation. The boats divided as if going to theattack upon some fort, and after giving the others time to get well oneither side of the island, the squire gave Hickathrift orders to go on,and the punt glided swiftly toward the shore.
"You two boys lie down in the bottom of the boat," said the squire.
"Oh, father!" exclaimed Dick, as Tom slowly obeyed.
"What is it, Dick?"
"It seems so cowardly."
"It is more cowardly to risk life unnecessarily for the sake ofbravado," said his father; and then, reading the look upon his son'sface, the squire continued with a sad smile:
"I am captain of this little expedition, Dick, and the captain mustlead."
Dick never felt half so much inclined to disobey his father before, ashe slowly took his place in the bottom of the punt, while Hickathriftsent it forward so quickly that it was the first to touch the gravellyshore. When the squire sprang out Hickathrift followed him, afterdriving down the pole and securing the boat.
"I say, Tom," said Dick.
"I say, Dick," replied Tom.
"Do you think he would be very cross if we went after them? I do wantto see."
Tom shook his head, and, landing, sat down on the edge of the boat, Dickfollowing and seating himself beside his companion, to watch his fathersteadily approach the hut, of which not so much as a glimpse could beobtained, so closely was it hidden among the trees.
By this time the squire was half-way to the fir-wood, and Dick couldbear it no longer.
"How could I meet mother," he cried angrily, "if I let him go alone likethat?"
"But he can't be shot," said Tom.
"No, but he may be hurt," retorted Dick; and he ran eagerly after hisfather.
"And so may my father be hurt," said Tom as soon as he was left alone;and he looked in the direction by which Farmer Tallington must approachthe wood, but no one was visible there, and he ran rapidly after hiscompanion and rejoined him just as he was following his father into thewood.
The morning sun shone brilliantly without, but as soon as they were inthe wood they seemed to have entered upon a dusky twilight, cut here andthere by brilliant shafts and bands which struck the ground in placesand made broad patches of golden hue.
No word was spoken, and in the dim wood with the rustling increasing,the scene in some way suggested to Dick the fen during the night when hewas listening to the passing of the punt--evidently Dave's--and he fella-wondering whether the decoy-man was now far away on the other side ofthe mere.
"That you, squire?" shouted Farmer Tallington from the trees beyond thehut, which now appeared before them, sombre and gloomy, half hidden bythe growth.
"Yes, we are here," was the reply.
"He's in here some'ere's, for his poont's ashore."
"Where are you?" came from the other side, and, guided by the voices,Marston soon came up, with his men.
The squire gave a short sharp order, and the two parties separated, soas to surround the little hut. Tom whispered to Dick what he wasalready thinking.
"Why, Dick, old Dave's as cunning as a rat, and could slip through thereeasy."
The moment the place was surrounded the squire gave a sharp glance backat his son, stepped forward, stooped down, and entered the low hut.
Hickathrift was close behind him, and the next moment he, too, haddisappeared.
"Is he there, Mr Winthorpe?" cried Marston excitedly; and he, too,stepped forward and entered the hut.
"Why, what's it all mean?" said Farmer Tallington impatiently; and he,too, stepped up to the low doorway and entered.
"They're tying his hands and feet, Tom," whispered Dick excitedly; andunable to control himself he ran up to the door, followed by hisschoolmate, but as he did so it was to encounter the squire coming outwith a peculiarly solemn look upon his countenance.
"Isn't he there, father?" cried Dick wonderingly.
"Yes, boy--no," said the squire solemnly, as the others came slowly out."He managed to crawl here to die."