The Iron Horse Part 16

After revolving the matter in his mind for some minutes, and consulting with his satellite, Mr Sharp resolved to go down at once to the place and watch the beer-cask.

"It is not very late yet," he said, "and these thirsty boys will be sure to want a drop of beer to their supper to-night. What makes you so sure that Bill Jones is the thief?"

"Because," answered Blunt, "I observed that he was the only man at the station that had on a pair of new shoes!"

"Well, come along," said Sharp, smiling grimly, "we shall find out before long."

They soon reached the scene of the robbery, and were able to examine the place by the light of the moon, which had just managed to pierce the thick veil of clouds that had covered it during the earlier part of that night. Then they retired to a shady cavern, or hole, or hollow at the foot of the embankment, near to the gap in the hedge, and there they prepared to pa.s.s the night, with a heap of mingled clods and stones for their couch, and an overhanging bank of nettles for their canopy.

It was a long weary watch that began. There these patient men sat, hour after hour, gazing at the moon and stars till they almost fell asleep, and then entering into animated, though softly uttered, conversation until they roused themselves up. It was strange converse too, about struggles and fights with criminals and the detection of crime. But it was not _all_ on such subjects. No, they forsook the professional path occasionally and strayed, as pleasantly as other men do, into the flowery lanes of social life--talking of friends, and wives, and children, and home, with as much pathos and tenderness as if their errand that night had been to succour some comrade in distress, instead of to watch like wolves, and pounce on unawares, and half throttle if need be, and bear off to punishment, an erring fellow-mortal.

But no fellow-mortal came that night to be thus pounced on, throttled, and borne off. When it became obvious that there was no use in remaining longer, Mr Sharp and his satellite returned to the office, and the former bade the latter go home for the night.

The satellite, thus set free, went home and set immediately--in his bed.

The luminary himself postponed his setting for a time, put the thief's shoe in his pocket and went straight to the residence of Bill Jones, which he reached shortly after the grey dawn had appeared. Here he found Bill in bed; but being peremptory in his demand for admission, Bill arose and let him in.

"You look rather pale this morning, Bill?"

"Bin at work late, sir," said Bill uneasily, observing that the superintendent was casting an earnest glance all round his room.

Jones was a bachelor, so there wasn't much of any kind to look at in the room.

"You've been treating yourself to a new pair of shoes, I see, Jones, what have you done with the old ones?"

"I--they're worn-out, sir--I--"

"Yes, I see--ah! here is _one_ of them," said Mr Sharp, drawing an old shoe out of a corner; "you don't require to look for the other, I've got it here," he added, drawing its fellow from his pocket.

Jones stood aghast.

"Look here, Jones," said Mr Sharp, gazing sternly into the culprit's face, "you needn't trouble yourself to deny the theft. I haven't yet looked at the sole of _this_ shoe, but I'll engage to tell how many tackets are in it. We have discovered a little lump of clay down near the station, with a perfect impression of a sole having fifteen tackets therein,--three being wanting on the right, side, two on the left, and one at the toe--now, let us see," he said, turning it up, "am I not a good prophet eh?"

Bill gave in at once! He not only made "a clean breast of it," but also gave information that led to the capture of his accomplice before that day's sun went down, and before Mr Sharp allowed himself to go to bed.

Thus did our superintendent winnow the chaff from the wheat continually.

Now, dear reader, do not say, "From all this it would appear that railway servants must be a bad lot of men!" It would be a thousand pities to fail into such an error, when we are labouring to prove to you the very reverse, namely, that the bad ones being continually and well "looked after," none but the good are left. Our aim necessarily involves that we should dilate much on evil, so that the evil unavoidably bulks large in your eyes; but if we were capable of laying before you all the good that is done, felt and said by the thousands of our true-hearted men-of-the-line, the evil that is mingled with them would shrink into comparative insignificance.

The truth is, that in writing these details we desire to rea.s.sure ourself, as well as to comfort you, O timid railway traveller, by a.s.serting and ill.u.s.trating the unquestionable fact, that if our dangers on the line are numerous and great, our safeguards at all points are far more numerous and much greater.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

LOO'S GARDEN.

The plans of nurses, not less than those of mice and men, are apt to get into disorder. Mrs Durby having packed up the diamond ring in the careful manner which we have described in a previous chapter, essayed to get ready for her important journey to London on p.a.w.ning purposes intent, but she found that there were so many little preparations to make, both in regard to her own toilette and to the arrangements of Mrs Tipps' establishment, in prospect of its being left without its first mate for a time, that a considerable period elapsed before she got her anchor tripped and herself ready to set sail with the first fair wind.

Worthy Mrs Durby, we may observe, was fond of quoting the late captain's phraseology. She was an affectionate creature, and liked to recall his memory in this somewhat peculiar fas.h.i.+on.

In antic.i.p.ation of this journey, Netta went one evening, in company with Emma Lee, to pay Mrs John Marrot a friendly visit, ostensibly for the purpose of inquiring after the health of baby Marrot, who, having recently fallen down-stairs, swallowed a bra.s.s b.u.t.ton and eaten an unknown quant.i.ty of shoe-blacking, had been somewhat ailing. The real object of the visit however, was to ask Mrs Marrot to beg of her husband to take a special interest in Mrs Durby on her journey, as that excellent nurse had made up her mind to go by the train which he drove, feeling a.s.sured that if safety by rail was attainable at all, it must be by having a friend at court--a good and true man at the helm, so to speak.

"But la, Miss!" said Mrs Marrot, sitting on the bed and patting the baby, whose ruling pa.s.sion, mischief, could not be disguised even in distress, seeing that it gleamed from his gla.s.sy eyes and issued in intermittent yells from his fevered throat, "if your nurse is of a narvish temperment she'd better not go with my John, 'cause _he_ usually drives the Flyin' Dutchman."

"Indeed!" said Netta, with a puzzled smile; "and pray, what is the Flyin' Dutchman?"

A yell and a glare from baby interrupted the reply. At the same instant the 7:45 p.m. express flew past with a roar, which was intensified by the whistle into a shriek as it neared the station. The house trembled as usual. Netta, not unnaturally, shuddered.

"Don't be alarmed, Miss, it's only the express."

"Do expresses often pa.s.s your cottage in that way?" asked Netta, with a touch of pity.

"Bless you, yes, Miss; they're always pa.s.sin' day and night continooly; but we don't think nothink of it. We've got used to it now."

"Does it not disturb you at night?" asked Emma Lee in some surprise.

"No, Miss, it don't--not in the least. No doubt it sometimes _do_ influence our dreams, if I may say so. As my son Bob says--he's a humorous boy is my Bob, Miss--he says, says he, the trains can't awaken _us_, but they _do_ awaken noo trains of ideas, especially w'en they stops right opposite the winder an' blows off steam, or whistles like mad for five minutes at a time. I sometimes think that Bob is right, an' that's w'y baby have took to yellin' an' mischief with such a 'igh 'and. They do say that a man is knowd by the company he keeps, and I'm sure it's no wonder that baby should screech an' smash as he do, considerin' the example set 'im day an' night by them ingines."

Here another yell from baby gave, as it were, a.s.sent to these opinions.

"But, as I was sayin'," continued Mrs Marrot, "the Flyin' Dutchman is the name that my 'usband's train goes by, 'cause it is the fastest train in the kingdom--so they say. It goes at the rate of over sixty miles an hour, an' ain't just quite the train for people as is narvish--though my 'usband do say it ain't more dangerous than other trains--not s'much so, indeed, wich I believe myself, for there ain't nothink 'appened to my John all the eight years he have drove it."

"Is sixty miles an hour _very_ much faster than the rate of ordinary trains?" asked Emma.

"W'y, yes, Miss. Or'nary trains they run between twenty and forty miles an hour, though sometimes in goin' down inclines they git up to fifty; but my 'usband _averages_ sixty miles an hour, an' on some parts o' the line 'e gits up the speed to sixty-five an' siventy. For my own part I'm quite hignorant of these things. To my mind all the ingines seem to go bangin' an' rus.h.i.+n' an' yellin' about pretty much in the same furious way; but I've often 'eard my 'usband explain it all, an' _he_ knows all about it Miss, just as if it wor A, B, C."

Having discussed such matters a little longer, and entered with genuine sympathy into the physical and mental condition of baby, Netta finally arranged that her old nurse should go by the Flying Dutchman, seeing that she would be unable to distinguish the difference of speed between one train and another, while her mind would be at rest, if she knew herself to be under the care of a man, in whom she could trust.

"Well, Miss, I dessay it won't much matter," said Mrs Marrot, endeavouring to soothe the baby, in whom the b.u.t.ton or the blacking appeared to be creating dire havoc; "but of course my 'usband can't attend to 'er 'isself, not bein' allowed to attend to nothink but 'is ingine. But he'll put 'er in charge of the guard, who is a very 'andsome man, and uncommon polite to ladies. Stay, I'll speak to Willum Garvie about it now," said Mrs Marrot, rising; "he's in the garding be'ind."

"Pray don't call him in," said Netta, rising quickly; "we will go down to him. I should like much to see your garden."

"You'll find my Loo there, too," said Mrs Marrot with a motherly smile, as she opened the door to let her visitors out. "You'll excuse me not goin' hout. I dursn't leave that baby for a minute. He'd be over the-- there he--"

The sentence was cut short by a yell, followed by a heavy b.u.mp, and the door shut with a bang, which sent Emma and her friend round the corner of the house in a highly amused frame of mind.

John Marrot's garden was a small one--so small that the break-van of his own "Flyin' Dutchman" could have contained it easily--but it was not too small to present a luxuriance, fertility, and brilliance of colour that was absolutely magnificent! Surrounded as that garden was by "ballast"

from the embankment, broken wheels and rail, bricks and stones, and other miscellaneous refuse and _debris_ of the line, it could only be compared to an oasis in the desert, or a bright gem on a rugged warrior's breast. This garden owed its origin to Lucy Marrot's love for flowers, and it owed much of its magnificence to Will Garvie's love for Lucy; for that amiable fireman spent much of his small wage in purchasing seed and other things for the improvement of that garden, and spent the very few hours of his life, not claimed by the inexorable iron horse, in a.s.sisting to cultivate the same.

We use the word `a.s.sisting' advisedly, because Loo would not hear of his taking this sort of work out of her hands. She was far too fond of it to permit that, but she had no objection whatever to his a.s.sistance.

There never was, so Will and Loo thought, anything like the love which these two bore to each other. Extremes meet, undoubtedly. Their love was so intensely matter of fact and earnest that it rose high above the region of romance, in which lower region so many of our race do delight to coo and sigh. There was no nonsense about it. Will Garvie, who was naturally bold--no wonder, considering his meteor-like style of life-- saw all the flowers in the garden as well as any other man, and admired them more than most men, but he said gravely that he wouldn't give the end of a cracked boiler-tube for the whole garden, if she were not in the midst of it. At which Loo laughed heartily, and blushed with pleasure, and made no other reply.

It was quite delightful to observe the earnestness with which these two devoted themselves to the training of honeysuckle and jessamine over a trellis-work porch in that preposterously small garden, in which there was such a wealth of sweet peas, and roses, and marigolds, and mignonette, and scarlet geraniums, and delicately-coloured heliotropes, that it seemed as though they were making love in the midst of a glowing furnace. Gertie was there too, like a small female Cupid nestling among the flowers.

"A miniature paradise," whispered Emma, with twinkling eyes, as they approached the unconscious pair.

"Yes, with Adam and Eve training the flowers," responded Netta quite earnestly.

Adam making love in the fustian costume of the fireman of the "Flying Dutchman" was an idea which must have struck Emma in some fas.h.i.+on, for she found it difficult to command her features when introduced to the inhabitants of that little Eden by her friend.