Harding's Luck Part 6
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"Well, you never see 'im. If any one arsts you if you ever see 'im, you never set eyes on 'im in all your born--not to remember 'im. Might a pa.s.sed 'im in a crowd--see?"
"Yuss," said d.i.c.kie again.
"'Tasn't been 'arf a panto neither! Us two on the road," Mr. Beale went on.
"Not 'arf!"
"Well, now we're a-goin' in the train like dooks--an' after that we're a-goin' to 'ave a rare old beano. I give you _my_ word!"
d.i.c.kie was full of questions, but Mr. Beale had no answers for them.
"You jes' wait;" "hold on a bit;" "them as lives longest sees most"--these were the sort of remarks which were all that d.i.c.kie could get out of him.
It was not the next day, which was a Sat.u.r.day, that they took the train like dukes. Nor was it Sunday, on which they took a rest and washed their s.h.i.+rts, according to Mr. Beale's rule of life.
They took the train on Monday, and it landed them in a very bright town by the sea. Its pavements were of red brick and its houses of white stone, and its bow-windows and balconies were green, and d.i.c.kie thought it was the prettiest town in the world. They did not stay there, but walked out across the downs, where the skylarks were singing, and on a dip of the downs came upon great stone walls and towers very strong and gray.
"What's that there?" said d.i.c.kie.
"It's a carstle--like wot the King's got at Windsor."
"Is it a king as lives 'ere, then?" d.i.c.kie asked.
"No! n.o.body don't live 'ere, mate," said Mr. Beale. "It's a ruin, this is. Only howls and rats lives in ruins."
"Did any one ever live in it?"
"I shouldn't wonder," said Mr. Beale indifferently. "Yes, course they must 'ave, come to think of it. But you learned all that at school. It's what they call 'ist'ry."
d.i.c.kie, after some reflection, said, "D'jever 'ear of Here Ward?"
"I knowed a Jake Ward wunst."
"Here Ward the Wake. He ain't a bloke you'd know--_'e's_ in 'istry. Tell you if you like."
The tale of Hereward the Wake lasted till the jolting perambulator came to anchor in a hollow place among thick furze bushes. The bare, thick stems of the furze held it up like a roof over their heads as they sat.
It was like a little furze house.
Next morning Mr. Beale shaved, a thing he had not done since they left London. d.i.c.kie held the mug and the soap. It was great fun, and, afterwards, Mr. Beale looked quite different. That was great fun too.
And he got quite a different set of clothes out of his bundles, and put them on. And that was the greatest fun of all.
"Now, then," he said, "we're a-goin' to lay low 'ere all d'y, we are.
And then come evening we're a-goin' to 'ave our beano. That red'eaded chap wot you never see 'e'll lift you up to a window what's got bars to it, and you'll creep through, you being so little, and you'll go soft's a mouse the way I'll show you, and undo the side-door. There's a key and a chain and a bottom bolt. The top bolt's cut through, and all the others is oiled. That won't frighten you, will it?"
"No," said d.i.c.kie. "What should it frighten me for?"
"Well, it's like this," said Mr. Beale a little embarra.s.sed. "Suppose you was to get pinched?"
"What 'ud pinch me? A dawg?"
"There won't be no dawg. A man, or a lady, or somebody in the 'ouse.
Supposen they was to nab you--what 'ud you say?"
d.i.c.kie was watching his face carefully.
"Whatever you tells me to say," he said.
The man slapped his leg gently.
"If that ain't the nipper all over! Well, if they was to nab you, you just say what I tells you to. And then, first chance you get, you slip away from 'em and go to the station. An' if they comes arter you, you say you're a-goin' to your father at Dover. And first chance you get you slip off, and you come to that 'ouse where you and me slep' at Gravesend. I've got the dibs for yer ticket done up in this 'ere belt I'm a-goin' to put on you. But don't you let on to any one it's Gravesend you're a-coming to. See?"
"An' if I don't get pinched?"
"Then you just opens the door and me and that redheaded bloke we comes in."
"What for?" asked d.i.c.kie.
"To look for some tools 'e mislaid there a year ago when 'e was on a plumbing job--and they won't let 'im 'ave them back, not by fair means, they won't. That's what for."
"Rats!" said d.i.c.kie briefly. "I ain't a baby. It's burgling, that's what it is."
"You'll a jolly sight too fond of calling names," said Beale anxiously.
"Never mind what it is. You be a good boy, matey, and do what you're told. That's what you do. You know 'ow to stick it on if you're pinched.
If you ain't you just lay low till we comes out with the ... the plumber's tools. See?"
"And if I'm nabbed, what is it I am to say?"
"You must let on as a strange chap collared you on the road, a strange chap with a black beard and a red 'ankercher, and give you a licking if you didn't go and climb in at the window. Say you lost your father in the town, and this chap said he knew where 'e was, and if you see me you don't know me. Nor yet that redheaded chap wot you never see." He looked down at the small, earnest face turned up to his own. "You _are_ a little nipper," he said affectionately. "I don't know as I ever noticed before quite wot a little 'un you was. Think you can stick it? You shan't go without you wants to, matey. There!"
"It's splendid!" said d.i.c.kie; "it is an adventure for a bold knight. I shall feel like Here Ward when he dressed in the potter's clothes and went to see King William."
He spoke in the book voice.
"There you go," said Mr. Beale, "but don't you go and talk to 'em like that if they pinches you; they'd never let you loose again. Think they'd got a marquis in disguise, so they would."
d.i.c.kie thought all day about this great adventure. He did not tell Mr.
Beale so, but he was very proud of being so trusted. If you come to think of it, burgling must be a very exciting profession. And d.i.c.kie had no idea that it was wrong. It seemed to him a wholly delightful and sporting amus.e.m.e.nt.
While he was exploring the fox-runs among the thick stems of the gra.s.s Mr. Beale lay at full length and pondered.
"I don't more'n 'arf like it," he said to himself. "Ho yuss. I know that's wot I got him for--all right. But 'e's such a jolly little nipper. I wouldn't like anything to 'appen to 'im, so I wouldn't."
d.i.c.kie took his boots off and went to sleep as usual, and in the middle of the night Mr. Beale woke him up and said, "It's time."
There was no moon that night, and it was very, very dark. Mr. Beale carried d.i.c.kie on his back for what seemed a very long way along dark roads, under dark trees, and over dark meadows. A dark bush divided itself into two parts and one part came surprisingly towards them. It turned out to be the red-whiskered man, and presently from a ditch another man came. And they all climbed a chill, damp park-fence, and crept along among trees and shrubs along the inside of a high park wall.
d.i.c.kie, still on Mr. Beale's shoulders, was astonished to find how quietly this big, clumsy-looking man could move.
Through openings in the trees and bushes d.i.c.kie could see the wide park, like a spread shadow, dotted with trees that were like shadows too. And on the other side of it the white face of a great house showed only a little paler than the trees about it. There were no lights in the house.
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