True Tilda Part 24
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"I've _got_ to know about them. Else how shall we ever find the Island?"
She thought for half a minute.
"You're sure about that Island?" she asked, a trifle anxiously.
Arthur Miles turned to her with a confident smile.
"Of course I'm sure."
"Well, we'll arsk about it when we get to Stratford-on-Avon."
She was about to say more, but checked herself at sight of a barge coming down the ca.n.a.l--slowly, and as yet so far away that the tramp of the tow-horse's hoofs on the path was scarcely audible. She laid a hand on 'Dolph's collar and pressed him down in the long gra.s.s, commanding him to be quiet, whilst she and the boy wriggled away towards an alder bush that stood a furlong back from the bank.
Stretched at length behind the bush, she had, between the fork of its stem, a clear view of the approaching boat. Its well coverings were loose, and by the upper lock gate the steersman laid it close along sh.o.r.e and put out a gang-plank. His mate, after fitting a nosebag on the horse, came at a call to a.s.sist him, and together they lifted out a painted wooden steed wrapped in straw, and carried it to the store.
Having deposited it there, they returned and unloaded another. Five horses they disembarked and housed thus; and then, like men relieved of a job, spat on their hands and turned to work their boat down through the locks. For twenty minutes the children lay p.r.o.ne and watched them, Tilda still keeping a hand on the scruff of 'Dolph's neck. Then, as the boat, having gained a clear reach of water, faded down in the gathering dusk, she arose and stretched herself.
"For anyone but Bill I wouldn' risk it," she said. "But maybe his credit depends on gettin' them 'osses delivered to-night."
She took Arthur Miles by the hand, found the road, and dragged him uphill at a trot towards the group of red brick buildings that showed between the trees.
The buildings consisted of a cottage and a long stable or coach-house contiguous. This presented a blank white-washed wall to the road, but a Gloire de Dijon rose spread itself over the cottage front, almost smothering a board with the inscription: _S. Holly and Son, Carters and Hauliers_.
Tilda knocked, and her knock was answered by a sour-visaged woman.
"Well, an' what can I do for you?" asked the woman, staring down from her doorstep on the children.
"If you please, ma'am, is Mr. 'Olly at 'ome?"
"No, he ain't."
"I knew it," said Tilda tranquilly. "But by all accounts 'e's got a son."
"Eh?"
The woman still stared, divided between surprise and mistrust.
"You're mistakin'," Tilda pursued. "I ain't come with any scandal about the fam'ly. A grown-up son, I mean--with a 'orse an' cart. Because, if so, there's five gallopin' 'orses down at the wharf waitin' to be taken over to Henley-in-Arden."
"Oh?" said the woman. "My 'usband left word Gustavus was to fetch 'em along if they arrived. But who sent you with the message?"
"I've a friend in Gavel's business," Tilda answered with dignity.
"'E's what you might call Gavel's right 'and man--an' 'e's 'andy with 'is right, too, when 'e's put out. If 'e should 'ear--I'm advisin' for yer _good_, mind--if 'e should 'ear as five 'orses was 'ung up on the wharf 'ere through S. 'Olly an' Son's neglect, you may look out for ructions. An' that's all I promise."
She turned back towards the wharf, and even as Arthur Miles turned to follow they could hear the woman calling loudly, summoning her son from his tea in the kitchen.
"I reckon," commented Tilda, "I put the fear o' Bill into that woman.
You may 'a noticed I didn' like her looks."
She led the way back to the wharf in some elation. Twilight was gathering there and over the ca.n.a.l. She had rounded the corner of the store, when, happening to glance towards the _Success to Commerce_, moored under the bank a bare twenty yards away, she halted, and with a gasp shrank close into the shadow.
"Collar 'Dolph! Grip old on 'im for the Lord's sake!" she whispered, and clutched Arthur Miles by the arm.
On the bank beside the boat stood a man.
"But what's the matter?" the boy demanded.
"'Us.h.!.+ Oh, 'ush an' lie close! It's Gla.s.son!"
CHAPTER XIII.
ADVENTURE OF THE FURRED COLLAR.
"'_Do you know me, my lord?'
'Excellent well; you are a fishmonger._'"--HAMLET.
He stood on the edge of the wharf--a black figure in an Inverness cape-- with his back towards the angle of the store where the children hid.
There was no mistaking him. For two nights he had haunted Tilda's dreams; and she could have picked him out, even in the twilight, from among a thousand.
She gave another gasp, and with that her presence of mind returned.
He had not seen them; he was watching the barge. The angle of the store would still hide them if they tip-toed to the wharf gate. But they must be noiseless as mice; they must reach the road, and then--
She caught up 'Dolph by the scruff of his neck, tucked him under her arm, and whispered to Arthur Miles to steal after her. But before she had taken three paces another fright brought her heart into her mouth.
Footsteps were coming down the road. They could not belong to the wagoner's son. He would be bringing his horse and cart. The footsteps were light, too--light and hurried, and not to be a.s.sociated with hobnailed boots.
Almost desperate at this cutting off of retreat, Tilda pulled Arthur Miles towards a wooden stairway, unrailed, painted over with Stockholm tar, built against the outside of the store, and leading to its upper chamber.
"Up! and quick!" she commanded, pus.h.i.+ng him before her. She followed panting, leaning against the wall for support, for 'Dolph was no light burden, and his weight taxed her hurt leg painfully.
The door of the loft stood ajar. She staggered in after the boy, dropped the dog, and closed all but a c.h.i.n.k, at which she posted herself, drawing quick breaths.
In the darkness behind her Arthur Miles listened. The footsteps drew nearer, paused, and after a moment were audible again in the yard below.
"Good Lord--it's Gavel!"
"Eh?" The boy drew closer to her shoulder.
"It's Gavel, come in a sweat for 'is 'orses. I didn' reckernise 'im for the moment--dressed out in a fur coat an' Trilby 'at. But it's Gavel, an' 'e's walkin' straight into Gla.s.son's arms. Stand by to do a bolt soon as 'e turns the corner."
"But I don't see what he has to do with--with--" Arthur Miles hesitated before the terrible name.
"Gla.s.son? Oh, nothin'; on'y ten to one Gavel's met with the Mortimers, an', Gla.s.son bein' on the track already--W'y, what elst is the man 'ere for?"
"He shan't take me," said the boy after a pause, and in a strained low voice which, nevertheless, had no tremor in it. "Not if I throw myself off the ladder."
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