For the Term of His Natural Life Part 20
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"Which of them?"
"Gabbett. He came back to-night."
"Alone?" "Yes, sir. The rest have died--he says."
"What's that?" asked Frere, suddenly interested.
"The bolter I was telling you about--Gabbett, your old friend. He's returned."
"How long has he been out?"
"Nigh six weeks, sir," said the constable, touching his cap.
"Gad, he's had a narrow squeak for it, I'll be bound. I should like to see him."
"He's down at the sheds," said the ready Troke--"a 'good conduct'
burglar. You can see him at once, gentlemen, if you like."
"What do you say, Vickers?"
"Oh, by all means."
CHAPTER IV. THE BOLTER.
It was not far to the sheds, and after a few minutes' walk through the wooden palisades they reached a long stone building, two storeys high, from which issued a horrible growling, pierced with shrilly screamed songs. At the sound of the musket b.u.t.ts clas.h.i.+ng on the pine-wood flagging, the noises ceased, and a silence more sinister than sound fell on the place.
Pa.s.sing between two rows of warders, the two officers reached a sort of ante-room to the gaol, containing a pine-log stretcher, on which a ma.s.s of something was lying. On a roughly-made stool, by the side of this stretcher, sat a man, in the grey dress (worn as a contrast to the yellow livery) of "good conduct" prisoners. This man held between his knees a basin containing gruel, and was apparently endeavouring to feed the ma.s.s on the pine logs.
"Won't he eat, Steve?" asked Vickers.
And at the sound of the Commandant's voice, Steve arose.
"Dunno what's wrong wi' 'un, sir," he said, jerking up a finger to his forehead. "He seems jest muggy-pated. I can't do nothin' wi' 'un."
"Gabbett!"
The intelligent Troke, considerately alive to the wishes of his superior officers, dragged the ma.s.s into a sitting posture.
Gabbett--for it was he--pa.s.sed one great hand over his face, and leaning exactly in the position in which Troke placed him, scowled, bewildered, at his visitors.
"Well, Gabbett," says Vickers, "you've come back again, you see. When will you learn sense, eh? Where are your mates?"
The giant did not reply.
"Do you hear me? Where are your mates?"
"Where are your mates?" repeated Troke.
"Dead," says Gabbett.
"All three of them?"
"Ay."
"And how did you get back?"
Gabbett, in eloquent silence, held out a bleeding foot.
"We found him on the point, sir," said Troke, jauntily explaining, "and brought him across in the boat. He had a basin of gruel, but he didn't seem hungry."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you eat your gruel?"
Gabbett curled his great lips.
"I have eaten it. Ain't yer got nuffin' better nor that to flog a man on? Ugh! yer a mean lot! Wot's it to be this time, Major? Fifty?"
And laughing, he rolled down again on the logs.
"A nice specimen!" said Vickers, with a hopeless smile. "What can one do with such a fellow?"
"I'd flog his soul out of his body," said Frere, "if he spoke to me like that!"
Troke and the others, hearing the statement, conceived an instant respect for the new-comer. He looked as if he would keep his word.
The giant raised his great head and looked at the speaker, but did not recognize him. He saw only a strange face--a visitor perhaps. "You may flog, and welcome, master," said he, "if you'll give me a fig o'
tibbacky." Frere laughed. The brutal indifference of the rejoinder suited his humour, and, with a glance at Vickers, he took a small piece of cavendish from the pocket of his pea-jacket, and gave it to the recaptured convict. Gabbett s.n.a.t.c.hed it as a cur s.n.a.t.c.hes at a bone, and thrust it whole into his mouth.
"How many mates had he?" asked Maurice, watching the champing jaws as one looks at a strange animal, and asking the question as though a "mate" was something a convict was born with--like a mole, for instance.
"Three, sir."
"Three, eh? Well, give him thirty lashes, Vickers."
"And if I ha' had three more," growled Gabbett, mumbling at his tobacco, "you wouldn't ha' had the chance."
"What does he say?"
But Troke had not heard, and the "good-conduct" man, shrinking as it seemed, slightly from the prisoner, said he had not heard either. The wretch himself, munching hard at his tobacco, relapsed into his restless silence, and was as though he had never spoken.
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