Shirley Part 47
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"You are afraid of hedges, and the beck which we shall be forced to cross?"
"I can cross it."
They started; they ran. Many a wall checked but did not baffle them. s.h.i.+rley was surefooted and agile; she could spring like a deer when she chose. Caroline, more timid and less dexterous, fell once or twice, and bruised herself; but she rose again directly, saying she was not hurt. A quickset hedge bounded the last field; they lost time in seeking a gap in it. The aperture, when found, was narrow, but they worked their way through. The long hair, the tender skin, the silks and the muslins suffered; but what was chiefly regretted was the impediment this difficulty had caused to speed. On the other side they met the beck, flowing deep in a rough bed. At this point a narrow plank formed the only bridge across it. s.h.i.+rley had trodden the plank successfully and fearlessly many a time before; Caroline had never yet dared to risk the transit.
"I will carry you across," said Miss Keeldar. "You are light, and I am not weak. Let me try."
"If I fall in, you may fish me out," was the answer, as a grateful squeeze compressed her hand. Caroline, without pausing, trod forward on the trembling plank as if it were a continuation of the firm turf. s.h.i.+rley, who followed, did not cross it more resolutely or safely. In their present humour, on their present errand, a strong and foaming channel would have been a barrier to neither. At the moment they were above the control either of fire or water. All Stilbro' Moor, alight and aglow with bonfires, would not have stopped them, nor would Calder or Aire thundering in flood. Yet one sound made them pause. Scarce had298 they set foot on the solid opposite bank when a shot split the air from the north. One second elapsed. Further off burst a like note in the south. Within the s.p.a.ce of three minutes similar signals boomed in the east and west.
"I thought we were dead at the first explosion," observed s.h.i.+rley, drawing a long breath. "I felt myself hit in the temples, and I concluded your heart was pierced; but the reiterated voice was an explanation. Those are signals-it is their way-the attack must be near. We should have had wings. Our feet have not borne us swiftly enough."
A portion of the copse was now to clear. When they emerged from it the mill lay just below them. They could look down upon the buildings, the yard; they could see the road beyond. And the first glance in that direction told s.h.i.+rley she was right in her conjecture. They were already too late to give warning. It had taken more time than they calculated on to overcome the various obstacles which embarra.s.sed the short cut across the fields.
The road, which should have been white, was dark with a moving ma.s.s. The rioters were a.s.sembled in front of the closed yard gates, and a single figure stood within, apparently addressing them. The mill itself was perfectly black and still. There was neither life, light, nor motion around it.
"Surely he is prepared. Surely that is not Moore meeting them alone?" whispered s.h.i.+rley.
"It is. We must go to him. I will go to him."
"That you will not."
"Why did I come, then? I came only for him. I shall join him."
"Fortunately it is out of your power. There is no entrance to the yard."
"There is a small entrance at the back, besides the gates in front. It opens by a secret method which I know. I will try it."
"Not with my leave."
Miss Keeldar clasped her round the waist with both arms and held her back. "Not one step shall you stir," she went on authoritatively. "At this moment Moore would be both shocked and embarra.s.sed if he saw either you or me. Men never want women near them in time of real danger."
"I would not trouble-I would help him," was the reply.
299"How?-by inspiring him with heroism? Pooh! these are not the days of chivalry. It is not a tilt at a tournament we are going to behold, but a struggle about money, and food, and life."
"It is natural that I should be at his side."
"As queen of his heart? His mill is his lady-love, Cary! Backed by his factory and his frames, he has all the encouragement he wants or can know. It is not for love or beauty, but for ledger and broadcloth, he is going to break a spear. Don't be sentimental; Robert is not so."
"I could help him; I will seek him."
"Off then-I let you go-seek Moore. You'll not find him."
She loosened her hold. Caroline sped like levelled shaft from bent bow; after her rang a jesting, gibing laugh. "Look well there is no mistake!" was the warning given.
But there was a mistake. Miss Helstone paused, hesitated, gazed. The figure had suddenly retreated from the gate, and was running back hastily to the mill.
"Make haste, Lina!" cried s.h.i.+rley; "meet him before he enters."
Caroline slowly returned. "It is not Robert," she said. "It has neither his height, form, nor bearing."
"I saw it was not Robert when I let you go. How could you imagine it? It is a shabby little figure of a private soldier; they had posted him as sentinel. He is safe in the mill now. I saw the door open and admit him. My mind grows easier. Robert is prepared. Our warning would have been superfluous; and now I am thankful we came too late to give it. It has saved us the trouble of a scene. How fine to have entered the counting-house toute eperdue, and to have found oneself in presence of Messrs. Armitage and Ramsden smoking, Malone swaggering, your uncle sneering, Mr. Sykes sipping a cordial, and Moore himself in his cold man-of-business vein! I am glad we missed it all."
"I wonder if there are many in the mill, s.h.i.+rley!"
"Plenty to defend it. The soldiers we have twice seen to-day were going there, no doubt, and the group we noticed surrounding your cousin in the fields will be with him."
"What are they doing now, s.h.i.+rley? What is that noise?"
"Hatchets and crowbars against the yard gates. They are forcing them. Are you afraid?"
300"No; but my heart throbs fast. I have a difficulty in standing. I will sit down. Do you feel unmoved?"
"Hardly that; but I am glad I came. We shall see what transpires with our own eyes. We are here on the spot, and none know it. Instead of amazing the curate, the clothier, and the corn-dealer with a romantic rush on the stage, we stand alone with the friendly night, its mute stars, and these whispering trees, whose report our friends will not come to gather."
"s.h.i.+rley, s.h.i.+rley, the gates are down! That crash was like the felling of great trees. Now they are pouring through. They will break down the mill doors as they have broken the gate. What can Robert do against so many? Would to G.o.d I were a little nearer him-could hear him speak-could speak to him! With my will-my longing to serve him-I could not be a useless burden in his way; I could be turned to some account."
"They come on!" cried s.h.i.+rley. "How steadily they march in! There is discipline in their ranks. I will not say there is courage-hundreds against tens are no proof of that quality-but" (she dropped her voice) "there is suffering and desperation enough amongst them. These goads will urge them forwards."
"Forwards against Robert; and they hate him. s.h.i.+rley, is there much danger they will win the day?"
"We shall see. Moore and Helstone are of 'earth's first blood'-no bunglers-no cravens--"
A crash-smash-s.h.i.+ver-stopped their whispers. A simultaneously hurled volley of stones had saluted the broad front of the mill, with all its windows; and now every pane of every lattice lay in shattered and pounded fragments. A yell followed this demonstration-a rioters' yell-a north-of-England, a Yorks.h.i.+re, a West-Riding, a West-Riding-clothing-district-of-Yorks.h.i.+re rioters' yell.
You never heard that sound, perhaps, reader? So much the better for your ears-perhaps for your heart, since, if it rends the air in hate to yourself, or to the men or principles you approve, the interests to which you wish well, wrath wakens to the cry of hate; the lion shakes his mane, and rises to the howl of the hyena; caste stands up, ireful against caste; and the indignant, wronged spirit of the middle rank bears down in zeal and scorn on the famished and furious ma.s.s of the operative cla.s.s. It is difficult to be tolerant, difficult to be just, in such moments.
301Caroline rose; s.h.i.+rley put her arm round her: they stood together as still as the straight stems of two trees. That yell was a long one, and when it ceased the night was yet full of the swaying and murmuring of a crowd.
"What next?" was the question of the listeners. Nothing came yet. The mill remained mute as a mausoleum.
"He cannot be alone!" whispered Caroline.
"I would stake all I have that he is as little alone as he is alarmed," responded s.h.i.+rley.
Shots were discharged by the rioters. Had the defenders waited for this signal? It seemed so. The hitherto inert and pa.s.sive mill woke; fire flashed from its empty window-frames; a volley of musketry pealed sharp through the Hollow.
"Moore speaks at last!" said s.h.i.+rley, "and he seems to have the gift of tongues. That was not a single voice."
"He has been forbearing. No one can accuse him of rashness," alleged Caroline. "Their discharge preceded his. They broke his gates and his windows. They fired at his garrison before he repelled them."
What was going on now? It seemed difficult, in the darkness, to distinguish; but something terrible, a still-renewing tumult, was obvious-fierce attacks, desperate repulses. The mill-yard, the mill itself, was full of battle movement. There was scarcely any cessation now of the discharge of firearms; and there was struggling, rus.h.i.+ng, trampling, and shouting between. The aim of the a.s.sailants seemed to be to enter the mill, that of the defenders to beat them off. They heard the rebel leader cry, "To the back, lads!" They heard a voice retort, "Come round; we will meet you."
"To the counting-house!" was the order again.
"Welcome! we shall have you there!" was the response. And accordingly the fiercest blaze that had yet glowed, the loudest rattle that had yet been heard, burst from the counting-house front when the ma.s.s of rioters rushed up to it.
The voice that had spoken was Moore's own voice. They could tell by its tones that his soul was now warm with the conflict; they could guess that the fighting animal was roused in every one of those men there struggling together, and was for the time quite paramount above the rational human being.
Shirley Part 47
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