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HOW THE NIGHT WENT
George sat opposite to him, his hands on his knees, the red nightcap on his head, and a comical expression of astonishment upon his melancholy countenance.
"Well," he said, when Harold had done, "blow me if that ain't a master one. And yet there's folks who say that there ain't no such thing as Providence--not that there's anything prowided yet--p'raps there ain't nawthing there after all."
"I don't know if there is or not, but I'm going back to see, and I want you to come with me."
"Now?" said George rather uneasily. "Why, Colonel, that bain't a very nice spot to go digging about in on a night like this. I niver heard no good of that there place--not as I holds by sich talk myself," he added apologetically.
"Well," said the Colonel, "you can do as you like, but I'm going back at once, and going down the hole, too; the gas must be out of it by now. There are reasons," he added, "why, if this money is to be found at all, it should be found this morning. To-day is Christmas Day, you know."
"Yes, yes, Colonel; I knows what you mean. Bless you, I know all about it; the old Squire must talk to somebody; if he don't he'd bust, so he talks to me. That Cossey's coming for his answer from Miss Ida this morning. Poor young lady, I saw her yesterday, and she looks like a ghost, she du. Ah, he's a mean one, that Cossey. Laryer Quest warn't in it with him after all. Well, I cooked his goose for him, and I'd give summut to have a hand in cooking that banker chap's too. You wait a minute, Colonel, and I'll come along, gale and ghostesses and all. I only hope it mayn't be after a fool's arrand, that's all," and he retired to put on his boots. Presently he appeared again, his red nightcap still on his head, for he was afraid that the wind would blow a hat off, and carrying an unlighted lantern in his hand.
"Now, Colonel, I'm ready, sir, if you be;" and they started.
The gale was, if anything, fiercer than ever. Indeed, there had been no such wind in those parts for years, or rather centuries, as the condition of the timber by ten o'clock that morning amply testified.
"This here timpest must be like that as the Squire tells us on in the time of King Charles, as blew the top of the church tower off on a Christmas night," shouted George. But Harold made no answer, and they fought their way onward without speaking any more, for their voices were almost inaudible. Once the Colonel stopped and pointed to the sky-line. Of all the row of tall poplars which he had seen bending like whips before the wind as he came along but one remained standing now, and as he pointed that vanished also.
Reaching the summer house in safety, they entered, and the Colonel shut and locked the door behind them. The frail building was literally rocking in the fury of the storm.
"I hope the roof will hold," shouted George, but Harold took no heed.
He was thinking of other things. They lit the lanterns, of which they now had three, and the Colonel slid down into the great grave he had so industriously dug, motioning to George to follow. This that worthy did, not without trepidation. Then they both knelt and stared down through the hole in the masonry, but the light of the lanterns was not strong enough to enable them to make out anything with clearness.
"Well," said George, falling back upon his favourite expression in his amazement, as he drew his nightcapped head from the hole, "if that ain't a master one, I niver saw a masterer, that's all.
"What be you a-going to du now, Colonel? Hev you a ladder here?"
"No," answered Harold, "I never thought of that, but I've a good rope: I'll get it."
Scrambling out of the hole, he presently returned with a long coil of stout rope. It belonged to some men who had been recently employed in cutting boughs off such of the oaks that needed attention.
They undid the rope and let the end down to see how deep the pit was.
When they felt that the end lay upon the floor they pulled it up. The depth from the hole to the bottom of the pit appeared to be about sixteen feet or a trifle more.
Harold took the iron crow, and having made the rope fast to it fixed the bar across the mouth of the aperture. Then he doubled the rope, tied some knots in it, and let it fall into the pit, preparatory to climbing down it.
But George was too quick for him. Forgetting his doubts as to the wisdom of groping about Dead Man's Mount at night, in the ardour of his burning curiosity he took the dark lantern, and holding it with his teeth pa.s.sed his body through the hole in the masonry, and cautiously slid down the rope.
"Are you all right?" asked Harold in a voice tremulous with excitement, for was not his life's fortune trembling on the turn?
"Yes," answered George doubtfully. Harold looking down could see that he was holding the lantern above his head and staring at something very hard.
Next moment a howl of terror echoed up from the pit, the lantern was dropped upon the ground and the rope began to be agitated with the utmost violence.
In another two seconds George's red nightcap appeared followed by a face that was literally livid with terror.
"Let me up for Goad's sake," he gasped, "or he'll hev me by the leg!"
"He! who?" asked the Colonel, not without a thrill of superst.i.tious fear, as he dragged the panting man through the hole.
But George would give no answer until he was out of the grave. Indeed had it not been for the Colonel's eager entreaties, backed to some extent by actual force, he would by this time have been out of the summer-house also, and half-way down the mount.
"What is it?" roared the Colonel in the pit to George, who shivering with terror was standing on its edge.
"It's a blessed ghost, that's what it is, Colonel," answered George, keeping his eyes fixed upon the hole as though he momentarily expected to see the object of his fears emerge.
"Nonsense," said Harold doubtfully. "What rubbish you talk. What sort of a ghost?"
"A white un," said George, "all bones like."
"All bones?" answered the Colonel, "why it must be a skeleton."
"I don't say that he ain't," was the answer, "but if he be, he's nigh on seven foot high, and sitting airing of hissel in a stone bath."
"Oh, rubbish," said the Colonel. "How can a skeleton sit and air himself? He would tumble to bits."
"I don't know, but there he be, and they don't call this here place 'Dead Man's Mount' for nawthing."
"Well," said the Colonel argumentatively, "a skeleton is a perfectly harmless thing."
"Yes, if he's dead maybe, sir, but this one's alive, I saw him nod his head at me."
"Look here, George," answered Harold, feeling that if this went on much longer he should lose his nerve altogether. "I'm not going to be scared. Great heavens, what a gust! I'm going down to see for myself."
"Very good, Colonel," answered George, "and I'll wait here till you come up again--that is if you iver du."
Thrice did Harold look at the hole in the masonry and thrice did he shrink back.
"Come," he shouted angrily, "don't be a fool; get down here and hand me the lantern."
George obeyed with evident trepidation. Then Harold scrambled through the opening and with many an inward tremor, for there is scarcely a man on the earth who is really free from supernatural fears, descended hand over hand. But in so doing he managed to let the lantern fall and it went out. Now as any one will admit this was exceedingly trying. It is not pleasant to be left alone in the dark and underground in the company of an unknown "spook." He had some matches, but what between fear and cold it was some time before he could get a light. Down in this deep place the rush of the great gale reached his ears like a faint and melancholy sighing, and he heard other tapping noises, too, or he thought he did, noises of a creepy and unpleasant nature. Would the matches never light? The chill and death-like damp of the place struck to his marrow and the cold sweat poured from his brow. Ah! at last! He kept his eyes steadily fixed upon the lantern till he had lit it and the flame was burning brightly. Then with an effort he turned and looked round him.
And this is what he saw.
There, three or four paces from him, in the centre of the chamber of Death sat or rather lay a figure of Death. It reclined in a stone chest or coffin, like a man in a hip bath which is too small for him.
The bony arms hung down on either side, the bony limbs projected towards him, the great white skull hung forward over the ma.s.sive breast bone. It moved, too, of itself, and as it moved, the jaw-bone tapped against the breast and the teeth clacked gently together.
Terror seized him while he looked, and, as George had done, he turned to fly. How could that thing move its head? The head ought to fall off.
Seizing the rope, he jerked it violently in the first effort of mounting.
"Hev he got yew, Colonel?" sung out George above; and the sound of a human voice brought him back to his sense.
"No," he answered as boldly as he could, and then setting his teeth, turned and tottered straight at the Horror in the chest.
He was there now, and holding the lantern against the thing, examined it. It was a skeleton of enormous size, and the skull was fixed with rusty wire to one of the vertebrae.
At this evidence of the handiwork of man his fears almost vanished.