Devon Boys Part 16

"Higher still, Sep, higher, higher," the doctor kept on saying; and we tilted it more and more; but still nothing came till, just as we were about to turn it upside down, there was a flash of something bright and silvery, and a tiny drop of fluid metal ran out on to the mould, and down the side.

"That's it. Up with it, Sep. A little more this side. Now then."

Up went the bottom of the pot higher still, and out came a little rush of glowing charcoal, and directly after a bit of heavy clinker, and that was all.

"Oh, I say, doctor," I cried, "what a pity!"

"Pity, my lad! I don't think so. Here, let me do it."

He lifted up the piece of hard clinker and set it upon the slate slabs by itself, and then taking hold of the mould with the tongs, he raised it and gave it a tap or two on the floor, to get rid of the feather ash, and I could see that there was what seemed to be a piece of thin lead beginning in a sort of splash running to the edge in a thread, then down the side of the mould, to finish off in a little round fat b.u.t.ton of metal.

"Hah! I don't think we've done so badly after all, Sep," he said, as he placed the mould upon the table; "but first of all, brush those embers lightly aside, and let's see if there is anything left."

I took a wisp of birch and did as I was told, but there was nothing to be seen, and when the doctor took the pot out into the yard, and carefully examined it, he found nothing there, and brought the little clay vessel back.

"You must take care of that pot, Sep," he said. "It is nothing to look at, but a thing which will stand fire in that way may prove valuable.

Now, then, my lad, bring that bit of refuse, and we will go in and have some dinner. These things will be quite cool by the time we have done."

We carried our treasures into the parlour, and, to Kicksey's great delight, had a wash and our dinner, while she obtained leave to clear away what she was pleased to call our "mess."

But the doctor did not let the dinner pa.s.s without carefully examining the rugged piece of metal and the b.u.t.ton, and then the piece of refuse, the remains of the broken-up specimen.

For my part I was not at all dazzled by the result of our experiment, and at last, with my mouth full of jam and bread and cream, I said:

"But that's only a shabby little bit to get out of all those bits I broke up, isn't it, sir?"

"Do you think so, Sep?" he replied smiling.

"Yes, sir!"

"Well, I think quite differently. We put in rough stony uncleansed ore, and we have got out this piece. If there's plenty of it in the sides of the Gap, my boy, and it is properly worked, your father will be a rich man from the produce of the lead alone; and I feel pretty sure," he continued, as he examined the sc.r.a.p of metal through his gla.s.s, "that there is a great deal of silver in this as well. Here, what are you doing?" he cried.

"I was looking to see if father was coming," I cried, as I turned back at the door.

"You need not look," he said quietly, "for it will be three hours at the least before he can get back. The pony must have a rest at the town."

I came back slowly, for I felt that what the doctor said was true, and it seemed to be all so curious that our bit of mischief should turn out so strangely that I did what was a very unusual thing for me in those days, sat down and thought.

The piece of metal was lying before me, and I took it up and examined it, turning it over and over in my hands, while I could not keep a strong feeling of doubt from creeping in.

"Perhaps the doctor is wrong," I said to myself, and this may be worth nothing at all; and as I thought in this fashion, I longed for my father to come back, so as to hear what he had to say about the value of the metal. For in those days I had a very frank loyal feeling towards my father, and a belief in his being about the best man anywhere in the neighbourhood, and that he knew better than anybody else.

The silence in the room was broken by the entrance of Kicksey to take away; and as she did so she took the opportunity of informing us that she had cleared everything away, and that the kitchen was as clean once more as a new pin.

As I have before said, the doctor, as my father's old friend and companion, was quite at home in our house, and, after refreshing himself with a pinch of snuff, he proceeded to have some tobacco in another form, for he went to the corner cupboard and got out the jar and a long pipe, which he filled and lit, and then sat there in silence, watching the piece of rugged metal.

As he sat watching the metal and surrounding himself with smoke, I sat and watched him, till it became so tiresome and dull that I rose quietly at last, and stole out into the garden and had a look at the sea, all aglow now with the evening sunshine, and looking curiously like the burning charcoal when it had been spread out on the kitchen floor.

It was very beautiful, but I had watched that too often, so I crossed the garden and went out into the lane to see if I could find anything amusing there.

For it seemed to me that it might be very nice for my father to have found a mine of lead and silver, and that it would be very interesting to see it dug out and melted, as we had melted those pieces that day--of course in a large way; but I did not feel as if I wanted to be rich, and I would a great deal rather then have been wandering out there on the cliff with Bob Chowne or Bigley Uggleston, when I heard a shout, and, looking in the direction, there, high up on the cliff path, and coming towards me with long strides, was my last-named school-fellow.

"Hallo, Big!" I shouted, running towards him; "where are you going?"

"Coming to look after you," he said. "Why didn't you come over again?"

"Because I was wanted at home," I replied. "You might have come over to me."

"I couldn't. I didn't like to. Father was put out this morning, because he saw you and your father on our grounds."

"Your grounds!" I said. "Oh, come, that is a good one."

"Well, father always talks about it as if all the Gap belonged to him.

What were you doing there?"

"Having a walk," I was obliged to say.

"Oh, well, you might have stopped."

"Didn't I tell you my father wanted me," I replied in a pettish way.

"I've only just got out again."

"I've been waiting at home to see if my father would come back. He started off to walk to Barnstaple."

"Your father has?" I cried involuntarily. "Why, that's where my father has gone."

"What! To Barnstaple, Sep?"

I nodded.

"I say," he said, "I hope they won't meet one another."

"Why?" I exclaimed.

"Because they might quarrel. I say, Sep, I wish your father and my father were good friends like we are."

I shook my head at that, and felt rather lofty.

"I don't see how that can ever be," I replied; and then I felt quite uncomfortable as I recalled my father being uneasy about old Jonas watching us that morning. I felt, too, that it would be much worse now if Jonas got to know that there was a mine upon the estate, and it seemed as if we were going to be at the beginning of a good deal of trouble.

"Father went up the Gap after you had gone," said Bigley, "and I saw him go right up to the place where we blew down the big rock, and when I saw him go there I went indoors and got his spy-gla.s.s and watched him out of the window."

"I say, you oughtn't to watch people," I said sharply.

"I know that," replied Bigley; "but I was afraid there was going to be a bother, and I wanted to tell you if there was."

"Well, what did he do?"

"Why, if he didn't seem to make it all out exactly just where we had been, and he followed down the place where the stone fell, and then went on down till he came to the rough part where the rock was all bared, and stooped and looked it all over and over. Oh, he has got eyes, my father has. I could see as plain as could be through the spy-gla.s.s that he picked up bits of the stone, and once he knelt down and I think he smelt the stones."