No Quarter! Part 15

Saying which, he flung himself out of the saddle, and made to ascend the steps of the porch.

"You don't enter my house by an open door," cried the Master of Hollymead, stepping backward. "You'll have to break it in first," he added, gliding into the hallway, dashing the door to behind him, and double-bolting it inside.

Almost immediately after strong oaken shutters, moved by invisible hands, were seen to close upon all the windows of the lower story, till Hollymead House looked as though its inmates had suddenly and mysteriously abandoned it.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

"RESIST!"

In his defiant refusal the Master of Hollymead, as already said, had received encouragement by a word spoken from the withdrawing-room. It was after the ladies had pa.s.sed out of it; Sir Richard, who had followed them to the door, simply saying, "Resist!" It was said in a significant tone though, and loud enough to be heard by him who stood in the porch.

For the knight had now made up his mind to some sort of action, as yet known only to himself; and but returned to the window to get further informed of the chances in favour of it.

Judging by the sparkle of his eyes, they seemed satisfactory, each moment becoming more so. He had already taken stock of the soldier troop, counted its files--less than twenty--saw that half of them were but "Johnny Raws" in uniform; while the crowd beyond them numbered nigh two hundred. Not all men; but such women as were among them had the look of being able to do man's work, even in the way of fighting. Nor were they all unarmed, though no warlike weapons were conspicuously displayed. Here and there could be seen hands holding hedge forks, or grasping hatchets, bill-hooks, and hay-knives; others carrying long-shafted hammers and mattocks--tools of the mining industry peculiar to the Forest. All implements denoting peace; but readily convertible into weapons with which could be dealt deadly blows.

Sir Richard had taken all this in, as the soldiers came to a halt at the haw-haw gate. And now that they were inside it, looking over their heads from the high window, he saw something else, for which he had been anxiously watching--another crowd on its way up the avenue, smaller than that already arrived, but more compact, and apparently under discipline.

All men these, with one at their head, taller by inches than any of those behind him, easily recognisable as Rob Wilde.

The deer-stealer had been true to his promise, and done his work well; for not only was the Ruardean contingent a large one, but carried real war weapons--here and there a matchlock and _snap-hans_, with pikes and halberds held high above their heads--a bristling array of them.

It was just then, on catching sight of these, that Ambrose Powell retreated from the porch, and in, dashing to his door. For Sir Richard's doings in the days past were all known to him, and why he had gone out of his way, and lingered behind the hawking party at Ruardean.

At the same moment the knight made a hasty movement away from the window, as he did so saying,--

"Now, Master Trevor! Time's come for action. I'm not going to let our good host be plundered without an effort to prevent it. Of course you can do as you like--remain neutral if it so please you."

"But it don't so please me," promptly responded the ex-gentleman-usher.

"If there's to be fighting, I draw swords too."

"On which side?"

"Oh, Sir Richard! Why do you ask that? After what I've just seen and heard, you might know. Never was I aware that the King sanctioned such doings as these, nor will I be the one to abet them. Besides, you seem to forget my debt to yourself--my life; and I've been longing for an opportunity to pay it. My sword is at your service, as my heart, ever since you conquered both."

"Eustace Trevor!" exclaimed the knight, with more than ordinary warmth, "I now know that you are not only my friend, but the friend of our cause, which is that of country and humanity. Your generous offer of alliance delights me, and I am grateful for it. But all the more reluctant you should compromise yourself with your father--your people.

Reflect before drawing you sword! Among those we are to fight with--if it come to that--is your own kinsman, your cousin, and you may have to cross blades with _him_."

"Be it so. I have reflected, and well, before espousing your cause.

'Tis now more to me than cousin--a matter of conscience. Reginald's on the wrong side--I the right one; and if we must cross swords, let him take the consequences as will I."

Not often in man's face might be seen such expression as came over that of Sir Richard Walwyn while listening to these determined words. The handsome youth he had made chance acquaintance with on the road, liking him at first sight; continuing to like him notwithstanding their adverse political faith; reluctant to quarrel with him; refusing it till there was no alternative with honour--this youth, now no more enemy either to him or his cause, but friend of both, professed and sure of proving true--at thought of all this the eyes of the soldier knight sparkled with an ecstatic joy which they alone can feel who fight for country, not king.

"Enough!" he said, grasping the youth's hand and warmly pressing it.

"Glad am I to think you will be with us. Swords such as yours were an accession to any cause; and ere long, even now, there may be fine opportunity for you to prove it--baptise your new faith in the blood of Freedom's foes. Come with me!"

Their dialogue had occupied but a brief interval of time; and as the knight brought it to an end, he strode hastily out into the hall, spurs still on and clanking. There to encounter their host, also hurrying about, and shouting to his domestics to shutter the windows. The door he had already made secure.

In the hallway the three came together, but only for a few moments to remain so. The occasion called for quick, instant action, allowing scant time for speech. Nor was there much said; Sir Richard hurriedly saying to their host,--

"Tell the ladies not to be alarmed. Say that Mr Trevor and I have gone out to reason with those rude visitors of yours, and see what terms we can make with them. If they won't listen to--"

Whatever the alternative meant he left it unspoken, for chancing to turn his eyes up the stairway, he there saw that he was being listened to already. On its lowest landing were the sisters, who had overheard all.

They were coming down, and now came on; Sabrina gliding forward to the knight, and laying her hand on his shoulder. He had stepped a little apart to receive her, with antic.i.p.ation of something she might have to say confidential, and with her, he, too, wanted a word of that kind.

"Oh, Richard!" she tremblingly exclaimed, "what are you going to do?

Nothing rash, I hope?"

"Certainly not, dearest. Have you ever known me to act rashly?"

"No; but now--"

"Well, now. I'm not likely to change my ways. In what I intend there may be no danger after all. A little risk true, but for a big stake.

No less than three thousand pounds these royal miscreants demand from your father, and will have it if we don't do something. But we will, and they won't get it--not this day, unless I'm mistaken about the men who are gathering outside. Ah! we'll match them, never fear."

He then spoke some words in a whisper, not to be overheard by the servants still rushing to and fro, which seemed further to rea.s.sure her.

"Now, love! let me go," he said, in conclusion. "There isn't a second to spare. Mr Trevor and I must out."

She neither questioned nor tried to detain him longer. Whatever he meant doing, she could confide in him; if to fight, believed him capable of conquering the whole world, and wisely ruling it after. For the woman who loves there is no fancy too wild, no feat seeming impossible to him who has her heart.

More constrained was the speech pa.s.sing neat at hand, for there were three taking part in it. Yet not less anxious than her sister seemed Vaga,--if anything in greater distress about the danger apprehended.

Possibly but for her father being beside her, she would have addressed Eustace Trevor in a strain similar to that of Sabrina appealing to Sir Richard. As it was her looks were eloquent of fear for him, mingled with a confidence in his power to hold his own, whatever was to happen.

The scene was short--of not more than a minute's duration--and ended by the two gentlemen guests of Hollymead House making all haste out of it-- not by the front door, but one at back, which opened into the stable-yard.

Soon as on its stoop, Sir Richard called out,--"Horses, Hubert! Quick!"

And quick they came. In an instant after, Hubert was seen leading two out of their stalls, another pair being led behind by the servant of Eustace Trevor. Saddled and bridled all; for word had been sent out before, and everything was ready--even to the varlet having been warned by the veteran and gained over to the good cause, now his master's.

In twenty seconds' time all four were in the saddle, men as masters setting themselves firm in the stirrups, taking tight hold of the reins, with a look to their swords to see there was no entanglement against unsheathing them.

Then, at a word from Sir Richard, the yard gate, hitherto shut, was thrown open, and out they all burst, spurring to a brisk canter as they rode round for the front of the house.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

IN THE MIDST OF A MOB.

The people who had followed the soldiers were still outside the haw-haw; a file of troopers having been stationed by its gate to prevent their pa.s.sing through. They could easily have sprung over out of the _fosse_, but for some reason seemed not to care for it.

Lunsford, after dismounting, had rushed up into the porch, but too late to hinder the shutting of the door; at which he was now thundering and threatening to adopt the alternative he had been dared to.

"We shall certainly break it in," he cried out in a loud voice, "if not opened instantly."

This elicitating no response from inside, he added,--

"Burst it in, men! Knock it to pieces!"