Puck of Pook's Hill Part 27

'"Truth, Sir John. If you had seen him run!" says Sebastian.

'"On this you ride breakneck to me with a tale of pirates, and wool-wains, and cow-hides, which, though it hath moved my mirth as a man, offendeth my reason as a magistrate. So I will e'en accompany you back to the tower with, perhaps, some few of my own people, and three to four wagons, and I'll be your warrant that Master John Collins will freely give you your guns and your demi-cannon, Master Sebastian." He breaks into his proper voice-"I warned the old tod and his neighbours long ago that they'd come to trouble with their side-sellings and bye-dealings; but we cannot have half Suss.e.x hanged for a little gun-running. Are ye content, lads?"

'"I'd commit any treason for two demi-cannon," said Sebastian, and rubs his hands.

'"Ye have just compounded with rank treason-felony for the same bribe,"

says Sir John. "Wherefore to horse, and get the guns."'

'But Master Collins meant the guns for Sir Andrew Barton all along, didn't he?' said Dan.

'Questionless, that he did,' said Hal. 'But he lost them. We poured into the village on the red edge of dawn, Sir John horsed, in half-armour, his pennon flying; behind him thirty stout Brightling knaves, five abreast; behind them four wool-wains, and behind them four trumpets to triumph over the jest, blowing: _Our King went forth to Normandie_. When we halted and rolled the ringing guns out of the tower, 'twas for all the world like Friar Roger's picture of the French siege in the Queen's Missal-book.'

'And what did we-I mean, what did our village do?' said Dan.

'Oh! Bore it n.o.bly-n.o.bly,' cried Hal. 'Though they had tricked me, I was proud of us. They came out of their housen, looked at that little army as though it had been a post, and went their shut-mouthed way. Never a sign!

Never a word! They'd ha' perished sooner than let Brightling overcrow us.

Even that villain, Ticehurst Will, coming out of the Bell for his morning ale, he all but ran under Sir John's horse.

'"Ware, Sirrah Devil!" cries Sir John, reining back.

'"Oh!" says Will. "Market day, is it? And all the bullocks from Brightling here?"

'I spared him his belting for that-the brazen knave!

'But John Collins was our masterpiece! He happened along-street (his jaw tied up where Sebastian had clouted him) when we were trundling the first demi-cannon through the lych-gate.

'"I reckon you'll find her middlin' heavy," he says. "If you've a mind to pay, I'll loan ye my timber-tug. She won't lie easy on ary wool-wain."

'That was the one time I ever saw Sebastian taken flat aback. He opened and shut his mouth, fishy-like.

'"No offence," says Master John. "You've got her reasonable good cheap. I thought ye might not grudge me a groat if I help move her." Ah, he was a masterpiece! They say that morning's work cost our John two hundred pounds, and he never winked an eyelid, not even when he saw the guns all carted off to Lewes.'

'Neither then nor later?' said Puck.

'Once. 'Twas after he gave St. Barnabas the new chime of bells. (Oh, there was nothing the Collinses, or the Hayes, or the Fowles, or the Fanners would not do for the church then! "Ask and have" was their song.) We had rung 'em in, and he was in the tower with Black Nick Fowle, that gave us our rood-screen. The old man pinches the bell-rope one hand and scratches his neck with t'other. "Sooner she was pulling yon clapper than my neck,"

he says. That was all! That was Suss.e.x-seely Suss.e.x for everlastin'!'

'And what happened after?' said Una.

'I went back into England,' said Hal, slowly. 'I'd had my lesson against pride. But they tell me I left St. Barnabas's a jewel-just about a jewel!

Wel-a-well! 'Twas done for and among my own people, and-Father Roger was right-I never knew such trouble or such triumph since. That's the nature o' things. A dear-dear land.' He dropped his chin on his chest.

'There's your Father at the Forge. What's he talking to old Hobden about?'

said Puck, opening his hand with three leaves in it.

Dan looked towards the cottage.

'Oh, I know. It's that old oak lying across the brook. Pater always wants it grubbed.'

In the still valley they could hear old Hobden's deep tones.

'Have it _as_ you've a mind to,' he was saying. 'But the vivers of her roots they hold the bank together. If you grub her out, the bank she'll all come tearin' down, an' next floods the brook'll swarve up. But have it _as_ you've a mind. The mistuss she sets a heap by the ferns on her trunk.'

'Oh! I'll think it over,' said the Pater.

Una laughed a little bubbling chuckle.

'What Devil's in _that_ belfry?' said Hal, with a lazy laugh. 'That should be Hobden by his voice.'

'Why, the oak is the regular bridge for all the rabbits between the Three Acre and our meadow. The best place for wires on the farm, Hobden says.

He's got two there now,' Una answered. '_He_ won't ever let it be grubbed!'

'Ah, Suss.e.x! Silly Suss.e.x for everlastin',' murmured Hal; and the next moment their Father's voice calling across to Little Lindens broke the spell as St. Barnabas's clock struck five.

SMUGGLERS' SONG

_If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,_ _Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,_ _Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie._ _Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!_

_Five and twenty ponies_ _Trotting through the dark;_ _Brandy for the Parson,_ _'Baccy for the Clerk_ _Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,_

_And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!_

_Running round the woodlump if you chance to find_ _Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandywined;_ _Don't you shout to come and look, nor take 'em for your play;_ _Put the brishwood back again,-and they'll be gone next day!_

_If you see the stableyard setting open wide;_ _If you see a tied horse lying down inside;_ _If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;_ _If the lining's wet and warm-don't you ask no more!_

_If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,_ _You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said._ _If they call you 'pretty maid,' and chuck you 'neath the chin,_ _Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!_

_Knocks and footsteps round the house-whistles after dark-_ _You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark._ Trusty's _here, and_ Pincher's _here, and see how dumb they lie-_ _They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!_

_If you do as you've been told, likely there's a chance,_ _You'll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France,_ _With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood-_ _A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good!_

_Five and twenty ponies,_ _Trotting through the Park-_ _Brandy for the Parson,_ _'Baccy for the Clerk._

_Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie._ _Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!_

'DYMCHURCH FLIT'