Part 18 (2/2)
This account seemed wonderfully to turn the scale in Harry's favour; though Miss Simmons was no great favourite with the young ladies, yet the spirit and gallantry which he had discovered in her cause began to act very forcibly on their minds. One of the young ladies observed, ”that if Master Harry was better dressed he would certainly be a very pretty boy;” another said, ”she had always thought he had a look above his station;” and a third remarked ”that, considering he had never learned to dance, he had by no means a vulgar look.”
This untoward accident having thus been amicably settled, the diversions of the evening went forward. But Harry, who had now lost all taste for genteel company, took the first opportunity of retiring to bed, where he soon fell asleep, and forgot both the mortification and bruises he had received. In the mean time the little company below found means to entertain themselves till past midnight, and then retired to their chambers.
The next morning they rose later than usual; and, as several of the young gentlemen, who had been invited to the preceding evening's diversion, were not to return till after dinner, they agreed to take a walk into the country. Harry went with them as usual, though Master Mash, by his misrepresentations, had prejudiced Tommy and all the rest against him. But Harry, who was conscious of his own innocence, and began to feel the pride of injured friends.h.i.+p, disdained to give an explanation of his behaviour, since his friend was not sufficiently interested about the matter to demand one.
While they were walking slowly along the common they discovered at a distance a prodigious crowd of people, all moving forward in the same direction. This attracted the curiosity of the little troop, and on inquiry they found there was going to be a bull-baiting. Instantly an eager desire seized upon all the little gentry to see the diversion. One obstacle alone presented itself, which was, that their parents, and particularly Mrs Merton, had made them promise that they would avoid every species of danger. This objection was, however, removed by Master Billy Lyddall, who remarked, ”that there could be no danger in the sight, as the bull was to be tied fast, and could therefore do them no harm; besides,” added he, smiling, ”what occasion have they to know that we have been at all? I hope we are not such simpletons as to accuse ourselves, or such telltales as to inform against one another?” ”No! no!
no!” was the universal exclamation from all but Harry, who had remained profoundly silent on the occasion. ”Master Harry has not said a word,”
said one of the little folks; ”sure he will not tell of us.” ”Indeed,”
said Harry, ”I don't wish to tell of you; but if I am asked where we have been, how can I help telling?” ”What!” answered Master Lyddall, ”can't you say that we have been walking along the road, or across the common, without mentioning anything further?” ”No,” said Harry, ”that would not be speaking truth; besides, bull-baiting is a very cruel and dangerous diversion, and therefore none of us should go to see it, particularly Master Merton, whose mother loves him so much, and is so careful about him.”
This speech was not received with much approbation by those to whom it was addressed. ”A pretty fellow,” said one, ”to give himself these airs, and pretend to be wiser than every one else!”
”What!” said Master Compton, ”does this beggar's brat think that he is to govern gentlemen's sons, because Master Merton is so good as to keep company with him?” ”If I were Master Merton,” said a third, ”I'd soon send the little impertinent jackanapes home to his own blackguard family.” And Master Mash, who was the biggest and strongest boy in the whole company, came up to Harry, and grinning in his face, said, ”So all the return that you make to Master Merton for his goodness to you is to be a spy and an informer, is it, you little dirty blackguard?”
Harry, who had long perceived and lamented the coolness of Master Merton towards him, was now much more grieved to see that his friend was not only silent, but seemed to take an ill-natured pleasure in these insults, than at the insults themselves which were offered to him.
However, as soon as the crowd of tormentors which surrounded him would give him leave to speak, he coolly answered, ”that he was as little a spy and informer as any of them; and, as to begging, he thanked G.o.d he wanted as little of them as they did of him;” ”besides,” added he, ”were I even reduced so low as that, I should know better how to employ my time than to ask charity of any one here.”
This sarcastic answer, and the reflections that were made upon it, had such an effect upon the too irritable temper of Master Merton, that, in an instant, forgetting his former obligations and affection to Harry, he strutted up to him, and clenching his fist, asked him, ”whether he meant to insult him?”
”Well done, Master Merton!” echoed through the whole society; ”thrash him heartily for his impudence.” ”No, Master Tommy,” answered Harry; ”it is you and your friends here that insult me.”
”What!” answered Tommy, ”are you a person of such consequence that you must not be spoken to? You are a prodigious fine gentleman, indeed.” ”I always thought you one till now,” answered Harry.
”How, you rascal!” said Tommy; ”do you say that I am not a gentleman?
Take that!” and immediately struck Harry upon the face with his fist.
His fort.i.tude was not proof against this treatment; he turned his face away, and only said, in a low tone of voice, ”Master Tommy, Master Tommy, I never should have thought it possible you could have treated me in this unworthy manner;” then, covering his face with both his hands, he burst into an agony of crying.
But the little troop of gentlemen, who were vastly delighted with the mortification which Harry had received, and had formed a very different opinion of his prowess, from the patience which he had hitherto exerted, began to gather round and repeat their persecutions. _Coward_, and _blackguard_, and _tell-tale_ echoed in a chorus through the circle; and some, more forward than the rest, seized him by the hair, in order that he might hold up his head and show his _pretty face_.
But Harry, who now began to recollect himself, wiped his tears with his hand, and, looking up, asked them with a firm tone of voice and a steady countenance, why they meddled with him; then, swinging round, he disengaged himself at once from all who had taken hold of him. The greatest part of the company gave back at this question, and seemed disposed to leave him unmolested; but Master Mash, who was the most quarrelsome and impertinent boy present, advanced, and looking at Harry with a contemptuous sneer, said, ”this is the way we always treat such little blackguards as you, and if you have not had enough to satisfy you, we'll willingly give you some more.” ”As to all your nicknames and nonsense,” answered Harry, ”I don't think it worth my while to resent them; but though I have suffered Master Merton to strike me, there's not another in the company shall do it, or, if he chooses to try, he shall soon find whether or not I am a coward.”
Master Mash made no answer to this, but by a slap of the face, which Harry returned by a punch of his fist, which had almost overset his antagonist, in spite of his superiority of size and strength. This unexpected check from a boy, so much less than himself, might probably have cooled the courage of Mash, had he not been ashamed of yielding to one whom he had treated with so much unmerited contempt. Summoning, therefore, all his resolution, he flew at Harry like a fury, and as he had often been engaged in quarrels like this, he struck him with so much force, that, with the first blow he aimed, he felled him to the ground.
Harry, foiled in this manner, but not dismayed, rose in an instant, and attacked his adversary with redoubled vigour, at the very moment when he thought himself sure of the victory. A second time did Mash, after a short but severe contest, close with his undaunted enemy, and, by dint of superior strength, roughly hurled him to the ground.
The little troop of spectators, who had mistaken Harry's patient fort.i.tude for cowardice, began now to entertain the sincerest respect for his courage, and gathered round the combatants in silence. A second time did Harry rise and attack his stronger adversary with the cool intrepidity of a veteran combatant. The battle now began to grow more dreadful and more violent. Mash had superior strength and dexterity, and greater habitude of fighting; his blows were aimed with equal skill and force, and each appeared sufficient to crush an enemy so much inferior in size, in strength, in years; but Harry possessed a body hardened to support pain and hards.h.i.+p; a greater degree of activity; a cool, unyielding courage, which nothing could disturb or daunt. Four times had he been now thrown down by the irresistible strength of his foe; four times had he risen stronger from his fall, covered with dirt and blood, and panting with fatigue, but still unconquered. At length, from the duration of the combat, and his own violent exertions, the strength of Mash began to fail; enraged and disappointed at the obstinate resistance he had met with, he began to lose all command of his temper, and strike at random; his breath grew short, his efforts were more laborious, and his knees seemed scarcely able to sustain his weight; but actuated by rage and shame, he rushed with all his might upon Harry, as if determined to crush him with one last effort. Harry prudently stepped back, and contented himself with parrying the blows that were aimed at him, till, seeing that his antagonist was almost exhausted by his own impetuosity, he darted at him with all his force, and by one successful blow levelled him with the ground.
An involuntary shout of triumph now burst from the little a.s.sembly of spectators; for such is the temper of human beings, that they are more inclined to consider superiority of force than justice; and the very same boys, who just before were loading Harry with taunts and outrages, were now ready to congratulate him upon his victory. He, however, when he found his antagonist no longer capable of resistance, kindly a.s.sisted him to rise, and told him ”he was very sorry for what had happened;”
but Mash, oppressed at once with the pain of his bruises, and the disgrace of his defeat, observed an obstinate silence.
Just at this moment their attention was engaged by a new and sudden spectacle. A bull of the largest size and greatest beauty was led across the plain, adorned with ribbons of various colours. The majestic animal suffered himself to be led along, an unresisting prey, till he arrived at the spot which was destined for the theatre of his persecutions. Here he was fastened to an iron ring, which had been strongly let into the ground, and whose force they imagined would be sufficient to restrain him, even in the midst of his most violent exertions. An innumerable crowd of men, of women, of children, then surrounded the place, waiting with eager curiosity for the inhuman sport which they expected. The little party which had accompanied Master Merton were now no longer to be restrained; their friends, their parents, admonition, duty, promises, were all forgotten in an instant, and, solely intent upon gratifying their curiosity, they mingled with the surrounding mult.i.tude.
Harry, although reluctantly, followed them at a distance; neither the ill-usage he had received, nor the pain of his wounds, could make him unmindful of Master Merton or careless of his safety. He knew too well the dreadful accidents which frequently attend these barbarous sports, to be able to quit his friend till he had once more seen him in a place of safety.
And now the n.o.ble animal, that was to be thus wantonly tormented, was fastened to the ring by a strongly-twisted cord, which, though it confined and cramped his exertions, did not entirely restrain them.
Although possessed of almost irresistible strength, he seemed unwilling to exert it, and looked round upon the infinite mult.i.tude of his enemies with a gentleness that ought to have disarmed their animosity.
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