Part 8 (1/2)

They had trudged the better part of two miles when they came upon the horse tethered by the reins to one of two gate-pillars, which stood gateless beside the road. Colonel John got to his saddle, and they trotted on. Notwithstanding which it was late in the afternoon when they approached the town of Tralee.

In those days it was a town much ruined. The grim castle of the Desmonds, scene of the midnight murder which had brought so many woes on Ireland, still elbowed the grey Templars Cloister, and looked down, as it frowned across the bay, on the crumbling aisles and squalid graves of the Abbey. To Bale, as he scanned the dark pile, it was but a keep--a mere nothing beside Marienburg or Stettin--rising above the hovels of an Irish town. But to the Irishman it stood for many a bitter memory and many a crime, besides that murder of a guest which will never be forgotten. The Colonel sighed as he gazed.

Presently his eyes dropped to the mean houses which flanked the entrance to the town; and he recognised that if all the saints had not vouchsafed their company, the delay caused by the meeting with the priest had done somewhat. For at that precise moment a man was riding into the town before them, and the horse under the man was Flavia McMurrough's lost mare.

Colonel John's eye lightened as he recognised its points. With a sign to Bale he fell in behind the man and followed him through two or three ill-paved and squalid streets. Presently the rider pa.s.sed through a loop-holed gateway, before which a soldier was doing sentry-go. The two followed. Thence the quarry crossed an open s.p.a.ce surrounded by dreary buildings which no military eye could take for aught but a barrack yard. The two still followed--the sentry staring after them. On the far side of the yard the mare and its rider vanished through a second archway, which appeared to lead to an inner court. The Colonel, nothing intimidated, went after them. Fortune, he thought, had favoured him.

But as he emerged from the tunnel-like pa.s.sage he raised his head in astonishment. A din of voices, an outbreak of laughter and revelry, burst in a flood of sound upon his ears. He turned his face in the direction whence the sounds came, and saw three open windows, and at each window three or four flushed countenances. His sudden emergence from the tunnel, perhaps his look of surprise, wrought an instant's silence, which was followed by a ruder outburst.

”c.o.c.k! c.o.c.k! c.o.c.k!” shrieked a tipsy voice, and an orange, hurled at random, missed the Colonel's astonished face by a yard. The mare which had led him so far had disappeared, and instinctively he drew bridle.

He stared at the window.

”Mark one!” cried a second roisterer, and a cork, better aimed than the orange, struck the Colonel sharply on the chin. A shout of laughter greeted the hit.

He raised his hat. ”Gentlemen,” he remonstrated, ”gentlemen----”

He could proceed no further. A flight of corks, a renewed cry of ”c.o.c.k!

c.o.c.k! c.o.c.k!” a chorus of ”Fetch him, Ponto! Dead, good dog! Find him, Ponto!” drowned his remonstrances. Perhaps in the scowling face at his elbow--for William Bale had followed him and was looking very fierce indeed--the wits of the --th found more amus.e.m.e.nt than in the master's mild astonishment.

”Who the devil is he?” cried one of the seniors, raising his voice above the uproar. ”English or Irish?”

”Irish for a dozen!” a voice answered. ”Here, Paddy, where's your papers?”

”Ay, be jabers!” in an exaggerated brogue; ”it's the broth of a boy he is, and never a face as long as his in ould Ireland!”

”Gentlemen,” the Colonel said, getting in a word at last. ”Gentlemen, I have been in many companies before this, and----”

”And by G--d, you shall be in ours!” one of the revellers retorted. And ”Have him in! Fetch him in!” roared a dozen voices, amid much laughter.

In a twinkling half as many young fellows had leapt from the windows, and surrounded him. ”Who-whoop!” cried one, ”Who-whoop!”

”Steady, gentlemen, steady!” the Colonel said, a note of sternness in his voice. ”I've no objection to joining you, or to a little timely frolic, but----”

”Join us you will, whether or no!” replied one, more drunken or more turbulent than the rest. He made as if he would lay hands on the Colonel, and, to avoid violence, the latter suffered himself to be helped from his saddle. In a twinkling he was urged through the doorway, leaving his reins in Bale's hand, whose face, for sheer wrath and vindictiveness, was a picture.

Boisterous cries of ”Hallo, sobersides!” and ”c.o.c.k, c.o.c.k, c.o.c.k!”

greeted the Colonel, as, partly of his own accord and partly urged by unceremonious hands, he crossed the threshold, and shot forward into the room.

The scene presented by the apartment matched the flushed faces and the wandering eyes which the windows had framed. The long table was strewn with flasks and gla.s.ses and half-peeled fruit, the floor with empty bottles. A corner of the table had been cleared for a main at hazard; but to make up for this the sideboard was a wilderness of broken meats and piled-up dishes, and an overturned card-table beside one of the windows had strewn the floor with cards. Here, there, everywhere on chairs, on hooks, were cast sword-belts, neckcloths, neglected wigs.

A peaceful citizen of that day had as soon found himself in a bear-pit; and even the Colonel's face grew a trifle longer as hands, not too gentle, conducted him towards the end of the table. ”Gentlemen, gentlemen,” he began, ”I have been in many companies, as I said before, and----”

”A speech! Old Gravity's speech!” roared a middle-aged, bold-eyed man, who had suggested the sally from the windows, and from the first had set the younger spirits an example of recklessness. ”Hear to him!” He filled a gla.s.s of wine and waved it perilously near the Colonel's nose.

”Old Gravity's speech! Give it tongue!” he cried. ”The flure's your own, and we're listening.”

Colonel John eyed him with a slight contraction of the features. But the announcement, if ill-meant, availed to procure silence. The more sober had resumed their seats. He raised his head and spoke.

”Gentlemen,” he said--and it was strange to note the effect of his look as his eyes fell first on one and then on another, fraught with a dignity which insensibly wrought on them. ”Gentlemen, I have been in many companies, and I have found it true, all the world over, that what a man brings he finds. I have the honour to speak to you as a soldier to soldiers----”