Part 60 (1/2)

”Fetch some more watter, mester,” said a pleasant voice, and a rough hand was laid upon my forehead, but only to be taken away again, and that which had vexed and irritated we went on again, and in a dreamy way I knew it was a sponge that was being pa.s.sed over my face.

”I fetched Mester Tom one wi' bottom o' the boocket, and I got one kick at Tom, and when the two boys come home to-night they'll get such a leathering as they never hed before.”

”Nay, let 'em be,” said a familiar voice.

”Let 'em be! D'ye think I'm going to hev my bairns grow up such shacks?

Nay, that I wean't, so yo' may like it or no. I'd be shamed o' my sen to stand by and let that pack o' boys half kill the young gentleman like that.”

”I warn't going to stop 'em.”

”Not you, mester. Yow'd sooner set 'em on, like you do your mates, and nice things come on it wi' your strikes and powder, and your wife and bairns wi' empty cupboard. Yow on'y let me know o' next meeting, and if I don't come and give the men a bit o' my mind, my name arn't Jane Gentles.”

”Yow'd best keep thy tongue still.”

”Mebbe you think so, my man, but I don't.”

My senses had come back, and I was staring about at the clean kitchen I was in, with carefully blackleaded grate and red-brick floor. Against the open door, looking out upon the dam, and smoking his pipe, stood-- there was no mistaking him--our late man, Gentles; while over me with a sponge in her hand, and a basin of water by her on a chair, was a big broad-shouldered woman with great bare arms and a pleasant homely face, whose dark hair was neatly kept and streaked with grey.

She saw that I was coming to, and smiled down at me, showing a set of very white teeth, and her plump face looked motherly and pleasant as she bent down and laid her hand upon my forehead.

”That's bonny,” she said, nodding her head at me. ”You lie still a bit and I'll mak you a cup o' tea, and yo'll be aw reight again. I'm glad I caught 'em at it. Some on 'em's going to hev sore bones for that job, and so I tell 'em.”

I took her hand and held it in mine, feeling very weak and dreamy still, and I saw Gentles s.h.i.+ft round and give me a hasty glance, and then twist himself more round with his back to me.

”Howd up a minute,” she said, pa.s.sing one strong arm under me and lifting me as if I had been a baby; and almost before I had realised it she slipped off my jacket and placed a cus.h.i.+on beneath my head.

”There, now, lie still,” she said, dabbing my wet hair with a towel.

”Go to sleep if you can.”

By this time she was at the other end of the common print-covered couch on which I lay and unlacing my boots, which she drew off.

”There, now thou'lt be easy, my lad. What would thy poor moother say if she saw thee this how?”

I wanted to thank her, but I was too dreamy and exhausted to speak; but I had a strange feeling of dread, and that was, that if I were left alone with Gentles he would, out of revenge, lay hold of me and throw me into the dam, and to strengthen my fancy I saw him keep turning his head in a furtive way to glance at me.

”Here,” exclaimed the woman sharply, ”take these here boots out to the back, mester, and clean 'em while I brush his coat.”

”Eh?” said Gentles.

”Tak them boots out and brush 'em. Are yo' deaf?”

”Nay, I'm not going to clean his boots,” growled Gentles.

”Not going to clean the bairn's boots!” said the woman sharply; ”but I think thou art.”

She left me, went to the door, took Gentles' pipe from his mouth, and then thrust the boots under his arm, laying a great hand upon his shoulder directly after, and seeming to lead him to a door behind me, through which she pushed him, with an order to make haste.

”Yes,” she said, tightening her lips, and smiling, as she nodded to me, ”I'm mester here, and they hev to mind. Was it thou as set the big trap ketched my mester by the leg?”