Part 23 (1/2)
I fell and scrambled to my feet.
”Lockhart,” I cried, ”here man, here. Run.”
He had the sense to see my meaning. Exhausted though he was, he broke from his astonished captors, and in a moment was beside me and the weapons.
As I looked on them I saw at a glance where our salvation lay.
”Take these two,” I said, pointing to the muskets. ”I will take the others.”
I cleared my throat and addressed the soldiers. ”Now, gentlemen,” said I, ”once more the fortune of war has delivered you into my hands. We, as you perceive, command the weapons. I beg your permission to tell you that I am by no means a poor shot with the musket, and likewise that I do not stick at trifles, as doubtless my gallant friend Master Hamman will tell you.”
The men were struck dumb with surprise to find themselves thus taken at a disadvantage. They whispered for a little among themselves.
Doubtless the terrors of my prowess had been so magnified by the victims in the last escapade to cover their shame that I was regarded as a veritable Hector.
”Are you the Laird of Barns?” said the leader at last, very politely.
I bowed.
”Then give us leave to tell you that we are nane sae fond o' the Captain, your cousin,” said he, thinking to soothe me.
”So much the worse for my cousin,” said I.
”Therefore we are disposed to let you gang free.”
”I am obliged,” said I, ”but my cousin is my cousin, and I tolerate no rebellion toward one so near of blood. I am therefore justified, gentlemen, in using your own arms against you, since I have always believed that traitors were shot.”
At this they looked very glum. At last one of them spoke up-for after all they were men.
”If ye'll tak the pick o' ony yin o' us and stand up to him wi' the sma'-sword, we'll agree to bide by the result.”
”I thank you,” I said, ”but I am not in the mood for sword exercise.
However, I shall be merciful, though that is a quality you have shown little of. You shall have your horses to ride home on, but your arms you shall leave with me as a pledge of your good conduct. Strip, gentlemen.”
And strip they did, belt and buckler, pistol and sword. Then I bade them go, not without sundry compliments as one by one they pa.s.sed by me.
There were but four of them, and we had all the arms, so the contest was scarcely equal. Indeed my heart smote me more than once that I had not accepted the fellow's offer to fight. The leader spoke up boldly to my face.
”You've gotten the better o' us the noo, but it'll no be long afore you're gettin' your kail through the reek, Master John Burnet.”
At which I laughed and said 'twas a truth I could not deny.
CHAPTER XII
I WITNESS A VALIANT ENDING
They had scarce been five minutes gone when the full folly of my action dawned upon me. To be sure I had saved the miller from death, but I had now put my own neck in the noose. I had given them a clue to my whereabouts: more, I had brought the hunt down on lower Tweeddale, which before had been left all but unmolested. It was war to the knife. I could look for no quarter, and my only chance lay in outstripping my pursuers. The dragoons dared not return immediately, for four unarmed soldiers would scarcely face two resolute men, fully armed and strongly posted. They could only ride to Abington, and bring the whole hornets'
nest down on my head.
Another reflection had been given to me by the sight of these men. In all likelihood Gilbert had now returned and resumed the chief command of the troop, for otherwise there would have been no meaning in the journey to Dawyck and lower Tweeddale which these fellows had taken. And now that my dear cousin had come back I might look for action. There was now no more any question of foolish and sluggish soldiery to elude, but a man of experience and, as I knew well, of unmatched subtlety.