Part 33 (1/2)

”Have you suffered annoyances from him before?”

”Yes.”

”Does mother know of it?”

”She does.”

”And makes no effort to protect you?”

[Ill.u.s.tration: HE FLUNG HIM DOWN THE FRONT STEPS, WHERE HE FELL IN A HEAP ON THE GROUND.]

”She does all she can; but--but Mr. Price sanctions the marriage.”

”I think I understand why you were left,” said Robert, bitterly; ”but I will protect you, never fear. That disgusting pigmy of humanity, that silly idiot and false swearer shall not harm you. I will take you to uncle's.”

”Alas, he is dead. He was appointed governor to Carolinia and died.”

”But our father's sister will give you a home, if the persecution becomes too hard for you to endure.”

With such a.s.surances, he consoled her as only a stout, brave brother can, and to win her mind from the subject that tormented her most, he told her of Ester Goffe and their betrothal, with a few of his wild adventures in New England, where, at this time, King Philip's war was raging with relentless fury.

Then his sister retired, and he sought repose. Next morning his mother was at breakfast; but Hugh Price was absent. He asked no questions about him. Nothing was said of the summary manner in which he had disposed of Mr. Peram, and it was a week before he saw his sister's unwelcome suitor.

The little fellow was standing on a platform making a speech to some sailors and idlers. The harangue was silly, as all his speeches were.

”If the king wants brave soldiers to cope with these rebels, let him send me to command them. Fain would I lead an army against the vagabonds.”

At this, some wag in the crowd made a remark about the diminutive size of the speaker, and the ludicrous figure he would cut as a general, at which he became enraged and cried:

”Begone, knave! Do you think I talk to fools? Nay, I speak sense.”

”Which is very extraordinary,” put in the wag. This so exasperated the orator, that he fumed and raged about the platform and, not taking heed which way he went, tumbled backward off the stage, which brought his harangue to an inglorious close.

Shouts of laughter went up from the a.s.sembled group at his mishap, and the orator retired in disgust.

Robert Stevens was more amused than any other person at the manner in which Giles Peram had terminated his speech. He went home and told his sister, who laughed as much as he did.

That night, near midnight, Robert was awakened from a sound sleep by some one tapping on his window lattice. He rose, at first hardly able to believe his senses; but the moon was s.h.i.+ning quite brightly, and he distinctly saw the outline of a man standing outside his window, and there came a tapping unquestionably intended to wake him.

”Who are you?” he asked, going to the window.

”I am Drummond,” was the answer, and he now recognized his father's friend standing on the rounds of a ladder which he had placed against the house at the side of his window. On the ground below were two more men, whom he recognized as Mr. Cheeseman and the thoughtful Mr. Lawrence.

”What will you, Mr. Drummond?”

”Come forth; we have something to say to you. Dress for a journey and bring what weapons you have, as you may need them.”

Robert hurriedly dressed and buckled on a breastplate and sword with a brace of pistols. He had a very fine rifle, which he brought away with him, as well as a supply of flints, a horn full of powder to the very throat, and plenty of bullets. With these, he crept from the house and joined the three men under the tree. Mr. Drummond said:

”The Indians have again risen in their fury, and attacked the frontier, killing many, and have carried some of your kinspeople away captives.”