Part 23 (1/2)
”Get through this, and wait on the other side: then as they come straggling through, shoot three, knock two on the head, and the rest will kill us.”
”Is that all you can think of?” said Gerard.
”That is all.”
”Then, Martin Wittenhaagen, I take the lead; for you have lost your head. Come, can you obey so young a man as I am?”
”Oh! yes, Martin,” cried Margaret, ”do not gainsay Gerard? He is wiser than his years.”
Martin yielded a sullen a.s.sent.
”Do then as you see me do,” said Gerard; and drawing his huge knife, he cut at every step a hazel shoot or two close by the ground, and turning round twisted them breast high behind him among the standing shoots.
Martin did the same, but with a dogged hopeless air. When they had thus painfully travelled through the greater part of the coppice, the bloodhound's deep bay came nearer, and nearer, less and less musical, louder, and sterner.
Margaret trembled.
Martin went down on his stomach and listened.
”I hear a horse's feet.”
”No,” said Gerard. ”I doubt it is a mule's. That cursed Ghysbrecht is still alive: none other would follow me up so bitterly.”
”Never strike your enemy but to slay him,” said Martin, gloomily.
”I'll hit harder this time, if Heaven gives me the chance,” said Gerard.
At last they worked through the coppice, and there was an open wood. The trees were large, but far apart, and no escape possible that way.
[Ill.u.s.tration: SUDDENLY A HUGE DOG BURST OUT OF THE COPPICE]
And now with the hound's bay mingled a score of voices, hooping and hallooing.
”The whole village is out after us,” said Martin.
”I care not,” said Gerard. ”Listen, Martin. I have made the track smooth to the dog, but rough to the men, that we may deal with them apart. Thus the hound will gain on the men, and as soon as he comes out of the coppice we must kill him.”
”The hound? There are more than one.”
”I hear but one.”
”Ay! but one speaks, the others run mute; but let the leading hound lose the scent, then another shall give tongue. There will be two dogs at least, or devils in dogs' hides.”
”Then we must kill two instead of one. The moment they are dead, into the coppice again, and go right back.”
”That is a good thought, Gerard!” said Martin, plucking up heart.
”Hus.h.!.+ the men are in the wood.”
Gerard now gave his orders in a whisper.