Part 28 (2/2)
”The man that does not love Skinner, sirs, Haj! Haj! Haj!
Devil take him for a sinner, sirs, Haj! Haj! Haj!”
”That alters the case entirely,” said the justice at length. ”I say, Bandi, tell the Pandurs to saddle their horses immediately.”
”Yes; that alters the case entirely,” groaned Kenihazy. ”The Pandurs may go! D--n them, why shouldn't they?”
”But why did not you say all this at once?” said the justice, who appeared much more sober than Mr. Catspaw had hoped he would be.
”Why, you would not have me tell it in the presence of your clerk? Now send your Pandurs to St. Vilmosh, and send the inspector word to raise a _posse_, to arm them with pitchforks, and to wait for us at the Tsharda, close to the forest. As for Kenihazy, he'd better stay where he is.
He'd be too much in our way.”
”You are right. But suppose Tzifra were to cheat us? Suppose he had come to get us into a trap? Viola says he will be revenged on me, and Tzifra is one of his gang.”
”Never fear. There is no necessity for us to go further than we think safe; you know I am not fond of bullets. But we can rely upon Tzifra. He is in our hands.”
Kenihazy returned after a while, and told them that the Pandurs had gone off to St. Vilmosh. Mr. Catspaw took his bunda, and said,--”Let us go, then!”
”And you too? Are _you_ going?” said the clerk, astonished, when he beheld the justice furred and cloaked, and prepared for the journey.
”Yes; but you are to stay.”
”But what _can_ you do without me?”
”We are going to make an experiment,” said Mr. Skinner, laughing.
”Farewell! and take care of the house!”
They took their seats in the carriage. Tzifra, who had waited in the hall, jumped up behind, and they drove off.
”This is indeed strange!” said Kenihazy.
”What _can_ a judge do without his clerk?” He returned to the room, where he continued his potations and his song:--
”The man that doesn't love Skinner, sirs, Haj! Haj! Haj!
Devil take him for a sinner, sirs, Haj! Haj! Haj!”
At length his voice was lost in sleep, and nothing but the barking of the dogs broke through the deep stillness in and around Mr. Skinner's curia.
That worthy was meanwhile in the act of cursing the coachman's zeal, who, obedient to Mr. Catspaw's instructions, had urged his horses to a mad career; and though Mr. Skinner was very desirous to see Viola hanged, still it struck him that to break his own neck first was not exactly the way to accomplish that purpose. The jolting of the carriage, which brought his head in violent contact with the iron bands of the roof, went a great way to confirm him in his opinion.
”D--n the fellow!” cried he. ”Why don't you mind the ruts in the road?
Do you think you've got a cartload of sacks? Gently! confound you!
gently, I say! I'll knock you on the head next time!”
”Don't be frightened!” said Mr. Catspaw, who suffered as much as his companion. ”There is not a better coachman in the county. He's my lady's coachman.”
”Better coachman? I protest he's drunk--dead drunk, I say!”
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