Part 20 (1/2)

Walter looked back, and saw two men approaching them at a hand-gallop.

”We are a match at least for them, Sir,” said he, to his new acquaintance.

”I am devilish glad I met you,” was Sir Peter's rather selfish reply.

”'Tis he! 'tis the devil!” grunted the Corporal, as the two men now gained their side and pulled up; and Walter recognised the faces he had marked in the ale-house.

”Your servant, gentlemen,” quoth the uglier of the two; ”you ride fast--”

”And ready;--bother--baugh!” chimed in the Corporal, plucking a gigantic pistol from his holster, without any farther ceremony.

”Glad to hear it, Sir!” said the hard-featured Stranger, nothing dashed.

”But I can tell you a secret!”

”What's that--augh?” said the Corporal, c.o.c.king his pistol.

”Whoever hurts you, friend, cheats the gallows!” replied the stranger, laughing, and spurring on his horse, to be out of reach of any practical answer with which the Corporal might favour him. But Bunting was a prudent man, and not apt to be choleric.

”Bother!” said he, and dropped his pistol, as the other stranger followed his ill-favoured comrade.

”You see we are too strong for them!” cried Sir Peter, gaily; ”evidently highwaymen! How very fortunate that I should have fallen in with you!”

A shower of rain now began to fall. Sir Peter looked serious--he halted abruptly--unbuckled his cloak, which had been strapped before his saddle--wrapped himself up in it--buried his face in the collar--m.u.f.fled his chin with a red handkerchief, which he took out of his pocket, and then turning to Walter, he said to him, ”What! no cloak, Sir? no wrapper even? Upon my soul I am very sorry I have not another handkerchief to lend you!”

”Man of the world--baugh!” grunted the Corporal, and his heart quite warmed to the stranger he had at first taken for a robber.

”And now, Sir,” said Sir Peter, patting his nag, and pulling up his cloak-collar still higher, ”let us go gently; there is no occasion for hurry. Why distress our horses?--”

”Really, Sir,” said Walter, smiling, ”though I have a great regard for my horse, I have some for myself; and I should rather like to be out of this rain as soon as possible.”

”Oh, ah! you have no cloak. I forgot that; to be sure--to be sure, let us trot on, gently--though--gently. Well, Sir, as I was saying, horses are not so swift as they were. The breed is bought up by the French! I remember once, Johnny Courtland and I, after dining at my house, till the champagne had played the dancing-master to our brains, mounted our horses, and rode twenty miles for a cool thousand the winner. I lost it, Sir, by a hair's breadth; but I lost it on purpose; it would have half ruined Johnny Courtland to have paid me, and he had that delicacy, Sir,--he had that delicacy, that he would not have suffered me to refuse taking his money,--so what could I do, but lose on purpose? You see I had no alternative!”

”Pray, Sir,” said Walter, charmed and astonished at so rare an instance of the generosity of human friends.h.i.+ps--”Pray, Sir, did I not hear you called Sir Peter, by the landlord of the little inn? can it be, since you speak so familiarly of Mr. Courtland, that I have the honour to address Sir Peter Hales?”

”Indeed that is my name,” replied the gentleman, with some surprise in his voice. ”But I have never had the honour of seeing you before.”

”Perhaps my name is not unfamiliar to you,” said Walter. ”And among my papers I have a letter addressed to you from my uncle Rowland Lester.

”G.o.d bless me!” cried Sir Peter, ”What Rowy!--well, indeed I am overjoyed to hear of him. So you are his nephew? Pray tell me all about him, a wild, gay, rollicking fellow still, eh?” Always fencing, sa--sa!

or playing at billiards, or hot in a steeple chace; there was not a jollier, better-humoured fellow in the world than Rowy Lester.

”You forget, Sir Peter,” said Walter, laughing at a description so unlike his sober and steady uncle, ”that some years have pa.s.sed since the time you speak of.”

”Ah, and so there have,” replied Sir Peter; ”and what does your uncle say of me?”

”That, when he knew you, you were generosity, frankness, hospitality itself.”

”Humph, humph!” said Sir Peter, looking extremely disconcerted, a confusion which Walter imputed solely to modesty. ”I was hairbrained foolish fellow then, quite a boy, quite a boy; but bless me, it rains sharply, and you have no cloak. But we are close on the town now. An excellent inn is the 'Duke of c.u.mberland's Head,' you will have charming accommodation there.”

”What, Sir Peter, you know this part of the country well!”