Part 6 (2/2)
”I hae no weapon,” he said slily.
”Let me hae my fling this nicht,” Dow entreated, ”and I'll promise to bide sober for a twelvemonth.”
”Oh, Rob, Rob!” the minister said bitterly, ”are you the man I prayed with a few hours ago?”
The scythe fell from Rob's hands.
”Down wi' your pikes,” he roared to his companions, ”or I'll brain you wi' them.”
”Ay, lay them down,” the precentor whispered, ”but keep your feet on them.”
Then the minister, who was shaking with excitement, though he did not know it, stretched forth his arms for silence, and it came so suddenly as to frighten the people in the neighboring streets.
”If he prays we're done for,” cried young Charles Yuill, but even in that hour many of the people were unbonneted.
”Oh, Thou who art the Lord of hosts,” Gavin prayed, ”we are in Thy hands this night. These are Thy people, and they have sinned; but Thou art a merciful G.o.d, and they were sore tried, and knew not what they did. To Thee, our G.o.d, we turn for deliverance, for without Thee we are lost.”
The little minister's prayer was heard all round the square, and many weapons were dropped as an Amen to it.
”If you fight,” cried Gavin, brightening as he heard the clatter of the iron on the stones, ”your wives and children may be shot in the streets. These soldiers have come for a dozen of you; will you be benefited if they take away a hundred?”
”Oh, hearken to him,” cried many women.
”I winna,” answered a man, ”for I'm ane o' the dozen. Whaur's the Egyptian?”
”Here.”
Gavin saw the crowd open, and the woman of Windyghoul come out of it, and, while he should have denounced her, he only blinked, for once more her loveliness struck him full in the eyes. She was beside him on the stair before he became a minister again.
”How dare you, woman?” he cried; but she flung a rowan berry at him.
”If I were a man,” she exclaimed, addressing the people, ”I wouldna let myself be catched like a mouse in a trap.”
”We winna,” some answered.
”What kind o' women are you,” cried the Egyptian, her face gleaming as she turned to her own s.e.x, ”that bid your men folk gang to gaol when a bold front would lead them to safety? Do you want to be husbandless and hameless?”
”Disperse, I command you!” cried Gavin. ”This abandoned woman is inciting you to riot.”
”Dinna heed this little man,” the Egyptian retorted.
It is curious to know that even at that anxious moment Gavin winced because she called him little.
”She has the face of a mischief-maker,” he shouted, ”and her words are evil.”
”You men and women o' Thrums,” she responded, ”ken that I wish you weel by the service I hae done you this nicht. Wha telled you the sojers was coming?”
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