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If it flickered again in the weeks that followed, it little more disturbed her than sudden shadow across the garden disturbs the b.u.t.terfly pa.s.sing among the flowers; a flicker of misgiving, a vague disturbance--gone. The year's end took her away with her mother to town. Succeeding Autumn that brought them back started Percival to the Argentine.
"I just miss everybody by going by this boat," he told Aunt Maggie, sitting with her far into the night before his departure. "There's Ima coming to you to look after you till I get back and not coming till next week, so I just miss her; and old j.a.phra bringing her, so I miss seeing him too; and then"--he paused for the briefest moment--"there's Dora and her mother staying another fortnight abroad so I miss them; and old Rollo and Lady Burdon due next month--I miss them all. It's the rottenest luck."
"They'll all be here for you when you get back," Aunt Maggie said.
He paused again before he spoke. "Yes. That's where my luck's going to be dead in. I could tell you something, Aunt Maggie," and he laughed. "But I won't--yet. My luck--look here, tell old j.a.phra this from me; tell him I'm coming back for--he'll understand--the Big Fight, and going to win it!"
CHAPTER XI
NEWS OF HUNT. NEWS OF ROLLO. NEWS OF DORA
I
The great Argentine trip--an affair of so much consequence in its bearing on the development of pony-breeding as to attract the attention of the "Field" in a series of articles that spoke in highest terms of "Messrs. Hannafords' well-known establishment" and of "the far-reaching effects of their new enterprise"--occupied six months. Six weeks--or days--they seemed to Percival as they fled on the novelty and the busy interests that attended him while in South America. Six years he found them on the long voyage home in the steamer that brought him and the purchases from native stock of whose blood "the far-reaching effects"
were to be produced; and twice and three times six years he declared to himself he seemed to have been away as, in the closing hours of an April afternoon, the train brought him in sight--at last! at last!--of homeland scenes, of Plowman's Ridge along the eastward sky.
Quite a little party was a.s.sembled on Great Letham platform to greet him. The Rough 'Uns had driven over in two separate carts--one that should carry him to Aunt Maggie and the other that should bear his luggage--and they were there, their faces to be seen afar like crimson lamps of their excitement, and Mr. Hannaford's leg-and-cane cracks rising high above the din of escaping steam in which the train drew up, and Stingo almost completely voiceless with huskiness for more than an hour back. And Stingo had brought j.a.phra, arrived at the little horse farm to take up Ima after her winter with Aunt Maggie; and Mr.
Hannaford had brought Ima, and they were there--j.a.phra with his tight mouth twitching, and deep in his puckered face his bright little eyes gleaming; and Ima, standing a shade apart, a tinge of colour crept beneath her skin, and on her lips and in her eyes her gentle smile. To complete the greeting there came shrill, ridiculous chuckles from a stout, soft gentleman, and from his sister little hops and little flutters and "_There_ he is! He'll _hit_ his head leaning out like that! He's _browner_ than ever! Oh, _Percival_!"
And "Percival!" from them all in all their different keys, and he among them before the train was stopped, and turning from glad face to glad face, and caught up in the midst of it with a sudden wave of the old thought, like a knock at the heart, like a catch at the throat--"How jolly, jolly good they all are to me!"
Like a knock at the heart, like a catch at the throat, it took him, and checked him a moment in his responses to the congratulations and was mirrored in the flicker that went across his face. His eyes caught j.a.phra's and it was the look of understanding he read there, he thought, that brought j.a.phra to him for another word before he drove away. In the station yard the traps were waiting. "You, longside o'
me--_partner_!" bellowed Mr. Hannaford and must shake Percival's hand again for the meaning of that word. "Up behind, Ima, my dear. We'll take _partner_ home while Stingo leaves that box at the farm and then comes on with the rest of the luggage."
Plump Mr. Purdie and birdlike little Miss Purdie had started to walk; Stingo was throating "Come along, j.a.phra, come along, j.a.phra," in a husky whisper that no one could hear but himself; Mr. Hannaford was beginning the tremendous operation of hoisting himself up on one side of the cart while Percival, a foot on the step, was about to swing himself up on the other, when j.a.phra turned and came back to him.
"Thy hand a last time, master!"
"Hullo, what's this for?" Percival laughed; but saw j.a.phra's face grave, and went on: "You caught my eye on the platform just now, j.a.phra. I saw you knew how I felt. That's it, eh?"
"Something of that," j.a.phra answered him. "Ay, a thought of that came to me then." The note of his voice was as earnest as his eyes, and he added, "Master, there was another matter to it that I saw."
"Well, you were always the thought-reader," said Percival, and smiled at him quizzically. "What was it, j.a.phra?"
"That thou art out for something else than we know."
"You could see that? Well, you shall know to-morrow."
The earnest look in j.a.phra's eyes went deeper. "Comes it so soon?"
"A few hours, j.a.phra."
There came an impatient hail from Mr. Hannaford, settled at last in the trap above them.
"Well, press my hand to it," j.a.phra said; and as he held Percival's hand, "press--let me feel thy grip, master. Something bids me to it.
Ay, thou art strong. Be strong in thine hour."
As the trap swung out of the station yard Percival saw him still standing there as though he still would speed that message. He turned about in his seat to elude Ima in his chatter with Mr. Hannaford, and they were not two miles upon the road before he was launched upon what gave him need for strength.
II
Strangers were rare in Great Letham. Every figure pa.s.sed as they rattled through the town was familiar to Percival. The turn into the high road took them by one--a tall, straight man with something of a stiff air about him, as though his clothes were uncomfortable--that looked at them with a swift glance as they overtook him.
"Hullo," said Percival. "That's a new face. Who's that?"
"Why, that's a bit of news for you, _partner_," said Mr. Hannaford.
"Bless my eighteen stun proper if it ain't. There's two or three o'
them chaps about--'tecs."
"'Tecs?--detectives? Why, what's up, Mr. Hannaford?"
"There's been an escape from Dartmoor prison. Three of 'em in a fog.
And one--you'd never guess!"
"Not old Hunt?"
"Hunt sure enough, _partner_."
"Hunt--good lord, poor old Egbert Hunt! And those chaps? After him?
Do they think he's here?"
"They didn't know what to think," said Mr. Hannaford, and with a laugh at them for their puzzlement went into explanation. A fortnight ago the escape was made, it appeared. Two caught--one shot--but Hunt still missing. Traces of him in four burglaries, and each one nearer this way, and now the 'tecs here on the belief that he was making for the country-side he knew.
Percival met Ima's eyes and saw in them sympathy with the feelings given him by this news. "I knew you would be sorry," she said.
"Sorry!--why, Ima, it's awful, it's dreadful to me to think of poor old Egbert like that. One of them shot--and he hiding, terrified, no shelter, no food. When they catch him--I know what he is. He'll be mad--do anything. They'll shoot him down, perhaps."
She touched his hand and he was moved to catch hers that touched him and saw the blood tide up into her face. He had seen much of her in the winter following his illness when she had lived with Aunt Maggie.
They were brother and sister, he had told her in those days, and when he had spoken of that night on Bracken Down before the fight: "Oh, it is forgotten," she had told him. "Forgotten, and forgotten all the foolish words I spoke. Nothing in them, Percival. Yes, you are my brother. I am your sister. That is it."
And now was sister. He did not notice that she caught her breath when the blood came into her face as he took her hand, nor that she disengaged his clasp before she spoke. Only that in her gentle voice, "You must not let it upset you, Percival," she told him. "You are coming back so happy. You must not let this spoil it."
"But it does," he said. "It does. I can't enjoy myself--I can't be happy while he's near here perhaps--those brutes after him. We'll have to look out for him, Ima. You and I. He'll not be afraid of us.
We'll go all round the place together. He'll come to us if he sees us."
"Yes--yes," she said, and seemed glad.
"What does old Rollo say?"
"Ah, Lord Burdon--Lord Burdon is longing to see you. Of Hunt I don't know what he says. But of you--Percival, he's longing for you. He's not been very well. He's kept to the house. He sent word how he had looked forward to meeting you at the station but could not, and begged you would go up to him as soon as ever you arrived. You must."
"Why, of course I will," Percival said, and with recollection of Rollo--and of Rollo longing for him--was temporarily removed from the gloom that had beset him and returned to the antic.i.p.ation of all that awaited him.
"I will, of course. He's not ill?"