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"It's food you want!" she said bluntly. "Don't play the silly! Who's hurt you? Who's going to hurt you? Here, take a sip of this, and you'll feel better. Never heed him," with a contemptuous glance at Lunt. "He's most times a grumbler."

For the moment Henrietta was quite broken, and the pressure which the other exerted was salutary. She did what she was bidden, swallowing a mouthful of the Scotch cordial Bess forced on her, and eating and drinking mechanically. Meanwhile the three men had brought their heads together, and sat discussing the position with unconcealed grudging and mistrust.

At length:

"You've grown cursed kind of a sudden!" Lunt swore, scowling at the two women. The child, in the presence of the men, sat paralysed with terror. "What's this blamed fuss about?"

"What fuss?" Bess shot at him over her shoulder. And going to the child she bent over it with a bowl of bread and milk.



"Why don't you lay 'em up in lavender?" the man sneered. "See here, she was a peac.o.c.k yesterday and you'd grind her pretty face under your heel! To-day---- What does it mean? I want to know."

"I suppose you don't want 'em to die?" the girl returned, in the same tone of contempt.

"What do I care whether they die?"

"They'd be much use to us, dead!" she retorted.

Giles nodded a.s.sent.

"The girl's right there," he said in a low tone. "Best leave it to her. She's a cunning one and no mistake."

"Ay, cunning enough!" Lunt answered. "But whose game is she playing?

Hers or ours?"

"Didn't know you had one!" Bess flung at him. And then in an undertone, "Dolt!" she muttered.

"It's all one, man, it's all one!" Giles said. On the whole he was for peace. "Best have supper, and talk it over after."

"And let the first that comes in through the door find her?" Lunt cried.

"Who's to come?"

"Didn't they come here this morning? And last night? And if she'd been here, or the child--

"Ay, but they weren't!" Bess answered brusquely. "And that's the reason the coves won't come again. For the matter of that," turning fiercely on them, "who was it cleaned up after you, you dirty dogs, and put this place straight? Without which they'd have known as much the moment they put their noses in--as if the girl had been sitting on the settle there. Who was it thought of that, and did it? And hid you safe upstairs?"

"You did, Bess--you did!" the gipsy answered, speaking for the first time. "And a gay, clever wench you are!" He looked defiantly at Lunt.

"You're a game cove," he said, "but you're not fly!"

Lunt for answer fired half a dozen oaths at him. But Giles interposed.

"We're all in one boat," he said. "And food's plenty. Let's stop jawing and to it!"

Two of the men seemed to think the advice good. And they began to eat, still debating. The third, Saul, continued to listen to his companions, but his sly eyes never left Henrietta, who sat a little farther down the table on the opposite side. She was not for some time aware of his looks, or of their meaning. But Bess, who knew his nature--he was her cousin--and who saw only what she had feared to see, frowned as she marked the direction of his glances. In the act of sitting down she paused, leant over the table, and with a quick movement swept off the Hollands bottle.

But the gipsy, with a grin, touched Lunt's elbow. And the ruffian seeing what she was doing, fell into a fresh fury and bade her put the bottle back again.

"I shall not," she said. "You've ale, and plenty. Do you want to be drunk if the girl's folks come?"

"Curse you!" he retorted. "Didn't you say a minute ago that they wouldn't come?"

Giles sided with him--for the first time.

"Ay, that's blowing hot and cold!" he said. "Put the gin back, la.s.s, and no two words about it."

She stood darkly hesitating, as if she meant to refuse. But Lunt had risen, and it was clear that he would take no refusal that was not backed by force. She replaced the Dutch bottle sullenly; and Giles drew it towards him and with a free hand laced his ale.

"There's naught like dog's nose," he said, "to comfort a man! The la.s.s forgets that it's wintry weather and I've been out in it!"

"A dram's a dram, winter or summer!" Lunt growled. And he followed the example.

But Bess knew that she had lost the one ally on whom she had counted.

She could manage Giles sober. But drink was the man's weakness; and when he was drunk he was as brutal as his comrade; and more dangerous.

She had satisfied her grudge against Henrietta. And she was aware now, only too well aware, that she had let it carry her too far. She had nothing to gain by further violence; she had everything to lose by it.

For if the girl were ill-treated, there would be no mercy for any of the party, if taken; while escape, in the face of the extraordinary measures which Clyne was taking and of the hostility of the countryside, was doubtful at the best. As she thought of these things and ate her supper with a sombre face, she wished with all her heart that she had never seen the girl, and never, to satisfy a silly spite, decoyed her. Her one aim now was to get her out of the men's sight, and to shut her up where she might be safe till morning. It was a pity, it was a thousand pities, that Henrietta had not stayed in the smugglers' oven! And Bess wondered if she could even now persuade her to return to it. But a glance at Henrietta's haggard face, on which the last twenty-four hours had imprinted a stamp it would take many times twenty-four hours to efface, warned her that advice--short of the last extremity--would be useless. It remained to remove the girl to the only place where she might, with luck, lie safe and unmolested.

In this Henrietta might aid her--had she her wits about her. But Henrietta did not seem to be awake to the peril. The insolence of the gipsy's glances, which had yesterday brought the blood to her cheeks, pa.s.sed unnoted, so complete was her collapse. Doubtless strength would return, nay, was even now returning; and presently wit would return.

For her nerves were young, and would quickly recover their tone. But for the moment, she was almost comatose. Having eaten and drunk, she sat heavily, with her elbow on the table, her head resting on her hand. The sleeve had fallen back from her wrist, and the gipsy lad's eyes rested long and freely on the white roundness of her arm. Her fair complexion seduced him as no dark beauty had power to seduce. He eyed her as the tiger eyes the fawn before it springs from covert.

Bess, who read his looks as if they had been an open book, and who saw that Giles, her one dependence, was growing more sullen and dangerous with every draught, could have struck Henrietta for her fatuous stolidity.

One thing was clear. The longer she put off the move, the more dangerous the men were like to be. Bess never lacked resolution, and she was quick to take her part. As soon as she had eaten and drunk her fill, she rose and tapped Henrietta on the shoulder.

"We're best away," she said coolly. "Will you carry the brat upstairs, or shall I?"

For a moment she thought that she had carried her point. For no one spoke or objected. But when Henrietta rose and turned to the settle to take up the boy, the gipsy muttered something in Lunt's ear. The ruffian glared across at the girls, and struck the haft of his knife with violence on the board.

"Upstairs?" he roared. "No, my girl, you don't! We keep together! We keep together! S'help me, if I don't think you mean to peach!"

"Don't be a fool," she answered. And she furtively touched Henrietta's arm, as a sign to her to be ready. Then to the gipsy lad, in a tone full of meaning, "The gentry mort," she said, in thieves' patter, "is not worth the nubbing-cheat. I'm fly, and I'll not have it. Stow it, my lad, and don't be a flat!"

"And let you peach on us?" he answered, smiling.

Lunt struck the table.

"Stop your lingo!" he said. "Here, you!" to Giles. "Are you going to let these two sell us? The la.s.s is on to peaching, that's my belief!"

"We'll--soon stop that," Giles replied, with a hiccough. "Here, I'll--I'll take one, and you--you t'other! And we'll fine well stop their peaching, pretty dears!" He staggered to his feet as he spoke, his face inflamed with drink. "Peach, will they?" he muttered, swaying a little, and scowling at them over the dull, unsnuffed candles.

"We'll stop that, and--and ha' some fun, too."

"S'help us if we don't!" cried Lunt, also rising to his feet. "Let's live to-day, if we die to-morrow! You take one and I'll take the other!"

The gipsy lad grinned.

"Who's the flat now?" he chuckled. He alone remained seated, with his arms on the table. "You've raised your pipe too soon, my la.s.s!"

"Stow this folly!" Bess answered, keeping a bold face. "We're going upstairs," she continued. "Do you"--to Henrietta--"bring the child."

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