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"You incredible idiot!" cried the sheriff. "Then it was you who
gave the alarm?"
"What hae I done to madden you?" honest Wearyworld asked in
perplexity.
"Get out of my sight, sir!" roared the sheriff.
But the captain laughed.
"I like your doughty policeman, Riach," he said. "Hie, obliging
friend, let us hear how this gypsy struck you. How was she
dressed?"
"She was snod, but no unca snod," replied Weary. world, stiffly.
"I don't understand you."
"I mean she was couthie, but no sair in order."
"What on earth is that?"
"Weel, a tasty stocky, but gey orra put on."
"What language are you speaking, you enigma?"
"I'm saying she was naturally a bonny bit kimmer rather than
happit up to the nines."
"Oh, go away," cried Halliwell; whereupon Weary-world descended
the stair haughtily, declaring that the sheriff was an
unreasonable man, and that he was a queer captain who did not
understand the English language.
"Can I gae hame now, sheriff?" asked Langlands, hopefully.
"Take this fellow back to his cell," Riach directed shortly, "and
whatever else you do, see that you capture this woman. Halliwell,
I am going out to look for her myself. Confound it, what are you
laughing at?"
"At the way this vixen has slipped through your fingers."
"Not quite that, sir, not quite that. She is in Thrums still, and
I swear I'll have her before day breaks. See to it, Halliwell,
that if she is brought here in my absence she does not slip
through your fingers."
"If she is brought here," said Halliwell, mocking him, "you must
return and protect me. It would be cruelty to leave a poor soldier
in the hands of a woman of Thrums."
"She is not a Thrums woman. You have been told so a dozen times."
"Then I am not afraid."
In the round-room (which is oblong) there is a throne on which the
bailie sits when he dispenses justice. It is swathed in red cloths
that give it the appearance of a pulpit. Left to himself,
Halliwell flung off his cloak and taking a chair near this dais
rested his legs on the bare wooden table, one on each side of the
lamp. He was still in this position when the door opened, and two
policemen thrust the Egyptian into the room.
CHAPTER VII.
HAS THE FOLLY OF LOOKING INTO A WOMAN'S EYES BY WAY OF TEXT.
"This is the woman, captain," one of the policemen said in
triumph; "and, begging your pardon, will you keep a grip of her
till the sheriff comes back?"
Halliwell did not turn his head.
"You can leave her here." he said carelessly, "Three of us are not
needed to guard a woman."
"But she's a slippery customer."
"You can go," said Halliwell; and the policemen withdrew slowly,
eyeing their prisoner doubtfully until the door closed. Then the
officer wheeled round languidly, expecting to find the Egyptian
gaunt and muscular.
"Now then," he drawled, "why--By Jove!"
The gallant soldier was as much taken aback as if he had turned to
find a pistol at his ear. He took his feet off the table. Yet he
only saw the gypsy's girlish figure in its red and green, for she
had covered her face with her hands. She was looking at him
intently between her fingers, but he did not know this. All he did
want to know just then was what was behind the hands.
Before he spoke again she had perhaps made up her mind about him,
for she began to sob bitterly. At the same time she slipped a
finger over her ring.
"Why don't you look at me?" asked Halliwell, selfishly.
"I daurna."
"Am I so fearsome?"
"You're a sojer, and you would shoot me like a craw."
Halliwell laughed, and taking her wrists in his hands, uncovered
her face.
"Oh, by Jove!" he said again, but this time to himself.
As for the Egyptian, she slid the ring into her pocket, and fell
back before the officer's magnificence.
"Oh," she cried, "is all sojers like you?"
There was such admiration in her eyes that it would have been
self-contempt to doubt her. Yet having smiled complacently,
Halliwell became uneasy.
"Who on earth are you?" he asked, finding it wise not to look her
in the face. "Why do you not answer me more quickly?"
"Dinna be angry at that, captain," the Egyptian implored. "I
promised my mither aye to count twenty afore I spoke, because she
thocht I was ower glib. Captain, how is't that you're so fleid to
look at me?"
Thus put on his mettle, Halliwell again faced her, with the result
that his question changed to "Where did you get those eyes?" Then
was he indignant with himself.
"What I want to know," he explained severely, "is how you were
able to acquaint the Thrums people with our movements? That you
must tell me at once, for the sheriff blames my soldiers. Come
now, no counting twenty!"
He was pacing the room now, and she had her face to herself. It
said several things, among them that the officer evidently did not
like this charge against his men.
"Does the shirra blame the sojers?" exclaimed this quick-witted
Egyptian. "Weel, that cows, for he has nane to blame but himsel'."
"What!" cried Halliwell, delighted. "It was the sheriff who told
tales? Answer me. You are counting a hundred this time."
Perhaps the gypsy had two reasons for withholding her answer. If
so, one of them was that as the sheriff had told nothing, she had
a story to make up. The other was that she wanted to strike a
bargain with the officer.
"If I tell you," she said eagerly, "will you set me free?"
"I may ask the sheriff to do so."
"But he mauna see me," the Egyptian said in distress. "There's
reasons, captain."
"Why, surely you have not been before him on other occasions,"
said Halliwell, surprised.
"No in the way you mean," muttered the gypsy, and for the moment
her eyes twinkled. But the light in them went out when she
remembered that the sheriff was near, and she looked desperately
at the window as if ready to fling herself from it. She had very
good reasons for not wishing to be seen by Riach, though fear that
he would put her in gaol was not one of them.
Halliwell thought it was the one cause of her woe, and great was
his desire to turn the tables on the sheriff.
"Tell me the truth," he said, "and I promise to befriend you."
"Weel, then," the gypsy said, hoping still to soften his heart,
and making up her story as she told it, "yestreen I met the
shirra, and he tolled me a' I hae telled the Thrums folk this
nicht."
"You can scarcely expect me to believe that. Where did you meet
him?"
"In Glen Quharity. He was riding on a horse."
"Well, I allow he was there yesterday, and on horseback. He was on
his way back to Tilliedrum from Lord Rintoul's place. But don't
tell me that he took a gypsy girl into his confidence."
"Ay, he did, without kenning. He was gieing his horse a drink when
I met him, and he let me tell him his fortune. He said he would
gaol me for an impostor if I didna tell him true, so I gaed about
it cautiously, and after a minute or twa I telled him he was
coming to Thrums the nicht to nab the rioters."
"You are trifling with me," interposed the indignant soldier. "You
promised to tell me not what you said to the sheriff, but how he
disclosed our movements to you."
"And that's just what I am telling you, only you hinna the
rumelgumption to see it. How do you think fortunes is telled?
First we get out o' the man, without his seeing what we're after,
a' about himsel", and syne we repeat it to him. That's what I did
wi' the shirra."
"You drew the whole thing out of him without his knowing?"
"'Deed I did, and he rode awa' saying I was a witch."
The soldier heard with the delight of a schoolboy.
"Now if the sheriff does not liberate you at my request," he said,
"I will never let him hear the end of this story. He was right;
you are a witch. You deceived the sheriff; yes, undoubtedly you
are a witch."
He looked at her with fun in his face, but the fun disappeared,
and a wondering admiration took its place.
"By Jove!" he said, "I don't wonder you bewitched the sheriff. I
must take care or you will bewitch the captain, too."
At this notion he smiled, but he also ceased looking at her.
Suddenly the Egyptian again began to cry.
"You're angry wi' me," she sobbed. "I wish I had never set een on
you."
"Why do you wish that?" Halliwell asked.
"Fine you ken," she answered, and again covered her face with her
hands.
He looked at her undecidedly.
"I am not angry with you," he said, gently. "You are an
extraordinary girl."
Had he really made a conquest of this beautiful creature? Her
words said so, but had he? The captain could not make up his mind.
He gnawed his moustache in doubt.
There was silence, save for the Egyptian's sobs. Halliwell's heart
was touched, and he drew nearer her,
"My poor girl--"
He stopped. Was she crying? Was she not laughing at him rather? He
became red.
The gypsy peeped at him between her fingers, and saw that he was
of two minds. She let her hands fall from her face, and
undoubtedly there were tears on her cheeks.
"If you're no angry wi' me," she said, sadly, "how will you no
look at me?"
"I am looking at you now."
He was very close to her, and staring into her wonderful eyes. I
am older than the Captain, and those eyes have dazzled me.
"Captain dear."
She put her hand in his. His chest rose. He knew she was seeking
to beguile him, but he could not take his eyes off hers. He was in
a worse plight than a woman listening to the first whisper of
love.
Now she was further from him, but the spell held. She reached the
door, without taking her eyes from his face. For several seconds
he had been as a man mesmerised.
Just in time he came to. It was when she turned from him to find
the handle of the door. She was turning it when his hand fell on
hers so suddenly that she screamed. He twisted her round.
"Sit down there," he said hoarsely, pointing to the chair upon
which he had flung his cloak. She dared not disobey. Then he leant
against the door, his back to her, for just then he wanted no one
to see his face. The gypsy sat very still and a little frightened.
Halliwell opened the door presently, and called to the soldier on
duty below.
"Davidson, see if you can find the sheriff. I want him. And
Davidson--"
The captain paused.
"Yes," he muttered, and the old soldier marvelled at his words,
"it is better. Davidson, lock this door on the outside."
Davidson did as he was ordered, and again the Egyptian was left
alone with Halliwell.
"Afraid of a woman!" she said, contemptuously, though her heart
sank when she heard the key turn in the lock.
"I admit it," he answered, calmly.
He walked up and down the room, and she sat silently Watching him.
"That story of yours about the sheriff was not true," he said at
last.
"I suspect it wasna," answered the Egyptian coolly, "Hae you been
thinking about it a' this time? Captains I could tell you what
you're thinking now. You're wishing it had been true, so that the
ane o' you couldna lauch at the other."
"Silence!" said the captain, and not another word would he speak
until he heard the sheriff coming up the stair. The Egyptian
trembled at his step, and rose in desperation.
"Why is the door locked?" cried the sheriff, shaking it.
"All right," answered Halliwell; "the key is on your side."
At that moment the Egyptian knocked the lamp off the table, and
the room was at once in darkness. The officer sprang at her, and,
catching her by the skirt, held on.
"Why are you in darkness?" asked the sheriff, as he entered.
"Shut the door," cried Halliwell. "Put your back to it."
"Don't tell me the woman has escaped?"
"I have her, I have her! She capsized the lamp, the little jade.
Shut the door."
Still keeping firm hold of her, as he thought, the captain relit
the lamp with his other hand. It showed an extraordinary scene.
The door was shut, and the sheriff was guarding it. Halliwell was
clutching the cloth of the bailie's seat. There was no Egyptian.
A moment passed before either man found his tongue.
"Open the door. After her!" cried Halliwell.
But the door would not open. The Egyptian had fled and locked it
behind her.
What the two men said to each other, it would not be fitting to
tell. When Davidson, who had been gossiping at the corner of the
town-house, released his captain and the sheriff, the gypsy had
been gone for some minutes.
"But she shan't escape us," Riach cried, and hastened out to
assist in the pursuit.
Halliwell was in such a furious temper that he called up Davidson
and admonished him for neglect of duty.
CHAPTER VIII.
3 A.M.--MONSTROUS AUDACITY OF THE WOMAN.
Not till the stroke of three did Gavin turn homeward, with the
legs of a ploughman, and eyes rebelling against over-work. Seeking
to comfort his dejected people, whose courage lay spilt on the
brae, he had been in as many houses as the policemen. The soldiers
marching through the wynds came frequently upon him, and found it
hard to believe that he was always the same one. They told
afterwards that Thrums was remarkable for the ferocity of its
women, and the number of its little ministers. The morning was
nipping cold, and the streets were deserted, for the people had
been ordered within doors. As he crossed the Roods, Gavin saw a
gleam of red-coats. In the back wynd he heard a bugle blown. A
stir in the Banker's close spoke of another seizure. At the top of
the school wynd two policeman, of whom one was Wearyworld, stopped
the minister with the flash of a lantern.
"We dauredna let you pass, sir," the Tilliedrum man said, "without
a good look at you. That's the orders."
"I hereby swear," said Wearyworld, authoritatively, "that this is
no the Egyptian. Signed, Peter Spens, policeman, called by the
vulgar, Wearyworld. Mr. Dishart, you can pass, unless you'll bide
a wee and gie us your crack."
"You have not found the gypsy, then?" Gavin asked.
"No," the other policeman said, "but we ken she's within cry o'
this very spot, and escape she canna."
"What mortal man can do," Wearyworld said, "we're doing: ay, and
mair, but she's auld wecht, and may find bilbie in queer places.
Mr. Dishart, my official opinion is that this Egyptian is
fearsomely like my snuff-spoon. I've kent me drap that spoon on
the fender, and be beat to find it in an hour. And yet, a' the
time I was sure it was there. This is a gey mysterious world, and
women's the uncanniest things in't. It's hardly mous to think how
uncanny they are."
"This one deserves to be punished," Gavin said, firmly; "she
incited the people to riot."
"She did," agreed Weary world, who was supping ravenously on
sociability; "ay, she even tried her tricks on me, so that them
that kens no better thinks she fooled me. But she's cracky. To gie
her her due, she's cracky, and as for her being a cuttie, you've
said yoursel, Mr. Dishart, that we're all desperately wicked, But
we're sair tried. Has it ever struck you that the trouts bites
best on the Sabbath? God's critturs tempting decent men."
"Come alang," cried the Tilliedrum man, impatiently.
"I'm coming, but I maun give Mr. Dishart permission to pass first.
Hae you heard, Mr. Dishart," Wearyworld whispered, "that the
Egyptian diddled baith the captain and the shirra? It's my
official opinion that she's no better than a roasted onion, the
which, if you grip it firm, jumps out o' sicht, leaving its coat
in your fingers. Mr. Dishart, you can pass."
The policeman turned down the school wynd, and Gavin, who had
already heard exaggerated accounts of the strange woman's escape
from the town-house, proceeded along the Tenements. He walked in
the black shadows of the houses, though across the way there was
the morning light.
In talking of the gypsy, the little minister had, as it were, put
on the black cap; but now, even though he shook his head angrily
with every thought of her, the scene in Windyghoul glimmered
before his eyes. Sometimes when he meant to frown he only sighed,
and then having sighed he shook himself. He was unpleasantly
conscious of his right hand, which had flung the divit. Ah, she
was shameless, and it would be a bright day for Thrums that saw
the last of her. He hoped the policemen would succeed in--. It was
the gladsomeness of innocence that he had seen dancing in the
moonlight. A mere woman could not be like that. How soft--. And
she had derided him; he, the Auld Licht minister of Thrums, had
been flouted before his people by a hussy. She was without
reverence, she knew no difference between an Auld Licht minister,
whose duty it was to speak and hers to listen, and herself. This
woman deserved to be--. And the look she cast behind her as she
danced and sang! It was sweet, so wistful; the presence of purity
had silenced him. Purity! Who had made him fling that divit? He
would think no more of her. Let it suffice that he knew what she
was. He would put her from his thoughts. Was it a ring on her
finger?
Fifty yards in front of him Gavin saw the road end in a wall of
soldiers. They were between him and the manse, and he was still in
darkness. No sound reached him, save the echo of his own feet. But
was it an echo? He stopped, and turned round sharply. Now he heard
nothing, he saw nothing. Yet was not that a human figure standing
motionless in the shadow behind?
He walked on, and again heard the sound. Again he looked behind,
but this time without stopping. The figure was following him. He
stopped. So did it. He turned back, but it did not move. It was
the Egyptian!
Gavin knew her, despite the lane of darkness, despite the long
cloak that now concealed even her feet, despite the hood over her
head. She was looking quite respectable, but he knew her.
He neither advanced to her nor retreated. Could the unhappy girl
not see that she was walking into the arms of the soldiers? But
doubtless she had been driven from all her hiding-places. For a
moment Gavin had it in his heart to warn her. But it was only for
a moment. The nest a sudden horror shot through him. She was
stealing toward him, so softly that he had not seen her start. The
woman had designs on him! Gavin turned from her. He walked so
quickly that judges would have said he ran.
The soldiers, I have said, stood in the dim light. Gavin had
almost reached them, when a little hand touched his arm.
"Stop," cried the sergeant, hearing some one approaching, and then
Gavin stepped out of the darkness with the gypsy on his arm.
"It is you, Mr. Dishart," said the sergeant, "and your lady?"
"I--." said Gavin.
His lady pinched his arm.
"Yes," she answered, in an elegant English voice that made Gavin
stare at her, "but, indeed, I am sorry I ventured into the streets
to-night. I thought I might be able to comfort some of these
unhappy people, captain, but I could do little, sadly little."
"It is no scene for a lady, ma'am, but your husband has--. Did you
speak, Mr. Dishart?"
"Yes, I must inf--"
"My dear," said the Egyptian, "I quite agree witfe you, so we need
not detain the captain."
"I'm only a sergeant, ma'am."
"Indeed!" said the Egyptian, raising her pretty eyebrows, "and how
long are you to remain in Thrums, sergeant?"
"Only for a few hours, Mrs. Dishart. If this gypsy lassie had not
given us so much trouble, we might have been gone by now."
"Ah, yes, I hope you will catch her, sergeant."
"Sergeant," said Gavin, firmly, "I must--"
"You must, indeed, dear," said the Egyptian, "for you are sadly
tired. Good-night, sergeant."
"Your servant, Mrs. Dishart. Your servant, sir."
"But--," cried Gavin.
"Come, love," said the Egyptian, and she walked the distracted
minister through the soldiers and up the manse road.
The soldiers left behind, Gavin flung her arm from him, and,
standing still, shook his fist in her face.
"You--you--woman!" he said.
This, I think, was the last time he called her a woman.
But she was clapping her hands merrily.
"It was beautiful!" she exclaimed.
"It was iniquitous!" he answered. "And I a minister!"
"You can't help that," said the Egyptian, who pitied all ministers
heartily.
"No," Gavin said, misunderstanding her, "I could not help it. No
blame attaches to me."
"I meant that you could not help being a minister, You could have
helped saving me, and I thank you so much."
"Do not dare to thank me. I forbid you to say that I saved you. I
did my best to hand you over to the authorities."
"Then why did you not hand me over?"
Gavin groaned.
"All you had to say," continued the merciless Egyptian, "was,
'This is the person you are in search of.' I did not have my hand
over your mouth. Why did you not say it?"
"Forbear!" said Gavin, woefully.
"It must have been," the gypsy said, "because you really wanted to
help me."
"Then it was against my better judgment," said Gavin.
"I am glad of that," said the gypsy. "Mr. Dishart, I do believe
you like me all the time."
"Can a man like a woman against his will?" Gavin blurted out.
"Of course he can," said the Egyptian, speaking as one who knew.
"That is the very nicest way to be liked."
Seeing how agitated Gavin was, remorse filled her, and she said in
a wheedling voice--
"It is all over, and no one will know."
Passion sat on the minister's brow, but he said nothing, for the
gypsy's face had changed with her voice, and the audacious woman
was become a child.
"I am very sorry," she said, as if he had caught her stealing jam.
The hood had fallen back, and she looked pleadingly at him. She
had the appearance of one who was entirely in his hands.
There was a torrent of words in Gavin, but only these trickled
forth--
"I don't understand you."
"You are not angry any more?" pleaded the Egyptian.
"Angry!" he cried, with the righteous rage of one who when his leg
is being sawn off is asked gently if it hurts him.
"I know you are,' she sighed, and the sigh meant that men are
strange.
"Have you no respect for law and order?" demanded Gavin.
"Not much," she answered, honestly.
He looked down the road to where the red-coats were still visible,
and his face became hard. She read his thoughts.
"No," she said, becoming a woman again, "it is not yet too late.
Why don't you shout to them?"
She was holding herself like a queen, but there was no stiffness
in her. They might have been a pair of lovers, and she the wronged
one. Again she looked timidly at him, and became beautiful in a
new way. Her eyes said that lie was very cruel, and she was only
keeping back her tears till he had gone. More dangerous than her
face was her manner, which gave Gavin the privilege of making her
unhappy; it permitted him to argue with her; it never implied that
though he raged at her he must stand afar off; it called him a
bully, but did not end the conversation.
Now (but perhaps I should not tell this) unless she is his wife a
man is shot with a thrill of exultation every time a pretty woman
allows him to upbraid her.
"I do not understand you," Gavin repeated weakly, and the gypsy
bent her head under this terrible charge.
"Only a few hours ago," he continued, "you were a gypsy girl in a
fantastic dress, barefooted--"
The Egyptian's bare foot at once peeped out mischievously from
beneath the cloak, then again retired into hiding.
"You spoke as broadly," complained the minister, somewhat taken
aback by this apparition, "as any woman in Thrums, and now you
fling a cloak over your shoulders, and immediately become a fine
lady. Who are you?"
"Perhaps," answered the Egyptian, "it is the cloak that has
bewitched me." She slipped out of it. "Ay, ay, ou losh?" she said,
as if surprised, "it was just the cloak that did it, for now I'm a
puir ignorant bit lassie again. My, certie, but claithes does make
a differ to a woman?"
This was sheer levity, and Gavin walked scornfully away from it.
"Yet, if you will not tell me who you are," he said, looking over
his shoulder, "tell me where you got the cloak."
"Na faags," replied the gypsy out of the cloak. "Really, Mr.
Dishart, you had better not ask," she added, replacing it over
her.
She followed him, meaning to gain the open by the fields to the
north of the manse.
"Good-bye," she said, holding out her hand, "if you are not to
give me up."
"I am not a policeman," replied Gavin, but he would not take her
hand.
"Surely, we part friends, then?" said the Egyptian, sweetly.
"No," Gavin answered. "I hope never to see your face again."
"I cannot help," the Egyptian said, with dignity, "your not liking
my face." Then, with less dignity, she added, "There is a splotch
of mud on your own, little minister; it came off the divit you
flung at the captain."
With this parting shot she tripped past him, and Gavin would not
let his eyes follow her. It was not the mud on his face that
distressed him, nor even the hand that had flung the divit. It was
the word "little." Though, even Margaret was not aware of it,
Gavin's shortness had grieved him all his life. There had been
times when he tried to keep the secret from himself. In his
boyhood he had sought a remedy by getting his larger comrades to
stretch him. In the company of tall men he was always self-
conscious. In the pulpit he looked darkly at his congregation when
he asked them who, by taking thought, could add a cubit to his
stature. When standing on a hearthrug his heels were frequently on
the fender. In his bedroom he has stood on a footstool and
surveyed himself in the mirror. Once he fastened high heels to his
boots, being ashamed to ask Hendry Munn to do it for him; but this
dishonesty shamed him, and he tore them off. So the Egyptian had
put a needle into his pride, and he walked to the manse gloomily.
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