Somehow or other, by hook and crook1, and between the three of us, we got Bernard Huddlestone bundled upstairs and laid upon the bed in MY UNCLE’S ROOM. During the whole process, which was rough enough, he gave no sign of consciousness, and he remained, as we had thrown him, without changing the position of a finger. His daughter opened his shirt and began to wet his head and bosom2; while Northmour and I ran to the window. The weather continued clear; the moon, which was now about full, had risen and shed a very clear light upon the links; yet, strain our eyes as we might, we could distinguish nothing moving. A few dark spots, more or less, on the uneven3 expanse were not to be identified; they might be crouching4 men, they might be shadows; it was impossible to be sure.
“Thank God,” said Northmour, “Aggie5 is not coming to-night.”
Aggie was the name of the old nurse; he had not thought of her till now; but that he should think of her at all, was a trait that surprised me in the man.
We were again reduced to waiting. Northmour went to the fireplace and spread his hands before the red embers, as if he were cold. I followed him mechanically with my eyes, and in so doing turned my back upon the window. At that moment a very faint report was audible from without, and a ball shivered a pane6 of glass, and buried itself in the shutter7 two inches from my head. I heard Clara scream; and though I whipped instantly out of range and into a corner, she was there, so to speak, before me, beseeching8 to know if I were hurt. I felt that I could stand to be shot at every day and all day long, with such marks of solicitude9 for a reward; and I continued to reassure10 her, with the tenderest caresses11 and in complete forgetfulness of our situation, till the voice of Northmour recalled me to myself.
“An air-gun,” he said. “They wish to make no noise.”
I put Clara aside, and looked at him. He was standing12 with his back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him; and I knew by the black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I had seen just such a look before he attacked me, that March night, in the adjoining chamber13; and, though I could make every allowance for his anger, I confess I trembled for the consequences. He gazed straight before him; but he could see us with the tail of his eye, and his temper kept rising like a gale14 of wind. With regular battle awaiting us outside, this prospect15 of an internecine16 strife17 within the walls began to daunt18 me.
Suddenly, as I was thus closely watching his expression and prepared against the worst, I saw a change, a flash, a look of relief, upon his face. He took up the lamp which stood beside him on the table, and turned to us with an air of some excitement.
“There is one point that we must know,” said he. “Are they going to butcher the lot of us, or only Huddlestone? Did they take you for him, or fire at you for your own BEAUX YEUX?”
“They took me for him, for certain,” I replied. “I am near as tall, and my head is fair.”
“I am going to make sure,” returned Northmour; and he stepped up to the window, holding the lamp above his head, and stood there, quietly affronting19 death, for half a minute.
Clara sought to rush forward and pull him from the place of danger; but I had the pardonable selfishness to hold her back by force.
“Yes,” said Northmour, turning coolly from the window; “it’s only Huddlestone they want.”
“Oh, Mr. Northmour!” cried Clara; but found no more to add; the temerity20 she had just witnessed seeming beyond the reach of words.
He, on his part, looked at me, cocking his head, with a fire of triumph in his eyes; and I understood at once that he had thus hazarded his life, merely to attract Clara’s notice, and depose21 me from my position as the hero of the hour. He snapped his fingers.
“The fire is only beginning,” said he. “When they warm up to their work, they won’t be so particular.”
A voice was now heard hailing us from the entrance. From the window we could see the figure of a man in the moonlight; he stood motionless, his face uplifted to ours, and a rag of something white on his extended arm; and as we looked right down upon him, though he was a good many yards distant on the links, we could see the moonlight glitter on his eyes.
He opened his lips again, and spoke22 for some minutes on end, in a key so loud that he might have been heard in every corner of the pavilion, and as far away as the borders of the wood. It was the same voice that had already shouted “TRADITORE!” through the shutters23 of the dining-room; this time it made a complete and clear statement. If the traitor24 “Oddlestone” were given up, all others should be spared; if not, no one should escape to tell the tale.
“Well, Huddlestone, what do you say to that?” asked Northmour, turning to the bed.
Up to that moment the banker had given no sign of life, and I, at least, had supposed him to be still lying in a faint; but he replied at once, and in such tones as I have never heard elsewhere, save from a delirious25 patient, adjured26 and besought27 us not to desert him. It was the most hideous28 and abject29 performance that my imagination can conceive.
“Enough,” cried Northmour; and then he threw open the window, leaned out into the night, and in a tone of exultation30, and with a total forgetfulness of what was due to the presence of a lady, poured out upon the ambassador a string of the most abominable31 raillery both in English and Italian, and bade him be gone where he had come from. I believe that nothing so delighted Northmour at that moment as the thought that we must all infallibly perish before the night was out.
Meantime the Italian put his flag of truce32 into his pocket, and disappeared, at a leisurely33 pace, among the sand-hills.
“They make honourable34 war,” said Northmour. “They are all gentlemen and soldiers. For the credit of the thing, I wish we could change sides — you and I, Frank, and you too, Missy, my darling — and leave that being on the bed to some one else. Tut! Don’t look shocked! We are all going post to what they call eternity35, and may as well be above-board while there’s time. As far as I’m concerned, if I could first strangle Huddlestone and then get Clara in my arms, I could die with some pride and satisfaction. And as it is, by God, I’ll have a kiss!”
Before I could do anything to interfere36, he had rudely embraced and repeatedly kissed the resisting girl. Next moment I had pulled him away with fury, and flung him heavily against the wall. He laughed loud and long, and I feared his wits had given way under the strain; for even in the best of days he had been a sparing and a quiet laugher.
“Now, Frank,” said he, when his mirth was somewhat appeased37, “it’s your turn. Here’s my hand. Good-bye; farewell!” Then, seeing me stand rigid38 and indignant, and holding Clara to my side — “Man!” he broke out, “are you angry? Did you think we were going to die with all the airs and graces of society? I took a kiss; I’m glad I had it; and now you can take another if you like, and square accounts.”
I turned from him with a feeling of contempt which I did not seek to dissemble.
“As you please,” said he. “You’ve been a prig in life; a prig you’ll die.”
And with that he sat down in a chair, a rifle over his knee, and amused himself with snapping the lock; but I could see that his ebullition of light spirits (the only one I ever knew him to display) had already come to an end, and was succeeded by a sullen39, scowling40 humour.
All this time our assailants might have been entering the house, and we been none the wiser; we had in truth almost forgotten the danger that so imminently41 overhung our days. But just then Mr. Huddlestone uttered a cry, and leaped from the bed.
I asked him what was wrong.
“Fire!” he cried. “They have set the house on fire!”
Northmour was on his feet in an instant, and he and I ran through the door of communication with the study. The room was illuminated42 by a red and angry light. Almost at the moment of our entrance, a tower of flame arose in front of the window, and, with a tingling43 report, a pane fell inwards on the carpet. They had set fire to the lean-to outhouse, where Northmour used to nurse his negatives.
“Hot work,” said Northmour. “Let us try in your old room.”
We ran thither44 in a breath, threw up the casement45, and looked forth46. Along the whole back wall of the pavilion piles of fuel had been arranged and kindled47; and it is probable they had been drenched48 with mineral oil, for, in spite of the morning’s rain, they all burned bravely. The fire had taken a firm hold already on the outhouse, which blazed higher and higher every moment; the back door was in the centre of a red-hot bonfire; the eaves we could see, as we looked upward, were already smouldering, for the roof overhung, and was supported by considerable beams of wood. At the same time, hot, pungent49, and choking volumes of smoke began to fill the house. There was not a human being to be seen to right or left.
“Ah, well!” said Northmour, “here’s the end, thank God.”
And we returned to MY UNCLE’S ROOM. Mr. Huddlestone was putting on his boots, still violently trembling, but with an air of determination such as I had not hitherto observed. Clara stood close by him, with her cloak in both hands ready to throw about her shoulders, and a strange look in her eyes, as if she were half hopeful, half doubtful of her father.
“Well, boys and girls,” said Northmour, “how about a sally? The oven is heating; it is not good to stay here and be baked; and, for my part, I want to come to my hands with them, and be done.”
“There is nothing else left,” I replied.
And both Clara and Mr. Huddlestone, though with a very different intonation50, added, “Nothing.”
As we went downstairs the heat was excessive, and the roaring of the fire filled our ears; and we had scarce reached the passage before the stairs window fell in, a branch of flame shot brandishing51 through the aperture52, and the interior of the pavilion became lit up with that dreadful and fluctuating glare. At the same moment we heard the fall of something heavy and inelastic in the upper story. The whole pavilion, it was plain, had gone alight like a box of matches, and now not only flamed sky-high to land and sea, but threatened with every moment to crumble53 and fall in about our ears.
Northmour and I cocked our revolvers. Mr. Huddlestone, who had already refused a firearm, put us behind him with a manner of command.
“Let Clara open the door,” said he. “So, if they fire a volley, she will be protected. And in the meantime stand behind me. I am the scapegoat54; my sins have found me out.”
I heard him, as I stood breathless by his shoulder, with my pistol ready, pattering off prayers in a tremulous, rapid whisper; and I confess, horrid55 as the thought may seem, I despised him for thinking of supplications in a moment so critical and thrilling. In the meantime, Clara, who was dead white but still possessed56 her faculties57, had displaced the barricade58 from the front door. Another moment, and she had pulled it open. Firelight and moonlight illuminated the links with confused and changeful lustre59, and far away against the sky we could see a long trail of glowing smoke.
Mr. Huddlestone, filled for the moment with a strength greater than his own, struck Northmour and myself a back-hander in the chest; and while we were thus for the moment incapacitated from action, lifting his arms above his head like one about to dive, he ran straight forward out of the pavilion.
“Here am!” he cried — “Huddlestone! Kill me, and spare the others!”
His sudden appearance daunted60, I suppose, our hidden enemies; for Northmour and I had time to recover, to seize Clara between us, one by each arm, and to rush forth to his assistance, ere anything further had taken place. But scarce had we passed the threshold when there came near a dozen reports and flashes from every direction among the hollows of the links. Mr. Huddlestone staggered, uttered a weird61 and freezing cry, threw up his arms over his head, and fell backward on the turf.
“TRADITORE! TRADITORE!” cried the invisible avengers.
And just then, a part of the roof of the pavilion fell in, so rapid was the progress of the fire. A loud, vague, and horrible noise accompanied the collapse62, and a vast volume of flame went soaring up to heaven. It must have been visible at that moment from twenty miles out at sea, from the shore at Graden Wester, and far inland from the peak of Graystiel, the most eastern summit of the Caulder Hills. Bernard Huddlestone, although God knows what were his obsequies, had a fine pyre at the moment of his death.
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strife
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daunt
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affronting
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temerity
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depose
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spoke
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traitor
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hideous
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eternity
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imminently
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thither
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casement
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kindled
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intonation
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