“I’ll go to the pillory9, your honor,” he said piteously, “or ride the pinch-back horse a week of market days; but to be ducked like a woman! And they say there are great fish in the bay who will nibble10 my toes. Your honor, I was only a little drunk.”
81But the magistrates’ hearts could not be softened11 away from duty. They were bringing the culprit out of the Stadt Huys at the very moment that the dominie and I were returning from our visit to the fort. We met them with half the town flocking at their heels and clamoring for the sport to come. Pierre, slightly sobered by his experience at the court-room, had plucked up a small amount of dignity. He walked erect12 as if he had made up his mind to take his punishment like a man. I looked at him closely and believed that there was more stuff to the fellow than at first appeared. His face wore a look of dogged resentment13; such a look as I should not care to see in the face of an enemy.
The ducking-stool, which was attached to a low, wheeled platform, was soon pushed to the edge of the water. Pierre was securely bound into the chair so that he could move neither hand nor foot, and then he was swung out in mid14 air over the water. The magistrate2 mounted on a platform near. He took out of his pocket a string about a yard long with a small iron ball attached to the end of it. He held one end of the string in his hand and set the ball to swinging like a pendulum15.
“Let him go down,” he cried.
At this command Pierre was soused into the water. The crowd gave a cheer and fell to counting the swings of the pendulum. At first there 82were not many voices, but the number grew with the seconds. At twenty they sounded like a dull roar. At thirty the people were clapping their hands and stamping their feet and yelling like mad.
“Thirty-eight,” rumbled16 the mob. “Thirty-nine, forty.”
“Fetch up,” shouted the magistrate.
Pierre was lifted out of the water, dripping and snorting from his forty seconds beneath the surface.
“Have you had enough?” asked the magistrate.
“No,” answered Pierre defiantly17.
“Dip him again.”
Once more he was mercilessly ducked into the cold water. The pendulum was again set in motion. The crowd fell into its boisterous18 count. I looked around in dismay.
“Is there nothing we can do?” I asked the dominie.
“Nothing,” answered a strange voice over my shoulder.
I whirled about to see who had spoken, and stood face to face with Patroon Van Volkenberg. He was no longer the anger-tossed man I had seen in the coffee-house. He was now cool and collected. A sinister20 smile scarcely ruffled21 his calm features. But when he spoke19 to me his voice bit like a cold wind.
“No, Monsieur Le Bourse—you see I know your 83name—no, there is nothing you can do. But we shall meet again.”
He turned away instantly and was swallowed in the crowd. There was no mistaking the expression of his fierce eyes. I recalled the warning Earl Bellamont had given me and I clinched22 my fists.
At that moment Pierre was ducked for the third time. When he came up the magistrate put the usual question.
“Have you had enough?”
Pierre’s head dropped forward upon his breast.
“Yes, yes,” shouted all. “He nods yes.”
They unbound him and stood him on his feet. He fell full length upon the ground, unconscious and half drowned. At that moment the report of a cannon23 boomed over the city.
“A ship, a ship!” shouted a hundred voices.
This signal, fired from the Battery, was the way of announcing the arrival of a vessel24 in the port. The crowd forgot all about Pierre and his helpless condition. In two minutes the square was vacant save for three men: Pierre, the dominie, and myself.
Pierre was not long in regaining25 consciousness. He was, however, too weak to walk alone. I lifted him in my arms and was about to carry him away when we met Lady Marmaduke in her chair. She bade the negro carriers set her down, and inquired what was the matter.
84“Good lack! Little Pierre ducked for being drunk! You naughty fellow. How often have I told you not to do that or I should never speak you well again to sweet Annetje Dorn?” She paused; her face clouded and grew hard and bitter. I heard her mutter the name of the patroon. “Here, put him in my chair,” she said at last. “I will attend to him.” She got in herself after he was comfortably stowed away, and then left us alone upon the Slip.
“Just her way,” said the dominie. “She’ll take care of him and nurse him and feed him up as if he were her own child. She is good to every one, friend or slave, it makes no matter which.”
I accompanied the dominie as far as the door of his house, where I left him in order to continue my way to the Ferry-House. It was in this quiet ordinary that the governor had advised me to seek temporary lodgings26. I reached the place without difficulty and was surprised to find that it was the very house before which Lady Marmaduke had halted her coach when I heard her speak to the people and bid them to stand fast by the Earl of Bellamont.
I went in and made the necessary arrangements to stay there that night, and then sat down to eat my dinner and to think over the events of the day. By the time I was ready to rise from the table the hand of the clock was close upon the stroke of two. This was the time set for Bromm’s 85proclamation concerning my sister. I betook myself to the square before the Stadt Huys, where I walked up and down in momentary27 expectation of the crier. The public excitement of the morning was somewhat abated28; but a fair crowd had gathered by the time Bromm appeared, marching behind two drummers, who beat a sober rap-tap suited to the aged29 man’s deliberate step. Bromm mounted the platform near the public scaffold and began to read his proclamation. It was short, simply requesting in the name of the governor any information concerning the whereabouts of Ruth Le Bourse. At the first reading no one came forward to volunteer any information. The drums beat again and Bromm read the proclamation a second time. Just as he finished, some one touched my arm from behind. It was Van Volkenberg at my elbow for the second time that day. He smiled as before, the same cutting smile of contempt. He spoke but a word or two before he vanished in the cover of the crowd; but he had said enough to rouse my anger.
“Good luck, Monsieur Le Bourse; but, as I said before, we shall meet again. Beware of the Red Band.”
That was all he said. His words were nothing but a mere30 threat. But he had done something that set every drop of blood in my body to tingling31 with hot anger. I should have followed him had he not disappeared instantly. From the moment I 86had first laid eyes on this man in the Jacobite Coffee-House I had taken an unaccountable dislike to him. Even when I advanced to meet him in the tap-room, I had kept the silver button hid in my closed hand as if I were unwilling32 to acknowledge my claim upon him. Now I understood what had given birth to my unreasonable33 antipathy34. As he turned away after speaking the above words, Van Volkenberg made the sign of the cross. The patroon was a Catholic. How I thanked God I had received no favor from him! Instantly, as one sees the landscape at night when the lightning flashes, there lay before me that scene in Paris of the black robed priest who years before had caught my sister by the arm, and whom I had struck down upon the spot as he deserved. In quick succession there passed before my mind’s eye our flight to La Rochelle, my ten years of fruitless search, the Mariner’s Rest at Bristol, our last separation—finally the public flogging I had received in Maryland. All these troubles had been brought upon me by Catholics. A Catholic was once more threatening my peace of mind, telling me to beware. I little knew then how much greater cause I had to hate the patroon for wrongs already done to me and mine. I thought only of the present instant. I felt that we two were fated to—God knows what! I gripped my hands together and wished that I could hurry time.
Bromm repeated the proclamation again, but received 87no response. He marched back to the fort and soon the crowd drifted into smaller groups. I returned to the Ferry-House to nurse my disappointment alone, hoping also that some word would come from the Earl concerning news received at the fort. I found Pierre sitting alone in a corner of the public room when I entered the Ferry-House.
“Well,” I said. “Have you recovered?”
“Quite,” he answered; then he blew out his lips with an explosive shiver. “Ow, it was cold! But I was in great luck.”
“Luck, Pierre, to be ducked?”
“No, not to be nibbled35. There are great fish in the bay.” He leaned forward and continued in a low confidential36 voice. “Lady Marmaduke gave me such a dinner. You cannot imagine it. There was wine right out of France. Do you think if I should happen to be ducked again she would happen to come along?”
I could not forbear to laugh and Pierre smiled too. His face, however, soon changed, and his jovial37 expression was replaced by the hard look that I had seen in his face when he walked to the place of his punishment.
“I came here for a purpose, Monsieur Le Bourse, but—” He stopped and looked about him as if fearful of being overheard. His lips almost touched my ear as he said, “I don’t mind the ducking. I have been ducked before. It was the man who did 88it. I shall have my revenge. Are we together on that?”
He put out his hand and I clasped it.
“I thought so,” he continued. “But you do not know the half.”
Again he manifested some fear of being overheard. He said that the patroon was too great a man to be talked about in a public place like this. Would I walk a short distance into the country, beyond the Wall? He had news that should be heard only by me. I was indeed glad to go with him. We left the city by the Land-Gate, and soon came to a little bridge over a narrow creek38.
“This is the Kissing Bridge,” he said with a forlorn sigh. “Annetje will never cross the bridge with me. She always makes me walk in front.”
Annetje Dorn, he told me, was his sweetheart. She was a bond servant at Van Volkenberg manor39-house and maid to the patroon’s daughter Miriam.
“Ay, that she is; bond servant to the patroon just like your sister.” He clapped his hand quickly over his mouth. “Oh, I did not mean to let it out so soon.”
I gripped him by the arm. “What do you mean?”
“I said that you did not know half of what you have to hate him for,” replied Pierre fiercely. “Your sister Ruth was bound out in service to Kilian Van Volkenberg.”
I was now to learn the stuff that was in Pierre. His jolly manner was but a garment. He cast 89it aside, and, as we walked along, he spoke to me with a fierce zeal40 that I had not suspected in him.
“There are but half a dozen persons in New York who know what happened to your sister. I dared not speak openly to-day when Bromm was crying the proclamation, but I knew that my time had come. He set his dogs on me one night; but he made a mistake. He called me a giggling41 monkey. I’ll monkey him. Do you——”
“For God’s sake, Pierre,” I interrupted. “Tell me what you know of my sister.”
His vague hint that I did not know half of what I had to hate the patroon for filled me with dread42. The earnestness of my voice affected43 him. He dropped the side threads of his own affairs and fell into a direct relation of my sister’s fate. She had arrived safely with Captain Donaldson and had lived in the city for a short time. Then her money gave out and she took service with Van Volkenberg, laying the condition, however, of redeeming44 herself at any time if I should return.
“I saw her more than once,” said Pierre. “She was a sweet girl. Annetje boxed my ears once for looking at her. She said that it was rude. God knows I did not mean it, but she had a winsome45 face. Every one said that, Annetje like the rest. Her lot was none too easy at the manor. They say that Mistress Miriam took great abuse for standing46 between her and the patroon.”
90“Was she abused by him?” I asked.
“Ay, that she was.”
I was past being angry. My thoughts did not take in the situation at the manor-house all at once; instead I found myself thinking of the Mariner’s Rest and of Ruth’s treatment there. Something in Pierre’s face bade me give up hope, as if a heavy blow had fallen. Suddenly I turned and caught him by the shoulders with so quick a motion that he uttered a startled cry.
“Tell me, Pierre. For God’s sake make short work of this. What has happened to her?”
Instead of answering me, the kind hearted fellow burst into tears. “I cannot,” he wailed47. “Oh, I cannot; it will break your heart.”
“It is past that, Pierre. Is she dead?”
“You have guessed it. God forgive me that I have to say it.”
“Pierre,” said I. “Go over there by the bridge and wait for me till I come to you. I shall follow you soon.”
When I was next aware of outside things, Pierre stood by my side with his hand upon my shoulder.
“You said you would come to me soon and you didn’t. That is why I came back.” He put out his hand kindly48. “It is hard work to bear ill news. I would have spared you if I could.”
We walked silently around the small lake by which we had stopped. I felt in a daze49 and was more than once aware of the pressure of Pierre’s 91hand as he guided me gently by some obstruction50 over which I might have fallen. Under the first weight of this piece of news, I felt only grief at the death of my beloved sister. It was not until I had in a measure recovered my self-control that I began to think of the manner in which she had met her death and of the vague hints about the patroon that Pierre had dropped. Then, with the pain of comprehension when it comes too late, I recalled the sneering51 smile upon the patroon’s face as he accosted52 me in the crowd before the Stadt Huys.
“But we shall meet again,” I cried aloud, unconsciously repeating his words to me. “He knew it when he spoke to me, and he sneered53 at me.” I turned upon Pierre. “Tell me further. What had he to do with her death?”
To this question Pierre would give no answer. He could hardly say, he said. My heart sank, for I saw from his face that he was afraid to tell the truth.
“Come back with me, Monsieur Le Bourse. Let me take you to Lady Marmaduke. She knows the whole story. She will tell you.”
Impatient as I was, I was content to wait. The blow that had fallen upon me was so great that I could scarcely think. A child could have led me. For the time being I had no will of my own. Pierre took me by the arm and led me forward. We had nearly reached the bridge on our return 92when the clatter54 of horse hoofs55 fell upon our ears along the road.
“Hush,” said Pierre. “It is the patroon.”
He drew me back behind some bushes, where we waited in silence the approach of a numerous armed cavalcade56.
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