But to sit through the long winter night, changing each hour from one damp and musty post-chaise to another, to stamp and fume7 and fret8 while horses were put to at every stage, to scold an endless succession of incoming and fee an endless series of out-going postboys, each more sleepy and sullen9 than the last--this was another matter. To be delayed here and checked there and overcharged everywhere, to be fobbed off with the worst teams--always reserved for night travellers--and to find, once started on the long fourteen-mile stage, that the off-wheeler was dead lame10, to fall asleep and to be aroused with every hour--these were the miseries11, and costly12 miseries they were, of old-world journeying. This was its seamy side. And many a time Clement13, stamping his stone-cold feet in wind-swept inn yards, or ringing ostlers' bells in stone-paved passages, repented14 that he had started, repented that he had ever undertaken the task.
Why had he, he asked himself more than once that bitter night. What was Arthur Bourdillon to him that he should spend himself in an effort as toilsome as it promised to be vain, to hold him back from the completion of his roguery? Would Arthur ever thank him? Far from it. And Josina? Josina, brave, loving Josina, who had risen to heights of which he thrilled to think, she might indeed thank him--and that should be enough for him. But what could she do to requite15 him, apart from her father? And the Squire16 at Garth had stated his position, nor even if he relented was he one to pour himself out in gratitude--he who hated the name of Ovington, and laid all this at their door. It would be much if he ever noticed him with more than a grunt17, or ever gave one thought to his exertions18 or their motive19.
No, he had let a quixotic, a foolish impulse run away with him! He should have waited until Arthur had brought down the money, and then he should have returned it. That had been the simple, the matter-of-fact course, and all that it had been incumbent20 on him to do. As it was, for what was he spending himself and undergoing these hardships? To hasten the ruin of the bank, to meet failure half-way, to render his father penniless a few hours earlier, rather than later. To mask a rascality21 that need never be disclosed, since no one would hear of it unless the Squire talked. Yes, he had been a fool to hurl22 himself thus through the night, chilled to the bone, with fevered head and ice-cold feet, when he might have been a hundred times better employed in supporting his father in his need, in putting a brave front on things, and smiling in the face of suspicion.
To be sure, it was only as the night advanced, or rather in the small hours of the morning, when his ardor23 had died down and Josina's pleading face was no longer before him, and the spirit of adventure was low in him, that he entertained these thoughts. For a time all went well. He found his relay waiting for him at the Heygate Inn by Wellington, where the name of the Lion was all-powerful; and after covering at top speed the short stage that followed, he drove, still full of warmth and courage, into Wolverhampton at a quarter before eleven. Over thirty miles in three hours! He met with a little delay there; the horses had to be fetched from another stable, in another street. But he got away in the end, and ten minutes later he was driving over a land most desolate24 by day, but by night lurid25 with the flares26 of a hundred furnace-fires. He rattled27 up to the Castle at Birmingham at half an hour after midnight, found the house still lighted and lively, and by dint28 of scolding and bribing29 was presently on the road again with a fresh team, and making for Coventry, with every inclination30 to think that the difficulties of posting by night had been much exaggerated.
But here his good luck left him. At the half-way stage he met with disaster. He had passed the up coach half an hour before, and no orders now anticipated him. When he reached the Stone Bridge there were no horses; on the contrary, there were three travellers waiting there, clamorous31 to get on to Birmingham. Unwarily he jumped out of his chaise, and "No horses?" he cried. "Impossible! There must be horses!"
But the ostler gave him no more than a stolid32 stare. "Nary a nag33!" he replied coolly. "Nor like to be, master, wi' every Quaker in Birmingham gadding34 up and down as if his life 'ung on it! Why, if I've----"
"Quakers? What the devil do you mean?" Clement cried, thinking that the man was reflecting on him.
"Well, Quakers or drab-coated gentry35 like yourself!" the man replied, unmoved. "And every one wi' pistols and a money bag! Seems that's what they're looking for--money, so I hear. Such a driving and foraging36 up and down the land these days, it's a wonder the horses' hoofs37 bean't worn off."
"Then," said Clement, turning about, "I'll take these on to Meriden."
But the waiting travellers had already climbed into the chaise and were in possession, and the postboy had turned his horses. And, "No, no, you'll not do that," said the ostler. "Custom of the road, master! Custom of the road! You must change and wait your turn."
"But there must be something on," Clement cried in despair, seeing himself detained here, perhaps for the whole night.
"Naught38! Nary a 'oof in the yard, nor a lad!" the man replied. "You'd best take a bed."
"But when will there be horses?"
"Maybe something'll come in by daylight--like enough."
"By daylight? Oh, confound you!" cried Clement, enraged39. "Then I'll walk on to Meriden."
"Walk? Walk on to----" the ostler couldn't voice his astonishment40. "Walk?"
"Ay, walk, and be hanged to you!" Clement cried, and without another word plunged41 into the darkness of the long, straight road, his bag in his hand. The road ran plain and wide before him, he couldn't miss it; the distance, according to Paterson, which he had in his handbag, was no more than two miles, and he thought that he could do it in half an hour.
But, once away, under the trees, under the midnight sky, in the silence and darkness of the country-side, the fever of his spirits made the distance seem intolerable. As he tramped along the lonely road, doubtful of the wisdom of his action, the feeling of strangeness and homelessness, the sense of the uselessness of what he was doing, grew upon him. At this rate he might as well walk to London! What if there were no horses at Meriden? Or if he were stayed farther up the road? He counted the stages between him and London, and he had time and enough to despair of reaching it, before he at last, at a good four miles an hour, strode out of the night into the semicircle of light which fell upon the road before the Bull's Head at Meriden. Thank heaven, there were lights in the house and people awake, and some hope still! And more than hope, for almost before he had crossed the threshold a sleepy boots came out of the bar and met him, and "Horses? Which way, sir? Up? I'll ring the ostler's bell, sir!"
Clement could have blessed him. "Double money to Coventry if I leave the door in ten minutes!" he cried, taking out his watch. And ten minutes later--or in so little over that time as didn't count--he was climbing into a chaise and driving away: so well organized after all--and all defects granted--was the posting system that at that time covered England. To be sure, he was on one of the great roads, and the Bull's Head at Meriden was a house of fame.
He had availed himself of the interval42 to swallow a snack and a glass of brandy and water, and he was the warmer for the exercise and in better spirits; pluming43 himself a little, too, on the resolution which had plucked him from his difficulty at the Stone Bridge. But he had lost the greater part of an hour, and the clocks at Coventry were close on three when he rattled through the narrow, twisting streets of that city. Here, early as was the hour, he caught rumors44 of the panic, and hints were dropped by the night-men in the inn yard--in sly reply, perhaps, to his adjurations to hasten--of desperate men hurrying to and fro, and buying with gold the speed which meant fortune and life to them. Something was said of a banker who had shot himself at Northampton--or was it Nottingham?--of London runners who had passed through in pursuit of a defaulter; of a bank that had stopped, "up the road." "And there'll be more before all's over," said his informant darkly. "But it's well to be them while it lasts! They've money to burn, it seems."
Clement wondered if this was an allusion45 to the crown piece that he had offered. At any rate the ill-omened tale haunted him as he left the city behind him, and, after passing under the Cross on Knightlow Hill, and over the Black Heath about Dunsmoor, committed himself to the long, monotonous46 stretch of road that, unbroken by any striking features, and regularly dotted with small towns that hardly rose above villages, extended dull mile after dull mile to London. The rumble48 of the chaise and the exertions he had made began to incline him to sleep, but the cold bit into his bones, his feet were growing numb49, and as often as he nodded off in his corner he slid down and awoke himself. Sleet50, too, was beginning to fall, and the ill-fitting windows leaked, and it was a very morose51 person who turned out in the rain at Dunchurch.
However, luck was with him, and he got on without delay to Daventry, and had to be roused from sleep when his postboy pulled up before the famous old Wheat-sheaf that, wakeful and alight, was ready with its welcome. Here cheerful fires were burning and everything was done for him. A chaise had just come in from Towcester. The horses' mouths were washed out while he swallowed a crust and another glass of brandy and water, the horses were turned round, and he was away again. He composed himself, shivering, in the warmer corner, and, thanking his stars that he had got off, was beginning to nod, when the chaise suddenly tilted52 to one side and he slid across the seat. He sat up in alarm and felt the near wheels clawing at the ditch, and thought that he was over. A moment of suspense53, and through the fog that dimmed the window-panes flaming lights blazed above him and over him, and the down mails thundered by, coach behind coach--three coaches, the road quivering beneath them, the horses cantering, the guards replying with a volley of abuse to the postboy's shout of alarm. Huge, lighted monsters, by night the bullies54 of the road, they were come and gone in an instant, leaving him staring with dazzled eyes into the darkness. But the shave had not bettered his temper. The stage seemed a long one, the horses slow, and he was fretting55 and fuming56 mightily57, and by no means as grateful as he should have been for the luck that had hitherto attended him, when at last he jogged into Towcester.
Alas58, the inn here was awake, indeed, in a somnolent59, grumpy, sullen fashion, but there were no horses. "Not a chance of them," said the sleepy boots, nicking a dirty napkin towards the coffee room. "There are two business gents waiting there to get on--life and death, 'cording to them. They're going up same way as you are, and they've first call. And there's a gentleman and his servant for Birmingham--down, they are, and been waiting since eleven o'clock and swearing tremendous!"
"Then I'll take mine on!" Clement said, and whipped out into the night and ran to his chaise. But he was too late. The gentleman's servant had been on the watch, he had made his bargain and stepped in, and his master was hurrying out to join him. "The devil!" cried Clement, now wide awake and very angry. "That's pretty sharp!"
"Yes, sir, sharp's the word," said the boots. It was evident that night work had made him a misanthrope60, or something else had soured him. "They'd be no good for Brickhill anyway. It's a long stage. You'll take a bed?"
"Bed be hanged!" said Clement, wondering what he should do. This seemed to be a dead stop, and very black he looked. At last, "I'll go to the yard," he said.
"There's nobody up. You'd best----" and again the boots advised a bed.
"Nobody up? Oh, hang it!" said Clement, and stood and thought, very much at a standstill. What could he do? There was a clock in the passage. He looked at it. It was close on six, and he had nearly sixty miles to travel. Save for the delay at the Stone Bridge, he had done well. He had kept his postboy up to the mark: he had spared neither money nor prayers, nor, it must be added, curses. He had done a very considerable feat47, the difficulties of night porting considered. But he had still fifty-eight miles before him, and if he could not get on now he had done nothing. He had only wasted his money. "Any up coach due?"
"Not before eight o'clock," said the boots cynically61. "Beaches the Saracen's Head, Snowhill, at three-thirty. You are one of these moneyed gents, I suppose? Things is queer in town, I hear--crashes and what not, something terrible, I am told. Blue ruin and worse. The master here"--becoming suddenly confidential--"he's in it. It's U-p with him! They seized his horses yesterday. That's why--" he winked62 mysteriously towards the silent stables. "Wouldn't trust him, and couldn't send a bailiff with every team. That's why!"
"Who seized them?" Clement asked listlessly. But he awoke a second later to the meaning of his words.
"Hollins, Church Farm yonder. Bill for hay and straw. D'you know him?"
"No, but--here! D'you see this?" Clement plucked out a crown piece, his eyes alight. "Is there a postboy here? That's the point! Asleep or awake! Quick, man!"
"A postboy? Well, there's old Sam--he can ride. But what's the use of a postboy when there's no horses?"
"Wake him! Bring him here!" Clement retorted, on fire with an idea, and waving the crown piece. "D'you hear? Bring him here and this is yours. But sharp's the word. Go, go and get him, man, it will be worth his while. Haul him out! Tell him he must come! It's money, tell him!"
The boots caught the infection and went, and for three or four minutes Clement stamped up and down in a fever of anxiety. By and by the postboy came, half dressed, sulky, and rubbing his eyes. Clement seized him by the shoulders, shook him, pounded him, pounded his idea into him, bribed63 him. Five minutes later they were hurrying towards the church, passing here and there a yawning laborer64 plodding65 through the darkness to his work. The farmer at Hollins's was dressing66, and opened his window to swear at them and at the noise the dogs were making. But, "Three pounds! Three pounds for horses to Brickhill!" Clement cried. The proper charge was twenty-six shillings at the eighteen-penny night scale, and the man listened. "You can come with me and keep possession!" Clement urged, seeing that he hesitated. "You run no risk! I'll be answerable."
Three pounds was money, much money in those days. It was good interest on his unpaid67 bill, and Mr. Hollins gave way. He flung down the key of the stables, and hurrying down after it, helped to harness the horses by the light of a lanthorn. That done, however, the good man took fright at the novelty, almost the impudence68 of the thing, and demanded his money. "Half now, and half at Brickhill," Clement replied, and the sight of the cash settled the matter. Mr. Hollins opened the yard gate, and two minutes later they were off, the farmer's wife staring after them from the doorway69 and, with a leaning to the safe side, shrilly70 stating her opinion that her husband was a fool and would lose his nags71.
"Never fear," Clement said to the man. "Only don't spare them! Time is money to me this morning!"
Fortunately, the horses had done no work the previous day and had been well fed. They were fresh, and the old postboy, feeling himself in luck, and exhilarated by what he called "as queer a start as ever was," was determined72 to merit the largest fee. The farmer, as they whirled down Windmill Hill at a pace that carried them over the ascent73 and past Plum Park, fidgeted uneasily in his seat, fearing broken knees and what not. But seeing then that the postboy steadied his pair and knew his business, he let it pass. As far as Stony74 Stratford the road was with them, and thence to Fenny75 Stratford they pushed on at a good pace.
It was broad daylight by now, the road was full of life and movement, they met and passed other travellers, other chaises, one or two of the early morning coaches. Men, topping and tailing turnips76, stood and watched them from the fields, a gleam of December sunrise warmed the landscape. To the tedious nightmare of the long, dark hours, with their endless stages and sleepy turn-outs and shadowy postillions, their yawning inns and midnight meals, had succeeded sober daylight, plodding realities, waking life; and Clement should have owned the relief. But he did not, for a simple reason. During the night the end had been far off and uncertain, a thing not yet to be dwelt upon or considered. Now the end was within sight, a few hours must determine it one way or the other, and his anxiety as the time passed, and now the horses slackened their pace to climb a rise, now were detained by a flock of sheep, centred itself upon it. He had endured so much that he might intercept77 Arthur before the deed was done and the false transfer used, that to fail Josina now, to be too late now, was a thing not to be considered.
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