Before Oliver Trembath had advanced half a mile on his path, he had cooled sufficiently1 to experience some regret at having been so quick to take offence at one who, being evidently an eccentric character, should not, he thought, have been broken with so summarily. Regrets, however, had come too late, so he endeavoured to shake off the disagreeable feelings that depressed2 him, and, the more effectually to accomplish this, burst forth3 into a bravura4 song with so much emphasis as utterly5 to drown, and no doubt to confound, two larks6, which, up to that time, had been pouring their melodious7 souls out of their little bodies in the bright blue sky above.
Presently he came to a part of the moor8 where two roads diverged—one to the right and the other to the left. Recalling the shout of advice which the old gentleman had given him in parting, he took that which led to the left, and was gratified, on gaining an eminence9 a short distance in advance, to see in the far distance a square turret10, which he concluded was that of the church of St. Just.
Keeping this turret in view, the youth stepped out so vigorously that he soon reached the small town that clustered round the church, and going up to the first man he met, said, “This is the town of St. Just, I suppose, is it not?”
“No, et is’n; thee’s come the wrang road, sur,” replied the rustic11. “This es Sennen church-town. St. Just es up over th’ hill theere.”
Oliver Trembath’s first feeling was one of surprise; this was followed by annoyance12, which quickly degenerated13 into anger as it flashed into his mind that the old gentleman might possibly have led him wrong on purpose.
“How far is it to St. Just?” he inquired.
“’Bout six miles, sur.”
“Then I suppose I am not far from the Land’s End?” said Oliver after a pause.
“No, not fur,” replied the man. “Et do lie straight before ’ee.”
Thanking the man, Oliver started off at a smart pace, resolving, before proceeding14 to St. Just, to visit this extreme western point of England—a visit to which he had often looked forward with pleasant anticipation15.
During the last hour of his walk the sun had been obscured by clouds, but, just as he approached the cliffs, the clouds separated, and a golden flood rushed over the broad Atlantic, which now lay spread out before him in all its wide majesty16 as far as the eye could see.
“A good omen17!” cried the youth with a shout, as he hurried towards the shore, intending to fling off his garments and bathe in the mighty18 ocean, which, from the place where he first beheld19 it, appeared to be smooth and still as a mill-pond. But Oliver was compelled to restrain his ardour, for on nearing the sea he found that he stood on the summit of high cliffs, beyond which the Land’s End stretched in a succession of broken masses of granite20, so chafed21 and shattered by the action of the sea, and so curiously22 split, as to resemble basaltic columns. To reach the outermost23 of those weather-worn sentinels of Old England, required some caution on the part of our traveller, even although well used to scaling the rocky heights of Scottish mountains, and when he did at last plant his foot on the veritable Land’s End, he found that it was a precipice24 apparently25 sixty feet high, which descended26 perpendicularly27 into deep water. His meditated28 bathe was therefore an impossibility, for those glassy undulations, which appeared so harmless at a distance, gathered slow and gradual height as they approached the land, and at last, assuming the form of majestic29 waves, flung themselves with a grand roar on the stern cliffs which they have battered30 so long in vain, and round which—always repulsed31 but never conquered—they seethed32 in milky33 foam34.
With glistening35 eye, and heaving breast, and mantling36 colour, the young doctor stood long and motionless on this extreme point of land—absorbed in admiration37 of the glorious scene before him. Often had he beheld the sea in the firths and estuaries38 of the North, but never till now had he conceived the grandeur39 of the great Atlantic. It seemed to him as if the waves of those inland seas, when tossed by wild storms, were but rough miniature copies of the huge billows which arose before him, without apparent cause, and, advancing without rush or agitation40, fell successively with solemn roar at his feet, awakening41 irresistibly42 within him deep and new thoughts of the Almighty43 Creator of earth and sea.
For many minutes he stood entranced, his mind wandering in a species of calm delight over the grand scene, but incapable44 of fixing itself definitely on any special feature—now sweeping45 out to where the Scilly Isles46 could be seen resting on the liquid horizon, anon following the flight of circling seagulls, or busy counting the innumerable ships and boats that rested on the sea, but ever and anon recurring48, as if under the influence of fascination49, to that rich turmoil50 of foam which boiled, leaped, and churned, around, beneath, and above the mighty breakers.
Awaking at last from his trance, Oliver tore himself from the spot, and hastened away to seek the nearest strip of sand where he might throw off his clothes and plunge51 into the boiling surf.
He proceeded in a southerly direction, impatiently expecting at every step to discover some spot suitable for his purpose, but he had taken a long and rapid walk before he found a break in those wild cliffs which afforded him the opportunity of descending53 to the water’s edge. Here, on a narrow strip of sand, he undressed and leaped into the waves.
Well was it for Oliver that day that he had been trained in all manly54 exercises, that his “wind” was good, that his muscles were hard, his nerves well strung, and, above all, that in earliest youth he had learned to swim.
Misjudging, in his ignorance, the tremendous power of the surf into which he sprang, and daring to recklessness in the conscious possession of unusual strength and courage, he did not pause to look or consider, but at once struck out to sea. He was soon beyond the influence of the breaking waves, and for some time sported in the full enjoyment55 of the briny56 Atlantic waters. Then turning towards the shore he swam in and was speedily tossing among the breakers. As he neared the sandy beach and felt the full power of the water on his partially57 exhausted58 frame, he experienced a slight feeling of anxiety, for the thunder of each wave as it fell and rushed up before him in seething59 foam, seemed to indicate a degree of force which he had not realised in his first vigorous plunge into the sea. A moment more and a wave caught him in its curling crest60, and swept him onwards. For the first time in his life, Oliver Trembath’s massive strength was of no avail to him. He felt like a helpless infant. In another instant the breaker fell and swept him with irresistible61 violence up the beach amid a turmoil of hissing62 foam. No sooner did he touch the ground than he sprang to his feet, and staggered forward a few paces but the returning rush of water swept sand and stones from beneath his feet, carried his legs from under him, and hurled63 him back into the hollow of the succeeding wave, which again rolled him on the sand.
Although somewhat stunned64, Oliver did not lose consciousness or self-possession. He now fully65 realised the extreme danger of his position, and the thought flashed through his brain that, at the farthest, his fate must be decided66 in two or three minutes. Acting67 on a brave spirit, this thought nerved him to desperate effort. The instant he could plant his feet firmly he bounded forwards, and then, before the backward rush of water had gathered strength, fell on his knees, and dug his fingers and toes deep into the sand. Had the grasp been on something firm he could easily have held on, but the treacherous68 sand crumbled69 out of his grasp, and a second time he was carried back into the sea.
The next time he was cast on the beach he felt that his strength was failing; he staggered forward as soon as he touched bottom, with all the energy of one who avails himself of his last chance, but the angry water was too strong for him. Feeling that he was being overpowered, he cast his arms up in the air, and gave utterance70 to a loud cry. It was not like a cry of despair, but sounded more like what one might suppose would be the shout of a brave soldier when compelled to give way—fighting—before the might of overwhelming force. At that moment a hand caught the young man’s wrist, and held it for a few seconds in a powerful grasp. The wave retreated, a staggering effort followed, and the next moment Oliver stood panting on the beach grasping the rough hand of his deliverer.
“Semen to me you was pretty nigh gone, sur,” said the man, who had come thus opportunely71 to the rescue, as he wrung72 the sea-water from his garments.
He was a man of middle height, but of extremely powerful frame, and was habited in the garb73 of a fisherman.
“Truly I had been gone altogether but for your timely assistance; may God reward you for it!” said Oliver earnestly.
“Well, I don’t think you would be so ready to thank me if you did knaw I had half made up my mind to lev ’ee go.”
Oliver looked at the man in some surprise, for he spoke74 gruffly, almost angrily, and was evidently in earnest.
“You are jesting,” said he incredulously.
“Jestin’; no I ain’t, maister. Do ’ee see the boat out over?” he said, pointing to a small craft full of men which was being rowed swiftly round a point not more than half a mile distant; “the villains75 are after me. They might as well have tried to kitch a cunger by the tail as nab Jim Cuttance in one of his dens76, if he hadn’t bin77 forced by the softness of his ’art to pull a young fool out o’ the say. You’ll have to help me to fight, lad, as I’ve saved your life. Come, follow me to the cave.”
“But—my clothes—” said Oliver, glancing round him in search of his garments.
“They’re all safe up here; come along, sur, an’ look sharp.”
At any other time, and in other circumstances, Oliver Trembath’s fiery78 spirit would have resented the tone and manner of this man’s address, but the feeling that he owed his life to him, and that in some way he appeared to be the innocent cause of bringing misfortune on him, induced him to restrain his feelings and obey without question the mandate79 of his rescuer. Jim Cuttance led the way to a cave in the rugged80 cliffs, the low entrance to which was concealed81 by a huge mass of granite. The moment they entered several voices burst forth in abuse of the fisherman for his folly82 in exposing himself; but the latter only replied with a sarcastic83 laugh, and advised his comrades to get ready for action, for he had been seen by the enemy, who would be down on them directly. At the same time he pointed84 to Oliver’s clothes, which lay in a recess85 in the side of the cavern86.
The youth dressed himself rapidly, and, while thus engaged, observed that there were five men in the cavern, besides his guide, with whom they retired87 into the farthest recess of the place, and entered into animated88 and apparently angry, though low-toned, conversation. At length their leader, for such he evidently was, swung away from them, exclaiming, with a laugh, “Well, well, he’s a good recruit, and if he should peach on we—us can—”
He concluded the sentence with a significant grunt89.
“Now, sur,” he said, advancing with his comrade towards Oliver, who was completing his toilet, “they’ll be here in ten minutes, an’ it is expected that you will lend we a hand. Here’s a weapon for you.”
So saying, he handed a large pistol to Oliver, who received it with some hesitation90.
“I trust that your cause is a good one,” he said. “You cannot expect me to fight for you, even though I am indebted to you for my life, without knowing against whom I fight, and why.”
At this a tall thick-set man suddenly cocked his pistol, and uttering a fierce oath swore that if the stranger would not fight, he’d shoot him through the head.
“Silence, Joe Tonkin!” cried Jim Cuttance, in a tone that at once subdued91 the man.
Oliver, whose eyes had flashed like those of a tiger, drew himself up, and said— “Look at me, lads; I have no desire to boast of what I can or will do, but I assure you it would be as easy to turn back the rising tide as to force me to fight against my will—except, indeed, with yourselves. As I have said, I owe my life to your leader, and apparently have been the innocent means of drawing his enemies upon him. Gratitude92 tells me to help him if I can, and help him will if the cause be not a bad one.”
“Well spoken, sur,” said the leader, with an approving nod; “see to the weapons, Maggot, and I’ll explain it all to the gentleman.”
So saying, he too Oliver aside, told him hurriedly that the men who ere expected to attack them were fishermen belonging to a neighbouring cove52, whose mackerel nets had been accidentally cut by his boat some weeks ago, and who were bent93 on revenge, not believing that the thing had been done by accident.
“But surely you don’t mean to use fire-arms against them in such a quarrel?” said Oliver.
A sort of humorous smile crossed the swarthy countenance94 of the man as he replied—
“They will use pistols against we.”
“Be that as it may,” said Oliver; “I will never consent to risk taking the life of a countryman in such a cause.”
“But you can’t fight without a weapon,” said the man; “and sure, if ’ee don’t shut them they’ll shut you.”
“No matter, I’ll take my chance,” said Oliver; “my good cudgel would have served me well enough, but it seems to have been swept away by the sea. Here, however, is a weapon that will suit me admirably,” he added, picking up a heavy piece of driftwood that lay at his feet.
“Well, if you scat their heads with that, they won’t want powder and lead,” observed the other with a grin, as he rose and returned to the entrance of the cave, where he warned his comrades to keep as quiet as mice.
The boat which had caused so much angry discussion among the men of the cave had by this time neared the beach, and one of the crew stood up in the bow to guide her into the narrow cove, which formed but a slight protection, even in calm weather, against the violence of that surf which never ceases to grind at the hard rocks of West Cornwall. At length they effected a landing, and the crew, consisting of nine men armed with pistols and cutlasses, hurried up to the cliffs and searched for the entrance to the cavern.
While the events which have been related were taking place, the shades of evening had been gradually creeping over land and sea, and the light was at that time scarcely sufficient to permit of things being distinguished95 clearly beyond a few yards. The men in the cavern hid themselves in the dark recesses96 on each side of the entrance, ready for the approaching struggle.
Oliver crouched97 beside his rescuer with the piece of driftwood by his side. Turning suddenly to his companion, he said, in an almost inaudible whisper—
“Friend, it did not occur to me before, but the men we are about to fight with will recognise me again if we should ever chance to meet; could I not manage to disguise myself in some way?”
“If you get shut,” replied his companion in the same low tone, “it won’t matter much; but see here—shut your eyes.”
Without further remark the man took a handful of wet earth and smeared98 it over Oliver’s face, then, clapping his own “sou’-wester” on his head, he said, with a soft chuckle99, “There, your own mother wouldn’t knaw ’ee!”
Just then footsteps were heard approaching, and the shadow of a man was seen to rest for a moment on the gravel100 without. The mouth of the cave was so well hidden, however, that he failed to observe it, and passed on, followed by several of his comrades. Suddenly one of them stopped and said—
“Hold on, lads, it can’t be far off, I’m sartin’ sure; I seed ’em disappear hereabouts.”
“You’re right,” cried Jim Cuttance, with a fierce roar, as he rushed from the cavern and fired full at the man who had spoken. The others followed, and a volley of shots succeeded, while shouts of defiance101 and anger burst forth on all sides. Oliver sprang out at the same moment with the leader, and rushed on one of the boat’s crew with such violence that his foot slipped on a piece of seaweed and precipitated102 him to the ground at the man’s feet; the other, having sprung forward to meet him was unable to check himself, tripped over his shoulders, and fell on the top of him. The man named Maggot, having been in full career close behind Oliver, tumbled over both, followed by another man named John Cock. The others, observing them down, rushed with a shout to the rescue, just as Oliver, making a superhuman effort, flung the two men off his back and leaped to his feet. Maggot and the boatman also sprang up, and the latter turned and made for the boat at full speed, seeing that his comrades, overcome by the suddenness of the onset103, were in retreat, fighting as they went.
All of them succeeded in getting into the boat unharmed, and were in the act of pushing off, when Jim Cuttance, burning with indignation, leaped into the water, grasped the bow of the boat, and was about to plunge his cutlass into the back of the man nearest him, when he was seized by a strong hand from behind and held back. Next moment the boat was beyond his reach.
Turning round fiercely, the man saw that it was Oliver Trembath who had interfered104. He uttered a terrible oath, and sprang on him like a tiger; Oliver stood firm, parried with the piece of driftwood the savage105 cut which was made at his head, and with his clenched106 left hand hit his opponent such a blow on the chest as laid him flat on the sand. The man sprang up in an instant, but instead of renewing the attack, to Oliver’s surprise he came forward and held out his hand, which the youth was not unwilling107 to grasp.
“Thank ’ee, sur,” he said, somewhat sternly, “you’ve done me a sarvice; you’ve prevented me committin’ two murders, an’ taught me a lesson I never knaw’d afore—that Jim Cuttance an’t invulnerable. I don’t mind the blow, sur—not I. It wor gov’n in feer fight, an’ I was wrang.”
“I’m glad to find that you view the matter in that light,” said Oliver with a smile, “and, truly, the blow was given in self-defence by one who will never forget that he owes you his life.”
A groan108 here turned the attention of the party to one of their number who had seated himself on a rock during the foregoing dialogue.
“What! not hurt, are ’ee, Dan?” said his leader, going towards him.
To this Dan replied with another groan, and placed his hand on his hip47.
His comrades crowded round him, and, finding that he was wounded and suffering great pain, raised him in their arms and bore him into the cavern, where they laid him on the ground, and, lighting109 a candle, proceeded to examine him.
“You had better let me look at him, lads,” said Oliver, pushing the men gently aside, “I am a surgeon.”
They gave place at once, and Oliver soon found that the man had received a pistol-ball in his thigh110. Fortunately it had been turned aside in its course, and lay only a little way beneath the skin, so that it was easily extracted by means of a penknife.
“Now, friends,” said Oliver, after completing the dressing111 of the wound, “before I met with you I had missed my way while travelling to St. Just. Will one of you direct me to the right road, and I shall bid you good-night, as I think you have no further need of my services.”
The men looked at their leader, whom they evidently expected to be their spokesman.
“Well, sur, you have rendered we some help this hevenin’, both in the way o’ pickin’ out the ball an’ helpin’ to break skulls112 as well as preventin’ worse, so we can do no less than show ’ee the road; but hark ’ee, sur,” here the man became very impressive, “ef you do chance to come across any of us in your travels, you had better not knaw us, ’xcept in an or’nary way, d’ye understand? an’ us will do the same by thee.”
“Of course I will act as you wish,” said Oliver with a smile, “although I do not see why we should be ashamed of this affair, seeing that we were the party attacked. There is only one person to whom I would wish to explain the reason of my not appearing sooner, because he will probably know of the arrival in Penzance this morning of the conveyance114 that brought me to Cornwall.”
“And who may that be?” demanded Jim Cuttance.
“My uncle, Thomas Donnithorne of St. Just,” said Oliver.
“Whew!” whistled the fisherman in surprise, while all the others burst into a hearty115 fit of laughter.
“Why do you laugh?” asked Oliver.
“Oh, never mind, sur, it’s all right,” said the man with a chuckle. “Iss, you may tell Thomas Donnithorne; there won’t be no harm in tellin’ he—oh, dear no!”
Again the men laughed loud and long, and Oliver felt his powers of forbearance giving way, when Cuttance said to him: “An’ you may tell all his friends too, for they’re the right sort. Come now, Maggot here will show ’ee the way up to St. Just.”
So saying, the stout116 fisherman conducted the young surgeon to the mouth of the cavern, and shaking hands with him left him to the guidance of the man named Maggot, who led him through several lanes, until he reached the highroad between Sennen church-town and St. Just. Here he paused; told his companion to proceed straight on for about four miles or so, when he would reach the town, and bade him good-night.
“And mind ’ee, don’t go off the road, sur,” shouted Maggot, a few seconds after the young man had left him, “if ’ee don’t want to fall down a shaft117 and scat your skull113.”
Oliver, not having any desire to scat his skull, whatever that might be, assured the man that he would keep to the road carefully.
The moon shone clear in a cloudless sky, covering the wide moor and the broad Atlantic with a flood of silver light, and rendering118 the road quite distinct, so that our traveller experienced no further difficulty in pursuing his way. He hurried forward at a rapid pace, yet could not resist the temptation to pause frequently and gaze in admiration on the scene of desolate119 grandeur around him. On such occasions he found it difficult to believe that the stirring events of the last few hours were real. Indeed, if it had not been that there were certain uneasy portions of his frame—the result of his recent encounter on the beach—which afforded constant and convincing evidence that he was awake, he would have been tempted120 to believe that the adventures of that day were nothing more than a vivid dream.
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