The Maroon Part 27

"Mr Ravener here will bring the charge. I've got nothing to do with that part of it. You must come before the nearest justice. I reckon the nighest justice from here is the Custos Vaughan?"

This half-interrogatory of the constable was addressed, not to Herbert, but to his own followers. Though it was spoken rather in an undertone, the young man heard it with sufficient distinctness, and with very little complacency. To be carried back into the presence of his uncle-- whom he had so lately defied--and in the character of a felon; to be brought, under such humiliating circ.u.mstances, before the eyes of his fair cousin--before the eye-gla.s.s of his late fellow-pa.s.senger--was a prospect that could not fail to be unpleasant.

It was a sort of relief, therefore, when Ravener--who appeared to use some guiding influence over the constable and his _posse comitatus_-- overruled the suggestion that Mr Vaughan was the nearest magistrate, and claimed that honour for Jacob Jessuron, Esquire, of the Happy Valley.

After some discussion between the parties upon this moot legal point, the overseer's opinion was adopted: and it was determined that the case should be carried before Justice Jessuron.

Both Herbert and his guide were then formally arrested in the name of the king, and marched off in custody--not without some very vociferous protestations on the part of Quaco, with a long string of threats that he would some day make both constable and overseer pay for this outrage upon the person of a free Maroon.

Volume One, Chapter x.x.x.

A JAMAICA JUSTICE.

Jessuron, Esquire, held court in the verandah of his dingy dwelling-house, where we have already seen him a.s.sisting at a different spectacle.

He was now seated, with a small table before him, covered with a piece of green baize, and carrying a gold snuff-box, an inkstand, pens, and some sheets of paper.

A book or two lay upon the table, one of which, by the lettering upon its cover, proclaimed its t.i.tle and character--_The Jamaica Justice_.

It was bound in black leather--a colour sufficiently emblematic of the chief subject on which it treated: for more than four-fifths of the laws and regulations it contained, related to creatures with black skins.

The Justice was in full costume, as the occasion required--that is, he wore his best blue body-coat with gilt b.u.t.tons, his drab small-clothes and top-boots. The brownish beaver had been laid aside: as the sanct.i.ty of justice requires even the judge's head to be uncovered; but the white cotton skull-cap still remained upon his cranium; justice in Jamaica not being so rigorous as to exact its removal.

With the spectacles well set upon his nose, and his thin face screwed into an expression of pompous importance, Squire Jessuron sate behind his bench, waiting till the parties to the suit should get well into their places.

He was sole justice present; but, of course, it was merely a "preliminary inquiry before a magistrate." To have tried a white criminal on the serious charge brought against Herbert Vaughan, would have required a fuller bench--at least three magistrates, and one of them a custos.

Jessuron's power could go no farther than to _commit_ the presumed criminal to prison, until a more formal process should be organised against him.

Herbert had been brought up in front of the table--his captor, the constable, and one or two of the _posse_ standing behind him. On the right side appeared Ravener, backed by the two Spanish _cacadores_; the last-mentioned worthies no longer--as had formerly been their constant custom--attended by their canine companions.

Quaco had been left in the yard below--unguarded--since there was, in reality, no charge against _him_.

There was one other witness to this magisterial trial--the daughter of the Justice himself. Yes, the fair Judith was present--as on all important occasions; but this time not conspicuously so. On the contrary, she was seated in a window that opened on the verandah, her beautiful face half-concealed behind the netted fringe-work of the curtains. The position enabled her to observe what was pa.s.sing, without formally exposing her own person to view.

Her face was not altogether hidden; and her white s.h.i.+ning forehead and dark l.u.s.trous eyes, gleaming through the gauzy muslin that veiled them, only appeared more piquantly attractive.

It was evident, from her actions, that the gentle Judith had no intention of remaining unseen. There were several rather good-looking men in the party that accompanied the constable--young planters he had picked up by the way--and who desired nothing better than a lark of this kind. From the moment that these had entered the courtyard, the fair mistress of the mansion had remained almost constantly by the window.

It was only, however, after the people had got grouped in the gallery, that she took her seat behind the curtain, and entered upon a more minute inspection of their faces and persons.

She was not long engaged in this game, when a change might have been observed pa.s.sing over her countenance.

At first her eyes had wandered from face to face with rather a sneering, cynical expression--such as the Jewess well knew how to put on. All at once, however, her gaze became fixed; and the contemptuous smile gradually gave place to a look of more serious regard.

By following the direction of her eyes, the object of this regard could easily be discovered. It was the "prisoner at the bar!"

What was the meaning of that gaze? Sympathy for the accused?

She knew why the young man was there. Ravener had already informed her father of all that had transpired, and the daughter had heard the tale.

Was it a generous pity for the position in which this unknown youth was placed, that was now stirring within the breast of the fair Judith, and had produced that sudden change in the expression of her countenance?

Hers was hardly the soul for such a sentiment.

Certainly, however, she was actuated by some motive different from the common: for as the trial progressed she no longer looked stealthily from behind the curtain; but having drawn it to one side, she directed her full glance on the stranger, and kept her eyes fixed upon him, apparently regardless of any observation which her conduct might call forth!

Her father, whose back was towards her, saw nothing of this; though it was not unnoticed by the others.

The young Englishman--though little disposed at that moment to the contemplation of aught beyond his own unpleasant position--could not help observing the beautiful face directly opposite to where he stood; nor did he fail to notice the peculiar glances with which he was being regarded.

Was the old man, before whom he stood on trial, the father of that fair creature at the window? Such was his interrogative reflection, as he glanced inquiringly from one to the other.

Some time had been occupied by the overseer in telling his story--to substantiate the charge he had made. That done, the prisoner was put upon his defence.

"Young man!" said the Justice, "you have heard what thish witness alleges against you. What hash you to say in your defence? And first tell ush what's your name?"

"Herbert Vaughan."

Jessuron re-adjusted his spectacles, and looked at the prisoner with some show of surprise. The bystanders--stolid constable and all--seemed a little startled. Quaco, whose colossal form rose above the railings in the background, uttered a grunt of satisfaction on hearing the young man's name--which he had not known before--a name all-powerful in the district, being that of the mighty Custos himself!

There was one upon whom the words appeared to produce an impression different from that of mere surprise. A glance of anger shot from the dark eyes of the Jewess as she heard it p.r.o.nounced, and the look of sympathy for the moment disappeared. Evidently, to her the name was distasteful.

"Herbert Vochan?" repeated the Justice. "Might you be any kinshman of Mishter Vochan of Mount Welcome?"

"His nephew," was the laconic reply.

"Ah! hish nephew! Bless me! ish that true?"

This announcement, as testified by his speech, produced a sudden commotion in the mind of the Jew-justice. From some little that was known of his secret hostility towards his neighbour of Mount Welcome-- Ravener knew more than a little--it might have been expected that the discovery of the relations.h.i.+p of the prisoner would have put him in high glee. To be sitting in judgment upon the near kinsman of the Custos-- accused of a serious crime, too--was a proud position for Jacob Jessuron, who could remember many a slight he had received from the haughty lord of Mount Welcome. What a splendid _revanche_!

Certainly the manner of the Justice, on learning who was before him, seemed to indicate that such were his reflections. He rubbed his skinny hands together; helped himself from his gold snuff-box; gleefully smiled from behind his gla.s.ses, which were once more s.h.i.+fted upon the sharp ridge of his nose; and then, bending his face forward over the table, he remained for some moments smiling, but silent and thoughtful, as if considering how he should proceed.

After a time he raised his eyes, and freshly scrutinised the prisoner-- who had already returned an affirmative answer to his last query.

"Blesh my soul!--I never knew that Mishter Vochan had a nephew! You are from England, young man? Hash your uncle any more English nephews?"

"Not that I am aware of," replied Herbert, frankly. "I believe I am his only relative of that kind--in England, at least."

The proviso in this reply betrayed a significant fact: that the young man was not very well acquainted with the family affairs of his colonial kinsman.

The astute Justice did not fail to notice this deficiency in the nephew's knowledge.

"How long hash you been in Shamaica?" asked he, as if endeavouring to arrive at an explanation of some point that was puzzling him.

"A night, and part of two days--in all, about twenty-four hours,"

replied Herbert, with scrupulous exactness.

"Blesh my soul!" again exclaimed the Justice; "only twenty-four hours!

It'sh a wonder you're not at your uncle's house? You hash been there?"

"Oh, yes," answered Herbert, carelessly.