No Quarter! Part 53

Her expectancy was realised sooner than she had hoped for; the result identical to a degree of oddness. For just as upon that night at Bristol, so on this at Gloucester, Rob Wilde chanced to be guard-sergeant of the gate by which she sought admission.

And once again went their great arms around each other; their lips closing in kisses loud and fervent as ever.

"G.o.d Almighty, Win!" he exclaimed, still holding her in honest, amorous embrace, "what bet now? Why hast thee comed hither through the flood?

Dear girl! ye be's wet up to the--"

"No matter how high, Rob," she said, interrupting, "if 'twor up to the neck, there be good reasons for't."

"What reasons?"

"News I ha' brought frae Ruardean; rayther us ought say Hollymead."

"Bad news be they? I needn't axe; I see't in your face."

"Bad enough; though nothin' more than might ha' been expected after the Cavalieres bein' back at Monnerth, an' master's theer. Ye ha' heerd that, I suppose?"

"Oh, certainly! The news got here day afore yesterday, in the night.

But fra Hollymead?"

"A troop o' 'em there, numberin' nigh two hundred; horse sodjers in scarlet, wi' all sorts o' grand trappins; the Prince Rupert's they be.

Us ha' come wi' a message to Sir Richard. So I needn't tell ye who't be from."

"No, you needn't. I can guess. Then ye maun see him at once?"

"Wi' not a minute's delay. Us ha' got a letter for him; an' she as sent it sayed the deliverin' be a thing o' life an' death. I knows that myself, Rob."

"Come along, love! The colonel be in his quarters, I think. He wor by the gate here only a short whiles ago, and gied me orders for reportin'

to him there. Another kiss, Win dear, fore's we get into company."

The favour was conceded soon as asked; and, after another hug, with more, than one osculation, the two great figures moved off side by side through the darkness.

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO.

THEIR DEAR ONES IN DANGER.

As the sergeant conjectured, Colonel Walwyn was in his quarters; Eustace Trevor, his almost constant companion, along with him. The ever-active Governor of Gloucester was absent on another of his many expeditions, and had left Colonel Broughton in chief command of the garrison, Sir Richard commanding its cavalry force, with a separate jurisdiction.

The duties of the day over, with all guards stationed for the night, he, with his young troop captain, having just completed the "Grand Rounds,"

had returned to quarters, and taken seat by a brisk wood fire; the night, as already said, being chill.

Hubert was bustling about in attendance upon them; for, though a gaudy trumpeter, he took delight in serving his revered colonel in every possible capacity. There was nothing menial in waiting upon such a master--so thought the faithful henchman.

He had uncorked a bottle of claret, and placed it on the table between them, which they proceeded to discuss as they reviewed the events of the day. The knight was no anchorite, neither the _ci-devant_ gentleman-usher; both accustomed to take their wine in a moderate way.

And both habitually cheerful, save when some reverse of arms gave reason for their being otherwise.

Such there was now, or lately had been--that of Monmouth still in their minds. Sir Richard regretted not having been himself charged to keep the place he had been chiefly instrumental in capturing. Had it been so, the enemy would not so easily have retaken it. That he might well think or say, without any self-conceit. For in the most blundering manner had Major Throgmorton, left in temporary command, managed its defence; in truth, making no defence at all, but allowing the Royalists to re-enter almost without striking blow.

The affair was truly farcical, however serious for the Parliament. Its County Committee was at the time in session; decreeing fines and sequestrations against the Monmouths.h.i.+re "malignants"; when all at once confronted by the very men with whose estates and chattels they were playing at confiscation; these armed, and angrily vociferating--"Surrender! you are our prisoners!"

Never were judicial deliberations brought to a more abrupt ending; never transfer of authority more ludicrously sudden. Though it was aught but a jesting matter to the dispossessed ones, who from a comfortable council-chamber were instantly hurried off to the cells of a dismal jail.

Of course the Cavaliers made much fun over the affair; while reversely their adversaries were chagrined and humiliated by it.

Few grieved over the event in a greater degree than Colonel Walwyn and Captain Eustace Trevor; for they had special reasons.

"I only wish I'd known of that danger when we got Ma.s.sey's order to march hither," observed the former, as they sat sipping their wine.

"What would you have done, Sir Richard?"

"Disobeyed it; and marched our men in opposite direction--to Monmouth."

"Ah, true! A pity you didn't. It might have been the saving of the place."

"No use lamenting the disaster now it's done. Would that the taking of the town were all you and I, Trevor, have concern about! Unfortunately it isn't. What madness leaving the girls at Hollymead--absolute insanity?"

"It was. I thought so at the time, as did Vaga."

"Sabrina too; everybody but Powell himself. He couldn't be convinced there was any danger; and I still hope there may not be. But who knows what the upshot now? I tremble to think of it."

"It's to be regretted, we didn't more press him to come away with us."

"Oh! that would have been of no use. I did urge it on him--far as I could becomingly. But he had one of his obstinate, pig-headed fits upon him that day, and would listen to no reason. It's not pleasant having to speak so of him, whom we both look forward to as our future father-in-law; but when he's in that frame of mind Heaven and earth wouldn't move him. Nor the devil frighten him either. You remember how he braved Lunsford, and that precious cousin of yours, when they came to collect the King's loan. True, he had us, and something besides, at his back. But without that he'd have defied them all the same; ay, had the whole Royalist army been there threatening him with instant death."

"That I fully believe. Yet one cannot help admiring his independence of spirit--so much of manhood in it, and so rare!"

"Ay, true. But in that case too much recklessness. It has begot danger, and may bring disaster upon all of us--if it hasn't already."

The last words, spoken in a grave, almost despondent tone, fell unpleasantly on the ear of Eustace Trevor, already sufficiently apprehensive of the thing hinted at.

"In what way, colonel?" he queried anxiously. "Are you thinking of any special danger?"

"I am, indeed; and to our dear ones."

"But how? From what--whom?"

"Rather ask 'from where?' and I'll answer 'Monmouth.' Now that the Royalists are masters there, almost for certain they'll be raiding up into the Forest; and likely, too likely, a party pay visit to Hollymead.

That, as you know, Trevor, were danger enough to those we have fears for?"

"But now that their father has gone to fetch them away? He should be there long before this."

"And long before this may be too late. Just what I'm most anxious about--the time of his arrival at Hollymead; for I know he won't stay there an instant. Poor man! he's sadly repentant of his imprudent act, and will make all haste to bring them back with him. The fear is of the flood having delayed him too long at starting--my fear."

"Good Heavens?" exclaimed the young officer; "let us hope not."

"If Ma.s.sey were here," continued the other, a thought striking him, "I'd ask leave to go after him. Indeed, I feel half-inclined to take it, without asking."