There Amyas sat a full half-hour, and glanced at whiles from Frank to look upon the scene around.Outside the southwest wind blew fresh and strong, and the moonlight danced upon a thousand crests of foam; but within the black jagged point which sheltered the town, the sea did but heave, in long oily swells of rolling silver, onward into the black shadow of the hills, within which the town and pier lay invisible, save where a twinkling light gave token of some lonely fisher's wife, watching the weary night through for the boat which would return with dawn.Here and there upon the sea, a black speck marked a herring-boat, drifting with its line of nets;and right off the mouth of the glen, Amyas saw, with a beating heart, a large two-masted vessel lying-to--that must be the "Portugal"! Eagerly he looked up the glen, and listened; but he heard nothing but the sweeping of the wind across the downs five hundred feet above, and the sough of the waterfall upon the rocks below; he saw nothing but the vast black sheets of oak-wood sloping up to the narrow blue sky above, and the broad bright hunter's moon, and the woodcocks, which, chuckling to each other, hawked to and fro, like swallows, between the tree-tops and the sky.
At last he heard a rustle of the fallen leaves; he shrank closer and closer into the darkness of the bank.Then swift light steps--not down the path, from above, but upward, from below; his heart beat quick and loud.And in another half-minute a man came in sight, within three yards of Frank's hiding-place.
Frank sprang out instantly.Amyas saw his bright blade glance in the clear October moonlight.
"Stand in the queen's name!"
The man drew a pistol from under his cloak, and fired full in his face.Had it happened in these days of detonators, Frank's chance had been small; but to get a ponderous wheel-lock under weigh was a longer business, and before the fizzing of the flint had ceased, Frank had struck up the pistol with his rapier, and it exploded harmlessly over his head.The man instantly dashed the weapon in his face and closed.
The blow, luckily, did not take effect on that delicate forehead, but struck him on the shoulder: nevertheless, Frank, who with all his grace and agility was as fragile as a lily, and a very bubble of the earth, staggered, and lost his guard, and before he could recover himself, Amyas saw a dagger gleam, and one, two, three blows fiercely repeated.
Mad with fury, he was with them in an instant.They were scuffling together so closely in the shade that he was afraid to use his sword point; but with the hilt he dealt a single blow full on the ruffian's cheek.It was enough; with a hideous shriek, the fellow rolled over at his feet, and Amyas set his foot on him, in act to run him through.
"Stop! stay!" almost screamed Frank; "it is Eustace! our cousin Eustace!" and he leant against a tree.
Amyas sprang towards him: but Frank waved him off.
"It is nothing--a scratch.He has papers: I am sure of it.Take them; and for God's sake let him go!""Villain! give me your papers!" cried Amyas, setting his foot once more on the writhing Eustace, whose jaw was broken across.
"You struck me foully from behind," moaned he, his vanity and envy even then coming out, in that faint and foolish attempt to prove Amyas not so very much better a man.
"Hound, do you think that I dare not strike you in front? Give me your papers, letters, whatever Popish devilry you carry; or as Ilive, I will cut off your head, and take them myself, even if it cost me the shame of stripping your corpse.Give them up!
Traitor, murderer! give them, I say!" And setting his foot on him afresh, he raised his sword.
Eustace was usually no craven: but he was cowed.Between agony and shame, he had no heart to resist.Martyrdom, which looked so splendid when consummated selon les regles on Tower Hill or Tyburn, before pitying, or (still better) scoffing multitudes, looked a confused, dirty, ugly business there in the dark forest; and as he lay, a stream of moonlight bathed his mighty cousin's broad clear forehead, and his long golden locks, and his white terrible blade, till he seemed, to Eustace's superstitious eye, like one of those fair young St.Michaels trampling on the fiend, which he had seen abroad in old German pictures.He shuddered; pulled a packet from his bosom, and threw it from him, murmuring, "I have not given it.""Swear to me that these are all the papers which you have in cipher or out of cipher.Swear on your soul, or you die!"Eustace swore.
"Tell me, who are your accomplices?"
"Never!" said Eustace."Cruel! have you not degraded me enough already?" and the wretched young man burst into tears, and hid his bleeding face in his hands.
One hint of honor made Amyas as gentle as a lamb.He lifted Eustace up, and bade him run for his life.
"I am to owe my life, then, to you?"
"Not in the least; only to your being a Leigh.Go, or it will be worse for you!" And Eustace went; while Amyas, catching up the precious packet, hurried to Frank.He had fainted already, and his brother had to carry him as far as the park before he could find any of the other watchers.The blind, as far as they were concerned, was complete.They had heard and seen nothing.
Whosoever had brought the packet had landed they knew not where;and so all returned to the court, carrying Frank, who recovered gradually, having rather bruises than wounds; for his foe had struck wildly, and with a trembling hand.
Half-an-hour after, Amyas, Mr.Cary, and his son Will were in deep consultation over the following epistle, the only paper in the packet which was not in cipher:--"'DEAR BROTHER N.S.in Chto.et Ecclesia.
"This is to inform you and the friends of the cause, that S.
