``Mine heaven, Mr.Oldenbuck! what usage is this to your old friend, when I tell you so plain as I can speak, dat if you go now, you will not get so much treasure as one poor shabby sixpence?''
``I will try the experiment, however, and you shall be dealt with according to its success,--always with Sir Arthur's permission.''
Sir Arthur, during this investigation, had looked extremely embarrassed, and, to use a vulgar but expressive phrase, chop-fallen.
Oldbuck's obstinate disbelief led him strongly to suspect the imposture of Dousterswivel, and the adept's mode of keeping his ground was less resolute than he had expected.Yet he did not entirely give him up.
``Mr.Oldbuck,'' said the Baronet, ``you do Mr.Dousterswivel less than justice.He has undertaken to make this discovery by the use of his art, and by applying characters descriptive of the Intelligences presiding over the planetary hour in which the experiment is to be made; and you require him to proceed, under pain of punishment, without allowing him the use of any of the preliminaries which he considers as the means of procuring success.''
``I did not say that exactly--I only required him to be present when we make the search, and not to leave us during the interval.I fear he may have some intelligence with the Intelligences you talk of, and that whatever may be now hidden at Saint Ruth may disappear before we get there.''
``Well, gentlemens,'' said Dousterswivel, sullenly, ``I will make no objections to go along with you but I tell you beforehand, you shall not find so much of anything as shall be worth your going twenty yard from your own gate.''
``We will put that to a fair trial,'' said the Antiquary; and the Baronet's equipage being ordered, Miss Wardour received an intimation from her father, that she was to remain at Monkbarns until his return from an airing.The young lady was somewhat at a loss to reconcile this direction with the communication which she supposed must have passed between Sir Arthur and the Antiquary; but she was compelled, for the present, to remain in a most unpleasant state of suspense.
The journey of the treasure-seekers was melancholy enough.
Dousterswivel maintained a sulky silence, brooding at once over disappointed expectation and the risk of punishment; Sir Arthur, whose golden dreams had been gradually fading away, surveyed, in gloomy prospect, the impending difficulties of his situation; and Oldbuck, who perceived that his having so far interfered in his neighbours affairs gave the Baronet a right to expect some actual and efficient assistance, sadly pondered to what extent it would be necessary to draw open the strings of his purse.Thus each being wrapped in his own unpleasant ruminations, there was hardly a word said on either side, until they reached the Four Horse-shoes, by which sign the little inn was distinguished.They procured at this place the necessary assistance and implements for digging, and, while they were busy about these preparations, were suddenly joined by the old beggar, Edie Ochiltree.
``The Lord bless your honour,'' began the Blue-Gown, with the genuine mendicant whine, ``and long life to you!--weel pleased am I to hear that young Captain M`Intyre is like to be on his legs again sune--Think on your poor bedesman the day.''
``Aha, old true-penny!'' replied the Antiquary.``Why, thou hast never come to Monkbarns since thy perils by rock and flood--here's something for thee to buy snuff,''--and, fumbling for his purse, he pulled out at the same time the horn which enclosed the coins.
``Ay, and there's something to pit it in,'' said the mendicant, eyeing the ram's horn--``that loom's an auld acquaintance o'
mine.I could take my aith to that sneeshing-mull amang a thousand--I carried it for mony a year, till I niffered it for this tin ane wi' auld George Glen, the dammer and sinker, when he took a fancy till't doun at Glen-Withershins yonder.''
``Ay! indeed?'' said Oldbuck;--``so you exchanged it with a miner? but I presume you never saw it so well filled before''
--and opening it, he showed the coins.
``Troth, ye may swear that, Monkbarns: when it was mine it neer had abune the like o' saxpenny worth o' black rappee in't at ance.But I reckon ye'll be gaun to mak an antic o't, as ye hae dune wi' mony an orra thing besides.Od, Iwish anybody wad mak an antic o' me; but mony ane will find worth in rousted bits o' capper and horn and airn, that care unco little about an auld carle o' their ain country and kind.''
``You may now guess,'' said Oldbuck, turning to Sir Arthur, ``to whose good offices you were indebted the other night.To trace this cornucopia of yours to a miner, is bringing it pretty near a friend of ours--I hope we shall be as successful this morning, without paying for it.''
``And whare is your honours gaun the day,'' said the mendicant, ``wi' a' your picks and shules?--Od, this will be some o'
your tricks, Monkbarns: ye'll be for whirling some o' the auld monks down by yonder out o' their graves afore they hear the last call--but, wi' your leave, I'se follow ye at ony rate, and see what ye mak o't.''
The party soon arrived at the ruins of the priory, and, having gained the chancel, stood still to consider what course they were to pursue next.The Antiquary, meantime, addressed the adept.
``Pray, Mr.Dousterswivel, what is your advice in this matter?
Shall we have most likelihood of success if we dig from east to west, or from west to east?--or will you assist us with your triangular vial of May-dew, or with your divining-rod of witches-hazel?
--or will you have the goodness to supply us with a few thumping blustering terms of art, which, if they fail in our present service, may at least be useful to those who have not the happiness to be bachelors, to still their brawling children withal?''
``Mr.Oldenbuck,'' said Dousterswivel, doggedly, ``I have told you already that you will make no good work at all, and Iwill find some way of mine own to thank you for your civilities to me--yes, indeed.''