"He has changed shadows with a woman," the idiot whispered in his ear, and then fell back with a look of triumph. "Her shadow"s always with him, and his with her. That"s sport I think, eh?"
"Barnaby," said the locksmith, with a grave look; "come hither, lad."
"I know what you want to say. I know!" he replied, keeping away from him. "But I"m cunning, I"m silent. I only say so much to you--are you ready?" As he spoke, he caught up the light, and waved it with a wild laugh above his head.
"Softly--gently," said the locksmith, exerting all his influence to keep him calm and quiet. "I thought you had been asleep."
"So I HAVE been asleep," he rejoined, with widely-opened eyes.
"There have been great faces coming and going--close to my face,and then a mile away--low places to creep through, whether I would or no--high churches to fall down from--strange creatures crowded up together neck and heels, to sit upon the bed--that"s sleep, eh?"
"Dreams, Barnaby, dreams," said the locksmith.
"Dreams!" he echoed softly, drawing closer to him. "Those are not dreams."
"What are," replied the locksmith, "if they are not?"
"I dreamed," said Barnaby, passing his arm through Varden"s, and peering close into his face as he answered in a whisper, "I dreamed just now that something--it was in the shape of a man--followed me-came softly after me--wouldn"t let me be--but was always hiding and crouching, like a cat in dark corners, waiting till I should pass; when it crept out and came softly after me.--Did you ever see me run?"
"Many a time, you know."
"You never saw me run as I did in this dream. Still it came creeping on to worry me. Nearer, nearer, nearer--I ran faster-leaped--sprung out of bed, and to the window--and there, in the street below--but he is waiting for us. Are you coming?"
"What in the street below, Barnaby?" said Varden, imagining that he traced some connection between this vision and what had actually occurred.
Barnaby looked into his face, muttered incoherently, waved the light above his head again, laughed, and drawing the locksmith"s arm more tightly through his own, led him up the stairs in silence.
They entered a homely bedchamber, garnished in a scanty way with chairs, whose spindle-shanks bespoke their age, and other furniture of very little worth; but clean and neatly kept. Reclining in an easy-chair before the fire, pale and weak from waste of blood, was Edward Chester, the young gentleman who had been the first to quit the Maypole on the previous night, and who, extending his hand to the locksmith, welcomed him as his preserver and friend.
"Say no more, sir, say no more," said Gabriel. "I hope I would have done at least as much for any man in such a strait, and most of all for you, sir. A certain young lady," he added, with some hesitation, "has done us many a kind turn, and we naturally feel--I hope I give you no offence in saying this, sir?"
The young man smiled and shook his head; at the same time moving in his chair as if in pain.
"It"s no great matter," he said, in answer to the locksmith"s sympathising look, "a mere uneasiness arising at least as much from being cooped up here, as from the slight wound I have, or from the loss of blood. Be seated, Mr Varden."
"If I may make so bold, Mr Edward, as to lean upon your chair," returned the locksmith, accommodating his action to his speech, and bending over him, "I"ll stand here for the convenience of speaking low. Barnaby is not in his quietest humour to-night, and at such times talking never does him good."
They both glanced at the subject of this remark, who had taken a seat on the other side of the fire, and, smiling vacantly, was making puzzles on his fingers with a skein of string.
"Pray, tell me, sir," said Varden, dropping his voice still lower, "exactly what happened last night. I have my reason for inquiring.
You left the Maypole, alone?"
"And walked homeward alone, until I had nearly reached the place where you found me, when I heard the gallop of a horse."
"Behind you?" said the locksmith.
"Indeed, yes--behind me. It was a single rider, who soon overtook me, and checking his horse, inquired the way to London."
"You were on the alert, sir, knowing how many highwaymen there are, scouring the roads in all directions?" said Varden.
"I was, but I had only a stick, having imprudently left my pistols in their holster-case with the landlord"s son. I directed him as he desired. Before the words had passed my lips, he rode upon me furiously, as if bent on trampling me down beneath his horse"s hoofs. In starting aside, I slipped and fell. You found me with this stab and an ugly bruise or two, and without my purse--in which he found little enough for his pains. And now, Mr Varden," he added, shaking the locksmith by the hand, "saving the extent of my gratitude to you, you know as much as I."
"Except," said Gabriel, bending down yet more, and looking cautiously towards their silent neighhour, "except in respect of the robber himself. What like was he, sir? Speak low, if you please. Barnaby means no harm, but I have watched him oftener than you, and I know, little as you would think it, that he"s listening now."
It required a strong confidence in the locksmith"s veracity to lead any one to this belief, for every sense and faculty that Barnahy possessed, seemed to be fixed upon his game, to the exclusion of all other things. Something in the young man"s face expressed this opinion, for Gabriel repeated what he had just said, more earnestly than before, and with another glance towards Barnaby, again asked what like the man was.
"The night was so dark," said Edward, "the attack so sudden, and he so wrapped and muffled up, that I can hardly say. It seems that--"
"Don"t mention his name, sir," returned the locksmith, following his look towards Barnaby; "I know HE saw him. I want to know what YOU saw."
"All I remember is," said Edward, "that as he checked his horse his hat was blown off. He caught it, and replaced it on his head, which I observed was bound with a dark handkerchief. A stranger entered the Maypole while I was there, whom I had not seen--for I had sat apart for reasons of my own--and when I rose to leave the room and glanced round, he was in the shadow of the chimney and hidden from my sight. But, if he and the robber were two different persons, their voices were strangely and most remarkably alike; for directly the man addressed me in the road, I recognised his speech again."