Kill one"s fellow-creeturs off, with muskets!--Pah!" and hisnature so revolted at the bare idea, that he spat upon the dungeonpavement.
His warming on this topic, which to one unacquainted with hispursuits and tastes appeared like courage; together with his artfulsuppression of his own secret hopes, and mention of himself asbeing in the same condition with Hugh; did more to soothe thatruffian than the most elaborate arguments could have done, or themost abject submission. He rested his arms upon his knees, andstooping forward, looked from beneath his shaggy hair at Dennis,with something of a smile upon his face.
"The fact is, brother," said the hangman, in a tone of greaterconfidence, "that you got into bad company. The man that was with you was looked after more than you, and it was him I wanted. As tome, what have I got by it? Here we are, in one and the same plight."
"Lookee, rascal," said Hugh, contracting his brows, "I"m notaltogether such a shallow blade but I know you expected to getsomething by it, or you wouldn"t have done it. But it"s done, andyou"re here, and it will soon be all over with you and me; and I"das soon die as live, or live as die. Why should I trouble myselfto have revenge on you? To eat, and drink, and go to sleep, aslong as I stay here, is all I care for. If there was but a littlemore sun to bask in, than can find its way into this cursed place,I"d lie in it all day, and not trouble myself to sit or stand uponce. That"s all the care I have for myself. Why should I carefor YOU?"
Finishing this speech with a growl like the yawn of a wild beast,he stretched himself upon the bench again, and closed his eyes oncemore.
After looking at him in silence for some moments, Dennis, who wasgreatly relieved to find him in this mood, drew the chair towardshis rough couch and sat down near him--taking the precaution,however, to keep out of the range of his brawny arm.
"Well said, brother; nothing could be better said," he ventured toobserve. "We"ll eat and drink of the best, and sleep our best, andmake the best of it every way. Anything can be got for money.
Let"s spend it merrily."
"Ay," said Hugh, coiling himself into a new position.--"Where is it?"
"Why, they took mine from me at the lodge," said Mr Dennis; "butmine"s a peculiar case."
"Is it? They took mine too."
"Why then, I tell you what, brother," Dennis began. "You must lookup your friends--"
"My friends!" cried Hugh, starting up and resting on his hands.
"Where are my friends?"
"Your relations then," said Dennis.
"Ha ha ha!" laughed Hugh, waving one arm above his head. "He talksof friends to me--talks of relations to a man whose mother died the death in store for her son, and left him, a hungry brat, without aface he knew in all the world! He talks of this to me!"
"Brother," cried the hangman, whose features underwent a suddenchange, "you don"t mean to say--"
"I mean to say," Hugh interposed, "that they hung her up at Tyburn.
What was good enough for her, is good enough for me. Let them dothe like by me as soon as they please--the sooner the better. Sayno more to me. I"m going to sleep."
"But I want to speak to you; I want to hear more about that," saidDennis, changing colour.
"If you"re a wise man," growled Hugh, raising his head to look athim with a frown, "you"ll hold your tongue. I tell you I"m goingto sleep."
Dennis venturing to say something more in spite of this caution,the desperate fellow struck at him with all his force, and missinghim, lay down again with many muttered oaths and imprecations, andturned his face towards the wall. After two or three ineffectualtwitches at his dress, which he was hardy enough to venture upon, notwithstanding his dangerous humour, Mr Dennis, who burnt, forreasons of his own, to pursue the conversation, had no alternativebut to sit as patiently as he could: waiting his further pleasure.