Eve. Baring-Gould Sabine

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      As he swept past, Eve distinguished the imp-like form of a boy. That wholly unnerved her. She uttered a piercing shriek, and clasped her hands over her eyes.

      The first horse had passed, the second was abreast of the girls when that cry rang out. The horse plunged, and in a moment horse and rider crashed down, and appeared to dissolve into the ground.

       CHAPTER IV.

      EVE’S RING

      Some moments elapsed before Barbara recovered her surprise, then she spoke a word of encouragement to Eve, who was in an ecstasy of terror, and tried to disengage herself from her arms, and master the frightened horse sufficiently to allow her to descend. A thorn tree tortured by the winds stood solitary at a little distance, at a mound which indicated the presence of a former embankment. Barbara brought the cob and gig to it, there descended, and fastened the horse to the tree. Then she helped her sister out of the vehicle.

      ‘Do not be alarmed, Eve. There is nothing here supernatural to dismay you, only a pair of farmers who have been drinking, and one has tumbled off his horse. We must see that he has not broken his neck.’ But Eve clung to her in frantic terror, and would not allow her to disengage herself. In the meantime, by the sickle moon, now sailing clear of the clouds, they could see that the first rider had reined in his horse and turned.

      ‘Jasper!’ he called, ‘what is the matter?’

      No answer came. He rode back to the spot where the second horse had fallen, and dismounted.

      ‘What has happened?’ screamed the boy. ‘I must get down also.’

      The man who had dismounted pointed to the white stone and said, ‘Hold the horse and stay there till you are wanted. I must see what cursed mischance has befallen Jasper.’

      Eve was somewhat reassured at the sound of human voices, and she allowed Barbara to release herself, and advance into the road.

      ‘Who are you?’ asked the horseman.

      ‘Only a girl. Can I help? Is the man hurt?’

      ‘Hurt, of course. He hasn’t fallen into a feather bed, or – by good luck – into a furze brake.’

      The horse that had fallen struggled to rise.

      ‘Out of the way,’ said the man, ‘I must see that the brute does not trample on him.’ He helped the horse to his feet; the animal was much shaken and trembled.

      ‘Hold the bridle, girl.’ Barbara obeyed. Then the man went to his fallen comrade and spoke to him, but received no answer. He raised his arms, and tried if any bones were broken, then he put his hand to the heart. ‘Give the boy the bridle, and come here, you girl. Help me to loosen his neck-cloth. Is there water near?’

      ‘None; we are at the highest point of the moor.’

      ‘Damn it! There is water everywhere in over-abundance in this country, except where it is wanted.’

      ‘He is alive,’ said Barbara, kneeling and raising the head of the prostrate, insensible man. ‘He is stunned, but he breathes.’

      ‘Jasper!’ shouted the man who was unhurt, ‘for God’s sake, wake up. You know I can’t remain here all night.’

      No response.

      ‘This is desperate. I must press forward. Fatalities always occur when most inconvenient. I was born to ill-luck. No help, no refuge near.’

      ‘I am by as help; my home not far distant,’ said Barbara, ‘for a refuge.’

      ‘O yes —you! What sort of help is that? Your house! I can’t diverge five miles out of my road for that.’

      ‘We live not half an hour from this point.’

      ‘O yes – half an hour multiplied by ten. You women don’t know how to calculate distances, or give a decent direction.’

      ‘The blood is flowing from his head,’ said Barbara: ‘it is cut. He has fallen on a stone.’

      ‘What the devil is to be done? I cannot stay.’

      ‘Sir,’ said Barbara, ‘of course you stay by your comrade. Do you think to leave him half dead at night to the custody of two girls, strangers, on a moor?’

      ‘You don’t understand,’ answered the man; ‘I cannot and I will not stay.’ He put his hand to his head. ‘How far to your home?’

      ‘I have told you, half-an-hour.’

      ‘Honour bright – no more?’

      ‘I said, half-an-hour.’

      ‘Good God, Watt! always a fool?’ He turned sharply towards the lad who was seated on the stone. The boy had unslung a violin from his back, taken it from its case, had placed it under his chin, and drawn the bow across the strings.

      ‘Have done, Watt! Let go the horses, have you? What a fate it is for a man to be cumbered with helpless, useless companions.’

      ‘Jasper’s horse is lame,’ answered the boy, ‘so I have tied the two together, the sound and the cripple, and neither can get away.’

      ‘Like me with Jasper. Damnation – but I must go! I dare not stay.’

      The boy swung his bow in the moonlight, and above the raging of the wind rang out the squeal of the instrument. Eve looked at him, scared. He seemed some goblin perched on the stone, trying with his magic fiddle to work a spell on all who heard its tones. The boy satisfied himself that his violin was in order, and then put it once more in its case, and cast it over his back.

      ‘How is Jasper?’ he shouted; but the man gave him no answer.

      ‘Half-an-hour! Half an eternity to me,’ growled the man. ‘However, one is doomed to sacrifice self for others. I will take him to your house and leave him there. Who live at your house? Are there many men there?’

      ‘There is only old Christopher Davy at the lodge, but he is ill with rheumatics. My father is away.’ Barbara regretted having said this the moment the words escaped her.

      The stranger looked about him uneasily, then up at the moon. ‘I can’t spare more than half-an-hour.’

      Then Barbara said undauntedly, ‘No man, under any circumstances, can desert a fellow in distress, leaving him, perhaps, to die. You must lift him into our gig, and we will convey him to Morwell. Then go your way if you will. My sister and I will take charge of him, and do our best for him till you can return.’

      ‘Return!’ muttered the man scornfully. ‘Christian cast his burden before the cross. He didn’t return to pick it up again.’

      Barbara waxed wroth.

      ‘If the accident had happened to you, would your friend have excused himself and deserted you?’

      ‘Oh!’ exclaimed the man carelessly, ‘of course he would not.’

      ‘Yet you are eager to leave him.’

      ‘You do not understand. The cases are widely different.’ СКАЧАТЬ