Eve. Baring-Gould Sabine

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      ‘Is he your brother?’

      ‘We can never pull him up into that conveyance. No, we must get him astride my horse; you hold him on one side, I on the other, and so we shall get on. Come here, Watt, and lend a hand; you help also, Beauty, and see what you can do.’

      With difficulty the insensible man was raised into the saddle. He seemed to gather some slight consciousness when mounted, for he muttered something about pushing on.

      ‘You go round on the further side of the horse,’ said the man imperiously to Barbara. ‘You seem strong in the arm, possibly stronger than I am. Beauty! lead the horse.’

      ‘The boy can do that,’ said Barbara.

      ‘He don’t know the way,’ answered the man. ‘Let him come on with your old rattletrap. Upon my word, if Beauty were to throw a bridle over my head, I would be content to follow her through the world.’

      Thus they went on; the violence, of the gale had somewhat abated, but it produced a roar among the heather and gorse of the moor like that of the sea. Eve, as commanded, went before, holding the bridle. Her movements were easy, her form was graceful. She tripped lightly along with elastic step, unlike the firm tread of her sister. But then Eve was only leading, and Barbara was sustaining.

      For some distance no one spoke. It was not easy to speak so as to be heard, without raising the voice; and now the way led towards the oaks and beeches and pines about Morwell, and the roar among the branches was fiercer, louder than that among the bushes of furze.

      Presently the man cried imperiously ‘Halt!’ and stepping forward caught the bit and roughly arrested the horse. ‘I am certain we are followed.’

      ‘What if we are?’ asked Barbara.

      ‘What if we are!’ echoed the man. ‘Why, everything to me.’ He put his hands against the injured man; Barbara was sure he meant to thrust him out of the saddle, leap into it himself, and make off. She said, ‘We are followed by the boy with our gig.’

      Then he laughed. ‘Ah! I forgot that. When a man has money about him and no firearms, he is nervous in such a blast-blown desert as this, where girls who may be decoys pop out of every furze bush.’

      ‘Lead on, Eve,’ said Barbara, affronted at his insolence. She was unable to resist the impulse to say, across the horse, ‘You are not ashamed to let two girls see that you are a coward.’

      The man struck his arm across the crupper of the horse, caught her bonnet-string and tore it away.

      ‘I will beat your brains out against the saddle if you insult me.’

      ‘A coward is always cruel,’ answered Barbara; as she said this she stood off, lest he should strike again, but he took no notice of her last words, perhaps had not caught them. She said no more, deeming it unwise to provoke such a man.

      Presently, turning his head, he asked, ‘Did you call that girl – Eve?’

      ‘Yes; she is my sister.’

      ‘That is odd,’ remarked the man. ‘Eve! Eve!’

      ‘Did you call me?’ asked the young girl who was leading.

      ‘I was repeating your name, sweet as your face.’

      ‘Go on, Eve,’ said Barbara.

      The path descended, and became rough with stones.

      ‘He is moving,’ said Barbara. ‘He said something.’

      ‘Martin!’ spoke the injured man.

      ‘I am at your side, Jasper.’

      ‘I am hurt – where am I?’

      ‘I cannot tell you; heaven knows. In some God-forgotten waste.’

      ‘Do not leave me!’

      ‘Never, Jasper.’

      ‘You promise me?’

      ‘With all my heart.’

      ‘I must trust you, Martin, – trust you.’

      Then he said no more, and sank back into half-consciousness.

      ‘How much farther?’ asked the man who walked. ‘I call this a cursed long half-hour. To women time is nought; but every moment to me is of consequence. I must push on.’

      ‘You have just promised not to desert your friend, your brother.’

      ‘It pacified him, and sent him to sleep again.’

      ‘It was a promise.’

      ‘You promise a child the moon when it cries, but it never gets it. How much farther?’

      ‘We are at Morwell.’

      They issued from the lane, and were before the old gatehouse of Morwell; a light shone through the window over the entrance door.

      ‘Old Davy is up there, ill. He cannot come down. The gate is open; we will go in,’ said Barbara.

      ‘I am glad we are here,’ said the man called Martin; ‘now we must bestir ourselves.’

      Thoughtlessly he struck the horse with his whip, and the beast started, nearly precipitating the rider to the ground. The man on it groaned. The injured man was lifted down.

      ‘Eve!’ said Barbara, ‘run in and tell Jane to come out, and see that a bed be got ready at once, in the lower room.’

      Presently out came a buxom womanservant, and with her assistance the man was taken off the horse and carried indoors.

      A bedroom was on the ground-floor opening out of the hall. Into this Eve led the way with a light, and the patient was laid on a bed hastily made ready for his reception. His coat was removed, and Barbara examined the head.

      ‘Here is a gash to the bone,’ she said, ‘and much blood is flowing from it. Jane, come with me, and we will get what is necessary.’

      Martin was left alone in the room with Eve and the man called Jasper. Martin moved, so that the light fell over her; and he stood contemplating her with wonder and admiration. She was marvellously beautiful, slender, not tall, and perfectly proportioned. Her hair was of the richest auburn, full of gloss and warmth. She had the exquisite complexion that so often accompanies hair of this colour. Her eyes were large and blue. The pure oval face was set on a delicate neck, round which hung a kerchief, which she now untied and cast aside.

      ‘How lovely you are!’ said Martin. A rich blush overspread her cheek and throat, and tinged her little ears. Her eyes fell. His look was bold.

      Then, almost unconscious of what he was doing, as an act of homage, Martin removed his slouched hat, and for the first time Eve saw what he was like, when she timidly raised her eyes. With surprise she saw a young face. The man with the imperious manner was not much above twenty, and was remarkably handsome. He had dark hair, a pale skin, very large, soft dark eyes, velvety, СКАЧАТЬ