Fast as the Wind: A Novel. Gould Nat

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      "Is that your news?"

      "Yes."

      "There have been several escapes lately."

      "But they've all been caught in no time; this chap ain't, and by gum, lad, if he come'd my way I'd help him out. I don't believe they'll get him; at least I hopes not."

      "They'll have him right enough," said Dick. "A convict at large is a danger to all on the moor."

      "This one ain't," said Brack. "'Sides, he may be innocent."

      "Innocent men don't get into Princetown," said Dick.

      "That's just where yer wrong," said Brack. "I've a brother in there now, and he's innocent, I'll swear it."

      Dick maintained a diplomatic silence.

      "Of course you'll not believe it, but it'll come out some day. He was on a man-o-warsman, and they lagged him for knocking a petty officer overboard; the chap was drowned, but Bill swore he never had a hand in it, and I believes him. At the trial it came out Bill had a down on the man; and no wonder – he was a brute, and a good riddance."

      "Do you know who knocked him over?"

      "No, but it's my firm belief Bill does, and that he's sufferin' for another, won't give him away."

      Dick smiled.

      "You don't know Bill; I does," said Brack emphatically.

      "But what about this man who escaped? Why do you think he'll get away?"

      "'Cause he's a good plucked 'un, a fighter, a brave man," said Brack.

      "In what way?"

      "They put bloodhounds on his track. One brute got away, they didn't find him for three days, when they did – ," Brack hesitated; he wished to rouse his listener's attention. He succeeded.

      "Go on," said Dick eagerly.

      "The trackers found the hound dead, and alongside him was a suit of convict clothes – nice well marked suits, ain't they; you can't mistake 'em," said Brack.

      "You don't mean to say the fellow killed the hound, and left his clothes beside it!" exclaimed Dick.

      "That's just what I have said, mister. Clever, weren't it? When the other hound found his mate, he found the clothes, and he lost the scent."

      "How?"

      "'Cause the man must have fled stark naked, and the hound only had the scent of his clothes; must have been that, 'cause he couldn't follow him. He'll get off right enough – you see if he don't. I wish Bill could do the same."

      "How did he kill the hound?" asked Dick. "And where did you hear all this?"

      "Strangled it. He's a good 'un he is; I'd like to have seen it. As for how I come to know by it, one of the men from the prison was here. He questioned me," said Brack with a grin. "Asked me if I'd seen a man like the one he gave a description of."

      "What did you say?" asked Dick.

      "Kept him talking for half an hour or more, gave 'im heaps of information. I filled him up, never you fear."

      "But you didn't see the man?" said Dick.

      "Lor' no! Wish I had, and that he was stowed away somewhere. I told the fellow I'd seen just such a man as he described, with his hands bound up in bandages, and a cloth round his neck. Said he'd a suit of old sailor's togs on, and that he went out in a boat with a lot of rowdy fellers to a 'tramp' in the Bay, and he didn't come back," chuckled Brack.

      "And what was the result of your false information?" asked Dick.

      "I'll tell you what the result will be. It will put 'em off the scent; they'll think he's gone off on the 'tramp' to London, and they'll give him a rest on the moor for a bit," said Brack.

      "You think the man is still on the moor?"

      "'Course; where else should he be?"

      "Then he's sure to be caught."

      "Wait a bit – a man who can tackle a bloodhound and choke the life out of him is pretty determined," said Brack.

      Dick acknowledged as much and said the circumstances were out of the common. He was interested in the old sailor's tale. He did not know whether to admire what Brack had done or to condemn it; he put himself in his place, wondering how he would have acted under similar circumstances.

      Brack watched him, a peculiar smile on his face.

      "Goin' to give me away?" he asked.

      Dick laughed as he answered: "I was thinking whether you were right or wrong."

      "Guessed as much. I was right to give such a man another chance. He's no coward, not he, and guilty men are all cowards," said Brack.

      "Who is the man?"

      "Don't know; he wouldn't tell me, but he said he was a lifer. He didn't seem very keen about his capture."

      "You mean he seemed glad the man had escaped?" said Dick, surprised.

      "I guessed as much from his face," said Brack, "and I reckon there's worse judges than me of human nature – that's what makes me think he's innocent – like Bill."

      "It's all very interesting, but pull to the Sea-mew," said Dick.

      "About time," said Brack, as he started rowing again. They were soon alongside the yacht.

      Picton had just come on deck again from the saloon. He hailed Dick cheerfully.

      "Well, early bird, what's brought you here at this time?" he said, smiling.

      "Wished to welcome you, most mighty rider of winners," laughed Dick as he got out of the boat and stood on the steps of the gangway. "Here you are, Brack, and thanks for your story; it was thrilling."

      Brack touched his cap as he said: "And it's true, and there's heaps of things thrilling that ain't true," and he pulled away.

      "Brack been spinning yarns?" said Picton, who knew the old man.

      "A real shocker this time."

      "What about?"

      "A fellow escaped from Dartmoor the other day. It's worth hearing; I'll tell you all about it later on," said Dick.

      Picton Woodridge staggered backwards. At first Dick thought he was about to fall. He looked at him in astonishment.

      "What's the matter, Pic?" he asked.

      "Curious fit of faintness came over me; I'm all right now," said Picton, but Dick thought he didn't look it.

      CHAPTER III

      THE MAN ON THE ROAD

      DICK Langford told Brack's story to Picton Woodridge and Captain Ben. Both listened attentively: it was immensely interesting to them. From time to time Ben looked at his friend to see how he took it. Dick, absorbed in his tale, did not notice the СКАЧАТЬ