Roland Cashel, Volume I (of II). Lever Charles James

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      “Were it not for its darkness,” said Mr. Softly, sighing, “I should say I liked it.”

      “Darkness,” echoed Cashel, – “darkness; why, hang it, you are pretty far north here. What is the darkness you speak of?”

      “I alluded to popery, sir, – to the obscuring mists of superstition and ignorance,” replied Mr. Softly, with a kind of energetic timidity that made himself blush.

      “Oh – I perceive – yes – I understand,” muttered Cashel, who certainly felt all the awkwardness of a man caught in a lie.

      “We have a very agreeable society among the bar men,” said Jones, returning to the charge in a new direction; “a great deal of pleasantry and fun goes on at our messes.”

      “Droll fellows, I suppose,” said Cashel, carelessly. “I remember I knew a lawyer once; he was a mate of a small clipper in the African trade, – mischievous kind of devil he was too, – always setting the slaves by the ears, and getting money for settling the differences. They played him a good trick at last.” Here he laughed heartily at the recollection for several minutes.

      “What was it?” asked Jones, in some curiosity to learn how the bar was respected on the banks of the Niger.

      “They painted him black and sold him at Cuba,” said Cashel, who once more broke out into laughter at the excellence of the jest.

      Jones’s and Softly’s eyes met with a most complete accordance in the glances exchanged. Meanwhile, Cashel, drawing his chair towards the larger table, filled his glass and proceeded to smash his walnuts with all the easy contentment of a man who had dined well.

      “I perceive Mr. Kennyfeck is not likely to join us,” said Softly, with a half suggestive look towards the door.

      “Tired, perhaps,” said Jones, affecting what he opined to be the cool indifference of the highest fashion.

      “More than that, I suspect,” said Cashel, with a most unfeigned carelessness. “Did you remark his eye?”

      “Yes!” exclaimed both together. “What could that mean?”

      “A slight bit of a scrimmage we had on the way from town; a – ”

      “Mr. Kennyfeck engaged in a row!” cried Softly, almost incredible at the tidings.

      “Yes. I fancy that is about the best word for it,” said Cashel, sipping his wine. “I suppose one ought not to mention these kind of things; but of course they are safe with you. They ‘ll never go further, I am certain.”

      “Oh, never, – not a syllable,” chimed in the two.

      “Well, then, on our way here, I learned that there were to be races a few miles from Coventry, and as I saw our friend Kennyfeck had no fancy for the sight, I just slipped a few half-crowns into the postboy’s hand, and told him to drive there instead of taking the Liverpool road. Away we went at a good pace, and in less than an hour reached the course. I wish you saw the old gentleman’s face when he awoke from a sound nap, and saw the grand stand, with its thousand faces, all in a row, and the cords, the betting-ring, and the whole circumstance of a race-ground. By good luck, too, the sharp jerk of our pull-up smashed a spring, and so we had nothing for it but to leave the chaise and wait till it could be repaired. While my servant was away in search of some kind of a drag or other, to go about the field, – there was no walking, what with the crowd and the press of horses, not to speak of the mud that rose over the ankles, – we pushed on, – that is, I did, with a stout grip of Kennyfeck’s arm, lest he should escape, – we pushed on, into the ring. Here there was rare fun going forward, every fellow screaming out his bets, and booking them as fast as he could. At first, of course, the whole was all ancient Greek to me. I neither knew what they meant by the ‘favorite,’ or ‘the odds,’ or ‘the field;’ but one somehow always can pick up a thing quickly, if it be but ‘game,’ and so, by watching here, and listening there, I managed to get a kind of inkling of the whole affair, and by dint of some pushing and elbowing, I reached the very centre of the ring, where the great dons of the course were betting together.

      “‘Taurus even against the field,’ cried one.

      “‘Taurus against the field,’ shouted another.

      “And this same cry was heard on every side.

      “‘Give it in fifties, – hundreds if you like better,’ said a young fellow mounted on a smart-looking pony, to his friend, who appeared to reflect on the offer. ‘Come, hurry on, man. Let’s have a bet, just to give one an interest in the race.’ The other shook his head, and the first went on, ‘What a slow set, to be sure! Is no one willing to back the field, even? Come, then, here ‘s a hundred pound to any man who ‘ll take the field against Taurus, for two thousand.’

      “‘Let me have your cob,’ said I, ‘and I ‘ll take the bet.’

      “He turned round in his saddle, and stared at me as if I were something more or less than human, while a very general roar of laughing ran around the entire circle.

      “‘Come away, come away at once,’ whispered Kennyfeck, trembling with fright.

      “‘Yes, you had better move off, my friend,’ said a thickset, rough-looking fellow, in a white coat.

      “‘What say you to five thousand, sir; does that suit your book?’ cried the young fellow to me, in a most insolent tone.

      “‘Oh, let him alone, my Lord,’ said another. ‘Take no notice of him.’

      “‘I say, Grindle,’ cried a tall thin man with moustaches, ‘who let these people inside the ring?’

      “‘They forces their way, my Lud,’ said a little knocker-kneed creature, in a coat four times too big for him, ‘and I says to Bill, de – pend upon it, Bill, them’s the swell mob.’

      “The words were scarcely out of the fellow’s mouth when a general cry of the ‘swell mob’ resounded on every side, and at once they closed upon us, some pushing, others elbowing, driving, and forcing, so that what with the dense crowd, and the tight hold Kennyfeck now kept of me, I was pinioned, and could do nothing. At last, by a vigorous twist, I shook them off from me, and laid two of the foremost at my feet. This I did with a Mexican trick I saw they knew nothing about. You first make a feint at the face, and then, dropping on the knee, seize the fellow by both legs, and hurl him back on his head, – just stand up, I ‘ll not hurt you.”

      “Thank you, – I understand the description perfectly,” said Mr. Softly, pale with terror at the proposed experiment.

      “Well, the remainder is soon told. They now got in upon us, and of course I need n’t say we got confoundedly thrashed. Kennyfeck was tumbled about like a football; every one that had nothing else to do had a kick at him, and there ‘s no saying how it might have ended had not a certain Sir George Somebody recognized our poor friend, and rescued him. I ‘m not quite sure that I was quite myself about this time; Kennyfeck has some story of my getting on some one’s horse, and riding about the course in search of the originators of the fray. The end of it, however, was, we reached Liverpool with sorer bones than was altogether pleasant, and although, when Kennyfeck went to bed, I went to the theatre, the noise only increased my headache, and it needed a good night’s sleep to set me all right again.”

      “Mr. Kennyfeck taken for one of СКАЧАТЬ