"I thowt he must ha" been reduced i" circ.u.mstances, or he"d nivver ha"

turnt out i" that rig less he thowt more o" comfort than appearances.

What wur he doin" a-casting hissen on a desert island? Wur he reet i"

th" upper story?"

"He wur shipwrecked," triumphantly. "Th" sea drifted him to th" sh.o.r.e, an" he built hissen a hut, an" gettin" goats an" birds, an"--an" aw sorts--an"--it"s the graideliest book tha ivver seed. Miss Anice gave it me."

"Has she read it hersen?"

"Aye, it wur her as tellt me most on it."

Sammy turned the volume over, and looked at the back of it, at the edges of the leaves, at the gilt-lettered t.i.tle.

"I would na be surprised," he observed with oracular amiability. "I would na be surprised--if that"s th" case--as theer"s summat in it."

"That as I"ve towd thee is nowt to th" rest on it," answered Jud in enthusiasm. "Theer"s a mon ca"d Friday, an" a lot o" fellys as eats each other--cannybles they ca" "em----"

"Look tha here," interposed Craddock, his curiosity and interest getting the better of him. "Sit thee down and read a bit. That"s something as I nivver heard on--cannybles an" th" loike. Pick thee th" place, an" let"s hear summat about th" cannybles if tha has na th" toime to do no more."

Jud needed no second invitation. Sharing the general opinion that "Owd Sammy" was a man of mark, he could not help feeling that Crusoe was complimented by his attention. He picked out his place, as his hearer had advised him, and plunged into the details of the cannibal feast with pride and determination. Though his elocution may have been of a style peculiar to beginners and his p.r.o.nunciation occasionally startling in its originality, still Sammy gathered the gist of the story. He puffed at his pipe so furiously that the foreign gentleman"s turbaned head was emptied with amazing rapidity, and it was necessary to refill it two or three times; he rubbed his corduroy knees with both hands, occasionally he slapped one of them in the intensity of his interest, and when Jud stopped he could only express himself in his usual emphatic formula--

"Well, I am dom"d. An" tha says, as th" chap"s name wur Robyson?"

"Aye, Robyson Crusoe."

"Well, I mun say, as I"d ha" loike to ha" knowed him. I did know a mon by th" name o" Robyson onct, but it could na ha" been him, fur he wur na mich o" a chap. If he"d a bin cast o" a desert island, he would na had th" gumption to do aw that theer--Jem Robyson could na. It could na ha" been him--an" besides, he could na ha" writ it out, as that theer felly"s done."

There was a pause, in which Craddock held his pipe in his hand reflectively--shaking his head once more.

"Cannybles an" th" loike too," he said. "Theer"s a soight o" things as a mon does na hear on. Why, _I_ nivver heard o" cannybles mysen, an" I am na considert ignorant by th" most o" foak." Then, as Jud rose to go, "Art tha fur goin"?" he asked. "Weil, I mun say as I"d loike to hear summat more about Robyson; but, if tha mun go, tha mun, I suppose.

Sithee here, could tha coom again an" bring him wi" thee?"

"I mowt; I dunna moind the walk."

"Then thee do it," getting up to accompany him to the gates. "An" I"ll gi"e thee a copper now an" then to pay thee. Theer"s summat i" a book o"

that soart. Coom thee again as soon as tha con, an" we"ll go on wi" the cannybles."

"What"s th" lad been readin" to thee, Sammy?" asked Mrs. Craddock entering the room, after Jud had taken his departure.

"A bit o" litterytoor. I dunnot know as tha"d know what th" book wur, if I towd thee. Tha nivver wur mich o" a hand at litterytoor. He wur readin" Robyson Crusoe."

"Not a tract, sure-ly?"

"Nay, that it wur na! It wur th" dairy o" a mon who wur cast upo" a desert island "i th" midst o" cannybles."

"The dairy?"

"Nay, la.s.s, nay," testily, "not i" th" sense yo" mean. Th" dairy wur o"

th" litterairy soart. He wur a litterairy mon."

"Cannybles an" th" loike," Sammy said to him-self several times during the evening. "Cannybles an" th" loike. Theer"s a power o" things i" th"

universe."

He took his pipe after supper and went out for a stroll. Mental activity made him restless. The night was a bright one. A yellow harvest moon was rising slowly above the tree-tops, and casting a mellow light upon the road stretching out before him. He pa.s.sed through the gates and down the road at a leisurely pace, and had walked a hundred yards or so, when he caught sight of two figures approaching him--a girl and a man, so absorbed that they evidently had not noticed him. The girl was of light and youthful figure, and the little old red shawl she wore over her head was pushed aside, and showed curly hair lying upon her brow. It was plain that she was uneasy or frightened, for, as soon as she was near enough, her voice reached him in a tone of frightened protest.

"Oh, dunnot!" she was saying, "I conna bear it I dunnot want to hear yo", an"--an" I will na. Yo" moight ha" let me be. I dunnot believe yo".

Let me go whoam. I"ll nivver coom again," and then she broke out crying.

Craddock looked after them as they pa.s.sed from sight.

"Theer"s trouble there," he said, eagerly. "A working la.s.s, an" a mon i"

gentlemen"s cloas. Dom sich loike chaps, say I. What would they think if workin" men ud coom meddlin" wi" theer la.s.ses? I wish I"d had more toime to see th" wench"s face."

CHAPTER XXIV - Dan Lowrie"s Return

Not a pleasant road to travel at any time--the high road to Riggan, it was certainly at its worst to-night.

Between twelve and one o"clock, the rain which had been pouring down steadily with true English pertinacity for two days, was gradually pa.s.sing into a drizzle still more unpleasant,--a drizzle that soaked into the already soaked clay, that made the mud more slippery, that penetrated a man"s clothing and beat softly but irritatingly against his face, and dripped from his hair and hat down upon his neck, however well he might imagine himself protected by his outside wrappings. But, if he was a common traveller--a rough tramp or laborer, who was not protected from it at all, it could not fail to annoy him still more, and consequently to affect his temper.

At the hour I have named, such a traveller was making his way through the mire and drizzle toward Riggan,--a tramp in mud-splashed corduroy and with the regulation handkerchief bundle tied to the thick stick which he carried over his shoulder.

"Dom th" rain;--dom th" road," he said.

It was not alone the state of the weather that put him out of humor.

"Th" la.s.s," he went on. "Dom her handsome face. Goin" agin a chap--workin" agin him, an" settin" hersen i" his road. Blast me,"

grinding his teeth--"Blast me if I dunnot ha" it out wi" her!"

So cursing, and alternating his curses with raging silence, he trudged on his way until four o"clock, when he was in sight of the cottage upon the Knoll Road--the cottage where Joan and Liz lay asleep upon their poor bed, with the child between them.

Joan had not been asleep long. The child had been unusually fretful, and had kept her awake. So she was the more easily awakened from her first light and uneasy slumber by a knock on the door. Hearing it, she started up and listened.

"Who is it?" she asked in a voice too low to disturb the sleepers, but distinct enough to reach Lowrie"s hearing.

"Get thee up an" oppen th" door," was the answer. "I want thee."

She knew there was something wrong. She had not responded to his summons for so many years without learning what each tone meant But she did not hesitate.

When she had hastily thrown on some clothing, she opened the door and stood before him.

"I did not expect to see yo" to-neet," she said, quietly.

"Happen not," he replied. "Coom out here. I ha" summat to say to yo"."

"Yo" wunnot come in?" she asked.