Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (262 page)

“I am caring less and less about this man James,” said Alan.  “There’s something no right with the man James, and I shouldnae wonder but what Alan Breck would give an eye to him this day.  I would like fine to see yon French nobleman, Davie; and I daresay you could find an employ to yoursel, and that would be to speir at the lassie for some news o’ your affair.  Just tell it to her plainly - tell her ye’re a muckle ass at the off-set; and then, if I were you, and ye could do it naitural, I would just mint to her I was in some kind of a danger; a’ weemenfolk likes that.”

“I cannae lee, Alan, I cannae do it naitural,” says I, mocking him.

“The more fool you!” says he.  “Then ye’ll can tell her that I recommended it; that’ll set her to the laughing; and I wouldnae wonder but what that was the next best.  But see to the pair of them!  If I didnae feel just sure of the lassie, and that she was awful pleased and chief with Alan, I would think there was some kind of hocus-pocus about you.”

“And is she so pleased with ye, then, Alan?” I asked.

“She thinks a heap of me,” says he.  “And I’m no like you: I’m one that can tell.  That she does - she thinks a heap of Alan.  And troth! I’m thinking a good deal of him mysel; and with your permission, Shaws, I’ll be getting a wee yont amang the bents, so that I can see what way James goes.”

One after another went, till I was left alone beside the breakfast table; James to Dunkirk, Alan dogging him, Catriona up the stairs to her own chamber.  I could very well understand how she should avoid to be alone with me; yet was none the better pleased with it for that, and bent my mind to entrap her to an interview before the men returned.  Upon the whole, the best appeared to me to do like Alan.  If I was out of view among the sandhills, the fine morning would decoy her forth; and once I had her in the open, I could please myself.

No sooner said than done; nor was I long under the bield of a hillock before she appeared at the inn door, looked here and there, and (seeing nobody) set out by a path that led directly seaward, and by which I followed her.  I was in no haste to make my presence known; the further she went I made sure of the longer hearing to my suit; and the ground being all sandy it was easy to follow her unheard.  The path rose and came at last to the head of a knowe.  Thence I had a picture for the first time of what a desolate wilderness that inn stood hidden in; where was no man to be seen, nor any house of man, except just Bazin’s and the windmill.  Only a little further on, the sea appeared and two or three ships upon it, pretty as a drawing.  One of these was extremely close in to be so great a vessel; and I was aware of a shock of new suspicion, when I recognised the trim of the Seahorse.  What should an English ship be doing so near in to France?  Why was Alan brought into her neighbourhood, and that in a place so far from any hope of rescue? and was it by accident, or by design, that the daughter of James More should walk that day to the seaside?

Presently I came forth behind her in the front of the sandhills and above the beach.  It was here long and solitary; with a man-o’-war’s boat drawn up about the middle of the prospect, and an officer in charge and pacing the sands like one who waited.  I sat down where the rough grass a good deal covered me, and looked for what should follow.  Catriona went straight to the boat; the officer met her with civilities; they had ten words together; I saw a letter changing hands; and there was Catriona returning.  At the same time, as if this were all her business on the Continent, the boat shoved off and was headed for the Seahorse.  But I observed the officer to remain behind and disappear among the bents.

I liked the business little; and the more I considered of it, liked it less.  Was it Alan the officer was seeking? or Catriona?  She drew near with her head down, looking constantly on the sand, and made so tender a picture that I could not bear to doubt her innocence.  The next, she raised her face and recognised me; seemed to hesitate, and then came on again, but more slowly, and I thought with a changed colour.  And at that thought, all else that was upon my bosom - fears, suspicions, the care of my friend’s life - was clean swallowed up; and I rose to my feet and stood waiting her in a drunkenness of hope.

I gave her “good morning” as she came up, which she returned with a good deal of composure.

“Will you forgive my having followed you?” said I.

“I know you are always meaning kindly,” she replied; and then, with a little outburst, “but why will you be sending money to that man!  It must not be.”

“I never sent it for him,” said I, “but for you, as you know well.”

“And you have no right to be sending it to either one of us,” she said.  “David, it is not right.”

“It is not, it is all wrong,” said I, “and I pray God he will help this dull fellow (if it be at all possible) to make it better.  Catriona, this is no kind of life for you to lead; and I ask your pardon for the word, but yon man is no fit father to take care of you.”

“Do not be speaking of him, even!” was her cry.

“And I need speak of him no more; it is not of him that I am thinking, O, be sure of that!” says I.  “I think of the one thing.  I have been alone now this long time in Leyden; and when I was by way of at my studies, still I was thinking of that.  Next Alan came, and I went among soldier-men to their big dinners; and still I had the same thought.  And it was the same before, when I had her there beside me.  Catriona, do you see this napkin at my throat!  You cut a corner from it once and then cast it from you.  They’re your colours now; I wear them in my heart.  My dear, I cannot be wanting you.  O, try to put up with me!”

I stepped before her so as to intercept her walking on.

“Try to put up with me,” I was saying, “try and bear me with a little.”

Still she had never the word, and a fear began to rise in me like a fear of death.

“Catriona,” I cried, gazing on her hard, “is it a mistake again?  Am I quite lost?”

She raised her face to me, breathless.

“Do you want me, Davie, truly?” said she, and I scarce could hear her say it.

“I do that,” said I.  “O, sure you know it - I do that.”

“I have nothing left to give or to keep back,” said she.  “I was all yours from the first day, if you would have had a gift of me!” she said,

This was on the summit of a brae; the place was windy and conspicuous, we were to be seen there even from the English ship; but I kneeled down before her in the sand, and embraced her knees, and burst into that storm of weeping that I thought it must have broken me.  All thought was wholly beaten from my mind by the vehemency of my discomposure.  I knew not where I was.  I had forgot why I was happy; only I knew she stooped, and I felt her cherish me to her face and bosom, and heard her words out of a whirl.

“Davie,” she was saying, “O, Davie, is this what you think of me!  Is it so that you were caring for poor me!  O, Davie, Davie!”

With that she wept also, and our tears were commingled in a perfect gladness.

It might have been ten in the day before I came to a clear sense of what a mercy had befallen me; and sitting over against her, with her hands in mine, gazed in her face, and laughed out loud for pleasure like a child, and called her foolish and kind names.  I have never seen the place that looked so pretty as those bents by Dunkirk; and the windmill sails, as they bobbed over the knowe, were like a tune of music.

I know not how much longer we might have continued to forget all else besides ourselves, had I not chanced upon a reference to her father, which brought us to reality.

“My little friend,” I was calling her again and again, rejoicing to summon up the past by the sound of it, and to gaze across on her, and to be a little distant - “My little friend, now you are mine altogether; mine for good, my little friend and that man’s no longer at all.”

There came a sudden whiteness in her face, she plucked her hands from mine.

“Davie, take me away from him!” she cried.  “There’s something wrong; he’s not true.  There will be something wrong; I have a dreadful terror here at my heart.  What will he be wanting at all events with that King’s ship?  What will this word be saying?”  And she held the letter forth.  “My mind misgives me, it will be some ill to Alan.  Open it, Davie - open it and see.”

I took it, and looked at it, and shook my head.

“No,” said I, “it goes against me, I cannot open a man’s letter.”

“Not to save your friend?” she cried.

“I cannae tell,” said I.  “I think not.  If I was only sure!”

“And you have but to break the seal!” said she.

“I know it,” said I, “but the thing goes against me.”

“Give it here,” said she, “and I will open it myself.”

“Nor you neither,” said I.  “You least of all.  It concerns your father, and his honour, dear, which we are both misdoubting.  No question but the place is dangerous-like, and the English ship being here, and your father having word from it, and yon officer that stayed ashore.  He would not be alone either; there must be more along with him; I daresay we are spied upon this minute.  Ay, no doubt, the letter should be opened; but somehow, not by you nor me.”

I was about thus far with it, and my spirit very much overcome with a sense of danger and hidden enemies, when I spied Alan, come back again from following James and walking by himself among the sand-hills.  He was in his soldier’s coat, of course, and mighty fine; but I could not avoid to shudder when I thought how little that jacket would avail him, if he were once caught and flung in a skiff, and carried on board of the Seahorse, a deserter, a rebel, and now a condemned murderer.

“There,” said I, “there is the man that has the best right to open it: or not, as he thinks fit.”

With which I called upon his name, and we both stood up to be a mark for him.

“If it is so - if it be more disgrace - will you can bear it?” she asked, looking upon me with a burning eye.

“I was asked something of the same question when I had seen you but the once,” said I.  “What do you think I answered?  That if I liked you as I thought I did - and O, but I like you better! - I would marry you at his gallows’ foot.”

The blood rose in her face; she came close up and pressed upon me, holding my hand: and it was so that we awaited Alan.

He came with one of his queer smiles.  “What was I telling ye, David?” says he.

“There is a time for all things, Alan,” said I, “and this time is serious.  How have you sped?  You can speak out plain before this friend of ours.”

“I have been upon a fool’s errand,” said he.

“I doubt we have done better than you, then,” said I; “and, at least, here is a great deal of matter that you must judge of.  Do you see that?” I went on, pointing to the ship.  “That is the Seahorse, Captain Palliser.”

“I should ken her, too,” says Alan.  “I had fyke enough with her when she was stationed in the Forth.  But what ails the man to come so close?”

“I will tell you why he came there first,” said I.  “It was to bring this letter to James More.  Why he stops here now that it’s delivered, what it’s likely to be about, why there’s an officer hiding in the bents, and whether or not it’s probable that he’s alone - I would rather you considered for yourself.”

“A letter to James More?” said he.

“The same,” said I.

“Well, and I can tell ye more than that,” said Alan.  “For the last night, when you were fast asleep, I heard the man colloguing with some one in the French, and then the door of that inn to be opened and shut.”

“Alan!” cried I, “you slept all night, and I am here to prove it.”

“Ay, but I would never trust Alan whether he was asleep or waking!” says he.  “But the business looks bad.  Let’s see the letter.”

I gave it him.

“Catriona,” said he, “you have to excuse me, my dear; but there’s nothing less than my fine bones upon the cast of it, and I’ll have to break this seal.”

“It is my wish,” said Catriona.

He opened it, glanced it through, and flung his hand in the air.

“The stinking brock!” says he, and crammed the paper in his pocket.  “Here, let’s get our things together.  This place is fair death to me.”  And he began to walk towards the inn.

It was Catriona that spoke the first.  “He has sold you?” she asked.

“Sold me, my dear,” said Alan.  “But thanks to you and Davie, I’ll can jink him yet.  Just let me win upon my horse,” he added.

“Catriona must come with us,” said I.  “She can have no more traffic with that man.  She and I are to be married.”  At which she pressed my hand to her side.

“Are ye there with it?” says Alan, looking back.  “The best day’s work that ever either of you did yet!  And I’m bound to say, my dawtie, ye make a real, bonny couple.”

The way that he was following brought us close in by the windmill, where I was aware of a man in seaman’s trousers, who seemed to be spying from behind it.  Only, of course, we took him in the rear.

“See, Alan!”

“Wheesht!” said, he, “this is my affairs.”

The man was, no doubt, a little deafened by the clattering of the mill, and we got up close before he noticed.  Then he turned, and we saw he was a big fellow with a mahogany face.

“I think, sir,” says Alan, “that you speak the English?”

“Non, monsieur,” says he, with an incredible bad accent.

“Non, monsieur,” cries Alan, mocking him.  “Is that how they learn you French on the Seahorse?  Ye muckle, gutsey hash, here’s a Scots boot to your English hurdies!”

And bounding on him before he could escape, he dealt the man a kick that laid him on his nose.  Then he stood, with a savage smile, and watched him scramble to his feet and scamper off into the sand-hills.

“But it’s high time I was clear of these empty bents!” said Alan; and continued his way at top speed, and we still following, to the backdoor of Bazin’s inn.

It chanced that as we entered by the one door we came face to face with James More entering by the other.

“Here!” said I to Catriona, “quick! upstairs with you and make your packets; this is no fit scene for you.”

In the meanwhile James and Alan had met in the midst of the long room.  She passed them close by to reach the stairs; and after she was some way up I saw her turn and glance at them again, though without pausing.  Indeed, they were worth looking at.  Alan wore as they met one of his best appearances of courtesy and friendliness, yet with something eminently warlike, so that James smelled danger off the man, as folk smell fire in a house, and stood prepared for accidents.