First in the Field: A Story of New South Wales

  CHAPTER FORTY.

  THE DOCTOR PLAYS MAGISTRATE.

  Do I mean Nic did not get down till breakfast was ready, about eighto'clock?

  No, I do not. This was Australia in its earlier days of the colony, andpeople's habits were different from ours.

  Nic Braydon's lateness consisted in his being fast asleep when thepiping crow began to run up and down its scales to announce that thestars were paling faster, when the laughing jackasses chuckled at theloud crowing of the cocks; and he was dreaming about Mayne being broughtup to the station by mounted police when the sun had been visible anhour.

  Nic started up in a profuse perspiration, jumped out of bed and dressedrapidly, eager to get out in the paddocks to see that the bullocks andhorses that brought the party on the previous day were properly attendedto.

  He now met the three men who had come with the waggon busy enoughunpacking, and he found that Brookes, old Sam, and the three blacks wereall hard at work. The fresh milk was being brought into the dairy, thehorses were being fed and rubbed down, and all was going on in thesatisfactory way which the boy felt would please his father.

  Directly after he ran against old Sam.

  "Does one's eyes good to see the master back again, sir. How well helooks!"

  "Yes, Sam. By the way, I didn't see the horse. How does it look?"

  "Splendid, sir; but a good run in our enclosure won't do it no harm."

  "Let's go and look at it."

  "Look at it?" said the old man, grinning. "Well, you'll have to waittill the master comes back."

  "Comes back! What, is he up?"

  "Up, my lad? Hours ago, and his nag saddled and gone."

  "And I asleep!" cried Nic, in a tone full of vexation. "Which way didhe go? I'll saddle up and ride to meet him."

  "He's gone over to the Wattles."

  "To Mr Dillon's?"

  "Yes, sir. He had a few words with Brooky, and went off directly.Here, let me clap the saddle on for you, sir."

  "No, thank you, Sam," said the boy, with the tone of his voice changing."I don't think I wish to go now."

  The old man looked at him compassionately. "Don't you be downhearted,my lad," he said. "You've done right enough. You out with the plaintruth, and you call me for a witness 'bout Leather. My word's as goodwith your father as Brooky's. Don't you be afraid. You and me's goingto win."

  "Yes, Sam, I hope so," said Nic; and he walked away, to busy himselfabout the farm stock till breakfast time.

  Just before it was ready the doctor rode back, threw the rein to oldSam, nodded to Nic, and, looking unusually stern, he entered the housewith his son.

  Breakfast was ready, the governor and his wife up, and the latter keptthe conversation going merrily enough, for she could read the doctor'sface, and felt from Nic's looks that something was wrong--something forwhich he was about to be blamed.

  Every one was glad when the meal was at an end, and the doctor rose,when Mrs Braydon darted an imploring look at her husband, the two girlsone of commiseration at their brother, whose forehead did not wrinkle,but became crumpled and pitted, just as it used to at the Friary when hehad to deal with a knotty sum or equation.

  "Oh dear!" said Lady O'Hara. "I thought we had left all the business athome. Are you coming with me, John?"

  "No; my dear; I think Braydon wants me."

  "If you please," said the doctor. "Nic, my boy, fetch the two men roundto my room. This way, O'Hara."

  Nic went out to obey his father's order and the governor followed thedoctor into the room which stood at the end of the house, and was usedby the doctor for his own study, library, surgery, harness-room--storehouse for everything, in fact, in connection with the station.

  "It's not very serious, I hope," said the governor, as soon as they werealone.

  "Serious enough," replied the doctor. "Dillon has told me all about it,and I am half pleased, half angry with the boy."

  "Then he can't have done much amiss, doctor," said the governor. "Pluskills minus. If Nic is half and half, he ought to be a very decent sortof boy."

  "You'll help me if I want help?"

  "Of course," said the governor. "There, I dare say there's not muchamiss. Boys of seventeen, or so, are not at their worst age. It isover that trouble about your assigned servant?"

  "Yes; the boy likes him, and I am not sure about him."

  "He may be honest enough now; but he was always a strangely souredfellow, and I don't think I liked him much."

  "Prejudice, perhaps."

  "I'm afraid so; but here comes the boy."

  In effect Nic came now to the door, followed by the two men, both ofwhom looked uneasy, while Nic's countenance was disfigured by rather asullen, ill-used look.

  "Come in," said the doctor sharply. "You too, my men. Nic, standthere."

  Nic took the appointed place, and the men were nearly opposite, bothstroking their heads carefully, Brookes his hair, old Sam his skin, forthere was no hair on the top to stroke. The governor, who looked paleand weak, sat back in a rough chair.

  "Now, Brookes," said the doctor sternly; "I have been over to Mr Dillonand heard about this trouble, one which ought not to have happened in myabsence. I should now like to hear your statement."

  Brookes gave it, and old Sam kept on uttering grunts till the man haddone, when he gave his version.

  "Now, Dominic," said the doctor sternly, and the governor sat watchingthe boy keenly. "You have heard what Brookes says. Speak out, sir,like an English gentleman and my son. Let me tell you, first of all,that I do not believe you would be guilty of such an offence against thelaw as Brookes suggests; but--"

  "Oh, it's true enough," grumbled the man.

  "Silence, sir!" cried the doctor angrily. "You have spoken; don'tinterrupt again." Then turning to Nic: "I was going to say, my boy, asthis charge has been brought against you in the presence of ourgovernor, that you have aided and abetted a violent convict, I call uponyou to clear yourself at once. Now, boy, speak."

  "Yes, father, I'll speak," said Nic firmly; "but I can't clear myself."

  "What!" cried the doctor angrily. "Do you own that this accusation istrue?"

  "Yes, it's true enough," cried Brookes. "He helped him to get away fromthe Wattles."

  "Silence, sir!" cried Sir John sternly.

  "Speak, Nic. Did you help this man to escape?"

  "No, father."

  "There!" cried the doctor in triumph; but his countenance fell directly.

  "I went to help him if I could, but he got away without."

  Brookes chuckled.

  "Then he is somewhere about here in the bush, as Brookes says?"

  "Yes, father."

  "And you know where?"

  "Yes, father."

  "And you have been in the habit of visiting this desperate man?"

  "Yes, father, all that is quite true."

  Brookes chuckled again with satisfaction, and rubbed his tawny brownhands as if he were washing them.

  "Nic, you astound me!" cried the doctor. "You have, then, encouragedthis man about the place during my absence, when I had placed confidencein you and left you in charge. Had you no respect for your mother andsisters?"

  "Why, of course, father," cried the boy indignantly. "You don't supposeI should have done what I have, if I hadn't felt sure Leather wasinnocent?"

  "Hear! hear!" said a voice, and Nic looked up to see that Lady O'Harawas at the door, and now came and stood behind Sir John.

  "Innocent," cried the doctor, "and hides in the bush, and kills one ofmy sheep whenever he is hungry!"

  "He doesn't, father. I'm sure he wouldn't," cried Nic indignantly.

  "And pray, why not?"

  "Because he likes me too well."

  "Indeed," said the doctor. "Nic, how can you let yourself be imposedupon so easily by a scoundrel?"

  "He is not a scoundrel, father," cried Nic, flushing up. "He wascondemned for what he never did, and sent out here as a convict."
br />   "I'm afraid they are all innocent, eh, Sir John?" said the doctor.

  "A very large percentage, by their own account," replied the governor.

  "But this man really is, father," cried Nic.

  "How do you know?"

  "He told me all his history, father, and I am sure he is honest."

  "And takes advantage of my absence to break out and nearly kill one ofmy men. Then he escapes to the bush, and now steals my sheep."

  "It was Brookes who took advantage of your absence, father."

  "Oh, Master Nic!"

  "You did, sir. You always behaved like a brute and a bully to poorLeather, and you struck him, and of course he struck you again; andthen;" cried the boy rapidly, in his excitement, "you told lies to MrDillon, and had him fetched over there to be flogged; and do you think,"he continued, turning his flushed face to Sir John, "if I knew I wasinnocent, and I was dragged away to be flogged with the cat, I wouldn'trun for the bush? Why, I would to-morrow."

  Sir John frowned, and the doctor looked pained and angry, but he did notspeak.

  "Well, all I know is, I've got the mark o' the chopper on the back o' myhead still," said Brookes, rubbing the place softly.

  "Mark of the chopper!" cried Nic contemptuously. "You ought to have themark of the cat."

  "Silence, Dominic!" cried the doctor. "It is very clear to me that youhave let this man impose upon you by his insidious ways, and I ambitterly hurt by your folly. You ought to know better. However, thepast is past. Now make amends by helping to have this man taken. Whereis he?"

  "Out in the bush, father."

  "I know that, sir," said the doctor sternly. "No evasions, if youplease. Where is his hiding-place?"

  "Don't be angry with me, father," said Nic, in a pleading tone. "Ican't tell you."

  "You know?"

  "Yes, father."

  "Then where is he, sir?"

  Nic was silent.

  "I desire that you tell me at once."

  Nic's brow grew more puckered, but his lips tightened. "Look here, boy.Are you going to disgrace me here before Sir John O'Hara by yourdisobedience, and by refusing to give up this criminal to the law?"

  "Father, he is quite innocent, and he has trusted me. I can't be such acoward--such a wretch--as to give him up."

  The doctor took a step forward as if to seize his son's arm.

  "One moment, Braydon," said Sir John. "Let me speak to him."

  The doctor drew back, and stood frowning.

  "It is an error of judgment on the boy's part. When we were his age wethought we knew better than our elders; but we know better now. Lookhere, Dominic, my boy. You are in the wrong. This man, your father'sassigned servant, was tried by a jury of his fellow-countrymen, foundguilty, and sentenced to transportation. Well, my boy, we are all underthe law, which protects us, and we require its protection very much in anew colony of such an exceptional kind as this."

  "But the law was unjust to him, Sir John, and cruel."

  "I think not, my boy. Certainly mistakes have been made. But here, yousee, the law was not so cruel, but said to this man, `You have served acertain amount of time; now go and prove your sorrow for your crime bymaking yourself a faithful servant, and in good time you shall go free,with an opportunity for commencing a new career.'"

  "Yes, Sir John; and Leather--his name's Frank Mayne--has been a goodservant. Hasn't he, father?"

  "Yes, he has worked very well."

  "And so he did, father, while you were away, till that man drove him todesperation."

  "I cannot argue about all this, Dominic," said Sir John. "I have tojudge this matter, and I am afraid, my boy, that you have been imposedupon, for matters look very black against this man."

  Nic shook his head.

  "Well, my boy, they do to me. But look here, Dominic. Now, more thanever, do we all need to join hand in hand--boys as well as men--for ourmutual protection. Even during the past few weeks has a desperate gangof scoundrels broken away and taken to the bush, where our warder-guardand the soldiery have been unable to hunt them down. These men must betaken, and your friend too. Now, listen to me, boy. For your sake, asthe son of my best friend, I promise you this: if you will enable us tocapture this man, he shall have a fair examination before me, and I willcarefully balance all evidence, and the good in him against the evil.You will trust me, Dominic?"

  "Yes, Sir John; but I can't betray the man who has made me believe inhim, and whom I look upon as a friend."

  "Then--" cried the doctor.

  "Stop!" said Sir John firmly. "This case is adjourned for a week,Dominic. Take time to think, my boy. This man must be taken--he shallbe taken. It will be better if you show us where he is, than for him tobe seized and driven to desperation. Blood may be shed."

  "Here, I can show you where he is, sir!" cried Brookes.

  "You know?" cried the doctor.

  "Ay, sir. I ain't been keeping an eye on young master here for nothingever since you've been away. I'll show you where he's to be found, andwhere he takes the sheep he steals."

  "Stop," said Sir John. "We will wait a week to give Dominic time tothink. And now, doctor, I think I'll take my airing out on your breezyhills. I'm much stronger to-day."

  Sir John rose, and the doctor made an imperative gesture to the men toleave the room before offering Sir John his arm and leading him out;while directly after Mrs Braydon and her daughters entered, Janet goingat once to her brother and whispering:

  "Thank you, Nic: it was very good and brave."

  "Ah," cried Lady O'Hara, "what's that ye're saying, gyurl, to this youngcriminal?"

  "I was only speaking to my brother, Lady O'Hara," said Janetindignantly.

  "Only shpaking to your brother. I heard you. Only, eh? I only guesswhat you said. Ye're encouraging him in his wickedness and his risingagainst the law. Nic, my boy, you've behaved very badly; you're adisobedient son, and a bad citizen, and I ought to be very angry; butsomehow I can't, for I like the spirit in you."

  "But you wouldn't have had me betray that poor fellow, whom I believe tobe innocent, Lady O'Hara," cried Nic, in choking voice, "and give him upto be flogged, and sent back to the chain gang?"

  "Bedad, I wouldn't," cried the lady, turning very Irish, and dragginghim to her, she gave him a sounding kiss. "I'd have called ye no boy ofmine if ye had, and your mother wid the gyurls say the same, don't ye,my dears?"

  "Oh yes," came in chorus.

  "But it's all very wrong, Nic; I say so who am the governor's wife; andthis black sheep-thayving convict of yours'll be coming and killing usall in our beds."