CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
DRAWING TOGETHER.
Mark bathed the sufferer's face again, but there was no return toconsciousness, and growing more and more alarmed, he hurried to hisfather's chamber and woke him, Sir Edward as he leaped up, stilldressed, snatching eagerly at his sword. "You, Mark?" he cried. "Theenemy?"
"Yes--no, father. Come quickly. Young Darley's here, dying."
"Young Darley here!"
"Yes, in my room," cried Mark wildly. "I've sent for Master Rayburn,but come and do something; we mustn't let the poor fellow die."
And in a wild incoherent way, he told Sir Edward all he knew.
"Then in their disappointment they went on down there," cried SirEdward, as excited now as his son. "The fiends! the monsters!" hecontinued, as he entered his son's room. "Poor boy! Oh, Mark, lad, butfor God's mercy, this might have been you. Oh! who can think about theold family enmity now? How long is it since you sent for old Rayburn?"
"Ever so long, father. Oh, I say, don't--don't say you think he'll die,father!"
"Heaven forbid, my boy," said Sir Edward softly, and he laid his handgently on the wounded lad's brow--and kept it there as Master Rayburnentered the room.
"You've heard, then!" he cried, throwing down his hat and stick, andbeginning to examine his patient.
"Yes, Mark tells me. Is it all true?"
"True, yes," growled Master Rayburn. "I find they attacked you, werebeaten, and then went across and round by the down to Cliff Castle.When I got there it was in ashes, burnt out, and the wretches had goneback with what plunder they could save, and two prisoners to their den."
"Two prisoners?"
"Yes--put your finger here, Mark, while I clip off his hair. Here's abad cut--Sir Morton badly hurt, and his sweet young child, Minnie."
"Oh!" cried Sir Edward excitedly. "But is this true--are you sure?"
"I had it from one of his men, Nick Garth. Badly wounded too. But heand three others broke out of their window where they were prisoned, ina tower chamber, and out of revenge, to keep the enemy from keeping theplace, as they were going to do, they set it on fire."
"Who did?" said Sir Edward sharply.
"Nick Garth and Ram Jennings. He's wounded too. A fine chance for younow, Eden. You can march in and take possession of your enemy's lands."
"I'll march in and take possession of that cursed den that my boy heretried to take, and failed," raged out Sir Edward. "Mark, we can donothing here. Off with you, and muster every man we have. I can't showmercy now. Tell Daniel Rugg to get ready an ample supply of powder andfuses, and I'll blow up the hornets' nest, and let them stifle wherethey lie. Rayburn, you'll stay with this poor lad; and Heaven help youto save his life."
"Amen," said Master Rayburn softly.
"His father--his sister--carried off by these demons," muttered SirEdward, and seizing his son's arm, he hurried with him to give hisorders himself.
Mark Eden followed his father, feeling half stunned. The one thoughtwhich seemed to stand out clear above a tangle of others, all blurredand muddled, in his brain, was that these troubles--the attack on theBlack Tor, and the hundred times more terrible one upon Cliff Castle--were caused by him. Certainty Ralph Darley had something to do with it,but he was badly wounded and out of the question now, so that he, MarkEden, must take all the blame.
Then, too, he could not understand his own acts. It all seemed soabsurd, just such a confused sequence of events as would take place in adream, for him to be listening to Ralph's appeal for help, and to beginpitying him, his natural enemy, feeling toward him as if he were hisdearest friend; and then, with his heart burning with rage against thosewho had injured him and his, to follow his father, panting to get readyan expedition whose object was to drive Captain Purlrose and hismurderous, thieving crew off the face of the earth.
That was not the greatest puzzle which helped to confuse Mark Eden, forthere was his father's conduct, so directly opposed to everything whichhad gone before; but at last, after fighting with his confusion for sometime, his head grew clearer, and he drew a long deep breath.
"I know how it is," he said to himself, with a curious smile, mingled ofpleasure and pain; "the old trouble's dead. This business has killedit, and I'm jolly glad."
"Mark, boy," said his father just then, and it seemed to the lad thathis father must have been thinking and feeling in a similar way, "Idaresay you think my conduct strange, after all the teachings of thepast, but nature is sometimes stronger than education, and after whathas taken place we must, as English gentlemen, forget all old enmity,and behave toward the Darleys as--as--as--"
"I'm sure Ralph and his father would have behaved towards us, if we hadbeen in such a terrible state."
"Yes, my boy--thank you--exactly," cried Sir Edward, with a sigh ofrelief. "I was afraid you would think it half mad and strange of me tobe doing this, when--when you see we could go over and take possessionof the Darley's place, and hold it for our own."
"But we couldn't now, father," cried Mark. "If it had been a challenge,and we had gone and attacked them, and conquered, it would have beengrand, but the Edens couldn't go and fight wounded men--hit people whenthey are down."
"No, my boy," said Sir Edward firmly; "the Edens could not do that."
A busy day followed, with the men collected in a state of the wildestexcitement, those who had been wounded in the attack upon the cavern andthe bitter encounter between the allies for the most part declaringtheir readiness to bear arms again.
"But you're not fit, Dan," said Mark, as he stood talking to the headminer.
"Not fit, Master Mark?" cried the sturdy old fellow, showing his teeth;"I'm going to show that gang of murderous wolves that I am very fitindeed. My arm won't go very well, and I turn a bit sick and swimmingwhenever I turn my head."
"Then you mustn't go," cried Mark.
"Mustn't, Master Mark," said the man grimly, "but I must. The lads'llfight as well again with me there. And look here: I won't use my righthand, and I won't turn my head; so I shall be all right, and I'm notgoing to fight."
"Then what is the use of your coming?"
The man half shut one eye.
"Powder!" he whispered--"powder. You know what that will do, eh?"
"Yes, you can manage that, Dan," said Mark thoughtfully.
"Better than any one else, my lad, and that aren't boasting. Look here,Master Mark; I've been having it over with the lads, and we all thinkthe same. The Darleys are about as bad a lot as ever stepped, andthey've done us a lot o' wrong, and deserved all we could give 'em, butthey aren't deserved this, and we are going to forgive 'em a bit. Who'sgoing to stand still and see a lot o' ragged rapscallions come andattack our enemies, and try to take that castle? It aren't to be borne,Master Mark; now is it?"
"No, Dan, it is not to be borne."
"Right, sir. I've heered everything now: how they'd took the castle,and was wineing and beering theirselves, and going to stop there, whenNick Garth--ah! I do mort'ly hate that fellow--sets fire to the place,and burns 'em out. Makes me feel as if I could half forgive him all oldscores. My pick! It was a fine idea."
"A grand idea, Dan."
"And don't you see, Master Mark, as they missed getting Cliff Castle,they'll just wait their time, and catch us napping, and get this place."
"Never," cried Mark hotly.
"Never, it is, Master Mark. Me and the lads'll blow the old place upfirst."
"Mark, my boy," cried Sir Edward just then; "here, I want you."
The lad hurried to his father's side, and a strong hand was clapped uponhis shoulder, Sir Edward looking him full in the face, but with his eyesthoughtful and fixed.
"No," he said suddenly, "they could not think that if you go alone."
"Who, father? Where?" said Mark, staring.
"I've been thinking, boy," said Sir Edward. "We can make up a goodmuster, but we ought to be as strong as we can, and it is only right togive Sir Morton's poor fellows w
ho are left a chance of striking a blowfor their master and young mistress. Would you mind riding over to theenemy's camp, and asking all who can to come and join us in ourexpedition this evening?"
"Mind? No, father: I should like to."
"Then go at once."
"Yes, father."
"And bring back with you all you can. If it's only four or five sturdyfellows, it is worth while; and I hope they will be willing to comeunder my command--no, this will be better: ask them if they will followyou."
"I think I can bring them," cried Mark, flushing.
"Then off. Tell them we have plenty of arms."
Mark hurried away, gave Dummy orders to saddle the cob, and ran in andup to his own room, whose door he opened softly, to start in surprise onfinding a nurse assisting Master Rayburn, and seated by the head of thebed, fanning the heated brow of the poor disfigured lad, as he laymuttering in delirium.
"You here, Mary," said Mark, in a sharp whisper.
"Of course she is, boy," cried the old man testily. "Woman's place--andgirls grow to women--look finer than a queen on a throne, seated by asick-bed."
"Yes," assented Mark. "How is he?"
"Couldn't be worse," said Master Rayburn. "There, go and beat the dogs,and if one of them bites you, we'll make up another bed, and nurse youtoo; won't we, Mary?"
"Oh, no, no, Mark dear; don't, pray don't you get hurt," whispered thegirl wildly.
"He won't get hurt much," said Master Rayburn. "Come to stay?"
"No," said Mark, as he made the old man's eyes twinkle by going ontip-toe to the bedside, and gently taking Ralph's right hand which heheld for a few moments, and then laid it back.
"Needn't put it down in such a hurry, boy," whispered the old man."Didn't hurt you, did it?"
"Poor fellow! No," sighed Mark. "But I must go. Father has ordered meto go down the river to the Cliff, to try and get all the Darley mentogether to come and help in the attack."
"What!" cried Master Rayburn; "Sir Edward has told you to do that?"
"Yes," said Mark, flushing hotly. "Well, what have you to say to it?"
"Nothing," said the old man softly; "only, boy, that I wish you Godspeed."
There was the clatter of hoofs heard through the open window, and Markhurriedly kissed his sister.
"I'll take care," he said, smiling.
"But the Darley men may attack you, Mark," she whispered excitedly.
"I'm not afraid," he said, laughing. "Don't let Ralph Darley die,Master Rayburn; he isn't such a bad fellow after all."
"Bah! Bad, indeed," said the old man, pressing Mark's arm, and lookingat him proudly, "Deal better fellow than you."
The next minute Mark leaped into the saddle, and the restive cob beganto rear.
"Take me with you, Master Mark," said Dummy, as he held the rein.
"Can't! Must go alone, Dum. You come by my side to-night."
"Got to carry bags of powder."
"Well, I shall be there."
"But s'pose the Darleys fight you, Master Mark?"
"They will not, Dummy," cried Mark. "Let go."
And pressing the cob's sides, the little animal bounded over the narrowbridge, and would have galloped in a break-neck fashion down the steepzigzag but for the strong hand at the rein.
The pony had its own way, though, along the rough track by the river, onpast Master Rayburn's peaceful cottage, and away again, till at a bendof the stream the rider saw a cloud of smoke hanging over the ravens'cliff, and soon after caught sight of one corner of the castle, with theglorious beeches and sycamores low down, and birches high up, scorchedand shrivelled; and now he saw through an alley burned by the flamesdriven downward by the wind that the beautiful old pile was reduced to ashell, in whose interior the smoke was still rising from a heap ofsmouldering wood.
As he drew nearer, and crossed the ford which led to the steep path up,he saw on one of the terrace platforms quite a crowd of women andchildren, collected from the outlying cottages and farms, all standinggazing at the smoking ruins; and on one side there was a little group ofmen, some standing, others sitting and lying down upon the stones.
"And if it had not been for Dummy our place might have been like this,"thought Mark, as he rode up. The men, as they caught sight of him,began to rise to their feet, two or three actively, the others as if inpain, but all wearing a savage scowl.
But Mark did not shrink. He rode right past the women, and drew rein,as Nick Garth said fiercely:
"Well, youngster, have you come to enjoy's morning's work?"
"What have I ever done to make you think me such a cowardly brute, NickGarth?" said Mark boldly; as the others uttered a menacing growl."Well," he continued, "is that all you have to say? What about youryoung master?"
The man's face was convulsed by a spasm, and he turned away, pointingthe while at the smoking ruins.
"What does he mean by that?" said Mark to another of the men.
"They killed him," said the man hoarsely. "Burned, poor lad! Inyonder."
"No, no," cried Mark excitedly. "He escaped, and came up to us--to askfor help."
"The young master?" cried Nick, turning back to look at the speakerfiercely; "why, I see him cut down with my own eyes."
"I tell you, he crawled out of the fire. He's badly wounded and burned,but he's lying in my room, with Master Rayburn by his side."
"Say that again--say that again, youngster!" cried Nick Garth, as hecaught Mark fiercely by the hand, and thrust his blood-smeared andblackened face close to him.
"There is no need," said Mark. "He is very bad, but he was able to askus for help."
A wild _hurrah_! burst from the men, even the worst wounded waving theirhands, as they crowded round the startled pony, which began to rear, andtried to unseat his rider.
"Quiet!" cried Mark, patting the spirited little animal's neck, and assoon as it was quiet, turning to the object of his mission.
"Now," he said, "my father starts this evening to crush out this gang ofmiscreants and rescue Sir Morton and your young lady. We have plenty ofswords and pikes, and I have come to ask as many of you as can strike ablow to join us."
"Is this a trap, young gen'leman, to make an end of us now we're weakand down?"
"Look in my eyes, Nick Garth," said Mark, gazing straight at the sullenlowering face. "The Edens are gentlemen, not such vile cowards as that.Now then, who'll come and strike a blow for Sir Morton, your younglady, and Master Ralph Darley, lying helpless there?"
"All on us, my lad," cried Nick, with a fierce growl--"all on us as canmanage to crawl."
"Ay," rose in a shout.
"It's all right, lads," continued Nick; "the young gen'leman means whathe says. No one could be such a hound as to come down upon us now. Isays it's right, sir. We trust you, and if you'll give us your handlike a man-like an Englishman should--we'll come."
Mark's hand went out, and his handsome young face shone with the glowthat was at his heart, as he gripped the grimy blackened hand extendedto him.
He held on tightly, and then gazed wonderingly at the man, whose faceturned of a very ashy hue, and he caught at the pony's mane to savehimself from falling.
"What is it?" cried Mark eagerly; "you are faint!"
"Got my hand brent a bit, young master," said the man, recoveringhimself with a forced laugh. "Better now."
He drew back, and limped a little.
"But you are badly hurt. I'll get Master Rayburn to run down."
"Nay. We'll come up to him. Let him stop with the young master."
"You are not fit to come."
"What! Not to have a stroke at them devils?" cried the man fiercely."I'm a-coming, and so's all as can walk. I'd come if it was half a hour'fore I was going to die. I did try to burn 'em where they weredrinking together, on'y I was in too great a hurry. I ought to ha'waited till they was asleep."
Mark shuddered slightly, but he said no more, and proceeded to examinethe men, all of whom, to the number of seven,
declared themselves fit tocome.
But, including Nick, there were only five really fit to bear arms; therest had unwillingly to give up. Still, there were three quiteuninjured, and these would, Mark felt, be a valuable addition to thelittle force at home, for they were burning to try and do something tohelp Sir Morton in his terrible strait; and even the women wished tojoin. But this was declared impossible, and soon after, feeling thestrangeness of his position, Mark was riding back with his recruits.
Five minutes later, he cried, "Halt!" and sprang from his pony.
"Here, Garth," he cried, "I can't ride and see you limp along with thatwounded leg."
"Can't help my leg being hurt, young sir," cried the man sourly. "Iwon't go back, so there!"
"I don't want you to; I want you to strike for your master; but you arelame. There: up with you. Master Rayburn will make you better able towalk when we get to the Tor."
"What, me ride on your pony?" said the man, staring.
"Yes: up, and don't lose time."
The man refused again and again, till Mark cried fiercely:
"You said you'd follow me, and I'm in command. Up this minute, sir;"and the man climbed into the saddle.
It was in this fashion that Mark Eden led the Darley men up the zigzag,and into the inner court of the Black Tor, where his father's followerswelcomed them with a hearty cheer, for, enemies they might be, but thoseassembled felt that they were stricken sore.