Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
He began to search up and down the rift until he came upon two pieces
of wood, one a foot long or something less, the other half as long. He
trimmed them with his knife, and then cutting off one of the points
which fastened his breeches at the knee, tied the two sticks together
with it in such a way that they became a rude cross. He put it into
Jack's hands, and gave him his knife also. "Now," he said, "look here!
The thing I want you to notice first and foremost, lad, is the number
of guns. For every cannon, Jack, cut a nick on this long piece. Do you
see, Jack? For a regiment of foot cut a notch on the right arm. They
will pass by in regiments, probably with a space between, for they
have discipline enough to suit old Leslie, and so you will have no
trouble with them. The horse you will not count easily, and may not be
exact with them. Still, notch them on the other arm as well as you
can, troop by troop. If you get the cannon and foot regiments right, I
shall be able to guess the horse pretty nearly."
"And then shall I bring it to you?" Jack said, gazing with childish
pleasure at his new plaything.
"Yes, as soon as you think that they have all passed. But do not be in
a hurry. When you come, if you do not find me, leave the cross on the
bank here under the moss. Do you understand now?"
"Yes, I understand," said Jack.
"It will not be the only thing hidden here," his brother continued.
"Look, lad, what do you think of that?"
He displaced some overhanging moss with his hand, and Jack, looking
into the crevice thus revealed, fairly gasped with surprise. "Why,
they are----"
"They are the gold vessels from Pattenhall Church!" Frank exclaimed,
in a tone of triumph. "I have despoiled the spoilers! The woman who
came out with the light last night had them buried under yonder
tree--the one you can see at the end here. Come this way, and I will
show you! When I slipped out, fearing she might surprise me, I found
her at work covering something up with a spade. I watched her go, and
then as soon as it was light I tried my luck there. I found these
little matters tied up in a napkin."
"And you took them?" Jack said.
"Took them? Of course I took them. I put three stones in the napkin in
place of them, and filled up the ground neatly. And one of these days
some one will be disappointed."
"Hush!" said Jack, raising his hand quickly. "What is that?"
CHAPTER VI.
DEAD SEA APPLES.
The two had advanced without thought to the foot of the tree which
Frank had indicated, and in doing so had quitted the shelter of the
rift, from which an open space a dozen yards in width now separated
them. The deep shade of the yew-tree which stretched its arms above
them still afforded some protection, the glare of the sun on the
moorland intensifying its gloom and blackness. But such protection was
partial only; it could not avail against persons approaching the tree
closely.
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