Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Peddlers -- Fiction; Riots -- England -- Fens, The -- Fiction
The discharge of the fowling-piece had produced a hush in the voices
outside.
None knew whether, in the darkness, some one had been hit. But when,
after a pause, it was found that no harm had been done, then there
broke forth loud cries and execrations; the courage of the rabble rose
with a sense of its immunity, and a rain of brickbats beat against
the windows of the house, shivering the panes. The kitchen-maid fell
on the floor in a fit. Mrs. Tunkiss went into a series of shrieks.
Renewed blows were raised against the house door, and they were
accompanied with cries of, 'Smash it in! Tear the tiger's house down!
He has hundreds of pounds put away somewhere. If he will not pay twenty
sovereigns when we ask civil, we will take two hundred.'
Then one shrill voice cried, 'Make a bonfire of the wheat ricks.'
'Ki Drownlands! will you do nothing?' asked Mark; 'will you not give up
a few pounds to save those long ranges of stacks?'
'Let them do their worst,' answered the master of Prickwillow doggedly.
'By the light of the fire I will note every face, and mark them all
down, man by man, and then woe betide them.'
Then a burst of cheers, and cries of, 'That will do famously. We will
have that out. Get horses, harness, and we will drive to Ely.'
Zita ran to the window, and returned hastily with a blank face.
'They have found my van! They have got inside. They are clambering on
the roof. They are treating it worse than poultry! Oh, Mark! Mark!'
Then through the window she pleaded, 'Spare my van. Here are ten gold
sovereigns.' Then to Mark, 'Take my money, go to the men, and get them
to leave my darling, precious van alone.'
'Stay,' said Drownlands. 'I have changed my mind.' He went to the door
and summoned the domestics who had fled when the brickbat crashed into
the room. 'Come here, Leehanna. Sarah, get out of your fits and come at
once. Come here, Tom Easy.'
The frightened servants obeyed.
'Bring a candle,' he said.
The scared housekeeper did as required.
When Drownlands had received the light, he went into the passage, and,
holding it before the face of Mark, said to the domestics, 'Do you know
who this is? Is not this Mark Runham? Can you swear to it?' He paused
for an answer to each question.
'He has come here, pushed his way into my house, against my wishes, to
force me to contribute twenty pounds towards the cause of the rioters.
He threatens me with the burning of my ricks if I do not comply. Is it
not so?'
'I have come,' said Mark, 'because I am desirous to save you, as well
as others in your house, from injury; and also to intervene and protect
these misguided men against committing a crime.'
'They touched nothing at Crumbland.'
'No; we gave them food and drink.'
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