False EvidenceOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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False Evidence
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Soldiers -- Fiction
"By accident, the latter," I answered. I saw you come out of this den
months ago, when I was riding across the moor to Silverbridge. I
thought it was a chance resemblance then, but when I saw you in the
wood I knew you. John Hilton, I am not going to denounce you as one of
that gang of poachers; on the other hand, I have purposely refrained
from handing in your description. But you have an account to settle
with me.
He grasped his cudgel again.
"What do you mean?" he muttered.
"I shall show you," I answered. I turned aside to the woman, who sat
watching us with a weary, indifferent stare.
"How long is it since you had anything to eat?" I asked.
"Yester forenoon," she moaned. "Him there"--she pointed to her
husband--"he daredna go owt, and I ain't got no money, nor nowt to
sell. We be starving."
I put my hand in my pocket and gave her half-a-sovereign.
"Take that, and go and get something at once," I said.
She started to her feet, and her fingers closed eagerly over the coin.
Then she drew her shawl around her and hurried to the door.
"I'll be back inside o' an hour, Jack," she called out to her husband.
"We'll 'a some supper to-night; I'll go to Jones's"--and she hurried
away.
I turned to the man, who stood looking hungrily after his wife.
"John Hilton, I said that I had an account to settle with you. I have.
It is through your damnable conspiracy and lying that my father is
wandering about in a foreign land a miserable man; that I am here
compelled to bear a false name and occupy a false position. If you
think that I have forgiven you this because I gave your wife money and
do not cause you to be arrested as a poacher, you are mistaken. I
don't want your miserable life. I wouldn't take it if I had the
chance. But I am going to give you the soundest horsewhipping you ever
had in your life."
He shrunk back. He was a coward at heart, but he had plenty of bravado.
"Now, look 'ere, young mister," he said, savagely, "you've given my
missus money when we wanted it, lad, and I don't want to hurt you. But
you're only a stripling, and if you lay 'ands on me I sha'n't take it
quiet, I can tell you. Now keep off."
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