Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction
Their dialogue was interrupted by sounds in the hallway outside; a
scraping and shuffling of heavily-shod feet, with something that
resembled the strokes of a wooden mallet upon the stone flags,
administered in regular repetition. It was no mystery, however, either
to the Governor or the knight, both already aware that they were to see
a man with a wooden leg.
Which they did, as the door was again pushed open, and the usher entered
for the third time, conducting in Jerky Jack and his sister, the
sergeant bringing up the rear.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
A DESPATCH CUNNINGLY CONVEYED.
The officers had separated into two groups, one on each side the
Governor, as the odd trinity of personages was presented to him; these,
as they came up, falling into line--Rob on the right, the woman left,
and Jack central, as a pollard between two tall trees.
Not yet aware of his colonel being in the room, the sergeant, as
introducer of the other pair, was about to make known their business--of
which Winny after all had given him a hint--when Sir Richard stepped
forward to interrogate them. The knight had received instructions for
this, on account of his acquaintance with the party.
"Well, sergeant," he said, after nodding recognition to Jack and his
sister, "what may your Forest friends be wanting? I hope they haven't
got into any trouble with our soldiers, or the Bristol folk?"
"No, Sir Richard; nothin' o' that sort whatsoever. They ha' just
entered the city, comin' frae Gloster, an' wi' a message from Colonel
Massey to his honner here." The speaker, by a look, indicated the head
figure of the listening assemblage; then added, "They think it be
somethin' o' very great consarn, seein' how the Colonel ha' told them
not to lose a minnit in the deliverin' o't."
At this all eyes turned eagerly upon the cadgers. A message from
Massey, who commanded at Gloucester, and at such a crisis! It should
mean something of importance.
"Perhaps your Excellency would prefer hearing it in private?" suggested
Sir Richard, with a feint at withdrawing, imitated by the other
officers.
"No, no!" rejoined the _ci-devant_ lawyer, who, unlike his
confraternity, was of aught but secretive habit. "Stay, gentlemen!
Whatever it be, we're all equally interested in it. Now, my worthy
friends," he continued, his glance alternating between the little man
and big woman, "what is this matter with which Colonel Massey has
entrusted you? You may speak out openly and without fear."
The words of encouragement were superfluous. Neither Jerky Jack nor his
sister were of the stuff to be affrighted, though they stood in the
presence of Royalty itself. They had travelled too far, and seen too
much of the world for that.
"It be wrote, yer honner." The woman it was who spoke. "The thing be's
all put down on paper; an' Jack--my brother, sir--ha' got it on him, hid
away, as there was a fear us might meet the Cavalieres."
"Well, you needn't fear meeting them here. So let Jack produce it."
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