There was a pause, and then old Quilleash said with quiet gravity, "I'm
for religion myself, and singing hymns at whiles, and maybe a bit of a
spell at the ould Book, but when it comes to trusting for life, d----d
if I don't look for summat substantial."
As little was their stubborn purpose to be disturbed by spiritual faith
as Dan's resolution was to be shaken by bodily terrors. They gave him as
long to decide as it took a man to tell a hundred. The counting was done
by Teare amid dead silence of the others.
Then it was that, thinking rapidly, Dan saw the whole terrible issue.
His mind went back to the visit of the Bishop to the castle, and to the
secret preparations that had been made for his own escape. He remembered
that the sumner had delivered up his keys to the Bishop, and that the
Bishop had left the door of the cell open. In a quick glance at the
facts he saw but too plainly that if he never returned to take his trial
it would be the same to his father as if he had accepted the means of
escape that had been offered him. The Bishop, guilty in purpose, but
innocent in fact, would then be the slave of any scoundrel who could
learn of his design. Though his father had abandoned his purpose, he
would seem to have pursued it, and the people whom he had bribed to help
him would but think that he had used other instruments. There could be
only one explanation of his absence--that he escaped; only one means of
escape--the Bishop; only one way of saving the Bishop from unmerited and
life-long obloquy--returning to his trial; and only one condition of
going back alive--promising to plead "Not guilty" to the charge of
causing the death of Ewan.
It was an awful conflict of good passions with passions that were not
bad. At one moment the sophistry took hold of him that, as his promise
was being extorted by bodily threats, it could not be binding on his
honor; that he might give the men the word they wanted, go back to save
his father, and finally act at the trial as he knew to be best. But at
the next moment in his mind's eye he saw himself in the prisoner's dock
by the side of these five brave fellows, all standing for their lives,
all calmly trusting in his promise, and he heard himself giving the plea
that might send them to their deaths. Better any consequences than such
treachery. Truth it must be at all costs; truth to them and to himself.
And as for the Bishop, when did the Almighty ask for such poor help as
the lie of a blood-stained criminal to save the honor of a man of God?
It was a terrible crisis of emotion, but it was brief. The counting
ended, and Quilleash called for the answer.
"No, I can not do it--God forgive me, I wish I could," said Dan, in a
burst of impatience.
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