The Young Castellan: A Tale of the English Civil WarFenn, George Manville
History
The Young Castellan: A Tale of the English Civil War
Fenn, George Manville
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
"But they went off at last, sir. Let's see: they come agen, though,
twice after we'd heard the guns, and that kep' us back. Last of all, I
says to t'others, `Now for it, lads, or young Captin Roy'll be thinking
we're feared to come.' They says, `That's so,' and off we starts; but
we hadn't gone far 'fore we finds they're on the road, and we had to run
back and make for Water Lane. Hadn't gone far 'long Water Lane, when we
finds a couple of 'em there. Back we goes again, and creeps along aside
one of the fields, and there they was again, and dozens of 'em on the
watch, as if some one had told 'em we was likely to come over here.
Then we all goes back to the mill and talks it over, and some on us says
as we'd better stop till night; but I says, `Nay! They'll think we're
all cowards, and get shooting at us if we comes in the dark,' and at
last we said we'd go two miles round by the common. And so we did, sir,
crawling on our stummicks in and out among the furze bushes, and every
now and then seeing the sun shine on one of their caps as they rode here
and there.
"Last of all, sir, they seemed to have gone away, and I lifts up my head
and looks about. `All clear, mates!' I says, and up we gets, keeping
as far off as we could, so as to work round. `We've done 'em this
time,' I says, as we went on, and we was coming along splendid, till Bob
Herries happens to look back, and, `Run, lads,' he says; `here they come
arter us!' I was for hiding, sir, but there was no chance, so we all
run our best, with the castle here seeming a long way off; but we got
nigher and nigher, and so did they; and they'd ha' cut us off if it
hadn't been for that gun--though we all thought the next shot might hit
us."
"You did bravely, my lads," cried Roy. "But tell me, what about the men
from the farm?"
"What! aren't they here, sir?" said the man.
"No; we've seen nothing of them."
"Well, I am glad, then, that we aren't the last," said the man, with a
grin of satisfaction; but his face was serious directly. "I don't quite
mean that, sir. I mean I'm sorry they're not here. Then some of those
fellows must have took them. But what I want to know is, how could they
tell we was a-coming to the castle?"
"They must have noticed that you all had a military bearing, my lad.
You are all very different to what you were when you came to join."
A look of pride beamed in the man's face and was reflected in those of
his companions, but he spoke out directly.
"Well, we have tried to get to be soldiers, sir, hard; haven't us,
mates?"
"Ay!" was growled in chorus.
"Yes, you have done well," cried Roy, "and I'm heartily glad to see you
safely here."
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
THE YOUNG CASTELLAN SPEAKS OUT.
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