_Clause._--You now shall know the king o' the beggars' treasure:--Yes--ere to-morrow you shall find your harbour Here,--fail me not, for if I live I'll fit you.
The Beggar's Bush.
The German, determined, it would seem, to assert the vantage-ground on which the discovery had placed him, replied with great pomp and stateliness to the attack of the Antiquary.
``Maister Oldenbuck, all dis may be very witty and comedy, but I have nothing to say--nothing at all--to people dat will not believe deir own eye-sights.It is vary true dat I ave not any of de things of de art, and it makes de more wonder what I has done dis day.But I would ask of you, mine honoured and goot and generous patron, to put your hand into your right-hand waistcoat pocket, and show me what you shall find dere.''
Sir Arthur obeyed his direction, and pulled out the small plate of silver which he had used under the adept's auspices upon the former occasion.``It is very true,'' said Sir Arthur, looking gravely at the Antiquary; ``this is the graduated and calculated sigil by which Mr.Dousterswivel and I regulated our first discovery.''
``Pshaw! pshaw! my dear friend,'' said Oldbuck, ``you are too wise to believe in the influence of a trumpery crown-piece, beat out thin, and a parcel of scratches upon it.I tell thee, Sir Arthur, that if Dousterswivel had known where to get this treasure himself, you would not have been lord of the least share of it.''
``In troth, please your honour,'' said Edie, who put in his word on all occasions, ``I think, since Mr.Dunkerswivel has had sae muckle merit in discovering a' the gear, the least ye can do is to gie him that o't that's left behind for his labour;for doubtless he that kend where to find sae muckle will hae nae difficulty to find mair.''
Dousterswivel's brow grew very dark at this proposal of leaving him to his ``ain purchase,'' as Ochiltree expressed it;but the beggar, drawing him aside, whispered a word or two in his ear, to which he seemed to give serious attention, Meanwhile Sir Arthur, his heart warm with his good fortune, said aloud, ``Never mind our friend Monkbarns, Mr.Dousterswivel, but come to the Castle to-morrow, and I'll convince you that I am not ungrateful for the hints you have given me about this matter--and the fifty Fairport dirty notes, as you call them, are heartily at your service.Come, my lads, get the cover of this precious chest fastened up again.''
But the cover had in the confusion fallen aside among the rubbish, or the loose earth which had been removed from the grave--in short, it was not to be seen.
``Never mind, my good lads, tie the tarpaulin over it, and get it away to the carriage.--Monkbarns, will you walk? Imust go back your way to take up Miss Wardour.''
``And, I hope, to take up your dinner also, Sir Arthur, and drink a glass of wine for joy of our happy adventure.Besides, you should write about the business to the Exchequer, in case of any interference on the part of the Crown.As you are lord of the manor, it will be easy to get a deed of gift, should they make any claim.We must talk about it, though.''
``And I particularly recommend silence to all who are present,''
said Sir Arthur, looking round.All bowed and professed themselves dumb.
``Why, as to that,'' said Monkbarns, ``recommending secrecy where a dozen of people are acquainted with the circumstance to be concealed, is only putting the truth in masquerade, for the story will be circulated under twenty different shapes.But never mind--we will state the true one to the Barons, and that is all that is necessary.''
``I incline to send off an express to-night,'' said the Baronet.
``I can recommend your honour to a sure hand,'' said Ochiltree;``little Davie Mailsetter, and the butcher's reisting powny.''
``We will talk over the matter as we go to Monkbarns,'' said Sir Arthur.``My lads'' (to the work-people), ``come with me to the Four Horse-shoes, that I may take down all your names.
--Dousterswivel, I won't ask you to go down to Monkbarns, as the laird and you differ so widely in opinion; but do not fail to come to see me to-morrow.''
Dousterswivel growled out an answer, in which the words, ``duty,''--``mine honoured patron,''--and ``wait upon Sir Arthurs,''--were alone distinguishable; and after the Baronet and his friend had left the ruins, followed by the servants and workmen, who, in hope of reward and whisky, joyfully attended their leader, the adept remained in a brown study by the side of the open grave.
``Who was it as could have thought this?'' he ejaculated unconsciously.
``Mine heiligkeit! I have heard of such things, and often spoken of such things--but, sapperment! I never, thought to see them! And if I had gone but two or dree feet deeper down in the earth--mein himmel! it had been all mine own--so much more as I have been muddling about to get from this fool's man.''
Here the German ceased his soliloquy, for, raising his eyes, he encountered those of Edie Ochiltree, who had not followed the rest of the company, but, resting as usual on his pike-staff, had planted himself on the other side of the grave.The features of the old man, naturally shrewd and expressive almost to an appearance of knavery, seemed in this instance so keenly knowing, that even the assurance of Dousterswivel, though a professed adventurer, sunk beneath their glances.But he saw the necessity of an claircissement, and, rallying his spirits, instantly began to sound the mendicant on the occurrences of the day.
``Goot Maister Edies Ochiltrees''--
``Edie Ochiltree, nae maister--your puir bedesman and the king's,'' answered the Blue-Gown.
``Awell den, goot Edie, what do you think of all dis?''
``I was just thinking it was very kind (for I darena say very simple) o' your honour to gie thae twa rich gentles, wha hae lands and lairdships, and siller without end, this grand pose o'
