'Get back with you,Belle,Moll,'said the man,still staring at me;'here's something not over canny or comfortable.'
'What is it?'said the same voice;'let me pass,Moll,and I'll soon clear the way';and I heard a kind of rushing down the path.
'You need not be afraid,'said I,addressing myself to the man,'I mean you no harm;I am a wanderer like yourself-come here to seek for shelter-you need not be afraid;I am a Roman chabo by matriculation-one of the right sort,and no mistake-Good-day to ye,brother;I bid ye welcome.'
The man eyed me suspiciously for a moment-then,turning to his horse with a loud curse,he pulled him up from his haunches,and led him and the cart farther down to one side of the dingle,muttering,as he passed me,'Afraid!Hm!'
I do not remember ever to have seen a more ruffianly-looking fellow;he was about six feet high,with an immensely athletic frame;his face was black and bluff,and sported an immense pair of whiskers,but with here and there a gray hair,for his age could not be much under fifty.He wore a faded blue frock-coat,corduroys,and highlows;on his black head was a kind of red nightcap,round his bull neck a Barcelona handkerchief-I did not like the look of the man at all.
'Afraid!'growled the fellow,proceeding to unharness his horse;'that was the word,I think.'
But other figures were now already upon the scene.Dashing past the other horse and cart,which by this time had reached the bottom of the pass,appeared an exceedingly tall woman,or rather girl,for she could scarcely have been above eighteen;she was dressed in a tight bodice and a blue stuff gown;hat,bonnet,or cap she had none,and her hair,which was flaxen,hung down on her shoulders unconfined;her complexion was fair,and her features handsome,with a determined but open expression-she was followed by another female,about forty,stout and vulgar-looking,at whom I scarcely glanced,my whole attention being absorbed by the tall girl.
'What's the matter,Jack?'said the latter,looking at the man.
'Only afraid,that's all,'said the man,still proceeding with his work.
'Afraid at what-at that lad?why,he looks like a ghost-I would engage to thrash him with one hand.'
'You might beat me with no hands at all,'said I,'fair damsel,only by looking at me-I never saw such a face and figure,both regal-why,you look like Ingeborg,Queen of Norway;she had twelve brothers,you know,and could lick them all,though they were heroes:-On Dovrefeld in Norway Were once together seen The twelve heroic brothers Of Ingeborg the queen.'
'None of your chaffing,young fellow,'said the tall girl,'or I will give you what shall make you wipe your face;be civil,or you will rue it.'
'Well,perhaps I was a peg too high,'said I;'I ask your pardon-here's something a bit lower:-
As I was jawing to the gav yeck divvus I met on the drom miro Rommany chi-'
None of your Rommany chies,young fellow,'said the tall girl,looking more menacingly than before,and clenching her fist;'you had better be civil,I am none of your chies;and though I keep company with gypsies,or,to speak more proper,half-and-halfs,I would have you to know that I come of Christian blood and parents,and was born in the great house of Long Melford.'
'I have no doubt,'said I,'that it was a great house;judging from your size I shouldn't wonder if you were born in a church.'
'Stay,Belle,'said the man,putting himself before the young virago,who was about to rush upon me,'my turn is first'-then,advancing to me in a menacing attitude,he said,with a look of deep malignity,'"Afraid,"was the word,wasn't it?'
'It was,'said I,'but I think I wronged you;I should have said,aghast;you exhibited every symptom of one labouring under uncontrollable fear.'
The fellow stared at me with a look of stupid ferocity,and appeared to be hesitating whether to strike or not:ere he could make up his mind,the tall girl started forward,crying,'He's chaffing;let me at him';and before I could put myself on my guard,she struck me a blow on the face which had nearly brought me to the ground.
'Enough,'said I,putting my hand to my cheek;'you have now performed your promise,and made me wipe my face:now be pacified,and tell me fairly the grounds of this quarrel.'
'Grounds!'said the fellow;'didn't you say I was afraid;and if you hadn't,who gave you leave to camp on my ground?'
'Is it your ground?'said I.
'A pretty question,'said the fellow;'as if all the world didn't know that.Do you know who I am?'
'I guess I do,'said I;'unless I am much mistaken,you are he whom folks call the "Flaming Tinman."To tell you the truth,I'm glad we have met,for I wished to see you.These are your two wives,I suppose;I greet them.There's no harm done-there's room enough here for all of us-we shall soon be good friends,I daresay;and when we are a little better acquainted,I'll tell you my history.'
'Well,if that doesn't beat all!'said the fellow.
'I don't think he's chaffing now,'said the girl,whose anger seemed to have subsided on a sudden;'the young man speaks civil enough.'
'Civil!'said the fellow,with an oath;'but that's just like you;with you it is a blow,and all over.Civil!I suppose you would have him stay here,and get into all my secrets,and hear all I may have to say to my two morts.'
'Two morts!'said the girl,kindling up,'where are they?Speak for one,and no more.I am no mort of yours,whatever some one else may be.I tell you one thing,Black John,or Anselo,-for t'other ain't your name,-the same thing I told the young man here,be civil,or you will rue it.'
The fellow looked at the girl furiously,but his glance soon quailed before hers;he withdrew his eyes,and cast them on my little horse,which was feeding amongst the trees.'What's this?'
said he,rushing forward and seizing the animal.'Why,as I am alive,this is the horse of that mumping villain Slingsby.'
'It's his no longer;I bought it and paid for it.'
