Yf Irish ffoxe com out of rocks Grip and hold hym tight.""I would have showed it my father," said Will, "but--""I verily believe it to be a blind.See now, this is the handwriting of a man who has been trying to write vilely, and yet cannot.Look at that B, and that G; their formae formativae never were begotten in a hedge-school.And what is more, this is no Devon man's handiwork.We say 'to' and not 'by,' Will, eh? in the West country?""Of course."
"And 'man,' instead of 'him'?"
"True, O Daniel! But am I to do nothing therefore?""On that matter I am no judge.Let us ask much-enduring Ulysses here; perhaps he has not sailed round the world without bringing home a device or two."Whereon Amyas was called to counsel, as soon as Mr.Cary could be stopped in a long cross-examination of him as to Mr.Doughty's famous trial and execution.
Amyas pondered awhile, thrusting his hands into his long curls; and then--"Will, my lad, have you been watching at the Deer Park End of late?""Never."
"Where, then?"
"At the town-beach."
"Where else?
"At the town-head."
"Where else?"
"Why, the fellow is turned lawyer! Above Freshwater.""Where is Freshwater?"
"Why, where the water-fall comes over the cliff, half-a-mile from the town.There is a path there up into the forest.""I know.I'll watch there to-night.Do you keep all your old haunts safe, of course, and send a couple of stout knaves to the mill, to watch the beach at the Deer Park End, on the chance; for your poet may be a true man, after all.But my heart's faith is, that this comes just to draw you off from some old beat of yours, upon a wild-goose chase.If they shoot the miller by mistake, Isuppose it don't much matter?"
"Marry, no."
"'When a miller's knock'd on the head, The less of flour makes the more of bread.'""Or, again," chimed in old Mr.Cary, "as they say in the North--"'Find a miller that will not steal, Or a webster that is leal, Or a priest that is not greedy, And lay them three a dead corpse by;And by the virtue of them three, The said dead corpse shall quicken'd be.'""But why are you so ready to watch Freshwater to-night, Master Amyas?""Because, sir, those who come, if they come, will never land at Mouthmill; if they are strangers, they dare not; and if they are bay's-men, they are too wise, as long as the westerly swell sets in.As for landing at the town, that would be too great a risk;but Freshwater is as lonely as the Bermudas; and they can beach a boat up under the cliff at all tides, and in all weathers, except north and nor'west.I have done it many a time, when I was a boy.""And give us the fruit of your experience now in your old age, eh?
Well, you have a gray head on green shoulders, my lad; and I verily believe you are right.Who will you take with you to watch?""Sir," said Frank, "I will go with my brother; and that will be enough.""Enough? He is big enough, and you brave enough, for ten; but still, the more the merrier.""But the fewer, the better fare.If I might ask a first and last favor, worshipful sir," said Frank, very earnestly, "you would grant me two things: that you would let none go to Freshwater but me and my brother; and that whatsoever we shall bring you back shall be kept as secret as the commonweal and your loyalty shall permit.I trust that we are not so unknown to you, or to others, that you can doubt for a moment but that whatsoever we may do will satisfy at once your honor and our own.""My dear young gentleman, there is no need of so many courtier's words.I am your father's friend, and yours.And God forbid that a Cary--for I guess your drift--should ever wish to make a head or a heart ache; that is, more than--""Those of whom it is written, 'Though thou bray a fool in a mortar, yet will not his folly depart from him,'" interposed Frank, in so sad a tone that no one at the table replied; and few more words were exchanged, till the two brothers were safe outside the house;and then--
"Amyas," said Frank, "that was a Devon man's handiwork, nevertheless; it was Eustace's handwriting.""Impossible!"
"No, lad.I have been secretary to a prince, and learnt to interpret cipher, and to watch every pen-stroke; and, young as Iam, I think that I am not easily deceived.Would God I were! Come on, lad; and strike no man hastily, lest thou cut off thine own flesh."So forth the two went, along the park to the eastward, and past the head of the little wood-embosomed fishing-town, a steep stair of houses clinging to the cliff far below them, the bright slate roofs and white walls glittering in the moonlight; and on some half-mile farther, along the steep hill-side, fenced with oak wood down to the water's edge, by a narrow forest path, to a point where two glens meet and pour their streamlets over a cascade some hundred feet in height into the sea below.By the side of this waterfall a narrow path climbs upward from the beach; and here it was that the two brothers expected to meet the messenger.
Frank insisted on taking his station below Amyas.He said that he was certain that Eustace himself would make his appearance, and that he was more fit than Amyas to bring him to reason by parley;that if Amyas would keep watch some twenty yards above, the escape of the messenger would be impossible.Moreover, he was the elder brother, and the post of honor was his right.So Amyas obeyed him, after making him promise that if more than one man came up the path, he would let them pass him before he challenged, so that both might bring them to bay at the same time.
So Amyas took his station under a high marl bank, and, bedded in luxuriant crown-ferns, kept his eye steadily on Frank, who sat down on a little knoll of rock (where is now a garden on the cliff-edge)which parts the path and the dark chasm down which the stream rushes to its final leap over the cliff.
