Ruth rose to her feet in agitation. Mr. Wilding interposed himself between her and the guard, his hand upon his sword.
"My lord," he cried, "do they teach no better courtesy in France?"Feversham scowled at him, smiling darkly. "I shall talk wit' you soon, sare," said he, his words a threat.
"But, my lord.. ." began Richard. "I can make it very plain I am no traitor...""In t'e mornin'," said Feversham blandly, waving his hand, and the sergeant took Richard by the shoulder.
But Richard twisted from his grasp. "In the morning will be too late,"he cried. "I have it in my power to render you such a service as you little dream of.""Take `im away," said Feversham wearily.
"I can save you from destruction," bawled Richard, "you and your army."Perhaps even now Feversham had not heeded him but for Wilding's sudden interference.
"Silence, Richard!" he cried to him. "Would you betray...?" He checked on the word; more he dared not say; but he hoped faintly that he had said enough.
Feversham, however, chanced to observe that this man who had shown himself hitherto so calm looked suddenly most singularly perturbed.
"Eh?" quoth the General. "An instan', Sergean'. What is t'is, eh?" - and he looked from Wilding to Richard.
"Your lordship shall learn at a price," cried Richard.
"Me, I not bargain wit' traitors," said his lordship stiffly.
"Very well, then," answered Richard, and he folded his arms dramatically.
"But no matter what your lordship's life may be hereafter, you will never regret anything more bitterly than you shall regret this by sunrise if indeed you live to see it."Feversham shifted uneasily on his feet. "`What you say?" he asked.
"What you mean?"
"You shall know at a price," said Richard again.
Wilding, realizing the hopelessness of interfering now, stood gloomily apart, a great bitterness in his soul at the indiscretion he had committed in telling Richard of the night attack that was afoot.
"Your lordship shall hear my price, but you need not pay it me until you have had an opportunity of verifying the information I have to give you.
"Tell me," said Feversham after a brief pause, during which he scrutinized the young man's face.
"If your lordship will promise liberty and safe-conduct to my sister and myself.""Tell me," Feversham repeated.
"When you have promised to grant me what I ask in return for my information.""Yes, if I t'ink your information is wort'""I am content," said Richard. He inclined his head and loosed the quarrel of his news. "Your camp is slumbering, your officers are all abed with the exception of the outpost on the road to Bridgwater. What should you say if I told you that Monmouth and all his army are marching upon you at this very moment, will probably fall upon you before another hour is past?"Wilding uttered a groan, and his hands fell to his sides. Had Feversham observed this he might have been less ready with his sneering answer.
"A lie!" he answered, and laughed. "My fren', I `ave myself been to-night, at midnight, on t'e moore, and I `ave `eard t'e army of t'e Duc de Monmoot' marching to Bristol on t'e road - what you call t'e road, Wentwort'?""The Eastern Causeway, my lord," answered the captain.
"Voil!" said Feversham, and spread his hands. "What you say now, eh?""That that is part of Monmouth's plan to come at you across the moors, by way of Chedzoy, avoiding your only outpost, and falling upon you in your beds, all unawares. Lord! sir, do not take my word for it. Send out your scouts, and I dare swear they'll not need go far before they come upon the enemy."Feversham looked at Wentworth. His lordship's face had undergone a change.
"What you t'ink?" he asked.
"Indeed, my lord, it sounds so likely," answered Wentworth, "that...
hat... I marvel we did not provide against such a contingency.""But I `ave provide'!" cried this nephew of the great Turenne.
