i ever had the name of one that kept to himself, nor was bedfellow to none upon the high toby. 'tis true enough that i have mixed in one or two affairs with others of my kidney, but these were mainly in my heady youth and when i was raw upon the pad, and the issues for the more part were against me. for one, there was that business with creech about the king's treasure chests, the which came near to hanging of us all through that toad, timothy grubbe. indeed, i have never cared to participate in any act that was not of my own devising, and there was none on the road that i would ha' pinned my faith on—no, not even old jeremy starbottle, that was hanged afore my time. for this reason it was that i was used to avoid the portsmouth road, which, being so greatly traversed, and so set with wastes and wilds, was pretty much in favour with our gentry.[2] i was often in the west, where my chief quarry lay, or the north road was that on which i beat; but, lord! there was no point nor parcel of these shires that knew me not at one time or another, and i warrant i kept the officers all over the country a-jigging. yet i was once took for an affair near petersfield, and swore not to touch that road again, but to leave it to the scurvy tiddlers that hold it. i came back, however, once after, and that was upon a late december night, and when the moon was shining and the sky alight and glistening.

i had rode across from alton with two bottles of good wine under my jacket, and a pocket of gold guineas, and i was trotting across witley common whistling of an air, very merry, and with no thought but to come by town the easier, lying maybe by guildford that night in a cosy private tavern that i knew. some imp of mischief shook me up and cozened me that night, for i had no intent in the world but to walk like a plain citizen or any talking parson. yet what happens but this—that i, like a sorry fool, spying of a coach that was running down from the hills with a great clatter, and two postilions before, set up a cry and a hulloa, and ere they or dick ryder himself was aware of what he would do, why calypso was alongside,[3] i had gotten the reins in my hands, and the nose of my pistol was through the window.

the body of that coach trembled under a concussion of someone that threw himself about within, but there came a voice on that.

"stay, nick, you fool, and let's guess at where we are."

"'sdeath," says another voice, "i will run this fellow through."

"young man," says i, seeing the moon shine clear upon his face as he peered through the window, "you know not with whom ye are dealing. heaven rest the soul of them that withstand dick ryder!"

at that the other man puts his head to the window also and looks out.

"oh," says he, in a quiet voice, "so this is captain ryder! i ha' heard some talk of you, captain; your name has travelled."

"why, yes," said i, laughing, for this was no news to me; "you will find it from the quantocks to the humber, and that with a significance. i tell you, sirs, that ryder spells terror to those that he chooses."

"well, then," says the second gentleman, eyeing me queerly, "we are now to learn if captain ryder does so choose with us poor devils."

"stab me!" cries t'other, who was a hot[4] young blood, "i will snick the rogue through, avory."

"you will do nothing of the like, nick," says he, sharply. "would ye peril our precious lives? hear ye not that i have some inkling of this gentleman's repute? gad, i would keep my skin sound, so i would;" and turning to me he smiled pleasantly, beckoning away my pistol that was still directed on the window.

"we are at your mercy, captain," said he, coolly. "what prize guess you that you have taken?"

"why," said i, "i give not a groat for prize or no prize. i do what i list, and 'tis my whim to catch a pair of fine cocks thus."

"well," says he to the other, "i see we must needs open our pockets. i thank heaven that 'twas you won from me this evening; so i shall lose the less."

he was a tall fellow was this one, with a fair wig and two cold eyes, and he spoke in an equable fashion, with neither a smile nor a frown upon him. yet he had clearly a command of the other, who prepared to empty his pockets. this set me thinking.

"what," says i to myself, "is amiss with this game cock that he will not venture his spurs?" and i looked sharply on him.

"captain ryder," says he, very deliberate,[5] "there is on our bodies, as i assure you as a gentleman, but ten poor guineas, scant alms for this great office of yours, as i will admit."

"deliver," said i. "'twill serve me for some madam in town as well as you."

"that is very true, ryder," said he, bending his golden eyebrows at me. "yet consider this. behind these fine apparels no doubt you will say there is a stout purse somewhere. ay, so it is. we are upon our way to godalming, where we lie at the angel. what! d'ye suppose that any gentleman of the court would travel abroad so ill provided?"

"what does this mean?" i asked bluntly, looking at both, but very wary; for i trusted him not.

"look ye, captain," he answered, showing his teeth, "i am in want of some such brave fellow as yourself, and you shall choose between two courses—whether to strip us of these few and paltry coins or to take service for a noble sum."

"there is some emprise you would do?" i asked surprised.

"nay, a very easy task," said he, airily, "but one to be well paid, i warrant."

"what price would you put on this job?" said i, considering.

"i believe, nick, there is one hundred[6] guineas awaiting at the angel, is't not?" said he, turning to his fellow.

he that was termed nick nodded in a surly fashion.

"'tis a nice round bag," said i, "and what should be done for this?" for i was sick of these approaches, and i liked him not.

"i have a runaway wife," says he, with a faint smile. "faith, captain, she is a madcap; she stalketh by day and by night, and she has taken wings from her dear husband. i would have you to unite us again."

i grinned on him, for i knew what this portended. "sure this poor lady must be clipped, but where?" i asked.

"she rides from midhurst," said he, "and doubtless will pass this way. i had intended with this friend, who is so kind to give me sympathy and his company—i had intended to have catched her myself and brought her to a meeting. but, captain, you will understand my feelings. my emotions run. i am wax. she were best in your civil hands, that would not imbrue themselves in hasty deeds. you will soothe and dissuade her, i warrant, a man of your tongue. she needs but a sure hand and a cool heart, which i dare not promise. i am disaffected by my passion. i would use an instrument rather."

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again i corresponded with him in a grin, for i guessed at what fellow he was.

"this is very well," said i, "but by your leave i would learn what warranty have i of this payment."

"you have the honour of sir gilbert avory," said he.

i knew him then for what he was, the greatest cupid in the court, and one that stood at no hazards to boot. there were tales of this sir gilbert, in sooth, upon every wench's tongue. but this was no business of mine.

"very well," said i, "if 'tis a petticoat you are after i say no more. faith, i have been about them myself, and i know no greater zest in a pursuit. 'slife, your worship, i blame you not, and you shall come by your own."

"that is spoken with spirit," he answered, "and now there remains to set you on your quarry. the coach has a green body, and the lady—my lady that is—is crowned with a mass of red hair."

"there was never a nut," said i, "given dick ryder but he cracked it i' the jaw."

"then," says he, smiling civilly out of his broad face, "we have your leave to depart."

"go in heaven's name," said i, laughing, "and if i get not those hundred guineas, call me catchpole."

[8]

with that i drew off, and the coach rolled away, disappearing into the shining distance; but i rode back a little distance until i had come to the half moon tavern in the middle of that wilderness. here i sat for an hour or more, hob-a-nobbing with the landlord, and drinking of mulled wine to keep me warm. there was no sound upon the roads in all that time, so that i had grown to fear sir gilbert was mistaken, and that the lady was gone another way. a little on eleven, however, there comes a sound from far away, and the landlord sets his ear to the door.

"'tis a coach," says he, "and they drive fast."

"they have a need," said i, with a yawn, "for 'tis growing late enough, and indeed, 'tis time i was upon my road." with which i called on the ostler for calypso. by the time i was in the saddle, and standing ready before the tavern in that great open space of the woods, the coach had rolled up and fled past into the night with a huge clamour and the groaning of axles and shrieking of postilions. but in that glimpse of the lights i had seen that the body was of a greenish colour.

i pulled calypso out on the highway, therefore, and, taking to my pistols, set her to canter sharply across the waste. the coach was flying like a frightened pigeon,[9] and the lights dwindled afore me, shaking and rocking as they ran. but i was in no hurry, and fetched the mare nearer, keeping her at an even distance. then it seemed that some suspicion took them, for the moonlight struck full upon me, throwing me out like a black shadow a-riding on them. so the postilions heightened their pace, plying their whips, and when that would not serve, they began to call out, and turned the horses from the highway upon a track that ran among vast and sombre pines. i cried to them to halt, but the fools only increased their terror and their efforts, and the big coach lurched and rumbled over the rough ground, crashing among the branches of the firs, while the horses galloped and leaped in a panic. i put spurs to the mare and went after them, cautiously enough, for the road was darkened by the trees about it. yet i drew nigh foot by foot, being in no haste, for the wretches knew not whither they rushed. and presently i heard a woman's voice calling angrily and calling loudly, and then there was a stream of oaths from the postboys mingled with some shrill screaming. i came out at that instant from the cover of the firs, and there before me was the coach, sunk to its axles in a marshy place such as are thereabouts, with the devil of a commotion in progress.

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"what ado is this?" i cried, coming up and pulling in the nag. but at that the screaming began again, and one of the postboys levelled a pistol at me. "put up that toy," said i, sharply, "or by the lord i will let light in your brains, you numbskull."

"jerry, do as the gentleman bids you," said a woman's voice out of the coach, and looking in i saw plain enough that i had here what i wanted. she was a slim-bodied girl with a great canopy of guinea-coloured hair, her bosom moved quickly for all her brave voice. but that gave me a kindly sense of her.

"who are you?" she says boldly enough, while the maid was still whimpering by her.

"bless those red lips," says i, "but who should i be save one attracted by your distress who is come to help you?" she regarded me doubtfully. "come," i went on, "let me give you a hand, mistress, for that pretty face will ere long kiss the mud else, which is no business for it."

she shrank away, but i took hold on her. "come, come," said i, "by your leave, pretty miss."

she trembled, but she kept her face. "i will give you what you wish," she answered. "put no finger upon me. here is my purse. you would not rob my maid."

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"'tis not your purse i want," said i, laughing, "but your person, my dear."

"oh," she cried out in alarm; and then, "had not these cravens refused my commands we should be galloping into milford and not thus at your mercy."

"i would ha' gone, not only to milford, but to the gallows, for that sweet face," i said, bowing.

"what would you do with me?" she asked, now all of a flutter. "know you not that i am mrs barbara crawford, wife to mr crawford of grebe?"

"fie!" said i, laughing at her. "i would be ashamed at your years to talk so! what does a chit like you know of wives?"

she turned red, and then suddenly white, as i haled her from the coach, struggling with me like a vixen.

"fire, jerry, fire," she cried; but the lout was too frightened, and so i flung her before me on calypso, and, with a discharge of my pistol through jerry's hat as he fumbled with his blunderbuss, which set up a new alarm, i got out of the marsh swiftly, and was soon striking through the firs towards milford.

this mrs barbara, as she called herself, wrestled like satan, but presently came to be quiet, and, says she, in a cool voice,—

[12]

"i would sit up. fear not; you have done your will with me."

"there is spirit in this wench," said i, and i fetched her up on the mare's crupper, where she sat, gaping out into the night.

"you go by blind ways," said she next. "this is not the road."

"why," said i, "no, or that dulcet voice of yours would call louder than i like. you may squeal, my pretty," says i, "but you are bound upon what path your legs should go."

"and what path is that?" she asked soberly.

"'tis where all women walk," i answered with a chuckle. "they know the road. i have seen 'em ride that way in troops."

"you have a generous knowledge of the sex," says she after a pause.

"i ha' been in many circumstances," said i, "and i know a stark wench—also, mark ye, i know when one kicks that would be fain."

"i think you mistake me, sir," said she with dignity. "but whither are we set?"

"what you shall see that you shall see," said i, lightly, for i had an acquaintance with women and knew what way was best to take them.

"sir," says she to me on that, "i have no doubt that you are a man of honour."

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"ay, so it is there you would tickle me?" i cried, laughing. "gadzooks, so i am, and one to keep my word whenever it is given."

"then 'tis given against me?" she said, after a moment's silence, and very gravely.

"faith, but you talk too much," i cried, in an irritation at her persistence. "you shall neither cajole nor trick me, and that's plain enough for you. i have shut my ears afore to many pleading tongues that wagged in dainty mouths. you are none so sweet as to dissuade me, madam, fair though you be."

she was silent again for a time, and then she spoke bitterly. "ay," said she, "yet 'tis my fairness that has pulled this ruin upon me."

"why, you gabble of ruin," said i, with a sneer, "as one that wears the buskin. i warrant there is that in you that knows well enough and laments not. i care not what ye think or what ye wish. you shall do my will and no other."

she made no answer, and now we were come to a hamlet upon the back parts of milford, where a stream ran under a bridgeway and by high cliffs. 'twas a place called eashing. here was an inn that i had once visited, with an old goose-neck for a landlord, and, taking pity on mrs barbara (if she were[14] so called) and her white face, i stopped before the door and, demanding to be shown into a privy room, led her thither.

"you will have a glass of wine against your faintness," said i, quickly, "but i will have no speaking. raise your voice and you shall learn the worst, and what it is to offend dick ryder."

she said nothing, but sat very still and pallid, watching me with fluttering eyes; nor would she take the wine i ordered.

"drink, my little cockatrice," said i, with command, and on that she sipped at the liquor, making a pretence.

a little after comes the innkeeper, and, staring on us, beckons me forth with his finger. i stepped into the passage wondering what game this might be, when says he, suddenly,—

"i recognise you, captain. yonder are fine feathers. a precious morsel you ha' gotten somewhere," says he.

"oh, damn your words," says i. "d'ye suppose i left my home to hear this muck?"

"no, captain," says he, lowering his voice, "but there has been a pother on the heaths this past week, and the traps are about. there is one or more in the room behind you."

at that i whistled and thanked him.[15] "i will put the wine in my gullet and mizzle," said i, not that i cared for the traps, but 'twas safer for the aim i was making. so i was not three minutes ere i was in the saddle with the girl as before, and we were riding amain for godalming.

"you ride hard, sir," said she, presently; and when i made no answer, for to say the truth i wanted no more of her voice, and the job for the first time disaffected me, "i think i should say," she went on quietly, "that when you were with the taverner there was one looked in upon me from a further room."

"why d'ye say this?" i asked abruptly.

"he was well armed," says she, "and there was another with him. i had but to raise my finger," she says quietly.

"why did you not?" i asked in a surprise.

"i knew nought of them," she answered; "and i know this of you, that you are more honest than you seem, sir."

at that i laughed, though i will confess the wench took me by her talk, pretty parrot. "well, you must know," i said, "that those were the officers of the law who watched you, and they would ha' been glad to lay hands on dick ryder."

"it may be," she replied thoughtfully. "but i regret not. there is that in your face i would rather trust."

[16]

at that i pulled in calypso. "look you!" said i, "who are you, and what do you here? i can get no ease of this puzzle. are ye maid, saint or sinner?"

"nay, but i am wife and maid, sir," says she, her face deepening with colour; "i am the mistress barbara crawford, that was wed this day at midhurst."

"what!" cried i, "you are wed this day!"

"indeed," says she, "'tis so; and now am i stolen away and like to be no longer what i am."

"where is your husband?" i asked sharply, fixing her with my eyes.

"he was called away almost ere the marriage was finished," she answered distressfully. "there was news brought of his father's illness, and he rode off. yet was he to meet me this night at guildford."

for a moment i was silent, for there leaped into my mind a notion of what that rogue, sir gilbert avory, was about, and then—for the creature drew me compassionately, and she was but a chick for all her steady face,—

"by heaven," says i, "but this is to go beyond me. i spoil no proper sport, not i; and you and your husband sup together to-night, i promise you, so shall ye."

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she looked at me somewhat startled, but with a glow of colour on her face.

"i knew you were true, i knew you were true," said she, repeating it, and seizing of my hand.

"oh, faugh," says i, "i am well enough," for it irked me to think for what i had taken her all along.

"will you tell me," she asked in a hesitating voice, "who was it that put you to this?"

"you are welcome to that," i returned bluntly. "'twas sir gilbert avory himself."

she sighed. "so i had guessed," she said. "he has persecuted me a full year, and no doubt 'twas he that drew off my husband."

that, as i knew, was like enough, but there was no time to fall discussing of mr crawford nor sir gilbert neither. the hour was late and we must be pushing.

"you will take me back?" says she, softly.

i broke out laughing. "lord no!" says i. "bless your bobbing heart, d'ye think you will find the coach still a-sticking in the mud?"

"you will ride then to guildford?" she asked with some diffidence, and regarding me beseechingly. "'twould try your generosity to do this for me."

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"ay," said i, "we ride for guildford, but by way of godalming."

"what!" she cried, stricken with fear, "you would carry me where that man lies!"

"'twas that very maggot was in my head, mistress," i said; for indeed i had taken a notion to have the laugh of this same smiling beau.

she clasped her hands, and would have appealed to me, but i broke in sharply on that silly pate. "faith, you must render yourself to me, or i will none of it. i make my plans and so abide. you shall come off with a sound skin, and cry 'pap' to your husband. have no fears."

to this soothing she said nothing, and presently we resumed our journey, and, getting into the town, pulled up afore the angel. it was now close upon midnight, and there was but one light in the inn, which shone from a room above. mrs barbara looked on me in alarm when she saw this, but she still said nothing. as for me, i left the mare standing—a trick she was used to—and pressed up the stairway with the girl. it was not my design to seek sir gilbert avory for the nonce, as i had other work to do; but, as it fell, the matter was taken out of my hands, for the man himself met us at the stair-head smiling and courteous.

[19]

"i give you welcome, madam," says he, bowing with ceremony. "there is a chamber all prepared for you, and a warming supper. you must ha' gotten a rare appetite with the winds."

she returned him no word, but shrank away towards me; and says he to me,—

"i fear my lady has lost her tongue i' the cold. you have had a rough journey; but 'tis well done. i swear the lady was never in more careful custody," and a little smile illumined his even features.

as we had come upon him there was nought to do save to make the best of the case, and though i will admit that at first i was put about i soon recovered my wits, and entered the chamber with him, whence the light shone, with some merry jest on my tongue.

here was a table spread very generously, and some wine heating by the fire.

"by the lord," said i, "i am fain of good liquor."

"you have earned it, captain," says he, pouring forth a glass, but keeping his eyes on the girl.

i drained the glass. "and now," says i, "to business, sir gilbert."

"ay, to business, sir," says he, and, with a gentle motion of his hands, he would[20] have invited mrs barbara to an inner room. "these coarse facts are not for a lady, ryder," says he.

"seeing the lady is a main pawn in this business, by your leave she shall stay," said i, with a laugh.

"why, yes," he says, controlling his lips into that little smile, "she is certainly of chief importance. but i would rather call her queen, captain."

"call her what you will," said i, bluffly. "'tis all you shall do with her, my master."

he turned slowly from considering her, and gazed on me quietly.

"ha!" says he, without showing any perturbation, for he was a man of spirit, and he must have suspected that something was wrong. "here we have a riddle for tobymen. what is the explanation, sirrah?"

"very simple," said i, grinning at him. "i ha' made the lady's acquaintance, and ha' taken a fancy to her myself."

he raised his eyebrows, while he looked from one to the other of us, as though he would disentangle my real intention.

"i fear me you have been drinking, ryder," said he, pleasantly.

"true," said i, "but none so deep as you think."

[21]

"would you go back on your bargain?" he asked, bending his brows on me.

"nay," said i, "i will take no unfair advantage of any man, huff or bishop. we shall stand both of us where we stood, you and i."

"and where is that?" he asked as quietly as before.

"upon the heath," i answered. "i had you under my hands, you and t'other, and there were ten guineas atween you, so ye said. well," said i, "i will have those guineas and cry quits with you."

"ten guineas, was it?" he says, considering—"ah, so 'twas. i would not cheat you, captain ryder," and smiling softly he drew a bag from his pocket. "i perceive you to be a man of honour," says he, equably. "i love to do business so! sure, if there were more such at court! ten guineas, say you, captain? keep your tally," and he paid out the pictures on the table afore him.

i took them up with a nod, where i sat, but the girl, mrs barbara, watched us from the distance, standing with her arm resting upon a tall chair to support her.

"then here's your good health, sir gilbert," said i, wondering what method he would take; for i was sure enough that he had a design against me.

[22]

"now," says he, "we are quits, as you say; and that leaves us free, you to go your way, and me to ask the offices of the law to recover that which is stolen of me. nick," cries he in a clear voice, and at the word the young fellow's nose was through the door. "an officer from the justice, nick," he says. "i have been robbed," and smiled pleasantly in my face.

now i will confess that this predicament had not occurred to me, for to say the truth, i had a thought that he would fall on me with his weapon, which i minded not, being as good a swordsman as ever any chamber knight in town. and on that astonishment followed also these sequels in my mind—that if so be he carried out the plan he had, i should not only go to the jug, but he would have the wife that was maid. this put me in a frenzy, yet i dared not attack him with nick outside, and i knew not what other also. so, very quickly making my resolution, i broke out a-laughing, and said i,—

"you have me held, your worship, by heaven you have. yet i was but jesting. am i a fool to peril a hundred guineas for a chitty face? come, here are your ten guineas. pay me down my price, and there stands your madam for you."

he cocked his eye on mrs barbara, smiling[23] the while, as if pleased with his victory, but mightily civil.

"madam," he says, "you will see that i have no responsibility in this insult. 'tis the gentleman's manner, no doubt. i can but think myself fortunate to deliver you of his custody."

but she stood where she was, white and fearful, throwing her troubled eyes about; and part of her terror was no doubt feigned, but i think that in part it was earnest. she knew not, poor wretch, what i would be at.

but, lord love you, i had no fears. "the hundred guineas," says i, "and i pray mr nick for witness," for i was resolved to get that young bantam into the room forthwith.

"ho, nick!" says sir gilbert, merrily. "come in for a witness to me," and in steps that young and elegant ninny, looking very sour and sleepy. sir gilbert pulled out his bag and counted the money to me. "'slife," says he, with a frown, "'tis like the thirty pieces," and then he shrugged his shoulders.

i took 'em up one by one, and with the very movement in which the last was taken to my pouch out slipped my sword, and,—

"defend ye, defend ye," said i, "or i will run ye through. d'ye think to get even with dick ryder, you fool, you?"

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sir gilbert started back and lugged out his iron, and master nick leaped forward.

"let be, nick, let be," says t'other. "the fellow shall have his way, devil take him! he shall feed the crows some way."

but in the course of my life i have never come upon any, save one, that was more than the match of dick ryder, and so he soon found. for he plied his point elegantly, but with no proper freedom; and presently down comes i with my favourite twist and took him through the left breast. he fell a-bleeding to the floor.

"curse you!" he cried and gasped. but nick then sprang at my throat with his weapon drawn; yet was i no such lambkin to be took unawares by such a raw smooth-face.

"what!" says i, "d'ye fancy that such as i will take thought to drill holes in veal? not i, young master, not i," and dodging his point i drove the hilt of my rapier hard upon his forehead. he dropped like a shot partridge; and giving neither any further thought i turned to the lady.

"fly!" says i, "down the stairway, mistress, for i have not a blink of wind more within me."

she ran in terror, and i clattered after her, being afraid lest the noise might have[25] woke those in the inn. and so, indeed, it proved; for when we were got into the road, where calypso stood, a commotion broke out behind us, and i heard sir gilbert's voice raised in angry oaths. 'twas the work of a moment to set the lady on the mare and to leap after her. calypso has carried heavier burdens than that, yet she has carried none so gallantly or so speedily. and thus it had grown to be scarce one o'clock in the morning on that frosty night when we reached guildford in company, and drew up at the red lion.