Whos that? cried Mr Haredale, stooping down to look. Did I hear Daisys voice?
You did, sir, cried the little man. Do be persuaded, sir. This gentleman says very true. Your life may hang upon it.
Are you, said Mr Haredale abruptly, afraid to come with me?
Put that riband in your hat. If we meet the rioters, swear that I took you prisoner for wearing it. I will tell them so with my own lips; for as I hope for mercy when I die, I will take no quarter from them, nor shall they have quarter from me, if we come hand to hand to-night. Up herebehind mequick! Clasp me tight round the body, and fear nothing.
In an instant they were riding away, at full gallop, in a dense cloud of dust, and speeding on, like hunters in a dream.
It was well the good horse knew the road he traversed, for never onceno, never once in all the journeydid Mr Haredale cast his eyes upon the ground, or turn them, for an instant, from the light towards which they sped so madly. Once he said in a low voice, It is my house, but that was the only time he spoke. When they came to dark and doubtful places, he never forgot to put his hand upon the little man to hold him more securely in his seat, but he kept his head erect and his eyes fixed on the fire, then, and always.
The road was dangerous enough, for they went the nearest way headlongfar from the highwayby lonely lanes and paths, where wagon-wheels had worn deep ruts; where hedge and ditch hemmed in the narrow strip of ground; and tall trees, arching overhead, made it profoundly dark. But on, on, on, with neither stop nor stumble, till they reached the Maypole door, and could plainly see that the fire began to fade, as if for want of fuel.
Downfor one momentfor but one moment, said Mr Haredale, helping Daisy to the ground, and following himself. Willet Willetwhere are my niece and servantsWillet!
Crying to him distractedly, he rushed into the bar.The landlord bound and fastened to his chair; the place dismantled, stripped, and pulled about his ears;nobody could have taken shelter here.
He was a strong man, accustomed to restrain himself, and suppress his strong emotions; but this preparation for what was to follow though he had seen that fire burning, and knew that his house must be razed to the groundwas more than he could bear. He covered his face with his hands for a moment, and turned away his head.
Johnny, Johnny, said Solomonand the simple-hearted fellow cried outright, and wrung his handsOh dear old Johnny, heres a change! That the Maypole bar should come to this, and we should live to see it! The old Warren too, JohnnyMr Haredaleoh, Johnny, what a piteous sight this is!
Pointing to Mr Haredale as he said these words, little Solomon Daisy put his elbows on the back of Mr Willets chair, and fairly blubbered on his shoulder.
While Solomon was speaking, old John sat, mute as a stock-fish, staring at him with an unearthly glare, and displaying, by every possible symptom, entire and complete unconsciousness. But when Solomon was silent again, John followed,with his great round eyes, the direction of his looks, and did appear to have some dawning distant notion that somebody had come to see him.
You know us, dont you, Johnny? said the little clerk, rapping himself on the breast. Daisy, you knowChigwell Churchbell- ringerlittle desk on Sundayseh, Johnny?
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