Wessex Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Wessex Tales.

Wessex Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Wessex Tales.

‘There is no walking up this way for the present,’ said one of the gaunt women, who wore curls a foot long, dangling down the sides of her face, in the fashion of the time.  Stockdale recognized this lady’s voice as Owlett’s.

‘Why not?’ said Stockdale.  ‘This is the public highway.’

‘Now look here, youngster,’ said Owlett.  ’O, ’tis the Methodist parson!—­what, and Mrs. Newberry!  Well, you’d better not go up that way, Lizzy.  They’ve all run off, and folks have got their own again.’

The miller then hastened on and joined his comrades.  Stockdale and Lizzy also turned back.  ‘I wish all this hadn’t been forced upon us,’ she said regretfully.  ’But if those excisemen had got off with the tubs, half the people in the parish would have been in want for the next month or two.’

Stockdale was not paying much attention to her words, and he said, ’I don’t think I can go back like this.  Those four poor excisemen may be murdered for all I know.’

‘Murdered!’ said Lizzy impatiently.  ‘We don’t do murder here.’

‘Well, I shall go as far as Warm’ell Cross to see,’ said Stockdale decisively; and, without wishing her safe home or anything else, the minister turned back.  Lizzy stood looking at him till his form was absorbed in the shades; and then, with sadness, she went in the direction of Nether-Moynton.

The road was lonely, and after nightfall at this time of the year there was often not a passer for hours.  Stockdale pursued his way without hearing a sound beyond that of his own footsteps; and in due time he passed beneath the trees of the plantation which surrounded the Warm’ell Cross-road.  Before he had reached the point of intersection he heard voices from the thicket.

‘Hoi-hoi-hoi!  Help, help!’

The voices were not at all feeble or despairing, but they were unmistakably anxious.  Stockdale had no weapon, and before plunging into the pitchy darkness of the plantation he pulled a stake from the hedge, to use in case of need.  When he got among the trees he shouted—­’What’s the matter—­where are you?’

‘Here,’ answered the voices; and, pushing through the brambles in that direction, he came near the objects of his search.

‘Why don’t you come forward?’ said Stockdale.

‘We be tied to the trees!’

‘Who are you?’

‘Poor Will Latimer the exciseman!’ said one plaintively.  ’Just come and cut these cords, there’s a good man.  We were afraid nobody would pass by to-night.’

Stockdale soon loosened them, upon which they stretched their limbs and stood at their ease.

‘The rascals!’ said Latimer, getting now into a rage, though he had seemed quite meek when Stockdale first came up. ’’Tis the same set of fellows.  I know they were Moynton chaps to a man.’

’But we can’t swear to ’em,’ said another.  ’Not one of ’em spoke.’

‘What are you going to do?’ said Stockdale.

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