"Steel, steel, steel!" he replied fiercely, imitating with his hand the thrust of a sword.
"Is he robbed?" said the locksmith.
Barnaby caught him by the arm, and nodded "Yes;" then pointed towards the city.
"Oh!" said the old man, bending over the body and looking round as he spoke into Barnaby"s pale face, strangely lighted up by something that was NOT intellect. "The robber made off that way, did he? Well, well, never mind that just now. Hold your torch this way--a little farther off--so. Now stand quiet, while I try to see what harm is done."
With these words, he applied himself to a closer examination of the prostrate form, while Barnaby, holding the torch as he had been directed, looked on in silence, fascinated by interest or curiosity, but repelled nevertheless by some strong and secret horror which convulsed him in every nerve.
As he stood, at that moment, half shrinking back and half bending forward, both his face and figure were full in the strong glare of the link, and as distinctly revealed as though it had been broad day. He was about three-and-twenty years old, and though rather spare, of a fair height and strong make. His hair, of which he had a great profusion, was red, and hanging in disorder about his face and shoulders, gave to his restless looks an expression quite unearthly--enhanced by the paleness of his complexion, and the glassy lustre of his large protruding eyes. Startling as his aspect was, the features were good, and there was something even plaintive in his wan and haggard aspect. But, the absence of the soul is far more terrible in a living man than in a dead one; and in this unfortunate being its noblest powers were wanting.
His dress was of green, clumsily trimmed here and there--apparently by his own hands--with gaudy lace; brightest where the cloth was most worn and soiled, and poorest where it was at the best. A pair of tawdry ruffles dangled at his wrists, while his throat was nearly bare. He had ornamented his hat with a cluster of peacock"s feathers, but they were limp and broken, and now trailed negligently down his back. Girt to his side was the steel hilt of an old sword without blade or scabbard; and some particoloured ends of ribands and poor glass toys completed the ornamental portion of his attire. The fluttered and confused disposition of all the motley scraps that formed his dress, bespoke, in a scarcely less degree than his eager and unsettled manner, the disorder of his mind, and by a grotesque contrast set off and heightened the more impressive wildness of his face.
"Barnaby," said the locksmith, after a hasty but careful inspection, "this man is not dead, but he has a wound in his side, and is in a fainting-fit."
"I know him, I know him!" cried Barnaby, clapping his hands.
"Know him?" repeated the locksmith.
"Hush!" said Barnaby, laying his fingers upon his lips. "He went out to-day a wooing. I wouldn"t for a light guinea that he should never go a wooing again, for, if he did, some eyes would grow dim that are now as bright as--see, when I talk of eyes, the stars come out! Whose eyes are they? If they are angels" eyes, why do they look down here and see good men hurt, and only wink and sparkle all the night?"
"Now Heaven help this silly fellow," murmured the perplexed locksmith; "can he know this gentleman? His mother"s house is not far off; I had better see if she can tell me who he is. Barnaby, my man, help me to put him in the chaise, and we"ll ride home together."
"I can"t touch him!" cried the idiot falling back, and shuddering as with a strong spasm; he"s bloody!"
"It"s in his nature, I know," muttered the locksmith, "it"s cruel to ask him, but I must have help. Barnaby--good Barnaby--dear Barnaby--if you know this gentleman, for the sake of his life and everybody"s life that loves him, help me to raise him and lay him down."
"Cover him then, wrap him close--don"t let me see it--smell ithear the word. Don"t speak the word--don"t!"
"No, no, I"ll not. There, you see he"s covered now. Gently. Well done, well done!"
They placed him in the carriage with great ease, for Barnaby was strong and active, but all the time they were so occupied he shivered from head to foot, and evidently experienced an ecstasy of terror.
This accomplished, and the wounded man being covered with Varden"s own greatcoat which he took off for the purpose, they proceeded onward at a brisk pace: Barnaby gaily counting the stars upon his fingers, and Gabriel inwardly congratulating himself upon having an adventure now, which would silence Mrs Varden on the subject of the Maypole, for that night, or there was no faith in woman.
