THE MAN FROM THE SEA

                                                                        Chapter 5

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Well, I was never one to sit groaning over a cracked pot.  If it could

not be mended, then it is the part of a man to say no more of it.

For weeks I had an aching heart; indeed, it is a little sore now, after

all these years and a happy marriage, when I think of it.  But I kept a

brave face on me; and, above all, I did as I had promised that day on

the hillside.  I was as a brother to her, and no more: though there were

times when I had to put a hard curb upon myself; for even now she would

come to me with her coaxing ways, and with tales about how rough Jim

was, and how happy she had been when I was kind to her; for it was in

her blood to speak like that, and she could not help it.

But for the most part Jim and she were happy enough.  It was all over

the countryside that they were to be married when he had passed his

degree, and he would come up to West Inch four nights a week to sit with

us.  My folk were pleased about it, and I tried to be pleased too.

Maybe at first there was a little coolness between him and me: there was

not quite the old schoolboy trust between us.  But then, when the first

smart was passed, it seemed to me that he had acted openly, and that I

had no just cause for complaint against him.  So we were friendly, in a

way; and as for her, he had forgotten all his anger, and would have

kissed the print of her shoe in the mud.  We used to take long rambles

together, he and I; and it is about one of these that I now want to tell

you.

We had passed over Bramston Heath and round the clump of firs which
screens the house of Major Elliott from the sea wind.  It was spring
now, and the year was a forward one, so that the trees were well leaved
by the end of April.  It was as warm as a summer day, and we were the
more surprised when we saw a huge fire roaring upon the grass-plot
before the Major's door.  There was half a fir-tree in it, and the
flames were spouting up as high as the bedroom windows.  Jim and I stood
staring, but we stared the more when out came the Major, with a great
quart pot in his hand, and at his heels his old sister who kept house
for him, and two of the maids, and all four began capering about round
the fire.  He was a douce, quiet man, as all the country knew, and here
he was like old Nick at the carlin's dance, hobbling around and waving
his drink above his head.  We both set off running, and he waved the
more when he saw us coming.
 
"Peace!" he roared.  "Huzza, boys! Peace!"
 
And at that we both fell to dancing and shouting too; for it had been
such a weary war as far back as we could remember, and the shadow had
lain so long over us, that it was wondrous to feel that it was lifted.
Indeed it was too much to believe, but the Major laughed our doubts to
scorn.
 
"Aye, aye, it is true," he cried, stopping with his hand to his side.
"The Allies have got Paris, Boney has thrown up the sponge, and his
people are all swearing allegiance to Louis XVIII."
 
"And the Emperor?"  I asked.  "Will they spare him?"
 
"There's talk of sending him to Elba, where he'll be out of mischief's
way.  But his officers, there are some of them who will not get off so
lightly.  Deeds have been done during these last twenty years that have
not been forgotten.  There are a few old scores to be settled.  But it's
Peace! Peace!"
 
And away he went once more with his great tankard hopping round his
bonfire.
 
Well, we stayed some time with the Major, and then away we went down to
the beach, Jim and I, talking about this great news, and all that would
come of it.  He knew a little, and I knew less, but we pieced it all
together and talked about how the prices would come down, how our
brave fellows would return home, how the ships could go where they would
in peace, and how we could pull all the coast beacons down, for there
was no enemy now to fear.  So we chatted as we walked along the clean,
hard sand, and looked out at the old North Sea.  How little did Jim know
at that moment, as he strode along by my side so full of health and of
spirits, that he had reached the extreme summit of his life, and that
from that hour all would, in truth, be upon the downward slope!
 
There was a little haze out to sea;  for it had been very misty in the
early morning, though the sun had thinned it.  As we looked seawards we
suddenly saw the sail of a small boat break out through the fog, and
come bobbing along towards the land.  A single man was seated in the
sheets, and she yawed about as she ran, as though he were of two minds
whether to beach her or no.  At last, determined it may be by our

presence, he made straight for us, and her keel grated upon the shingle
at our very feet.  He dropped his sail, sprang out, and pulled her bows
up on the beach.
 
"Great Britain, I believe?" said he, turning briskly round and facing
us.
 
He was a man somewhat above middle height, but exceedingly thin.
His eyes were piercing and set close together, a long sharp nose jutted
out from between them, and beneath them was a bristle of brown moustache
as wiry and stiff as a cat's whiskers.  He was well dressed in a suit of
brown with brass buttons, and he wore high boots which were all
roughened and dulled by the sea water.  His face and hands were so dark
that he might have been a Spaniard, but as he raised his hat to us we
saw that the upper part of his brow was quite white and that it was from
without that he had his swarthiness.  He looked from one to the other of
us, and his grey eyes had something in them which I had never seen
before.  You could read the question; but there seemed to be a menace at
the back of it, as if the answer were a right and not a favour.
 
"Great Britain?" he asked again, with a quick tap of his foot on the
shingle.
 
"Yes," said I, while Jim burst out laughing.
 
"England?  Scotland?"
 
"Scotland.  But it's England past yonder trees."
 
"_Bon!_ I know where I am now.  I've been in a fog without a compass for
nearly three days, and I didn't thought I was ever to see land again."
 
He spoke English glibly enough, but with some strange turn of speech
from time to time.
 
"Where did you come from then?" asked Jim.
 
"I was in a ship that was wrecked," said he shortly.  "What is the town
down yonder?"
 
"It is Berwick."
 
"Ah! well, I must get stronger before I can go further."
 
He turned towards the boat, and as he did so he gave a lurch, and would
have fallen had he not caught the prow.  On this he seated himself and
looked round with a face that was flushed, and two eyes that blazed like
a wild beast's.
 
"_Voltigeurs de la Garde_," he roared in a voice like a trumpet call,
and then again "_Voltigeurs de la Garde!_"
 
He waved his hat above is head, and suddenly pitching forwards upon his
face on the sand, he lay all huddled into a little brown heap.
 
Jim Horscroft and I stood and stared at each other.  The coming of the
man had been so strange, and his questions, and now this sudden turn.

We took him by a shoulder each and turned him upon his back.  There he
lay with his jutting nose and his cat's whiskers, but his lips were
bloodless, and his breath would scarce shake a feather.
 
"He's dying, Jim!" I cried.
 
"Aye, for want of food and water.  There's not a drop or crumb in the
boat.  Maybe there's something in the bag."
 
He sprang and brought out a black leather bag, which with a large blue
coat was the only thing in the boat.  It was locked, but Jim had it open
in an instant.  It was half full of gold pieces.
 
Neither of us had ever seen so much before--no, nor a tenth part of it.
There must have been hundreds of them, all bright new British
sovereigns.  Indeed, so taken up were we that we had forgotten all about
their owner until a groan took our thoughts back to him.  His lips were
bluer than ever, and his jaw had dropped.  I can see his open mouth now,
with its row of white wolfish teeth.
 
"My God, he's off!" cried Jim. "Here, run to the burn.  Jock, for a
hatful of water.  Quick, man, or he's gone!  I'll loosen his things the
while."  Away I tore, and was back in a minute with as much water as
would Stay in my Glengarry.  Jim had pulled open the man's coat and
shirt, and we doused the water over him, and forced some between his
lips.  It had a good effect; for after a gasp or two he sat up and
rubbed his eyes slowly, like a man who is waking from a deep sleep.
But neither Jim nor I were looking at his face now, for our eyes were
fixed upon his uncovered chest.
 
There were two deep red puckers in it, one just below the collar bone,
and the other about half-way down on the right side.  The skin of his
body was extremely white up to the brown line of his neck, and the angry
crinkled spots looked the more vivid against it.  From above I could see
that there was a corresponding pucker in the back at one place, but not
at the other.  Inexperienced as I was, I could tell what that meant.
Two bullets had pierced his chest; one had passed through it, and the
other had remained inside.
 
But suddenly he staggered up to his feet, and pulled his shirt to, with
a quick suspicious glance at us.
 
"What have I been doing?" he asked.  "I've been off my head.  Take no
notice of anything I may have said.  Have I been shouting?"
 
"You shouted just before you fell."
 
"What did I shout?"
 
I told him, though it bore little meaning to my mind.   He looked
sharply at us, and then he shrugged his shoulders.
 
"It's the words of a song," said he.  "Well, the question is, What am I
to do now?  I didn't thought I was so weak.   Where did you get the
water?"
 
I pointed towards the burn, and he staggered off to the bank.  

There he lay down upon his face, and he drank until I thought he would never have
done.  His long skinny neck was outstretched like a horse's, and he made
a loud supping noise with his lips.  At last he got up with a long sigh,
and wiped his moustache with his sleeve.
 
"That's better," said he.  "Have you any food?"
 
I had crammed two bits of oat-cake into my pocket when I left home, and
these he crushed into his mouth and swallowed.  Then he squared his
shoulders, puffed out his chest, and patted his ribs with the flat of
his hands.
 
"I am sure that I owe you exceedingly well," said he.  "You have been
very kind to a stranger.  But I see that you have had occasion to open
my bag."
 
"We hoped that we might find wine or brandy there when you fainted."
 
"Ah! I have nothing there but just a little--how do you say it?--my
savings.  They are not much, but I must live quietly upon them until I
find something to do.  Now one could live quietly here, I should say.
I could not have come upon a more peaceful place, without perhaps so
much as a _gendarme_ nearer than that town."
 
"You haven't told us yet who you are, where you come from, nor what you
have been," said Jim bluntly.
 
The stranger looked him up and down with a critical eye:
 
"My word, but you would make a grenadier for a flank company," said he.
"As to what you ask, I might take offence at it from other lips; but you
have a right to know, since you have received me with so great courtesy.
My name is Bonaventure de Lapp.  I am a soldier and a wanderer by trade,
and I have come from Dunkirk, as you may see printed upon the boat."
 
"I thought that you had been shipwrecked!" said I.
 
But he looked at me with the straight gaze of an honest man.
 
"That is right," said he, "but the ship went from Dunkirk, and this is
one of her boats.  The crew got away in the long boat, and she went down
so quickly that I had no time to put anything into her.  That was on
Monday."
 
"And to-day's Thursday.  You have been three days without bite or sup."
 
"It is too long," said he.  "Twice before I have been for two days, but
never quite so long as this.  Well, I shall leave my boat here, and see
whether I can get lodgings in any of these little grey houses upon the
hillsides.  Why is that great fire burning over yonder?"
 
"It is one of our neighbours who has served against the French.   He is
rejoicing because peace has been declared."
 
"Oh, you have a neighbour who has served then!  I am glad; for I, too,
have seen a little soldiering here and there."
 He did not look glad, but he drew his brows down over his keen eyes.
 
"You are French, are you not?" I asked, as we all walked up the hill
together, he with his black bag in his hand and his long blue cloak
slung over his shoulder.
 
"Well, I am of Alsace," said he; "and, you know, they are more
German than French.  For myself, I have been in so many lands that I
feel at home in all.  I have been a great traveller; and where do you
think that I might find a lodging?"
 
I can scarcely tell now, on looking back with the great gap of
five-and-thirty years between, what impression this singular man had
made upon me.  I distrusted him, I think, and yet I was fascinated by
him also; for there was something in his bearing, in his look, and his
whole fashion of speech which was entirely unlike anything that I had
ever seen.  Jim Horscroft was a fine man, and Major Elliott was a brave
one, but they both lacked something that this wanderer had.  It was the
quick alert look, the flash of the eye, the nameless distinction which
is so hard to fix.  And then we had saved him when he lay gasping upon
the shingle, and one's heart always softens towards what one has once
helped.
 
"If you will come with me," said I, "I have little doubt that I can find
you a bed for a night or two, and by that time you will be better able
to make your own arrangements."
 
He pulled off his hat, and bowed with all the grace imaginable.
But Jim Horscroft pulled me by the sleeve, and led me aside.
 
"You're mad, Jock," he whispered.  "The fellow's a common adventurer.
What do you want to get mixed up with him for?"
 
But I was as obstinate a man as ever laced his boots, and if you jerked
me back it was the finest way of sending me to the front.
 
"He's a stranger, and it's our part to look after him," said I.
 
"You'll be sorry for it," Said he.
 
"Maybe so."
 
"If you don't think of yourself, you might think of your cousin."
 
"Edie can take very good care of herself."
 
"Well, then, the devil take you, and you may do what you like!" he
cried, in one of his sudden flushes of anger.  Without a word of
farewell to either of us, he turned off upon the track that led up
towards his father's house.  Bonaventure de Lapp smiled at me as we
walked on together.
 
"I didn't thought he liked me very much," said he.  "I can see very well
that he has made a quarrel with you because you are taking me to your
home.  What does he think of me then?  Does he think perhaps that I have
stole the gold in my bag, or what is it that he fears?"
 
"Tut, I neither know nor care," said I.  "No stranger shall pass our
door without a crust and a bed."
 
With my head cocked and feeling as if I was doing something very fine,
instead of being the most egregious fool south of Edinburgh, I marched
on down the path with my new acquaintance at my elbow.