Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 118/241

I nearly fell headlong down as I reached the stairs, for my foot went

through a hole in the boards, but I recovered myself and began to run

down as fast as I dared, on account of the rickety state of the steps,

while Ike came clumping down after me, and we could hear the big

ruffian's voice saying something loudly as we hurried from flight to

flight.

There were knots of women on the different landings and at the bottom of

the stairs, and they were all talking excitedly; but only to cease and

look curiously at us as we went by.

There was quite a crowd, too, of men, women, and children in the court

below as we left the doorway; but Ike's bold manner and the decided way

in which he strode out with me, looking sharply from one to the other,

put a stop to all opposition, even if it had been intended.

There were plenty of scowling, menacing looks, and there was a little

hooting from the men, but they gave way, and in another minute we were

out of the court and in the dirty street, with a troop of children

following us and the people on either side looking on.

"But, Ike," I said in a despairing tone, "we haven't got the rope after

all."

"No," he said; "but I've got you out o' that place safe, and I haven't

got much hurt myself, and that's saying a deal. Talk about savages and

wild beasts abroad! why, they're nothing."

"I didn't see any policemen, Ike," I said, as I thought of their power.

"More didn't I," he replied with a grim smile. "They don't care much

about going down these sort o' places; no more don't I. We're well out

of that job, my lad. You didn't ought to have gone."

"But that boy was running off with the best cart rope, Ike," I said

despondently, "and I was trying to get it back, and now it's gone. What

will Mr Brownsmith say?"

"Old Brownsmith won't say never a word," said Ike, as we trudged on

along a more respectable street.

"Oh, but he will," I cried. "He is so particular about the ropes."

"So he be, my lad. Here, let's brush you down; you're a bit dirty."

"But he will," I said, as I submitted to the operation.

"Not he," said Ike. "Them police is in the right of it. I'm all of a

shiver, now that bit of a burst's over;" and he wiped his brow.

"You are, Ike?" I said wonderingly.

"To be sure I am, my lad. I was all right there, and ready to fight;

but now it's over and we're well out of it, I feel just as I did when

the cart tipped up and all the baskets come down atop of you."