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For a moment neither of us spoke, only we looked at each other

steadily in the eye; and I saw the hair of his beard bristle, and

he raised one great hand to the collar of his shirt, and tore it

open as if it were strangling him.

"George!" said I at last, and held out my hand George never stirred.

"Won't you shake hands, George?"

His lips opened, but no words came.

"Had I known where to look for you, I should have sought you out

days ago," I went on; "as it is I have been wishing to meet you,

hoping to set matters right."

Once again his lips opened, but still no word came.

"You see, Prudence is breaking her heart over you."

A laugh burst from him, sudden, and harsh.

"You 'm a liar!" said he, and his voice quavered strangely.

"I speak gospel truth!" said I.

"I be nowt to Prue since the day you beat me at th' 'ammer-throwin'

--an' ye know it."

"Prudence loves you, and always has," said I. "Go back to her,

George, go back to her, and to your work be the man I know you are;

go back to her--she loves you. If you still doubt my word--here,

read that!" and I held out his own letter, the letter on which

Prudence had written those four words: "George, I love you."

He took it from me--crumpled it slowly in his hand and tossed it

into the ditch.

"You 'm a liar!" said he again, "an' a--coward!"

"And you," said I, "you are a fool, a blind, gross, selfish fool,

who, in degrading yourself--in skulking about the woods and

lanes--is bringing black shame and sorrow to as sweet a maid as

ever--"

"It don't need you to tell me what she be an' what she bean't,"

said Black George, in a low, repressed voice. "I knowed 'er long

afore you ever set eyes on 'er--grew up wi' 'er, I did, an' I

bean't deaf nor blind. Ye see, I loved 'er--all my life--that's

why one o' us two's a-goin' to lie out 'ere all night--ah! an'

all to-morrow, likewise, if summun don't chance to find us,"

saying which, he forced a cudgel into my hand.

"What do you mean, George?"

"I means as if you don't do for me, then I be a-goin' to do for

'ee."

"But why?" I cried; "in God's name--why?"