“I do—I will!” he cried. “The ’ole crew of ’em; there’s good names among ’em. I’ll be King’s evidence.”
“So that all shall hang except yourself? You damned villain!” I broke out. “Understand at once that I am no spy or thief-taker. I am a kinsman of Monsieur de Saint-Yves—here in his interest. Upon my word, you have put your foot in it prettily, Mr. Burchell Fenn! Come, stand up; don’t grovel there! Stand up, you lump of iniquity!”
He scrambled to his feet. He was utterly unmanned, or it might have gone hard with me yet; and I considered him hesitating, as, indeed, there was cause. The man was a double-dyed traitor: he had tried to murder me, and I had first baffled his endeavours and then exposed and insulted him. Was it wise to place myself any longer at his mercy? With his help I should doubtless travel more quickly; doubtless also far less agreeably; and there was everything to show that it would be at a greater risk. In short, I should have washed my hands of him on the spot, but for the temptation of the French officers, whom I knew to be so near, and for whose society I felt so great and natural an impatience. If I was to see anything of my countrymen, it was clear I had first of all to make my peace with Mr. Fenn; and that was no easy matter. To make friends with any one implies concessions on both sides; and what could I concede? What could I say of him, but that he had proved himself a villain and a fool, and the worse man?
“Well,” said I, “here has been rather a poor piece of business, which I dare say you can have no pleasure in calling to mind; and, to say truth, I would as readily forget it myself. Suppose we try. Take back your pistol, which smells very ill; put it in your pocket or wherever you had it concealed. There! Now let us meet for the first time.—Give you good morning, Mr. Fenn! I hope you do very well. I come on the recommendation of my kinsman, the Vicomte de Saint-Yves.”
“Do you mean it?” he cried. “Do you mean you will pass over our little scrimmage?”
“Why, certainly!” said I. “It shows you are a bold fellow, who may be trusted to forget the business when it comes to the point. There is nothing against you in the little scrimmage, unless that your courage is greater than your strength. You are not so young as you once were, that is all.”
“And I beg of you, sir, don’t betray me to the Viscount,” he pleaded. “I’ll not deny but what my ’eart failed me a trifle; but it was only a word, sir, what anybody might have said in the ’eat of the moment, and over with it.”
“Certainly,” said I. “That is quite my own opinion.”
“The way I came to be anxious about the Viscount,” he continued, “is that I believe he might be induced to form an ’asty judgment. And the business, in a pecuniary point of view, is all that I could ask; only trying, sir—very trying. It’s making an old man of me before my time. You might have observed yourself, sir, that I ’aven’t got the knees I once ’ad. The knees and the breathing, there’s where it takes me. But I’m very sure, sir, I address a gentleman as would be the last to make trouble between friends.”
“I am sure you do me no more than justice,” said I; “and I shall think it quite unnecessary to dwell on any of these passing circumstances in my report to the Vicomte.”