“You are welcome to do that, seeing we have no beds to offer you except Mark’s, and he might grumble should he find himself turned out of his.”
“We would not do that on any account. Do let us lie down without delay,” said Stephen. “See, my brother’s head is already nodding over the table.”
They had brought in their cloaks, unstrapped from their saddles, and rolling themselves up in them, with some lumps of wood for pillows, they were asleep almost as soon as they had stretched themselves on the ground.
The old man and his wife sat talking in low voices for some time, every now and then glancing at their guests, till the door opened, and the son they had spoken of entered the room. He was a big, broad-shouldered, black-bearded man.
“Whom have we here?” he asked, turning his eyes towards the sleeping fugitives.
“That is more than I can tell you, Mark,” answered his father. “They say they came from the south, and, as far as I can make out, they are pushing on to Bristol. They seem to have ridden hard, and are dead beat.”
“That may or may not be,” said Mark. “I heard say yesterday a good many men have been deserting from the Duke of Monmouth’s army. That is not to be wondered at, seeing that the king’s forces are rapidly gathering around him; wiser if they had never joined. However, that is no business of ours.”
“So I say, son Mark,” said the old man. “You are a wise fellow not to run your head into danger, let the world wag as it lists; all we have to do is to catch fish and find a market for them. Have you had a good haul?”
“Pretty fair; and I hope the packman will be here ere long to carry them to Bridgewater, where they say the Duke of Monmouth and his men are encamped. I will now turn in, father, to be ready to send off the fish as soon as the packman comes.”
Mark accordingly turned into his bunk in a little recess, for it could not be called a room, in the hut, and was soon snoring away, while his father sat up by the fire in a rough arm-chair, ready, apparently, to awaken him as soon as the packman should arrive. Stephen and Andrew were so thoroughly done up that they slept on the whole night through, undisturbed by voices or any other noise; indeed, had a gun been fired over their heads, they would scarcely have heard it. They started up at daybreak.