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"His grandfather!" exclaimed his nephew and the housekeeper, in chorus. "I have abundant proof of the relationship. This morning I have listened to the story of your treachery. I have seen the woman whose son, represented to me as my grandson, lies in Greenwood Cemetery. I have learned your wicked plans to defraud him of his inheritance, and I tell you that you have failed."
"Yes, sir," agreed the sheriff. "That's right, Mr. Mocket. Let me see your papers, Mr. Pincornet." "Papers, papers! I have no papers!" cried Mr. Pincornet. "But every gentleman here and I have no care for the canaille knows that I live in Albemarle, in a small house between Greenwood and Fontenoy! I have lived there since I left France in the abhorred year of '92, with tears of rage in my eyes!
All he did was to sign the circulars with his flourish and signature, and direct them in a shaky, clerklike hand. One of these papers was sent to Major Dobbin, Regt., care of Messrs. Cox and Greenwood; but the Major being in Madras at the time, had no particular call for coals. He knew, though, the hand which had written the prospectus. Good God! what would he not have given to hold it in his own!
The task would seem easy if the sun were shining, but if it were shining Fred Greenwood would not have been permitted to make the attempt.
"Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall we see No enemy, But winter and rough weather." He smiled to himself, and a soft look came into his eyes.
The Robin Hood ballads reflect the popular feeling and breathe the warm genial spirit of the old greenwood adventurers. If deer-stealing was a sin, it was more than compensated by the risk of the penalty to which those who failed submitted, when no other choice was left.
I won't have it, I tell you, and you can tell your son so. Marry my niece indeed! A pretty pass the world is coming to! I'll never consent to it." Perhaps if you had searched Greenwood and all the adjacent districts thoroughly you might have found a man who was more astonished and taken aback than old John Ellis was at that moment, but I doubt it.
"Janice!" cried the person so challenged. "How lovely! Who Did Mr. Peale come to Greenwood?" "Not he. Who, think you, did it?" "I vow if I can guess." "Charles! "No!" gasped Tibbie, properly electrified. "Thee is cozening me." "Not for a moment," cried Janice, delightedly. "Tell me everything about all" was Tabitha's rapturous demand.
Ludwell Cary! Major Edward Churchill, whom do you vote for?" "For whom do you suppose, Mr. Sheriff?" said the Major. "For Mr. Ludwell Cary." Cary rose from the bench and stepped forward to the edge of the platform. "Colonel Dick, Major Edward, I thank you both. May I deserve your confidence and your favour! Fontenoy is as dear to me as Greenwood."
Fairfax Cary, riding for the third time since the New Year from Malplaquet toward Greenwood, marked the blue March sky, the pale brown catkins by the brooks, and the white flowers of the bloodroot piercing the far-spread carpet of dead leaves. He rode rapidly, but he paused at Forrest's forge and at the mill below the ford. This also he had done before.
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