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This matter, decided Mr Spence, must be looked into, for it was palpable that Sheen had broken bounds in order to attend Bevan's boxing-saloon up the river. For the present, however, Mr Spence was content to say nothing. Sheen came up for the second round fresh and confident. His head was clear, and his breath no longer came in gasps. There was to be no rallying this time.
Bevan's frequent and affectionate visits, nor even to his making it obvious that however little his senior curate might do that winter, he would not accept his resignation for the present. It was enough to make Mr. Underwood feel absolutely warm and grateful to his old tormentor, as he rose, not without some effort, held out his hand to her, and cheerily answered her inquiries for his cough.
Joe Bevan's knowledge, of the plays, especially the tragedies, was wide, and at first inexplicable to Sheen. It was strange to hear him declaiming long speeches from Macbeth or Hamlet, and to think that he was by profession a pugilist. One evening he explained his curious erudition. In his youth, before he took to the ring in earnest, he had travelled with a Shakespearean repertory company.
On reaching a waterfall, therefore, where the navigable part of the river ended and its broken course through Bevan's Gully began, he landed without any show of haste, drew the canoe up on the bank, where he left it concealed among bushes, and began quietly to descend by a narrow footpath with which he had been long familiar.
The botanist returned the gaze with equal steadiness through his blue spectacles. "The big man with the blue glass eyes is a villain," said the Indian chief, after a long scrutiny of the botanist's countenance. "So some of my mistaken friends have thought," returned the man, speaking for the first time in his natural voice, which caused a thrill to pass through Paul Bevan's frame.
They were turning round the spur of a little hillock as he spoke. Before Fred could reply a small deer sprang from its lair, cast on the intruders one startled gaze, and then bounded gracefully into the bush, too late, however, to escape from Bevan's deadly rifle. It had barely gone ten yards when a sharp crack was heard; the animal sprang high into the air, and fell dead upon the ground.
"The first thing that occurs to me," replied the other, "is what Flinders said, just before we were ordered off by the robbers. `Keep round by Bevan's Gully, he said, in the midst of his serio-comic leave-taking; and again he said, `Bevan's Gully sharp! Of course Paddy, with his jokes and stammering, has been acting a part all through this business, and I am convinced that he has heard something about Bevan's Gully; perhaps an attack on Bevan himself, which made him wish to tell us to go there."
He stopped and stood like a bronze statue by Michael Angelo in the attitude of suddenly arrested motion. Upwards of two hundred bronze arrested statues instantly tailed away from him. Presently a smile, such as Michael Angelo probably never thought of reproducing, rippled on the usually grave visage of the chief. "M'ogany Drake!" he whispered, softly, in Paul Bevan's ear.
It's very odd now, what can have put that in my head! I recollect dining once at Mrs Bevan's, in that broad street round the corner by the coachmaker's, where the tipsy man fell through the cellar-flap of an empty house nearly a week before the quarter-day, and wasn't found till the new tenant went in and we had roast pig there.
Plato's state of mind gives the atmosphere of the first phase after the catastrophe. For the second phase the conquest of the East and the struggle for the spoils the reader may be referred to Mr. Edwyn Bevan's Lectures on the Stoics and Sceptics and to Professor Gilbert Murray's Conway Memorial lecture on The Stoic Philosophy.
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