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'Wa'al, deakin, I says, 'I'm 'fraid the squire's office 'll be shut up 'fore you git there, but I'll take any word you'd like to send. You know I told ye, I says, 'that he'd stand 'ithout hitchin'. An' at that he only jest kind o' choked an' sputtered.
Elderkin, he 's a deakin in the church, and a colonel in the malitia, and a s'lectman, and pretty much atop every thing there is goin' in Sherburne, and it all come of that 'are pitcher." "What pitcher?" we shouted in chorus. "Lordy massy! that 'are 's jest what I'm a goin' to tell you about; but, ye see, a feller's jest got to make a beginnin' to all things.
She nodded. "Wa'al, three four days after the shower, an' the story 'd got aroun' some as you say, the deakin is consid'able of a talker I got holt of Dick I've done him some favors an' he natur'ly expects more an' I says to him: 'Dick, I says, 'I hear 't Deakin Perkins has got a hoss that don't jest suit him hain't got knee-action enough at times, I says, 'an' mebbe he'll sell him reasonable. 'I've heerd somethin' about it, says Dick, laughin'. 'One of them kind o' hosses 't you don't like to git ketched out in the rain with, he says.
The runners came up the road, pausing for a moment by the gate. I heard it creak, and saw two or three dark forms enter the field the remainder tearing on up the road with a great clatter of boots. "Alas, my poor Jacques!" moan'd Sir Deakin: "and to be butcher'd so, that never in his days kill'd a man but as if he lov'd him!" "Sir," I whisper'd harshly, "if you keep this noise I must gag you."
"If they do, it will ruin everything. Boy, you must stop them. Deakin will help you. You must hold them back." I shook my head. "It's too late," I informed her. "They will not listen to the parson, or me; they are too afraid." "But they must be stopped!" she cried. "Only one man can stop them and that's Newman, himself," I replied. "What time have they set?" she asked, quickly.
Now if you was to say to him bein' in his church an' all thet, I says, 'that you c'd get him the right kind of a hoss, he'd believe you, an' you an' me 'd be doin' a little stroke of bus'nis, an' a favor to the dominie into the bargain. The dominie's well off, I says, 'an' c'n afford to drive a good hoss." "What did the deakin say?" asked Aunt Polly as David stopped for breath.
She had neither spoken nor stirr'd, but now came forward, and calmly ask'd my business. "I think," said I, "that your name is Killigrew?" "I am Delia Killigrew, and this is my father, Sir Deakin." "Now on his way to visit his estates in Cornwall?" She nodded. "Then I have to warn you that your lives are in danger." And, gently as possible, I told her what I had seen and heard downstairs.
He remembered the waves and the swirl of foam upon their crests and the wind. Two men would be needed to row the boat, and the boat must make three trips. The skipper and the first hand had been on deck all night. There remained four, or rather three, for the baker's assistant had ceased to count Willie Weeks, Deakin, and himself, not a great number to choose from.
I repeated it aloud, as is the custom. Then he whispered, hurriedly. "I think he intends to lock me up. Help Deakin keep peace for'ard. Remember, lad, my life and hers may depend upon it." He started forward. I wanted to call after him, run after him, ask him a score of questions and directions. But I was chained to my task. I dare not leave the wheel. Neither dare I call out.
He went on, as if ending his sentence aloud: "... And my darling from the power of the dog." Here he paused with finger on the place and looked up. "Yes, young sir, that is my name steward to the late Sir Deakin Killigrew." "The late?" cried I: "Then you know " "Surely I know that Sir Deakin is dead: else should I be but an unworthy steward." He open'd his grave eyes as if in wonder.
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