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Here in a window-seat, out of ear-shot of the other's speech, he seated himself to commune with his melancholy reflections, while Halfman, after stationing Thoroughgood at a little distance as a nominal guard upon the prisoner, dismissed Garlinge and Clupp from the room and rejoined the Cavaliers. Brilliana, who had still been standing with Sir Rufus, now addressed the others.
I don't know as I've ever seen a Spanish sheep.... Garlinge is up by Court-at-Street, ain't it?" "Yes, missus. 'Tis an unaccountable way from here." "I'd write first. What d'you think of the notion, Socknersh? Don't you think that a cross between a Spanish sheep and a Kent sheep ud be an uncommon fine animal?" "Surelye, missus."
His sword was naked in his hand as he spoke and he made a rush for the door. But before he could reach it it was flung open in his face and Halfman rushed in, waving his drawn sword, and followed by Thoroughgood carrying a gun and Garlinge and Clupp armed with pikes.
Interest in all the events that had so swiftly passed before them had gravely relaxed the vigilance of Evander's guardians. Garlinge and Clupp a strong Gyas and a strong Cloanthes open-eyed and open-mouthed, were open-handed also and clawed no clutch upon their prisoner's shoulder.
"Garlinge and Clupp, go scour the pikes. Tom Cropper, find something to keep you out of mischief. As for you, Gaffer Shard, you may rest awhile." The old man shook his frosty head vigorously. "Nay, nay," he piped, "I need no rest. My old bones are loyal and cannot tire in a good cause. God save the King."
"Sir Blaise," cried Master Peter, "there stands our undoing." Brilliana frowned a little and turned to Halfman. "Friend," she said, "will you see order here." "Very blithely," Halfman answered. He commanded the servants. "You, Garlinge and Clupp, see that your prisoners keep silence." Master Paul and Master Peter began to protest in chorus.
None of the new-comers had paid any heed to the sombre-habited prisoner; Halfman had forgotten his captive in his jealous study of the men who had raised the siege; Thoroughgood, with the Puritan's sword resting idly on his left arm, was as absorbed in the converse of Sir Rufus and his comrades as were his subordinates Garlinge and Clupp, who, though they gripped their prisoner tightly, were as indifferent to his existence as if he had been the turbaned dummy of a quintain.
To the master-muscled Garlinge and Clupp a strong Gyas, a strong Cloanthes, no less they were no more difficult to restrain than would have been a brace of puling babes.
He was followed by Garlinge, who was performing the like embracive office for the short body of Master Peter Rainham. The two angry gentlemen plunged and struggled impotently to free themselves from their guardians and hurl themselves at each other's throats. They might as well have tried to free themselves from clamps of iron.
Then resuming his sententious tone of military command, he took up the task where he had left it off. "Trail your pikes." The order was this time obeyed by the company with something approaching resemblance to the action of Thoroughgood, and Halfman went on. "Cheek your pikes." Out of the confused cluttering of weapons which ensued, Timothy Garlinge emerged tremulous.
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