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Long he took in detailing every incident and circumstance. "Coming to think," he said, "of coourse 't is clear as Grimbal must knaw my auld master. I seed his name raised to a Major in the Western Morning News a few year agone, an' he was to Okehampton with a battalion when Hicks come by his death.
I took my awn anyway, an' you comed near killing me for't, so we'm upsides now, eh? We'm men o' the world likewise. So so shall us shake hands an' let bygones be, Jan Grimbal?" He half raised his hand, and looked up, with a smile at the corner of his lip ready to jump into life if the rider should accept his friendship. But Grimbal's response was otherwise.
At length, however, he approached Oke Tor, marked the tremendous havoc of the firing, and noted a great grey splash upon the granite, where one shell had abraded its weathered face. John Grimbal dismounted, tied up his horse, then climbed to the top of the Tor, and searched for an approaching pedestrian.
Then the antiquary perused the letter, and there fell no sound upon the silence, except that of a spluttering pen as John Grimbal addressed an envelope. Presently Martin dropped the letter on the desk before him, and his face was very white, his voice tremulous as he spoke. "This thing happened more than ten years ago." "It did; but don't imagine I have known it ten years." "God forbid!
John Grimbal, actuated by some whim, or else conscious that under the circumstances decorum demanded his attendance, was present at the funeral of Clement Hicks. Some cynic interest he derived from the spectacle of young Blanchard among the bearers; and indeed, as may be supposed, few had felt this tragic termination of his friend's life more than Will.
Nothing could well have happened to surprise him more, and now he felt that he should rejoice, but found it difficult to do so. "Braave news, no doubt," he reflected, "an' yet, come to think on it, I'd so soon the devil had given him a job as Grimbal. Besides, to choose him! What do Clement knaw 'bout farmin'? Just so much as I knaw 'bout verse-writin', an' no more."
Her fortitude, her apathy, her stoic indifference, broke down and left her all woman before one necessity of confession; her heart stood still when she remembered that Martin Grimbal must know and judge. His verdict she did, indeed, dread with all her soul, and his only; for him she had grown to love, and the thought of his respect and regard was precious to her.
Convincing himself that Hicks was dead, Grimbal galloped off towards Belstone village, the nearest centre of civilisation. There he reported the facts, directed police and labourers where to find the body and where to carry it, and subsequently rode swiftly back to Chagford.
Sam, now at his third glass, felt his heart warm to Will. He would have fought with tongue or fist on his behalf, and presently added to the mischief he had already done. "To shaw 'e, neighbours, just the man he is, I may tell 'e that a larned piece like Martin Grimbal ackshually comed all the way to Newtake not long since to ax advice of un. An' 'twas on the identical matter of this same Hicks.
Yes, I think I shall make an example of you." Will looked at him steadily. "You want to wake the devil in me I see that. But you won't. I'm aulder an' wiser now. So you 'm to give me up? I knawed it wi'out axin'." "And that doesn't wake you?" "No. Seein' why I deserted an' mindin' your share in drivin' me." Grimbal did not answer, and Will asked him to name a date.
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