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We rose the steamer pretty fast, and in half an hour could see her water-line when she lifted. She was a fine screw boat of three thousand tons, racing along at eighteen knots, and rolling with the beam sea up to her rails, in spite of the fore and aft canvas they had set to steady her. Haigh came back to deck, blinking like an owl at the growing day.
With that we left the subject, and Haigh went on to relate what a day he'd had with the Juggins before that worthy finally tore himself away to catch the Mallorca steamer; which topic, being treated with a humorous touch, kept us in merriment for the rest of the evening.
Sir Maunder Meddleby thought for a while, or, at any rate, meant to be thinking, ere ever he dared to deliver himself of all his weighty judgment. "I've a-knowed she, my Lord Witcher, ever since her wore that haigh. A purty wanch, and a peart one. But her wanteth the vinish of the coort. Never do no good wi'out un, whan a coomth, as her must, to coorting."
"Ho, ho!" said Haigh placidly; "so you've hit off the trail, have you? Pollensa and Soller, is it?" "No, señor; your guess was a true one. They drove off to catch the Palma train at La Puebla. But come at once, or I must go alone." So we went off with him to the establo, climbed into a sacking-floored shandrydan, and rattled boisterously through the narrow streets of Alcudia.
He rushed away to the stairhead till Haigh shouted, "Put on your trousers, man, first!" and then he turned to his own bedroom. "He don't take a whipping well," said I, as the gaunt figure disappeared. "Ruffle a fanatic," said Haigh, "and you'll soon see that he's all superfluous nerves and useless springs." N. C. Pether, which bears upon the main narrative.
I sat down, and cut up a cigar for my pipe. The situation did not please me at all. The more I thought it over, the more I remembered how uncertain Haigh was, and how likely he was to bring about some fiasco out of sheer devilry. If I'd had a boat I should have cut ashore there and then, and made off to Talaiti de Talt without delaying a single moment.
And then came the most strange conclusion of all by some one who knew we were to follow. Haigh was out of the question. He knew no German. It was no elaborate joke of his. But who could it be? I sat down on the earthen floor with my head between my fists trying to think it out. Hereingefallen! Yes, "sold" indeed. But who, who, who had done it?
But having by this time fallen in with his vein, we both of us could appreciate the luxuries he was pouring out. "Signor," said Paoli enthusiastically, when it was over, "if you chose, you could found a new school of music." "And call it the Vagabond School, eh?" "Your airs are wild and weird, I own, but, signor, there is melody in every note of them." Haigh shrugged his shoulders.
It is associated with some of the most stirring events of our history, and it is the scene of many an interesting old story, such as the legend of Mabel of Haigh Hall, the crusader's dame. The remnant of "Mab's Cross" still stands in Wigan Lane. Some of the finest old halls of Lancashire are now, and have been, in its neighbourhood, such as Ince Hall and Crooke Hall.
So I gave up parading the muddy paving-stones, and turned back into the biscazza. A new arrival had turned up during my absence, a long, lean Englishman named Haigh, whom I had met casually once before.
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