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In due time there was another visit from the party which had brought the fruit and water, the surly-looking leader having the door unbarred, to give a look round, and then, on their being satisfied that the prisoners had an ample supply of provisions, the door was closed again, to Peter Pegg's great relief, for he placed his lips close to Archie's ear and whispered: "Oh, I have been squirming!
These are my ordinary Companions. It was built in 1681. The Duke of Monmouth lived in the centre house, facing the statue. Originally the square was called King Square. Pennant mentions, on Pegg's authority, a tradition that, on the death of Monmouth, his admirers changed the name to Soho, the word of the day at the field of Sedgemoor.
The Doctor took the glass, filled it, emptied it, smacked his lips, and then refilled and handed it to Mrs Smithers. "Your turn, nurse," he said. "Then take the can and go all round, and finish off by taking a glass up to the Frenchman." "Ah, I was looking round, sir, for him," said Archie. "Yes, I am getting too full here, my lad. I have had him carried up to that room where Pegg's on duty."
"It's all over," thought the prisoner; and then he almost fell from the hole, and turned to stare wildly up at the mats which sloped down to the eaves of the building, and saw a leg thrust through hastily, then another, and the next moment Peter Pegg's toes were kicking at the wall as he struggled, hanging by one hand, to rearrange the attap mat of the roof, and then, panting and breathless, he lowered himself down and dropped at Archie's feet.
The swarthy little fellow seemed puzzled for the moment, but Peter Pegg's look of admiration was unmistakable, especially when he walked quickly round the mahout so as to see what he was like on the other side, before saying: "Have a bit of 'bacco, comrade?"
It was not Peter Pegg's words, but the meaning must have been conveyed by his eyes to the mahout, for Peter said excitedly: "There, I'd give a suvron, if I'd got one, to be able to say to our chaps that I'd had a ride on a helephant like that;" and then, to his surprise, the mahout looked at him, smiling, uttered a few words to him, and held out his hand. "Eh? What?" cried Peter.
Sentry-go for hours in a lonely place like this here, with crocklygaters hanging about to see if you go to sleep to give them a chance to make a grab. Yes, they make a fellow feel sleepy! Just likely, ain't it?" Peter Pegg's thoughts seemed to animate him, and for a turn or two he changed his pace from a slow march to double. "Steady, my lad!" he muttered.
The hiss was repeated, and followed by a sound like a quick reiteration of the word Yah; and then Peter Pegg's heart began to palpitate heavily as he realised that it was a human utterance coming from the direction of the sentry's tree, and followed by a quick movement as of some one advancing towards the stable door. "You brute!
"May I feed him?" he added, taking out a piece of the white bread he had obtained, and making a sign as if holding it out to the elephant. The mahout looked doubtful, but the elephant himself answered Peter Pegg's question by slowly raising his trunk, reaching out and closing it round the new white bread, prior to curving it under and transferring it to his mouth.
Mary Ellen, supported by her broom, stared out of the window. "For th' love of Hiven!" she ejaculated. "If that ain't a sight now! Byes, it's Mr. Pegg's own father come home from somewheres in th' Indies. Their cook was tellin' me of the time they have wid him. He's a bit light-headed, y'see, an' has all his meals in his own room th' quarest dishes iver an' a starlin' for a pet, mind ye."
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