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Suddenly the question was answered by the appearance of mad Sal's tall figure emerging from the copse. "Old man," she said, "I come to warn you that danger threatens your life. You are kind and generous to those in distress. You have cared for and pitied me while others mocked and scorned me, and refused the bread I asked.
"What! can't you read yet?" "Yes, I can now, a little. But I'll come for that next time. I came to tell you about Sal's Nanny." "Who's Sal's Nanny?" "The girl at the crossing you talked to the same day." "Oh, yes; I remember. What's the matter? Has she got run over?" Then Diamond told him all. Now Mr. Raymond was one of the kindest men in London.
But that mop saw a turn in the tide of his affairs, and ended strangely with him. It began otherwise. George had never felt more convinced of his power to help himself at the expense of his neighbors than he did after getting Sal's information, and keeping back his own, before they started to join in the amusements of the fair.
You'll settle down for keeps, th' next time you settle down, Tim Perkins, gold or no gold; or you'll do your chasin' alone," and she turned and climbed back into one of the wagons, not at all moved by her big husband's enthusiasm. "Sal's some downhearted," the big fellow explained to Thure, "'cause things ain't turned out for us like we expected since comin' tew Oregon.
Martinmas was in those days a very important moment in the annual life of the town, for it was at Martinmas that potters' wages were fixed for twelve months ahead, and potters hired themselves out for that term at the best rate they could get. Even to the present day the housewives reckon chronology by Martinmas. They say, "It'll be seven years come Martinmas that Sal's babby died o' convulsions."
"Ain't I made it cl'ar from the start," cried Pop angrily, "thet I ain't a-goin' to be druv out? You-uns kin call me muley-headed or whatever you've a mind to. Sal's always stood by me, and by golly, I'm a-goin' to stand by Sal!" His raised voice roused the patient, and a feeble summons brought Miss Fletcher to the bedside. "Say," plead the girl faintly, "don't rile Pop.
Leaving the boy in charge of her, he and Jacob then carried the man they had rescued, and who was still insensible, towards Mad Sal's hut, which could just be distinguished on the side of the ravine by the glare of light coming through the chinks in the window and door. Adam knocked loudly. "Who comes to disturb me now?" exclaimed the old woman from within.
He remembered, too, the hunchback's words when he lay speechless from the drugged liquor, and these raised a puzzling question: Why should "the nobs" recognize him? He had learned what NOBS are. Spelt without a "k," they are grand people, and what had grand people to do with Sal's son?
A few moments later Rose's door opened, and the District Nurse, flushed and worried, entered. "Sal's mother has been drinking, and she's wild over the accident," she said in tones as steady as she could make them. But Gloria saw that she was strangely wrought up. "Drink or no drink," said Gloria, with a bridling of her head.
The watchers crowding at the opening of the passage saw his face, and almost fancied there were soft shadowy wings behind him. It was thus with old Sal's help that Michael got his name again, "The Angel." It was thus he became the "angel of the alley."
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