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Updated: September 13, 2025
He came lightly over the stile which separates the garth from the churchyard, and was making rapid strides towards the vicarage when I stopped him. "Jasper," I said, speaking in a deep voice and concealing myself in the shadow. "Jasper Stapleton." He stopped instantly, and stood looking intently towards where I stood. "Who calls me?" he said. "I, Jasper, thy cousin, Humphrey Salkeld."
"Professions will abuse each other; The priests won't call the lawyer brother; While Salkeld still beknaves the parson, And says he cants to keep the farce on. Yet will I readily suppose They are not truly bitter foes, But only have their pleasant jokes, And banter, just like other folks. Observe, I pray, the plain narration: 'Twas in a hot and long vacation, When time he had but no assistance.
"The amount of your passage-money, Master Salkeld, was two hundred English guineas. I hope you consider the poor accommodation which I have been able to give you in accordance with that sum." "I have no fault to find with the accommodation, Senor," I replied. "So far as the bodily comfort of your prisoner was concerned you have proved yourself a good jailer."
"Humphrey Salkeld, sir, nephew of Sir Thurstan Salkeld of Beechcot, in the East Riding of Yorkshire." "Tell me thy tale, Master Salkeld." So I gave him the history that I have here written down, and when it came to our doings in Mexico I spoke for Pharaoh Nanjulian and for all who stood behind me.
"Let us hope you will never find a worse, Master Salkeld," he answered, with another mocking smile. "But, indeed, you wrong me in speaking of me as a jailer. Say rather a kind and considerate host." I repressed the words which lay on the tip of my tongue ready to fling at him, and went on deck.
I have committed no crime against the laws, and I wish to be put ashore at your earliest opportunity." "You shall be obeyed, Master Salkeld," he replied, bowing low, but with a mocking smile about his lips. "Where do you first touch land?" I inquired. "I have already told you, Master Salkeld. Somewhere in the West Indies." "But you do not mean to carry me to the West Indies?" I cried.
"At present, good Master Salkeld, you are in mine," he answered, smiling mockingly upon me. "But then you know what a kind and considerate host I am. You did admit that, when I carried you across the Atlantic. Still, Master Salkeld, things are somewhat altered between us. I am not now paid to carry you to Mexico and get rid of you. Also, since then you have spat in my face.
Pollyooly could have set his mind at rest by assuring him that during her last stay at the court Lady Salkeld had not shown the slightest tendency to recognise that she was not Lady Marion Ricksborough; but she did not. She only said: "I don't suppose that she'll take much notice of me." "There is that. She pretty well thinks of nothing but her own affairs," said the duke more hopefully.
"We have fallen in with a countryman of yours, Master Salkeld," said he, regarding me closely, as if he wished to see how I took the news. "Indeed!" said I. "The man just come aboard?" "The same. A native of Cornwall, with an outlandish name, and an appetite as large as his body, judging by the way he eats." "He is no doubt hungry, Senor," I said. "Perhaps he has been tossing about for a while."
"And of Humphrey Salkeld, only son of the above Richard Salkeld and his wife Barbara, who was drowned at Scarborough, October, 1578, to the great grief and sorrow of his uncle, Thurstan Salkeld, Knight." "So I am dead and yet alive," I said, and laughed gayly at the notion. "If that is so, there are some great surprises in store for more than one in this parish.
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