The Black Tor Part 46
"How far is it now?"
"On'y 'bout fifty fathom or so. We're just getting to the rise."
"Then we--no, you're wrong. We can't be. Why, if we were so near the mouth we should see daylight."
"What! in the middle o' the night? Not you."
"What! You don't think it's so late as that?"
"Yes, I do. It's past twelve o'clock, if it's a minute."
"Then we must have slept a very long time below there."
"Hours upon hours," said Dummy, chuckling.
"Hark! What's that?" said Mark excitedly.
"Shouting," said the boy, after listening. "My! they are making a row about it. They're coming to fetch us, because we've been so long."
The two lads were still making for the mouth of the mine, and were now ascending the rough steps, to pause by the stone shed inside the entrance, where tools, gunpowder for blasting, and several kinds of tackle were kept, in among the candles and torches.
"Here, Dummy," cried Mark excitedly, as the noise outside and above them increased, "what does this mean? They're fighting!"
"Fighting?" cried the boy excitedly.
"Yes, what can it mean?"
"Mean, Master Mark? I can tell you. It's the Darleys come at last to take our place. Oh, why didn't I kill young Ralph that night when I followed him home through the wood?"
"You did what?"
"Followed him. I wasn't sure he'd been trying to kill you, or I would."
"Come along, and don't talk," whispered Mark excitedly. "Ah! I have no sword."
"Got a pick in your belt, and so have I."
"You'll stand by me, Dummy?"
"Won't I, Master Mark! I want to get a hit at some of 'em. You won't stop me, will you, to-night?"
"If they've come and attacked us, no. Hush, quiet! Let's steal out first, and see."
The night was very dark as they left the mouth of the mine, but after their late experience it seemed to both to be comparatively light, and with Mark now armed with the miner's pick, which he felt would be a good subst.i.tute for a battle-axe, they hurried up the steps, with the noise above increasing, but seeming to be over on the other side of the little castle. A minute or two later they had reached the platform which led to their right over the narrow natural bridge, to the left, through the gateway into the first courtyard. This was empty, and they ran lightly across it, to find that the encounter was going on beyond the second gateway, which led into the little inner courtyard, surrounded by the dwelling-house portion of the castle. Both gateways were furnished with means of defence, the outer having an iron grille of heavy crossed bars, while the second had folding doors of ma.s.sive oak, with a wicket for ordinary use in the lower part of one of the folds. But in spite of the enmity between the two families, little heed had of late been given to the defences. Sir Edward had considered that the outer gate at the end of the natural bridge was sufficient, as there was so little likelihood of an attack without warning; and, as far as Mark could make out, it seemed that under cover of the darkness the enemy had crossed the bridge and forced the gate under the little towers, when the rest would be easy for them. They had only had to pa.s.s through the first courtyard, and were now in the lesser or inner court, evidently trying to batter down the entrance door into the hall.
They must have begun their work before Sir Edward and his people were alarmed; but how long before it was impossible to tell. What met the eyes of the two lads now was an armed group trying to batter in the great door by means of a beam they had brought up into the yard, while others, armed with pikes, guarded their companions, upon whom missiles of all kinds were being dashed down from above, and thrusts were being made with other pikes from the windows which flanked or overhung the door.
"The Darleys," whispered Dummy, as they peered together round the inner corner of the gateway dividing the two courts.
"In with it, boys!" roared a hoa.r.s.e voice; and they dimly made out a heavy figure standing in the shelter of the wall.
"Captain Purlrose and his gang," whispered back Mark huskily. "I wonder how many men my father has in there."
"They were going over to Dexham for a holiday, all but them as was hurt," whispered Dummy. "Come on and help, or the robbers'll get in."
A pang shot through Mark, and he grasped the handle of his pick firmly, ready for a dash, but the feeling that it would be utter madness kept him back. For he knew that even if he could strike down two of the attacking party, they must succ.u.mb to the others, and they would have done no good.
It was all plain enough. Purlrose must have gained the information that the mine people were away, and that Sir Edward would be almost without defenders, and, out of revenge for the previous night's attack, have seized the opportunity for a reprisal.
"Why, Dummy," he whispered, with his lips close to the other's ear, "if they take the castle, they'll keep it, and turn us out."
"Yes, and grab the mine," said the boy hoa.r.s.ely. "Well, we mustn't let 'em."
_Bang_, _bang_, came the reports of a couple of arquebuses from one of the windows, but no harm was done, and the men answered with a derisive cheer and continued their battering of the door, which still resisted their efforts.
Another shot was fired, but still without effect, and Mark ground his teeth together as he felt the impotency of his father's efforts now that the enemy had stolen in beyond the gates that would have been admirable for defence.
"Well, aren't you going to do something, Master Mark?"
"What can I do, Dummy?" cried the lad, in despair. "We might shut these gates, and defend them."
"Yes, so we could; but what's the good?"
Just then there was a quick flash and a sharp roar close to the doorway, and in the bright light the lads saw the men drop the beam and run back; but no one was hurt, and in answer to a roar of orders from their leader, the enemy seized the beam again and began to drive it against the centre of the great door.
"Running away from that," roared Purlrose; "handful of powder rolled up in a bag and thrown at you! Down with it! they've got no more."
"Yes, they have," whispered Dummy, excitedly. "Here, Master Mark, quick!"
Mark grasped the idea, without explanation, and ran back with his companion, leaving the shouting, cursing, and firing behind, to descend with him to the mouth of the mine, and then downward to the big stone shed, where Dummy tore open the great oaken closet, and drew out a bag of the coa.r.s.e blasting-powder used in the mine.
"Feel in that box, Master Mark; that's it. You know. The fuse cord."
Mark had a roll of loose twisted hemp soaked in saltpetre and powder out of the box directly, and armed with a powder-bag each, they hurried trembling back, to reach the gateway, peer round the corner, and see that the attack was going on as fiercely as ever, while the defence was very weak, and they knew that before long the door must yield. In fact, amidst a burst of cheers, a hole had been already driven through, to be made use of by the defenders for sending thrusts out with their pikes.
"Up with you," whispered Mark, and the two lads hurried up a little winding staircase on to the top of the inner gate-tower, from whence they could go along one side of the little yard, hidden by the crenellated battlement, till they were about five-and-twenty feet from where the men were carrying on their attack.
"Light it, and chuck it among 'em," whispered Dummy, but he proceeded with system. "Put t'other inside the doorway," he whispered. "Don't want that to go off too."
Mark obeyed, and returned unseen by those below, or the party defending the hall-door, to find that his companion, used to seeing such things done, had cut a little hole in the side of the powder-bag, inserted a piece of the fuse, and thrust the rest in his pocket.
"Here, you hold the end of the string up," whispered Dummy; and there was a rattling noise, as he took out the flint and steel he was carrying.
A cold chill ran through Mark.
"Mind," he whispered; "you'll blow us to pieces."
"Nay, I won't," said the lad, between his teeth. "You hold the thing in your hands; open it out a bit. I won't send no sparks nigh the powder.
Aren't afeared, are you?"