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1The apparition of a file of soldiers ringing down the but-ends of their loaded muskets on our door-step, caused the
2dinner-party to rise from table in confusion, and caused Mrs. Joe re-entering the kitchen empty-handed, to stop short
3and stare, in her wondering lament of "Gracious goodness gracious me, what's gone--with the--pie!" The sergeant and I
4were in the kitchen when Mrs. Joe stood staring; at which crisis I partially recovered the use of my senses. It was the
5sergeant who had spoken to me, and he was now looking round at the company, with his handcuffs invitingly extended
6towards them in his right hand, and his left on my shoulder. "Excuse me, ladies and gentleman," said the sergeant, "but
7as I have mentioned at the door to this smart young shaver," (which he hadn't), "I am on a chase in the name of the
8king, and I want the blacksmith." "And pray what might you want with him?" retorted my sister, quick to resent his being
9wanted at all. "Missis," returned the gallant sergeant, "speaking for myself, I should reply, the honour and pleasure of
10his fine wife's acquaintance; speaking for the king, I answer, a little job done." This was received as rather neat in
11the sergeant; insomuch that Mr. Pumblechook cried audibly, "Good again!" "You see, blacksmith," said the sergeant, who
12had by this time picked out Joe with his eye, "we have had an accident with these, and I find the lock of one of 'em
13goes wrong, and the coupling don't act pretty. As they are wanted for immediate service, will you throw your eye over
14them?" Joe threw his eye over them, and pronounced that the job would necessitate the lighting of his forge fire, and
15would take nearer two hours than one. "Will it? Then will you set about it at once, blacksmith?" said the off-hand
16sergeant, "as it's on his Majesty's service. And if my men can bear a hand anywhere, they'll make themselves useful."
17With that, he called to his men, who came trooping into the kitchen one after another, and piled their arms in a corner.
18And then they stood about, as soldiers do; now, with their hands loosely clasped before them; now, resting a knee or a
19shoulder; now, easing a belt or a pouch; now, opening the door to spit stiffly over their high stocks, out into the
20yard. All these things I saw without then knowing that I saw them, for I was in an agony of apprehension. But beginning
21to perceive that the handcuffs were not for me, and that the military had so far got the better of the pie as to put it
22in the background, I collected a little more of my scattered wits. "Would you give me the time?" said the sergeant,
23addressing himself to Mr. Pumblechook, as to a man whose appreciative powers justified the inference that he was equal
24to the time. "It's just gone half past two." "That's not so bad," said the sergeant, reflecting; "even if I was forced
25to halt here nigh two hours, that'll do. How far might you call yourselves from the marshes, hereabouts? Not above a
26mile, I reckon?" "Just a mile," said Mrs. Joe. "That'll do. We begin to close in upon 'em about dusk. A little before
27dusk, my orders are. That'll do." "Convicts, sergeant?" asked Mr. Wopsle, in a matter-of-course way. "Ay!" returned the
28sergeant, "two. They're pretty well known to be out on the marshes still, and they won't try to get clear of 'em before
29dusk. Anybody here seen anything of any such game?" Everybody, myself excepted, said no, with confidence. Nobody thought
30of me. "Well!" said the sergeant, "they'll find themselves trapped in a circle, I expect, sooner than they count on.
31Now, blacksmith! If you're ready, his Majesty the King is." Joe had got his coat and waistcoat and cravat off, and his
32leather apron on, and passed into the forge. One of the soldiers opened its wooden windows, another lighted the fire,
33another turned to at the bellows, the rest stood round the blaze, which was soon roaring. Then Joe began to hammer and
34clink, hammer and clink, and we all looked on. The interest of the impending pursuit not only absorbed the general
35attention, but even made my sister liberal. She drew a pitcher of beer from the cask for the soldiers, and invited the
36sergeant to take a glass of brandy. But Mr. Pumblechook said, sharply, "Give him wine, Mum. I'll engage there's no tar
37in that:" so, the sergeant thanked him and said that as he preferred his drink without tar, he would take wine, if it
38was equally convenient. When it was given him, he drank his Majesty's health and compliments of the season, and took it
39all at a mouthful and smacked his lips. "Good stuff, eh, sergeant?" said Mr. Pumblechook. "I'll tell you something,"
40returned the sergeant; "I suspect that stuff's of your providing." Mr. Pumblechook, with a fat sort of laugh, said, "Ay,
41ay? Why?" "Because," returned the sergeant, clapping him on the shoulder, "you're a man that knows what's what." "D'ye
42think so?" said Mr. Pumblechook, with his former laugh. "Have another glass!" "With you. Hob and nob," returned the
43sergeant. "The top of mine to the foot of yours,--the foot of yours to the top of mine,--Ring once, ring twice,--the
44best tune on the Musical Glasses! Your health. May you live a thousand years, and never be a worse judge of the right
45sort than you are at the present moment of your life!" The sergeant tossed off his glass again and seemed quite ready
46for another glass. I noticed that Mr. Pumblechook in his hospitality appeared to forget that he had made a present of
47the wine, but took the bottle from Mrs. Joe and had all the credit of handing it about in a gush of joviality. Even I
48got some. And he was so very free of the wine that he even called for the other bottle, and handed that about with the
49same liberality, when the first was gone. As I watched them while they all stood clustering about the forge, enjoying
50themselves so much, I thought what terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive friend on the marshes was. They had not
51enjoyed themselves a quarter so much, before the entertainment was brightened with the excitement he furnished. And now,
52when they were all in lively anticipation of "the two villains" being taken, and when the bellows seemed to roar for the
53fugitives, the fire to flare for them, the smoke to hurry away in pursuit of them, Joe to hammer and clink for them, and
54all the murky shadows on the wall to shake at them in menace as the blaze rose and sank, and the red-hot sparks dropped
55and died, the pale afternoon outside almost seemed in my pitying young fancy to have turned pale on their account, poor
56wretches. At last, Joe's job was done, and the ringing and roaring stopped. As Joe got on his coat, he mustered courage
57to propose that some of us should go down with the soldiers and see what came of the hunt. Mr. Pumblechook and Mr.
58Hubble declined, on the plea of a pipe and ladies' society; but Mr. Wopsle said he would go, if Joe would. Joe said he
59was agreeable, and would take me, if Mrs. Joe approved. We never should have got leave to go, I am sure, but for Mrs.
60Joe's curiosity to know all about it and how it ended. As it was, she merely stipulated, "If you bring the boy back with
61his head blown to bits by a musket, don't look to me to put it together again." The sergeant took a polite leave of the
62ladies, and parted from Mr. Pumblechook as from a comrade; though I doubt if he were quite as fully sensible of that
63gentleman's merits under arid conditions, as when something moist was going. His men resumed their muskets and fell in.
64Mr. Wopsle, Joe, and I, received strict charge to keep in the rear, and to speak no word after we reached the marshes.
65When we were all out in the raw air and were steadily moving towards our business, I treasonably whispered to Joe, "I
66hope, Joe, we shan't find them." and Joe whispered to me, "I'd give a shilling if they had cut and run, Pip."
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