CHAPTER III. MR. YORKE.

andIsraelsawtheEgyptiansdeaduponthesea-shore'—yea,'thedepthscoveredthem,theysanktothebottomasastone.'TherighthandoftheLordbecamegloriousinpowertherighthandoftheLorddashedinpiecestheenemy!" "Youareallrightonlyyouforgetthetrueparallel.FranceisIsrael,andNapoleonisMoses.Europe,withheroldovergorgedempiresandrottendynasties,iscorruptEgyptgallantFranceistheTwelveTribes,andherfreshandvigorousUsurpertheShepherdofHoreb." "Iscorntoansweryou." Mooreaccordinglyansweredhimself—atleast,hesubjoinedtowhathehadjustsaidanadditionalobservationinalowervoice. "Oh,inItalyhewasasgreatasanyMoses!Hewastherightthingthere,fittoheadandorganizemeasuresfortheregenerationofnations.ItpuzzlesmetothisdayhowtheconquerorofLodishouldhavecondescendedtobecomeanemperor,avulgar,astupidhumbugandstillmorehowapeoplewhohadoncecalledthemselvesrepublicansshouldhavesunkagaintothegradeofmereslaves.IdespiseFrance!IfEnglandhadgoneasfaronthemarchofcivilizationasFrancedid,shewouldhardlyhaveretreatedsoshamelessly." "Youdon'tmeantosaythatbesottedimperialFranceisanyworsethanbloodyrepublicanFrance?"demandedHelstonefiercely. "Imeantosaynothing,butIcanthinkwhatIplease,youknow,Mr.Helstone,bothaboutFranceandEnglandandaboutrevolutions,andregicides,andrestorationsingeneralandaboutthedivinerightofkings,whichyouoftenstickleforinyoursermons,andthedutyofnon-resistance,andthesanityofwar,and——" Mr.Moore'ssentencewasherecutshortbytherapidrollingupofagig,anditssuddenstoppageinthemiddleoftheroad.Bothheandtherectorhadbeentoomuchoccupiedwiththeirdiscoursetonoticeitsapproachtillitwascloseuponthem. "Nah,maisterdidth'wagonshithome?"demandedavoicefromthevehicle. "CanthatbeJoeScott?" "Ay,ay!"returnedanothervoiceforthegigcontainedtwopersons,aswasseenbytheglimmerofitslamp.Themenwiththelanternshadnowfallenintotherear,orrather,theequestriansoftherescue-partyhadoutriddenthepedestrians."Ay,Mr.Moore,it'sJoeScott.I'mbringinghimbacktoyouinabonnypickle.Ifandhimonthetopofthemooryonder,himandthreeothers.Whatwillyougivemeforrestoringhimtoyou?" "Why,mythanks,IbelieveforIcouldbetterhaveaffordedtoloseabetterman.Thatisyou,Isuppose,Mr.Yorke,byyourvoice?" "Ay,lad,it'sme.IwascominghomefromStilbro'market,andjustasIgottothemiddleofthemoor,andwaswhippingonasswiftasthewind(forthese,theysay,arenotsafetimes,thankstoabadgovernment!),Iheardagroan.Ipulledup.SomewouldhavewhiptonfasterbutI'venaughttofearthatIknowof.Idon'tbelievethere'saladinthesepartswouldharmme—atleast,I'dgivethemasgoodasIgotiftheyofferedtodoit.Isaid,'Isthereaughtwronganywhere?'''Deedisthere,'somebodysays,speakingoutoftheground,like.'What'stodo?Besharpandtellme,'Iordered.'Nobbutfouronusligginginaditch,'saysJoe,asquietascouldbe.Itelled'emmoreshameto'em,andbidthemgetupandmoveon,orI'dlendthemalickofthegig-whipformynotionwastheywereallfresh.'We'dha'donethatanhoursin',butwe'reteedwi'abito'band,'saysJoe.SoinawhileIgotdownandloosed'emwi'mypenknifeandScottwouldridewi'me,totellmeallhowithappenedandt'othersarecomingonasfastastheirfeetwillbringthem." "Well,Iamgreatlyobligedtoyou,Mr.Yorke." "Areyou,myl