This platform was walled round, with steps leading up to it, quite solid. I could not make out what the use of the thing could be: there were two tall upright pieces of timber, grooved, and joined near the top by a beam across; within these was a square block of wood, which looked as if it would slide up and down in the groove.
âWhat is that, Jeremy?â I asked.
âThatâs the gibbet,â he said. âHavenât you heard of Halifax Gibbet Law? Anyone caught stealing cloth from tenters had his head chopped off. The chap was thrown down on the ground, and there was an axe, you see, nailed to that blockââhe pointedââand the block was held up by a rope wound round a peg, and they drew the peg out, and down fell the axe. Whoosh!â
âThatâs horrible!â I cried.
âWell, you neednât fret yourself, lad; it hasnât been used for seventy years or more,â sneered Jeremy. âCanât you see the axe and the rope arenât there now?â
âIâm glad of that. I suppose the law was so strict because itâs so easy to steal cloth from the tenters,â I said.
âI daresay. Oh be hanged to the gibbet!â he cried suddenly, touching up the horse with his whip so that it started forward. âIt makes one sick to look at the thing.â
Indeed he had gone quite pale.
âI agree with you, Jeremy,â said I warmly, and for the first time I felt drawn to the man.
A moment later we passed an inn, the sign of which declared it to be the Rose and Crown, and in the doorway who should be standing but Mr. Defoe.
âThereâs Mr. Defoe!â I cried, waving my hand to him. âOh, Jeremy, may I go and talk with him? Just for a few minutes?â
âYou can do owt you like for owt I care,â said Jeremy roughly. âI donât want to see you again till six oâclock tonight. You can meet me then in the Old Cock yard.â
âVery well,â said I, delighted.
Mr. Defoe had pushed his way through the crowd and now came up to the wagon, which was halted for me to dismount.
âWell, Tom! Good morning,â said he.
âOh, Mr. Defoe, I am so glad to see you, to tell you how much I am enjoyingâwe are all enjoyingââ I began. Then I remembered my manners, and said: âThis is JeremyOldfield, journeyman weaver to Mr. Firth. I donât think you saw him at Upper High Royd, he was busy at the loom.â
âMorning. No, I didnât see you at Upper High Royd,â said Mr. Defoe to Jeremy, who muttered: âServant,â and touched his forelock. âBut I saw you last night, I think. In a corner at the inn here. You were arguing some point over a drink of ale with a fellow in scarlet stockings and a man pitted by smallpox.â
âMe, sir? No, sir! I wasnât in Halifax last night,â cried Jeremy quickly. âYouâve mistaken your man, sir. You have indeed.â
âWell, maybe so,â said Mr. Defoe carelessly. âThe corner was dark. Itâs of no consequence.â
âWe must be off, Tom,â said Jeremy, whipping up the horse.
âYou said I could talk to Mr. Defoe, Jeremy,â I cried, as the wagon wheel nearly knocked me down.
âDo as you like, itâs nowt to me if I never see you again,â Jeremy threw back over his shoulder.
âA surly, ill-conditioned fellow,â said Mr. Defoe. âI wonder how your Mr. Firth, who is a cheerful, open kind of man, can bear to keep him.â
âHe is a good weaver.â
âAll the same I saw him here last night, talking to scarlet stockings and pockface. Money passed between them.â
âJeremyâs time after six is his own.
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is grand, Mr. Defoe!â I burst out, tired of talk about Jeremy.
Mr. Defoe laughed, and jingled the coins in his pocket.
âIt must be long hours since you left Upper High Royd, Tom,â said he. âArt
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