14. CHAPTER XIV.
What happened to Mr. Jones in his journey from St. Albans
They were got about two miles beyond Barnet, and it was now the dusk
of the evening, when a genteel-looking man, but upon a very shabby
horse, rode up to Jones, and asked him whether he was going to London;
to which Jones answered in the affirmative. The gentleman replied,
"I should be obliged to you, sir, if you will accept of my company;
for it is very late, and I am a stranger to the road." Jones readily
complied with the request; and on they travelled together, holding
that sort of discourse which is usual on such occasions.
Of this, indeed, robbery was the principal topic: upon which subject
the stranger expressed great apprehensions; but Jones declared he
had very little to lose, and consequently as little to fear. Here
Partridge could not forbear putting in his word. "Your honour," said
he, "may think it a little, but I am sure, if I had a hundred-pound
bank-note in my pocket, as you have, I should be very sorry to lose
it; but, for my part, I never was less afraid in my life; for we are
four of us, and if we all stand by one another, the best man in
England can't rob us. Suppose he should have a pistol, he can kill but
one of us, and a man can die but once.- That's my comfort, a man can
die but once."
Besides the reliance on superior numbers, a kind of valour which
hath raised a certain nation among the moderns to a high pitch of
glory, there was another reason for the extraordinary courage which
Partridge now discovered; for he had at present as much of that
quality as was in the power of liquor to bestow.
Our company were now arrived within a mile of Highgate, when the
stranger turned short upon Jones, and pulling out a pistol, demanded
that little bank-note which Partridge had mentioned.
Jones was at first somewhat shocked at this unexpected demand;
however, he presently recollected himself, and told the highwayman,
all the money he had in his pocket was entirely at his service; and so
saying, he pulled out upwards of three guineas, and offered to deliver
it; but the other answered with an oath, That would not do. Jones
answered coolly, he was very sorry for it, and returned the money into
his pocket.
The highwayman then threatened, if he did not deliver the
bank-note that moment, he must shoot him; holding his pistol at the
same time very near to his breast. Jones instantly caught hold of
the fellow's hand, which trembled so that he could scarce hold the
pistol in it, and turned the muzzle from him. A struggle then
ensued, in which the former wrested the pistol from the hand of his
antagonist, and both came from their horses on the ground together,
the highwayman upon his back, and the victorious Jones upon him.
The poor fellow now began to implore mercy of the conqueror: for, to
say the truth, he was in strength by no means a match for Jones.
"Indeed, sir," says he, "I could have had no intention to shoot you;
for you will find the pistol was not loaded. This is the first robbery
I ever attempted, and I have been driven by distress to this."
At this instant, at about a hundred and fifty yards' distance, lay
another person on the ground, roaring for mercy in a much louder voice
than the highwayman. This was no other than Partridge himself, who,
endeavouring to make his escape from the engagement, had been thrown
from his horse, and lay flat on his face, not daring to look up, and
expecting every minute to be shot.
In this posture he lay, till the guide, who was no otherwise
concerned than for his horses, having secured the stumbling beast,
came up to him, and told him his master had got the better of the
highwayman.
Partridge leapt up at this news, and ran back to the place where
Jones stood with his sword drawn in his hand to guard the poor fellow;
which Partridge no sooner saw, than he cried out, "Kill the villain,
sir, run him through the body, kill him this instant!"
Luckily, however, for the poor wretch, he had fallen into more
merciful hands; for Jones having examined the pistol, and found it
to be really unloaded, began to believe all the man had told him,
before Partridge came up: namely, that he was a novice in the trade,
and that he had been driven to it by the distress he mentioned, the
greatest indeed imaginable, that of five hungry children, and a wife
lying in of the sixth, in the utmost want and misery. The truth of all
which the highwayman most vehemently asserted, and offered to convince
Mr. Jones of it, if he would take the trouble to go to his house,
which was not above two miles off; saying, "That he desired no favour,
but upon condition of proving all he had alledged."
Jones at first pretended that he would take the fellow at his word
and go with him, declaring that his fate should depend entirely on the
truth of his story. Upon this the poor fellow immediately expressed so
much alacrity, that Jones was perfectly satisfied with his veracity,
and began now to entertain sentiments of compassion for him. He
returned the fellow his empty pistol, advised him to think of honester
means of relieving his distress, and gave him a couple of guineas
for the immediate support of his wife and his family; adding, "he
wished he had more for his sake, for the hundred pound that had been
mentioned was not his own."
Our readers will probably be divided in their opinions concerning
this action; some may applaud it perhaps as an act of extraordinary
humanity, while those of a more saturnine temper will consider it as a
want of regard to that justice which every man owes his country.
Partridge certainly saw it in that light; for he testified much
dissatisfaction on the occasion, quoted an old proverb, and said, he
should not wonder if the rogue attacked them again before they reached
London.
The highwayman was full of expressions of thankfulness and
gratitude. He actually dropt tears, or pretended so to do. He vowed he
would immediately return home, and would never afterwards commit
such a transgression: whether he kept his word or no, perhaps may
appear hereafter.
Our travellers having remounted their horses, arrived in town
without encountering any new mishap. On the road much pleasant
discourse passed between Jones and Partridge, on the subject of their
last adventure: in which Jones exprest a great compassion for those
highwaymen who are, by unavoidable distress, driven, as it were, to
such illegal courses as generally bring them to a shameful death: "I
mean," said he, "those only whose highest guilt extends no farther
than to robbery, and who are never guilty of cruelty nor insult to any
person, which is a circumstance that, I must say, to the honour of our
country, distinguishes the robbers of England from those of all
other nations; for murder is, amongst those, almost inseparably
incident to robbery."
"No doubt," answered Partridge, "it is better to take away one's
money than one's life; and yet it is very hard upon honest men, that
they can't travel about their business without being in danger of
these villains. And to be sure it would be better that all rogues were
hanged out of the way, than that one honest man should suffer. For
my own part, indeed, I should not care to have the blood of any of
them on my hands; but it is very proper for the law to hang them
all. What right hath any man to take sixpence from me, unless I give
it him? Is there any honesty in such a man?"
"No, surely," cries Jones, "no more than there is in him who takes
the horses out of another man's stable, or who applies to his own
use the money which he finds, when he knows the right owner."
These hints stopt the mouth of Partridge; nor did he open it again
till Jones, having thrown some sarcastical jokes on his cowardice,
he offered to excuse himself on the inequality of firearms, saying, "A
thousand naked men are nothing to one pistol; for though it is true it
will kill but one at a single discharge, yet who can tell but that one
may be himself?"