Then he got his whip. The moment he mounted the box, the men broke into a hearty cheer of delight at his success. But they would not let him go without a general inspection of the harness; and although they found it right, for not a buckle had to be shifted, they never allowed him to do it for himself again all the time his father was ill.
The cheer brought his mother to the window, and there she saw her little boy setting out alone with the cab in the gray of morning. She tugged at the window, but it was stiff; and before she could open it, Diamond, who was in a great hurry, was out of the mews, and almost out of the street. She called “Diamond! Diamond!” but there was no answer except from Jack.
“Never fear for him, ma’am,” said Jack. “It ’ud be only a devil as would hurt him, and there ain’t so many o’ them as some folk ’ud have you believe. A boy o’ Diamond’s size as can ’arness a ’oss t’other Diamond’s size, and put him to, right as a trivet—if he do upset the keb—’ll fall on his feet, ma’am.”
“But he won’t upset the cab, will he, Jack?”
“Not he, ma’am. Leastways he won’t go for to do it.”
“I know as much as that myself. What do you mean?”
“I mean he’s a little likely to do it as the oldest man in the stable. How’s the gov’nor today, ma’am?”
“A good deal better, thank you,” she answered, closing the window in some fear lest her husband should have been made anxious by the news of Diamond’s expedition. He knew pretty well, however, what his boy was capable of, and although not quite easy was less anxious than his mother. But as the evening drew on, the anxiety of both of them increased, and every sound of wheels made his father raise himself in his bed, and his mother peep out of the window.
Diamond had resolved to go straight to the cabstand where he was best known, and never to crawl for fear of getting annoyed by idlers. Before he got across Oxford Street, however, he was hailed by a man who wanted to catch a train, and was in too great a hurry to think about the driver. Having carried him to King’s Cross in good time, and got a good fare in return, he set off again in great spirits, and reached the stand in safety. He was the first there after all.
As the men arrived they all greeted him kindly, and inquired after his father.
“Ain’t you afraid of the old ’oss running away with you?” asked one.
“No, he wouldn’t run away with me,” answered Diamond. “He knows I’m getting the shillings for father. Or if he did he would only run home.”
“Well, you’re a plucky one, for all your girl’s looks!” said the man; “and I wish ye luck.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Diamond. “I’ll do what I can. I came to the old place, you see, because I knew you would let me have my turn here.”
In the course of the day one man did try to cut him out, but he was a stranger; and the shout the rest of them raised let him see it would not do, and made him so far ashamed besides, that he went away crawling.
Once, in a block, a policeman came up to him, and asked him for his number. Diamond showed him his father’s badge, saying with a smile:
“Father’s ill at home, and so I came out with the cab. There’s no fear of me. I can drive. Besides, the old horse could go alone.”
“Just as well, I daresay. You’re a pair of ’em. But you are a rum ’un for a cabby—ain’t you now?” said the policeman. “I don’t know as I ought to let you go.”
“I ain’t done nothing,” said Diamond. “It’s not my fault I’m no bigger. I’m big enough for my age.”
“That’s where it is,” said the man. “You ain’t fit.”
“How do you know that?” asked Diamond, with his usual smile, and turning his head like a little bird.
“Why, how are you to get out of this ruck now, when it begins to move?”
“Just you get up on the box,” said Diamond, “and I’ll show you. There, that van’s a-moving now. Jump up.”
The policeman did as Diamond told him, and was soon satisfied that the little fellow could drive.
“Well,” he said, as he got down again, “I don’t know as I should be right to interfere. Good luck to you, my little man!”
“Thank you, sir,” said Diamond, and drove away.
In a few minutes a gentleman hailed him.
“Are you the driver of this cab?” he asked.
“Yes, sir” said Diamond, showing his badge, of which, he was proud.
“You’re the youngest cabman I ever saw. How am I to know you won’t break all my bones?”
“I would rather break all my own,” said Diamond. “But if you’re afraid, never mind me; I shall soon get another fare.”
“I’ll risk it,” said the gentleman; and, opening the door himself, he jumped in.
He was going a good distance, and soon found that Diamond got him over the ground well. Now when Diamond had only to go straight ahead, and had not to mind so much what he was about, his thoughts always turned to the riddle Mr. Raymond had set him; and this gentleman looked so clever that he fancied he must be able to read it for him. He had given up all hope of finding it out for himself, and he could not plague his father about it when he was ill. He had thought of the answer himself, but fancied it
