He had brought Smike out in his arms--poor fellow! a child might have carried him then--to see the sunset, and, having arranged his couch, had taken his seat beside it. He had been watching the whole of the night before, and being greatly fatigued both in mind and body, gradually fell asleep.
He could not have closed his eyes five minutes, when he was awakened by a scream, and starting up in that kind of terror which affects a person suddenly roused, saw, to his great astonishment, that his charge had struggled into a sitting posture, and with eyes almost starting from their sockets, cold dew standing on his forehead, and in a fit of trembling which quite convulsed his frame, was calling to him for help.
`Good Heaven, what is this?' said Nicholas, bending over him. `Be calm;you have been dreaming.'
`No, no, no!' cried Smike, clinging to him. `Hold me tight. Don't let me go. There--there--behind the tree!'
Nicholas followed his eyes, which were directed to some distance behind the chair from which he himself had just risen. But, there was nothing there.
`This is nothing but your fancy,' he said, as he strove to compose him;`nothing else, indeed.'
`I know better. I saw as plain as I see now,' was the answer. `Oh! say you'll keep me with you--swear you won't leave me for an instant!'
`Do I ever leave you?' returned Nicholas. `Lie down again--there! You see I'm here. Now, tell me--what was it?'
`Do you remember,' said Smike, in a low voice, and glancing fearfully round, `do you remember my telling you of the man who first took me to the school?'
`Yes, surely.'
`I raised my eyes, just now, towards that tree--that one with the thick trunk--and there, with his eyes fixed on me, he stood!'
`Only reflect for one moment,' said Nicholas; `granting, for an instant, that it's likely he is alive and wandering about a lonely place like this, so far removed from the public road, do you think that at this distance of time you could possibly know that man again?'
`Anywhere--in any dress,' returned Smike; `but, just now, he stood leaning upon his stick and looking at me, exactly as I told you I remembered him.
He was dusty with walking, and poorly dressed--I think his clothes were ragged--but directly I saw him, the wet night, his face when he left me, the parlour I was left in, and the people that were there, all seemed to come back together. When he knew I saw him, he looked frightened; for he started, and shrunk away. I have thought of him by day, and dreamt of him by night. He looked in my sleep, when I was quite a little child, and has looked in my sleep ever since, as he did just now.'
Nicholas endeavoured, by every persuasion and argument he could think of, to convince the terrified creature that his imagination had deceived him, and that this close resemblance between the creation of his dreams and the man he supposed he had seen was but a proof of it; but all in vain.
When he could persuade him to remain, for a few moments, in the care of the people to whom the house belonged, he instituted a strict inquiry whether any stranger had been seen, and searched himself behind the tree, and through the orchard, and upon the land immediately adjoining, and in every place near, where it was possible for a man to lie concealed; but all in vain.
Satisfied that he was right in his original conjecture, he applied himself to calming the fears of Smike, which, after some time, he partially succeeded in doing, though not in removing the impression upon his mind; for he still declared, again and again, in the most solemn and fervid manner, that he had positively seen what he had described, and that nothing could ever remove his conviction of its reality.