by Justin Huntly McCarthy
Justin Huntly McCarthy
Author of IF I WERE KING
Oh Marjorie, my world's delight
Your yellow hair is angel-bright,
Your eyes are angel-blue.
I thought, and think, the sweetest sight
Between the morning and the night
Is just the sight of you.
R. H. RUSSELL
COPYRIGHT, 1903, BY R. H. RUSSELL
First Impression, March, 1903
CHAPTER I. MY
CHAPTER III. THE
ALEHOUSE BY THE
CHAPTER IV. A
CHAPTER VI. THE
THE COMPANY AT
THE NOBLE ROSE
CHAPTER IX. THE
TALK IN THE
CHAPTER X. SHE
COMES DOWN THE
CHAPTER XI. A
FEAST OF THE
CHAPTER XII. MR.
CHAPTER XIII. TO
CHAPTER XIV. THE
CHAPTER XVI. I
MAKE A DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XVII. A
THE NIGHT AND
CHAPTER XIX. HOW
SOME OF US GOT
TO THE ISLAND
CHAPTER XX. A
CHAPTER XXII. WE
WE GET TO THE
CHAPTER XXV. THE
STORY FROM THE
AN ILL TALE
WE DEFY JENSEN
THE ATTACK AT
CHAPTER XXX. OUR
FLAG COMES DOWN
CHAPTER XXXI. A
THE SEA GIVES UP
THE LAST OF THE
CHAPTER I. MY APOLOGY
What I have written may seem to some, who have never tossed an hour
on salt water, nor, indeed, tramped far afield on dry land, to be
astounding, and well-nigh beyond belief. But it is all true none the
less, though I found it easier to live through than to set down. I
believe that nothing is harder than to tell a plain tale plainly and
with precision. Twenty times since I began this narrative I have damned
ink and paper heartily after the swearing fashion of the sea, and have
wished myself back again in my perils rather than have to write about
I was born in Sendennis, in Sussex, and my earliest memories are
full of the sound and colour and smell of the sea. It was above all
things my parents' wish that I should live a landsman's life. But I was
mad for the sea from the first days that I can call to mind.
My parents were people of substance in a waydid well with a
mercer's shop in the Main Street, and were much looked up to by their
neighbours. My mother always would have it that I came through my
father of gentle lineage. Indeed, the name I bore, the name of
Crowninshield, was not the kind of name that one associates usually
with a mercer's business and with the path in life along which my
father and mother walked with content. There certainly had been old
families of Crowninshields in Sussex and elsewhere, and some of them
had bustled in the big wars. There may be plenty of Crowninshields
still left for aught I know or care, for I never troubled my head much
about my possible ancestors who carried on a field gules an Eastern
crown or. I may confess, however, that in later years, when my fortune
had bettered, I assumed those armes parlantes, if only as a brave
device wherewith to seal a letter. Anyway, Crowninshield is my name,
with Raphael prefixed, a name my mother fell upon in conning her Bible
for a holiname for me. So, if my arms are but canting heraldry, I carry
the name of an archangel to better them.
I was an only son, and my parents spoilt me. They had some fancy in
their heads that I was a weakling, and needed care, though I had the
strength of a colt and the health a sea-coast lad should have, so they
did not send me to a school. Yet, because they set a store by
book-learningwhich may have its uses, though it never charmed meI
had some schooling at home in reading, writing, and ciphering. My
father sought to instil into me an admiration for the dignity of trade,
because he wished me to become a merchant in time, with mayhap the
Mayoralty in perspective. I liked the shop when I was little, and
thought it a famous place to play in, lurking down behind its dark
counter as in a robbers' den, and seeing through the open door of the
parlour at the back of the shop my mother knitting at her window and
the green trees of the garden. I liked, too, the folds of sober cloth
and coloured prints, and the faces of folk when they came in to buy or
cheapen. Even the jangle of the bell that clattered at the shop door
when we put it to at meal times pleased my ears, and has sounded there
many times since and softly in places thousands of miles away from the
Main Street. I do not know how or why, but the cling-clang of that bell
always stirred strange fancies in my mind, and strange things appeared
quite possible. Whenever the bell went tinkle I began to wonder who it
was outside, and whether by chance they wanted me, and what they might
want of me. But the caller was never better than some neighbour, who
needed a button or a needle.
The great event of my childhood was my father's gift to me of an
English version of Monsieur Galland's book, 'The Arabian Nights'
Entertainments.' Then the tinkle of the shop bell assumed a new
significance. Might not Haroun al Raschid himself, with Giafar, his
vizier, and Mesrour, his man, follow its cracked summons, or some
terrible withered creature whom I, and I only, knew to be a genie in
disguise, come in to catch me by the shoulder and sink with me through
Those were delicious terrors. But what I most learnt from that book
was an unconquerable love for travel and an unconquerable stretching to
the sea. When I read in my book of Sinbad and his Seven Voyages I would
think of the sea that lay so near me, and wish that I were waiting for
a wind in a boat with painted hull and sails like snow and my name
somewhere in great gold letters. I would wander down to the quays and
watch the shipping and the seamen, and wonder whence they came and
where they went, and if any one of them had a roc's egg on board. I was
very free for a child in those days, for my parents, still fretting on
my delicacy, rarely crossed me; and, indeed, I was tame enough, partly
from keeping such quiet, and well content to be by myself for the hour
But, when I had lived in this wise until I was nearly fifteen, my
father and my mother agreed that I needed more book-learning; and,
since they were still loath to send me to school, they thought of Mr.
Davies, the bookseller, of Cliff Street. He was a man of learning. His
business was steady. He had leisure, and was never pressed for a penny,
or even for a guinea. It was agreed that I should go every day for a
couple of afternoon hours, to sit with him and ply my book, and become
a famous scholar. Poor Mr. Davies! he never got his will of me in that
way, and yet he bore me no grudge, though it filled him with
disappointment at first.
There was a vast deal of importance for me, though I did not dream
it at the time, about my going to take my lessons of Mr. Davies, of
Cliff Street. For if I had not gone I should never have got that
tincture of Latin which still clings to me, and which a world of winds
and waters has not blown or washed from my wits; nor, which is far more
important, should I ever have chanced upon Lancelot Amber; and if I had
not chanced upon Lancelot Amber I should have lost the best friend man
ever had in this world, and missed seeing the world's fairest woman.
CHAPTER II. LANCELOT AMBER
Mr. Davies was a wisp of a man, with a taste for snuff and for
snuff-coloured garments, and for books in snuffy bindings. His
book-shop in Cliff Street was a dingy place enough, with a smell of
leather and paste about it, and if you stirred a book you brought
enough snuffy dust into the air to make you sneeze for ten minutes. But
his own room, which was above the shop, was blithe enough, and it was
there I had my lessons. Mr. Davies kept a piping bullfinch in it, and a
linnet, and there was a little window garden on the sill, where tulips
bloomed in their season, and under a glass case there was a plaster
model of the Arch of Titus in Rome, of which he was exceedingly proud,
and which I thought very pretty, and at one time longed to have.
Mr. Davies was a smooth and decent scholar, and when he was dreamy
he would shove his scratch back from his forehead and shut his eyes and
recite Homer or Virgil by the page together, while Lancelot and I
listened open-mouthed, and I wondered what pleasure he got out of all
that rigmarole. The heroes of Homer and of Virgil seemed to me very
bloodless, boneless creatures after my kings and wizards out of Mr.
Galland's book; even Ulysses, who was a thrifty, shifty fellow enough,
with some touch of the sea-captain in him, was not a patch upon my
hero, Sindbad of Bagdad, from whose tale I believe the Greek fellow
stole half his fancies, and those the better half.
I remember still clearly the very first afternoon when I presented
myself at Mr. Davies's shop in Cliff Street. He told me I was very
welcome, assured me that on that day I crossed the threshold of the
Muses' Temple, shook me warmly by the hand, and then, all of a sudden,
as if recollecting himself, told me to greet my class-fellow. A lad of
about mine own age came from the window and held out his hand, and the
lad was Lancelot Amber.
I have seen many gracious sights in my time, but only one so
gracious as that sudden flash of Lancelot Amber upon my boyish vision.
As he came forward with the afternoon sunlight strong upon him he
looked like some militant saint. There is a St. George in our church,
and there is a St. Michael too, both splendid in coat-armour and
terrible with swords, but neither of them has ever seemed to me half so
heroic or half so saintly as the boy Lancelot did that morning in Mr.
Davies's parlour. He was tall of his years, with fair hair curling
about his head as I have since seen hair curling in some of the old
The boy came forward and shook hands with me in friendly fashion,
with a friend's grip of the fingers. I gave him the squeeze again, and
we both stood for a moment looking at each other silently, as dogs
over-eye one another on a first meeting. How little it entered into
either of our brains that moment of the times that we should stand
together, and the places and the trials and perils that we should
endure together. We were only two lads standing there in a snug
first-floor room, where yellow parrots sprawled on the painted wall,
and a mild-mannered gentleman with a russet wig motioned us to sit
Our life ran in current for long enough. We sat together at Mr.
Davies's feetI am speaking metaphorically, for in reality we sat
opposite to himand we thumbed our Cordery and our Nepos together, and
made such progress as our natures and our application permitted. Mine,
to be honest, was little enough, for I hated my grammar cordially.
Lancelot was not like me in this, any more than in bodily favour; he
was keen of wit and quick of memory; he was quick in learning, yet as
modest as he was clever, for he never sought in any way to lord it over
me because I, poor dunce, was not of such nimble parts as himself.
It was the hardest task in the world for me to keep my eyes and my
fancy upon the pages of my book. My eyes were always straying from the
print, first to the painted parrots on the walls, and then, by natural
succession, to the window. Once there, my fancy would put on free
wings, and my thoughts would stray joyously off among the salt marshes,
where the pools shone in the sunlight and a sweet air blew. Or I would
stand upon the downs and look along the curve of cliffs, and note the
ships sailing round the promontory, and the flashes of the sea beyond,
and feel in fancy the breeze blowing through my hair, and puffing away
all the nonsense I had been poring over in the room.
At such times I would quite forget myself, and sit staring into
vacancy, till Mr. Davies, lifting his nose from his volume, would note
my absence and call on me by name, and thump his desk, and startle me
with some question on the matter we were supposed to have in hand. A
mighty matter, truly, the name of some emperor or the date of some
campaignmatter infinitely less real than the name of the ship that
was leaving the harbour or the sunlight on the incoming sail. And I
would answer at random and amiss, and earn reproof. Yet there were
things which I knew well enough, too, and could have given him shrewd
and precise answers concerning them.
Lancelot Amber was never much my companion away from Mr. Davies's
room. His father, whose name he perpetuated, had been a simple, gentle
gentleman and scholar who had married, as one of his kin counted it,
beneath him, because he had married the woman he loved. The woman he
loved was indeed of humble birth, but she made him a fair wife and a
good, and she bore him two children, boy Lancelot and girl Marjorie,
and died for the life of the lass. Her death, so I learned, was the
doom of Lancelot Amber the elder, and there were two babes left in the
wood of the world, with, like the children in the ballad, such claims
upon two uncles as blood might urge and pity supplement. These two
uncles, as Lancelot imagined them to me, were men of vastly different
stuff and spirit, as you may sometimes find such flaming contrasts in
families. The elder, Marmaduke Amber, used the sea, and was, it seems,
as fine a florid piece of sea flesh as an island's king could wish to
welcome. His brother, Nathaniel, had been a city merchant, piling up
moneys in the Levant trade, and now lived in a fine house out in the
swelling country beyond Sendennis, with a fine sea-view. Him I had seen
once or twice; a lean monkey creature with a wrinkled walnut of a face
and bright, unkind eyes. He was all for leaving the boy of three and
the girl of two to the small mercies of some charity school, but the
mariner brother gathered the two forlornlings to his great heart, and
with him they had lived and thriven ever since. Now it seems Captain
Marmaduke was on a voyage to the Bermudas and taking the maid with him,
while the boy, to better his schooling and strengthen his body with sea
air, was sent to Sendennis to stay with his other uncle, Nathaniel
Amber, now, to all appearance, reconciled to the existence of his young
relative. This uncle, as I gathered, did not at first approve overmuch
of Lancelot taking lessons in common with a single mercer's son, but
Mr. Davies, I believe, spoke so well of me that the arrangement was
allowed to hold.
But after lesson hours were done Lancelot had always to go back to
his uncle's, and though I walked part of the way, or all the way, with
him most days of the week, I was never bidden inside those doors.
Lancelot told me that he had more than once besought leave to bring me
in, but that the old gentleman was obdurate. So, save in those hours of
study in the parrot-papered room, I saw but little of Lancelot.
I never expected to be asked inside the doors of the great house
where Lancelot's days were passed, and I did not feel any injustice in
the matter. I was only a mercer's son, while Lancelot derived of
gentlefolk, and it never entered into my mind to question the existing
order of things, or to wish to force my way into places where I was not
wanted. Excellent gentlemen on the other side of the Atlantic have made
very different opinions popular from the opinions that prevailed with
me in my youth. Indeed, I myself have now been long used to associate
with the great folk of the earth, and have found them in all essential
matters very much like other men. I have had the honour of including
more than one king amongst my acquaintances, and have liked some and
not liked others, just as if they were plain Tom or Harry. But in the
days of my youth I should have as soon expected to be welcomed at St.
James's as to be welcomed in the great house where Lancelot's uncle
CHAPTER III. THE ALEHOUSE BY THE
Three years after I went to learn under Mr. Davies, of Cliff Street,
my father died.
I remember with a kind of terror still, through all these years,
when death of every kind has been so familiar to me, how the news of
that death came upon me. I had no realisation of what death meant till
then. I had heard of people dying, of course; had watched the black
processions creeping, plumed and solemn, along the streets to the
churchyard; had noted how in any circle of friends now one and now
another falls away and returns to earth. I knew that all must die, that
I must die myself, as I knew a lesson got by heart which has little
meaning to the unawakened ear. But now it came on me with such a
stabbing knowledge that for a little while I was almost crazy with the
grief and the fear.
But the sorrow, like all sorrows, lessened with time. There was my
mother to cheer; there was my schooling to keep; there was the shop to
My father had thriven well enough to lay by a small store, but my
mother kept the shop on, partly for the sake of my father, whose pride
it was, partly because it gave her something to occupy her widowed
life, and partly because, as Mr. Davies pointed out to her, there would
be a business all ready for me when I was old enough to step into it.
In the meantime my life was simple enough. When I was not taking my
schooling with Lancelot I was tending the shop with mother; and when I
was doing neither of these things I was free to wander about the town
much as I pleased.
Our town was of a tidy size, running well back from the sea up a
gentle and uneven acclivity, which made all the streets that stemmed
from the border slightly steep, and some of them exceedingly so. Upon
the coast line, naturally enough, lay the busiest part of the hive; a
comely stretch of ample docks and decent wharves along the frontage of
the town, and, straggling out along the horns of the harbour, a maze of
poorer streets, fringed at the waterside with boozing-kens, low inns,
sailors' lodging-houses, and crimperies of all kinds. There were
ticklish places for decent folk to be found in lying to right and left
of the solemn old townaye, and within ten minutes' walk of the solemn
old market-square, where the effigy of Sir William Wallet, the goodly
and godly Mayor of many years back, smiled upon the stalls of the
hucksters and the fine front of the town-hall. If you strayed but a
little way from the core of the town you came into narrow, kinkled
streets, where nets were stretched across from window to window drying;
and if you persevered you came, by cobbly declivities, to the bay
shore, and to all the odd places that lay along it, and all the odd
people that dwelt therein.
Of course, with the inevitable perversity of boyhood, it was this
degenerate quarter of the town which delighted me. I cared nothing, I
am sorry to say, for the fine-fronted town-hall, nor for the solemn
effigy of Sir William Wallet. I had not the least desire ever to be a
functionary of importance in the building, ever to earn the smug
immortality of such a statue. I am sorry to say the places I cared for
were those same low-lived, straggling, squalid, dangerous regions which
hung at one end of respectable little Sendennis like dirty lace upon a
demure petticoat. In the early days of my acquaintance with those
regions I must confess that I entered them with a certain degree of
fear and trembling; but after a while that feeling soon wore off, when
I found that no one wanted to do me any harm. Indeed, the dwellers in
those parts were generally too much occupied in drinking themselves
drunk and sleeping themselves sober to note an unremarkable lad like
me. As for their holiday time, they passed it so largely in quarrelling
savagely, and occasionally murderously, amongst themselves that they
had scant leisure to pay any heed to me. For the rest, these Sendennis
slums were not conspicuously evil. You will find just the same places
in any seaport town, great or little, in the kingdom. But there was one
spot in Sendennis which I do not think that it would be easy to match
in any other town, although, perhaps to say this may be but a flash of
provincial pride on my part.
A good way from the town, and yet before the river fairly widens
into an estuary, there stood a certain hostel, or inn, which it was my
joy and my sorrow to haunt. It stood by the water's edge in a kind of
little garden of its own; a dreary place, where a few sickly plants
tried to hold their own against neglect and the splashings of rinsed
glasses. There was a wooden terrace at the back of this placethe back
overlooked the river, while the front was on the by-roadand here the
habitual revellers, the haunters, whose scored crosses lent the
creaking shutters an unnatural whiteness over their weather-beaten
surface, dark with age and dirt, loved to linger of a summer evening,
and ply the noggin and fill the pipe.
There was an old fiddler, a kind of Orpheus of the slums, who would
sometimes creep in there and take his post in a corner and begin to
play, happy if the mad lads threw him halfpence, or thrust a
half-drained tankard under his tearful old nose: happy, too, if they
did notas they often didtoss the cannikin at him out of mere
lightness of heart and drunkenness of wit. He used to play the
quaintest old tunes, odd border-side ballad airs, that seemed to go
apace with blithe country weddings and decent pastoral merry-makings of
all kinds, and to be strangely out of suits with that brotherhood of
rakehells, smugglers, and desperadoes who gambled and drank, and swore
and quarrelled, while the poor old fellow worked his catgut.
Lord, Lord, how the memory of it all comes back upon me while I
write! I have but to close my eyes, and my fancy brings me back to that
alehouse by the river, to a summer's eve with its golden shafts falling
on the dingy woodwork and lending it a pathetic glory, upon the shining
space of dwindled water in the middle of its banks of glistening mud,
and there in the corner the pinched old rogue in his ragged bodygear
scraping away at 'Barbara Allen,' or 'When first I saw thy face,' or
'The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington,' while the leering rascals in the
pilot coats and the flap-eared caps huddled together over their filthy
tables, and swigged their strong drink and thumbed their greasy cards
and swore horribly in all the lingoes of Babel.
One such summer evening surges up before me with a crimson smear
across its sunlight. There was a Low Country fellow there, waist deep
in schnapps, and a Finlander sucking strong beer like a hog. Meinheer
and the Finn came to words and blows, and I, who was sitting astride of
the railing staring, heard a shrill scream from the old man and a
rattle as he dropped his fiddle, and then a flash and a red rain of
blood on the table as my Finn fell with a knife in him, the Hollander's
knife, smartly pegged in between the left breast and the shoulder. I
declare that, even in my excitement at that first sight of blood drawn
in feud, my boyish thought was half divided between the drunken quarrel
and the poor old fiddler, all hunched together on the ground and
sobbing dry-eyed in a kind of ecstasy of fear and horror. I heard
afterwards that he had a son knifed to his death in a seaman's brawl,
and never got over it. As for the Finn, they took him home and kept it
dark, and he recovered, and may be living yet for all I know to the
contrary, and a perfect pattern to the folk in Finland.
That inn had a name, stranger I have never heard; and a sign,
stranger I have never seen; though I have wandered far and seen more
than old Ulysses in the school-book ever dreamt of. It was called the
Skull and Spectacles; and if its name was at once horrible and
laughable, its sign was more devilish still. For instead of any painted
board, swinging pleasantly on fair days and creaking lustily on foul,
there stood out over the inn door a kind of bracket, and on that
bracket stood a human skull, so parched and darkened by wind and
weather that it looked more fearful than even a caput mortuum
has a right to look.
On the nose of this grisly reminder of our mortality some wagor so
I suppose, but perhaps he was a cynichad stuck a great pair of
glassless barnacles or goggles. It was a loathly conceit, and yet it
added vastly to the favour of the inn in the minds of those wildings
that haunted it. Must I add that it did so in mine too, who should have
known better? If it had not been for the fascination of that sign,
perhaps I might have kept better company, and never done what I did do,
and never written this history.
When first I happened upon the Skull and Spectacles it attracted me
at once. Its situation, in the middle of that wilderness of mouldering
wharves, decaying gardens, and tumble-down cottages, was in itself an
invitation to the eye. Then the devilish mockery of its sign was an
allurement. It looked like some fantastical tavern in a dream, and not
a thing of real timber.
The oddness of the place tickled my adventurous palate, the
loathsomeness of the sign gripped me hardly by the heart and made my
blood run icily for an instant. Who does not recall to mind moments and
places when he seems to have stepped out of the real living world into
some grey, uncanny land of dreams, where the very air is thick and
haunted with some quality of unknown fear and unknown oppression? So it
seemed to me when I first saw the Skull and Spectacles with its
death's-head smirking welcome and the river mud oozing about its
timbers. But the place piqued me while it frightened me, and I pulled
my courage together like a coat, buttoned it metaphorically about me,
Like many another enterprise upon which we enter with a beating
heart, the preface was infinitely more alarming than the succeeding
matter. There was no one in the bar-parlour when I entered save a
sailor, who was sleeping a drunken, stertorous sleep in a corner. From
the private parlour beyond, when I entered, a man came out, a burly
seafaring man, who asked me shortly, but not uncivilly, what I wanted.
I called for a jug of ale. He brought it to me without a word, together
with a hunch of bread, set them before me, and left me alone again,
going into his snuggery at the back, and drawing the door after him
I sat there for some little time, sipping my ale and munching my
breadand indeed the ale was excellent; I have never tasted
betterand looking at the grimy wall, greasy with the rubbings of many
heads and shoulders, scrawled all over with sums, whose addition seemed
to have mightily perplexed the taproom arithmeticians, and defiled with
inscriptions of a foul, loose-witted, waterside lubricity that made me
blush and feel qualmish. But I found a furtive enjoyment in the odd
place, and the snoring sailor, and the low plashing of the estuary
against the decaying timbers, and the silence of solitude all around.
Presently the door was pushed open; but before anyone could come in
I was made to jump from my seat in a kind of terror, for a voice sang
out sharply just above my head and startled me prodigiously.
'Kiss mekiss mekiss mekiss me!' the strange voice screamed
out. 'Kiss me on the lips and eyes and throat! kiss me on the breast!
kiss mekiss mekiss me!'
I turned up my eyes and noted above my head what I had not seen
beforea cage swinging from the rafters, and in it a small green
parrot, with fiery eyes that glowed like blazing rubies.
It went rattling on at an amazing rate, adjuring its hearers to kiss
it on all parts of the body with a verbal frankness that was appalling,
and with a distinctness which even pricked the misty senses of the
slumberer, who peevishly turned in his sleep and stuttered out a curse
at me to keep still.
As the human voice called me back from my contemplation of that
infernal old bird my lowered eyes looked on the doorway. The door was
wide open, and a girl stood framed in the gap, gazing at me. Lord, how
the blood rushed into my face with wonder and delight, for I thought
then that I had never seen anything before so beautiful! Indeed, I
think now that of that kind of beauty she was as perfect as a woman
could wish to be, or a man could wish to have her. She smiled a little
into my crimson, spell-bound face, wished me good-morning pleasantly,
gave a kind of little whistle of recognition to the bird, who never
left off screaming and yelling his vociferous desire for kisses, and
then, swinging the door behind her, crossed the floor, and, passing
into the parlour, disappeared from my gaze.
Immediately the parrot's clamour came to a dead pause. The
semi-wakened sailor dropped into his sodden snooze again, and all was
quiet. I waited for some little time with my eyes on the parlour door,
but it did not open again; and as no one came in from outside, and I
needed no more either of drink or victual, I felt that I must needs be
trudging. So I drained my can to the black eyes of my beauty, clucked
at the parrot, who merely swung one crimson eye round as if he were
taking aim and glared ferociously, signed a farewell to the parlour
door, and passed out into the world again. The Skull and Spectacles had
gained a devoted customer.
Ah, me! I went there a world of times after that. I am afraid my
poor mother thought me a sad rogue, for I would slip away from the shop
for a whole afternoon together, on the plea of needing a walk; but my
walk always led me to that terrible inn. I soon became a familiar
figure to its ill-favoured master and his beautiful niece. The landlord
of the Skull and Spectacles had been a seaman in his youth, and told
tales of the sea to guests who paid their score. He had a cadet brother
who was a seaman still, and who drifted out of longshore knowledge for
great gaps of time, and came back again liker to mahogany than he had
been before, a thought more abundant in blasphemy, and a great deal
richer in gold pieces with the heads of every king in Christendom
stamped upon them.
It was this wanderer's daughter who made the place my paradise. She
was a tall, largely made girl, of a dark favour, with eyes of black
fire, and with a warm, Spanish kind of skin, olive-toned with rich reds
under, and the whitest, wonderfullest teeth, and a bush of black hair
that was a marvel. She would let it down often enough, and it hung
about her body till it reached the back of her knees. Lord knows who
her mother was. I never knew, and she said she never knew. Her father
brought her home much as he had brought the parrot home, but I could
never think other than that she was the child of some Spanish woman he
had wooed, and, it is to be hoped, wedded, though I doubt if he were of
that temper, on his travels in the South Americas.
A very curious thing it was to watch that girl go in and out among
the scoundrelly patrons of the Skull and Spectacles, listening to their
devil's chatter in all the lingoes of earth, and yet in a kind of
fashion keeping them at a distance. She would bandy jokes with them of
the coarsest kind, and yet there was not a man of all the following who
would dare to lay a rude hand on her or even to force a kiss from her
against her will. Every man who clinked his can at that hostelry knew
well enough that her father, when he was ashore, or her uncle, when the
other was afloat, would think nothing of knifing any man who insulted
I need hardly say that my association with the Skull and Spectacles
greatly increased in me my longing for the adventurous life. The men
who frequented the inn had one and all the most marvellous tales to
tell. Their tales were not always commendable; they were tales of
pirates, of buccaneers, of fortunes made in evil wise and spent in evil
fashion. But it was not so much the particulars as the generalities of
their talk that delighted me. I loved to hear of islands where the
cocoa trees grew, and where parrots of every hue under heaven squealed
and screamed in the tropic heat; where girls as graceful as goddesses
and as yellow as guineas wore robes of flaming feathers and sang
lullabies in soft, impossible tongues; lands of coral and ivory and all
the glories of the earth, where life was full of golden possibilities
and a world away from the drab respectability of a mercer's life in
I grew hungrier and thirstier for travel day after day. I had heard
of seamen in a shipwrecked craft suffering agonies of thirst and being
taunted by the fields of water all about them, to drink of which was
madness and death. I felt somewhat as if I were in like case, for there
I lived always in the neighbourhood, always in the companionship of the
sea and of seafaring folk, and yet I was doomed to dwell at home and
dance attendance upon the tinkling of the shop bell. But my word was my
word all the same, and my love for my mother, I am glad to think, was
greater after all than my longing to see far lands.
CHAPTER IV. A MAID CALLED BARBARA
I suppose the Skull and Spectacles was not quite the best place in
the world for a lad of my age, and perhaps for some lads it might have
been fruitful of evil. But I found then, and have found all through my
life, an infinite deal of entertainment in studying the ways and
humours of all kinds of fellowships, without of necessity accommodating
myself to the morals or the manners of the company. I have been very
happy with gipsies on a common, though I never poisoned a pig or coped
a nag. I have mixed much with sailors of all kinds, than whom no better
fellowsthe best of them, and that is the greater partexist on
earth, and no worse the worse; and yet I think I have not been stained
with all the soils of the sea. I have been with pirates, and thieves,
and soldiers of fortune, and gentlemen of blood, and highway robbers;
and once I supped with a hangmanoff boiled rabbit and tripe, an
excellent alliance in a dishand all this without being myself either
pirate, highwayman, or yet hangman. It is not always a man's company,
but mostly a man's mind, that makes him what he is or is not. If a man
is going to be a pitiful fellow and sorry knave, I am afraid you will
not save him by the companionship of a synod of bishops; nor will you
spoil a fine fellow if he occasionally rubs shoulders with rogues and
The girl at the Skull and Spectacles was kind to me, partly,
perhaps, because I differed somewhat from the ordinary ruck of
customers of the Skull and Spectacles. Had it been known that that
crazy, villainous old alehouse contained such a pearl, I make no doubt
that the favour of the place would have gone up, and its customers
improved in outward seeming, if not in inward merits or morals. The
gallants of the townfor we had our gallants even in that tranquil
seaportwould have been assailed by a thirst that naught save Nantz
and schnapps and strong ale of the Skull and Spectacles could assuage,
and the gentlemen of the Chisholm Hunt would have discovered that the
only way after a run with the harriers was through the vilest part of
the town and among the oozy timbers of the wharves which formed the
kingdom of the Skull and Spectacles.
[Illustration: SHE HAD ALWAYS A PLEASANT SMILE FOR ME WHEN I
But few of the townspeople knew of the Skull and Spectacles. It
never thought to stretch its custom into the higher walks of life. It
throve on its own clients, its high-booted, thick-bearded,
shaggy-coated seamen, whose dealings with the sea were more in the way
of smuggling, buccaneering, scuttling, and marooning than in honest
merchandise or the service of the King. These sea-wolves liked the
place famously, and would have grievously resented the intrusion of the
laced waistcoats of the provincial dandies or the scarlet jackets of
the Chisholm Hunt. So the Skull and Spectacles went its own way, and a
very queer way, too, unheeded and unheeding.
How the girl and I got to be so friendly I scarcely know. It is like
enough that I thought we were more friendly than we really were, and
that the girl took my boyish homage with more indifference than I
guessed for. She had always a pleasant smile for me when I came, and
she was always ready to pass a pleasant word or two with me, even on
the days when the business in the place was at its heaviest, and when
the room was choking fit to burst with the shag-haired sea-fellows.
But there were times, too, better times for me, or worse, it may be,
when the Skull and Spectacles was almost deserted; when all its wonted
customers were away smuggling, or buccaneering, or cutting throats, or
crimping, or following whatever was their special occupation in life.
In such lonely times the girl was willing enough to spend half an
hour or more in speech with me. Of course, I fell in love with her,
like the donkey that I was, and worshipped the rotting boards of the
Skull and Spectacles because she was pleased to walk upon them. Her
speech was all of strange lands, and it fed my frenzy as dry wood feeds
a fire. Her people were all sea-people, her talk was all sea-talk, her
words were all sea-words. It was a strange rapture to me to sit and
listen while she spoke of the things that were dearest to my heart and
to watch her while she spoke. Then I used to feel a wild, foolish
longing, which I had never the courage to carry out, to tell her how
beautiful she wasas if she needed to be told that by me!and how
madly I loved her. All of which I very profoundly thought and believed,
but all of whichfor I was a shy lad with women-kindI kept very
devoutly to myself.
I wonder if the girl had any idea of my devotion. I thought she had;
I felt sure that my love must be as patent to her as it was to myself,
and that she must needs prize it a little. I believe, indeed, that I
never talked to her very much during those happy times when she would
come out on to the creaking terrace and speak to me of the things which
she never seemed to weary ofthe sea, and ships, and seamen. As for
me, who would not have wearied of any theme that gave her pleasure, had
it even been books and lessons, I was overjoyed that my sea longings
could help me on with her.
Then her black eyes would follow the river's course to where the
estuary widened to the sea, and search the horizon and point out to me
the sails that starred it here and there, and sometimes say with a
laugh: 'Perhaps one of those is my ship.'
But when I asked her what was her ship she would smile and shake her
head and say nothing; and once, when I asked her if it was her father's
ship, she laughed loudly and said yes, it was her father's ship she
So late spring slipped into early summer; and, as the year grew
kinder, so every day my boy's heart grew hotter with its first foolish
passion. Somewhere about the middle of June, as I knew, her birthday
was; and in view of that saint's day of my calendar I had hoarded my
poor pocket money to buy her a little toy from the jeweller in the Main
Street, whose show seemed to me more opulent than the treasures of
The day found me all of a tremble. I had sat up half the night
looking at my token and kissing it a thousand times. It was a little
locket that was fashioned like a heart, and on the one side her name
was engraved, and on the other mine, for I thought by this to show what
I dared not say.
It was early when I stole from our shop, little less than ten, and I
calculated that I would look in at Mr. Davies's on my way back and make
some excuse for my truancy, and so be back in time for noonday dinner;
and I knew if I were a little late my mother would forgive me. Lord,
how I ran along the quays! I seemed to fly, and yet the road seemed
endless. As I ran I noted that some new ships had entered the night
before, and men on the wharves were busy unloading, and sailors were
lounging round with that foreign air which Jack always has after a
When I got to the Skull and Spectacles the landlord was standing
before his door smoking. As he saw me he nodded, and when I asked for
Barbara, saying I had a message for her, he told me she was upstairs,
and added something which I did not stay to hear.
I bounded up the crazy stairs with a beating heart. I was all on
fire with excitement at the thought of offering her a gift; my blood
seemed to be turned to quicksilver, and to race through its channels
with a feverish swiftness.
There was a gallery at the head of the stairs, a gallery on to which
looked the doors of the guest-rooms of the innrooms where bearded men
from over sea sometimes passed a night when they were uncertain where
to journey next, or when they were too much pleased with the liquor of
the Skull and Spectacles to leave it before morning.
As I swung round the stairs into the gallery I thought for a moment
that it was empty, as it lay before me dark and uninviting. Then from
the far end came the sound of voices, laughter, and laughing
expostulationthis last in a woman's voice that I knew too well. While
I stood staring, not understanding, and bewildered by a sudden and
wholly meaningless alarm, one of the doors at the end of the gallery
that was just ajar swung open, and Barbara slipped from it, laughing,
breathless, with tumbled hair and crimson cheeks. A man sprang after
her and caught her, unreluctant, in his arms.
I see the scene now as vividly as I saw it then with my despairing
boyish eyes. The great strong man had his arms close about her; her
dark hair was all about her face and over her shoulders as she flung
her head back to meet the great red mouth that was seeking hers. I have
seen since pictures of satyrs embracing nymphs, and whenever I see them
I cannot stay a shudder running through me as I think of that dim,
creaking gallery and the dishevelled girl and the strong man and the
tearful, trembling lad who beheld their passion.
I suppose a painter would have admired the group they made; she with
her body eagerly flung forward and her beautiful face all on fire with
warm animal emotion; he, big and amber-bearded, his great mouth crushed
against hers as if he wanted to absorb her life, and his arms about her
pliant body, at once yielding and resisting in its reckless disarray.
But I was not a painteronly a longshore mooncalfand my eyes swam
and my tongue swelled till I thought it would stick between my teeth as
those of poor rogues do on the gallows, and I was chickenish enough to
wish to blubber. And while I stood there, stockish and stupid, the pair
became aware of me. I do not think I made any noise, but their eyes
dropped from each other and turned on me, and the man scowled a little,
without loosening his hold, but the woman, no whit troubled, flung one
arm away from her lover's neck and held out her hand to me, with a
laugh, and greeted me merrily.
'Why, it's little Raphael!' she said, laughing the words into the
yellow beard of the sea-thief who clipped her, and again she nodded at
me, in no ways discomposed by the strangeness of her position. But I,
poor fool, could not bear it, and I turned and ran down the stairs as
if the Devil himself were after me.
CHAPTER V. LANCELOT LEAVES
There was a place upon the downs to which it was often my special
delight to betake mea kind of hollow dip between two humps of hills,
where a lad might lie warm in the windiest weather and look straight
out upon the sea, shining with calm or shaggy with storm, and feel
quite as if he were alone in the world. To this place I now sped half
unconsciously, my face, I make no doubt, scarlet with passion and
shame, and my eyes well-nigh blinded with sudden up-springing of tears.
How I got to my hollow I do not know, but I ran and ran and ran, with
my blood tingling, heedless of all the world, until at last I found
myself tumbling down over its ridged wall or rampart of hummocks and
dropping, with a choking moan, flat on my face in an agony of despair.
There I lay in the long grasses, sobbing as if my heart would break.
Indeed, I thought that it was breaking; that life was over for me; that
sunrise and sunset and the glory of the stars had no further part to
play for me; and that all that was left for me was to die, and be put
into a corner somewhere and speedily forgotten.
Troops of bitter thoughts came surging up over my brain. My mood of
mind and state of body were alike incomprehensible and terrible to me.
It was a very real agony, that fierce awakening to the realities of
life, to love and passion, and blinding jealousy and despair, and all
the rest of the torments that walk in the train of a boy's first love.
I wallowed there a long time, making a great mark in the soft grasses,
as if I sought to measure myself for an untimely grave. The strong
afternoon sun drove on his way westward, and still I lay there,
writhing and whimpering, and wondering, perhaps, a little inwardly that
the sky did not fall in and crush me and the wicked world altogether.
A boy's mind is a turbulent place enough, and stuffed pretty often
with a legion of wicked thoughts, which take possession of his fancy
long before evil words and evil deeds have struck up their alliance.
Yet even the most foul-mouthed boy thinks, I believe, nobly, or with a
kind of nobility, of his first love, and a clean-hearted lad offers her
a kind of bewildering worship. I was a clean-hearted lad, and I had
worshipped Barbara; and now my worship was over and done with, and I
made sure that my heart was broken.
I do not know how long I lay there, with whirling brain and bursting
heart, but presently I felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder. I had
heard no one coming, and under ordinary conditions I might have been a
thought startled by the unexpected companionship; but just now I was
too wretched for any other emotion, and I merely lay passive and
The hand declined with a firmer pressure and gently shook my
shoulder, and then a voiceLancelot Amber's voicecalled softly to me
asking me what I was doing there and what ailed me. I always loved
Lancelot's voice: it seemed to vary as swiftly as wind over water with
every thought, and to run along all the chords of speech with the
perfection of music in a dream. Whenever I read that saying of St.
Paul's about the tongue of men and of angels I am reminded of
Lancelot's voice, and I feel convinced that of such is the language of
the courts of heaven, and that if St. Paul had talked like Lancelot he
would have won the most sceptical. The sound of his voice soothed me
then, as far as it was possible for anything to soothe me, and I
shifted slightly to one side and looked up at him furtively and
crossly, my poor face all blubbered with tears and smeared with mire
where I had lain grovelling.
Bit by bit I told him my story. I was in the temper for a
confession, and ready to tell my tale to anyone with wit enough to coax
it from me. Perhaps it did not seem so much of a tale in the telling,
though to my mind it was then as terrible as the end of the world
itself and the unloosening of the great deep.
So I hunched myself up on my left elbow, and, staring drearily at
Lancelot through my tears, I whimpered out my sorrows; and he listened
with a smileless face.
When I had done, and my quavering broke off with a sob, he was
silent for a while, looking straight before him beyond the meadow edges
into the yellowing sky. Then he turned and looked at me with a
brotherly pity that was soothing to my troubled senses, and he spoke to
me with a softness of voice that seemed in tune with the dying day and
my drooping spirits.
'After all,' he said, 'you have not lost much, Raphael. She is but a
light o' love, and you were built for a better mate.'
Truly, though I scarcely noted it at the time, it was gracious and
quick-witted of him to assume that I was of a lover's age with the
great lass of the Skull and Spectacles, and unconsciously it tickled my
torn vanity. But part of his speech angered me, and I took fire like
Swinging myself round on my elbow, I glanced savagely into
Lancelot's face of compassion.
'You lie!' I growled, 'you lie! She is a queen among women, and
there is no man in all the world worthy of her!'
Thenfor I saw him smile a littleI struck out at him. I am
thankful to think that I was too wild and weary to strike either true
or hard, and my foolish hand just grazed his cheek and touched his
shoulder as he stooped; and then, turning away again, I fell into a
fresh storm of sobbing. Lancelot remained by my side, gently
indifferent to my fury, gently tender with my sorrow. After a while he
turned me round reluctant, and looked very gravely into my tear-stained
face. We were but a brace of lads, each on the edge of life, and as I
look back on that page of my history I cannot help but shudder at the
contrast between us, I bellowing like a gaby at the ache of my first
calf-loveand yet indeed I was hurt, and hardlyand he so sweet and
restrained and sane, weighing the world so wisely in his young hands.
'I am very sorry for you, Raphael,' he said, and his voice was so
clear and strong that for the moment it comforted me as a cordial will
comfort a sick man, against my will. 'I am very sorry for you, and
because of my sorrow for you and because of my love for you I will give
you a gift that I would part with to no other in the world. Women are
not all alike, and therefore I will give you a talisman to help you to
think well of women.'
I suppose it would have diverted an elder to hear him, so slim and
simple, discoursing so sweetly and reasonably on a theme on which few
of us at the fag end of our days are ever able to utter one sensible
syllable, but Lancelot always seemed to me wise beyond his time, so I
listened, although dully enough and I fear sullenly. He slipped his
hand into his breast and drew forth a small object which he held shut
in his hand while he again discoursed to me.
'What I am going to give you, Raphael, is the little picture of a
lass who is in my eyes a thing of Heaven's best making. For loyalty,
honour, courage, truth, faith, she is an unmatchable maid. I have known
her all the days of my life and never found a flaw in her.'
Then he opened his hand and I saw that it held a picture, an oval
miniature in a fine gold frame. My mind was all on fire for the black
eyes of piratical Barbara and my blood was tingling to a gipsy tune,
but as I stared at the image in my comrade's palm my mind was arrested
and my fancy for the instant fixed. For it showed the face of a girl, a
child of Lancelot's age or a little under, and through my tears I could
perceive the sweetness of the countenance and its likeness to my friend
in the fair hair and the fine eyes.
'This is my sister, this is Marjorie,' Lancelot said slowly. 'She
has the truest soul, the noblest heart in all the world. I think it
will help you to have it and to look on it from time to time, as it
always helps me when I am away from her.'
As he spoke he pushed the picture gently into my unresisting fingers
and closed them over it. 'My sister Marjorie is a wonderful girl,' he
said, with a bright smile. He was silent for a little while as if
musing upon her and then his tender thoughts returned to me.
'Come away, Raphael,' he said. 'Let us be going home. The hour is
late, and your mother may be anxious; and you have her still, whatever
else you may have lost.'
The grace of his voice conquered me. I rose at the word, staggering
a little as I gained my feet, for passion and grief had torn me like
devils, and I was faint and bewildered. He slipped his arm into mine
and led me away, supporting me as carefully as if I were a woman whom
his solicitude was aiding. We exchanged no word together as we went
along the downs and through the fields. As we came to the town,
however, he paused by the last stile and spoke to me.
'Dear heart!' he said, 'but I am sorry for all thismore sorry than
I can say; for I am going away to-morrow.'
The words shook me from myself and my apathy. I gazed in wonder and
alarm into his face.
'I am going away,' he said, 'and that's how I chanced to find you.
For I waited in vain for you at Mr. Davies's, and sought you at your
home and found you missing; and then I thought of this old burrow of
yours, and here, as good luck would have it, I found you.'
I could only gasp out 'Going away?' in a great amazement.
'I must go away,' he said. 'My uncle that was at sea is in London,
with Marjorie, and has sent for me. He needs me, and I am so much
beholden to him that I should have to go, even if I were not bound to
him by blood and duty, and indeed I long to see my Marjorie.'
'How long will you be away?' I gasped.
'I do not know,' he answered; 'but it is only a little world after
all, and we shall meet again some time, and soon, be sure of that. If
not, why, then this parting was well made.'
This last was a quotation from one of his poets and play-makers, as
I found afterwards, for the words stuck in my memory, and I happened on
them later in a printed book. But indeed I did not think the parting
was well made at all, and I shook my head dismally, for I knew he only
said so to cheer me.
He laughed and tossed his brown locks. 'London is not the end of the
world,' he said. 'I hope to go further afield than that before I die.
But near or far, summer or winter, town or country, we are friends for
ever. No distance can divide, no time untie our friendship.'
Here he wrung me by the hand, and I, with this new sorrow on top of
the oldthat was new but two hours agocould only sob and say: 'O
Lancelot!' and tremble. I suppose I looked giddy, as if I were about to
faint, for he caught me in his strong arms and propped me up a minute.
'Come, come!' he said; 'take heart. To-day is not to-morrow yet. I
will go in with you to your mother's and spend an hour with you before
I say good-bye.'
Then he gently led me by the arm, and we went into the town and
along the evening streets till we came to the little shop, and there at
the door we found my mother, looking anxious.
Lancelot made my excuses, saying that he had kept me, and telling my
mother of his speedy departure. My mother, who loved Lancelot, was
almost as grieved as I. But he, in his bright way, cheered us; he came
in, and would take supper with us; and though it was a doleful meal, he
went on as if it were a merry one, talking and laughing, and telling us
tales of the great city and its wonders, and all he hoped to see and do
And so a sad hour went by, and then he rose and said he must go and
give a hand to the packing of his belongings, for he was leaving by the
early coach and would not have a moment in the morning. And then he
kissed my mother and kissed me, and went away and left us both crying.
There were tears in his own eyes as he stepped out into the summer
twilight, but he turned to look back at us, and waved his hat and
called out good-bye with a firm voice.
A sullen blackness settled down upon me after Lancelot's departure.
I was minded to rise early in the morning to see him off by the coach,
but I was so tired with crying and complaining that when I fell asleep
I slept like a log, and did not wake until the morning sun was high and
the coach had been long gone. Well, it was all the better, I told
myself savagely. He had gone out of my life for good, and I should see
no more of him. I had lost in the same hour my love and my friend. I
would make up my mind to be lonely and pay no heed. As for the picture
he gave me, what good to me was the face of that fair girl? Lancelot's
sister Marjorie was a gentlewoman, born and bred, as my lost Lancelot
was a gentleman. What could she or he really have to do with the
mercerman in the dull little Sussex town? Marjorie had a beautiful
face, if the limner did not lieand indeed he did notand I could
well believe that as lovely a soul as Lancelot lauded shone through
those candid eyes. But again, what was it to me and my yardwand? So I
hid the picture away in a little sweet-scented cedar-wood box that I
had, and resolved to forget Lancelot and Lancelot's sister, and
everything else in the world except my blighted youth and my blighted
I reasoned as a boy reasons who thinks that the world has come to an
end for him after his first check, and who has no knowledge as yet of
the medicine of time. My mother had but a vexatious life of it with me,
for I was silent and melancholy; and though I never, indeed, offended
her by uncivil word or deed, yet the sight of my dreary visage must
have been a sore trial to her, and the glum despondency with which I
accepted all her efforts to cheer me from my humours must have wrung
Poor dear! She thought, I believe, that it was only grief for
Lancelot which touched me so; and once, after some days of my
ill-temper, she asked me if I would like to run up to London and see my
friend. But I shook my head. I had made up my mind to have done with
everything; to stay on there to the end, morosely resigned to my lot.
To make myself more sure in isolation I even took the letter which
came from Lancelot but a few days after his departure, in which he told
me where his uncle's house was, and bade me write to him there, and
burnt it in the flame of a candle. As I tossed the charred paper out
into the street I thought to myself that now indeed I was alone and
free to be miserable in my own way. And I was miserable, and made my
poor mother miserable; and acted like the selfish dog I was, like the
selfish dog that every lad is under the venom of a first love-pang.
I went no more to the Skull and Spectacles; I saw my beautiful
tyrant no more. One day I drifted along in the familiar direction, came
to the point where I could see the evil-favoured inn standing alone in
the dreary waste, hesitated for a moment, and then, as the image of the
girl in the sailor's arms surged up before my mind, I turned and ran
back as hard as I could into the town.
But if I went that way no more, I drifted about in other ways
helplessly and foolishly enough.
I would spend hours upon hours mooning among the downs and on the
cliffs, and sometimes I would sit on some bulkhead by the quays and
look at the big ships, and wish myself on board one of them and sailing
into the sunset. Love for my mother kept me from going to the devil,
but my love for her was not strong enough to put a brave face upon my
trouble, and I was not man enough to do my best to make her life light
But no trouble of this kind does endure for ever, and by the end of
a year the poison had in a great degree spent itself, and with my
recovery from my love-ache there grew up in my mind a disdain of my
behaviour. As I saw my mother's visage peaked with pity I grew to be
heartily ashamed of myself, and to resolve honestly and earnestly to
make amends. I disliked tending shop more bitterly than ever. But there
was the shop, and it was dear to my mother's heart; and so I buckled
to, if not with a will, at least with the semblance of a will, and did
my best to become as good a mercer as another.
Two things, however, I would not do. I would not enter into
correspondence with Lancelot, and I would not go any more to Master
Davies's house. Lancelot wrote again and yet again to me. But I served
the second letter as I had served the first, and the third as I had
served the second. I did, indeed, scrawl some few lines of reply to
this last letter, bidding him somewhat bluntly to leave me in peace;
that my bed had been made for me, and that I must needs lie upon it,
and that I did not wish to be vexed in my slumber. It was a rude and
foolish letter, I make no doubt; but I wrote it with a decent purpose
enough, for I was desperately afraid that I could not hold to my
resolutions and to my way of life if I kept in communication with
Lancelot, and was haunted by the thoughts of his more fortunate stars.
Lancelot wrote back to me with his invariable sweetness and gentleness,
saying that he hoped time would make me amends; and after that I heard
no more from him, and he seemed to have passed out of my life for good
As for Mr. Davies, he too seemed to belong to the old life from
which I had cut myself adrift, and so I went to his shop no more; and
as he was a home-keeping bookworm, he but seldom stirred abroad. And
thus, though we dwelt in the same town, I may fairly say that I never
saw him from month's end to month's end.
The days slip by swiftly in an unnoticeable kind of way in a town
like Sendennis. It was but a sluggish place, for all its sea-bustle, in
the days that now lie far behind me. Our shop lay in the quietest part
of the town, and we took no note of time. Ours was a grey, lonely life.
We had friends, of course, whose names and ways I have long since
forgotten, but we saw little of them, partly because my mother learnt
after a while that I hated all company, and would take no part in any
of the junketings of our neighbours.
I might have made an apt mercer in time, but I do not know, and I do
not love to linger over the two years I spent in the trial. For though
I did my duty fairly well, both by my mother and by the shop, and
though my love-ache had dulled almost to nothing, my passion to go
abroad was as hot as ever, and I thought it a shame that my twenty
years had no better business, and my life no other aim, than to wear
out its strength behind a counter. Let those two years go by.
One evening I was sitting with my mother in the little parlour
behind the shop, she knitting, I think, or sewingI am not sure
whichand I with my legs thrust out before me and my hands in my
pockets, outwardly idling and inwardly cursing at my destiny. Every now
and then my mother glanced at me over the edge of her work and sighed;
but it may have been, and I hope it was, because she found her task a
Suddenly the bell at the front door tinkled. In my younger days I
used to fancy that every ring of that same cracked bell brought some
message from the outer world for me. Well, here was the message at
last, though I never dreamt of it, but just sat stupidly, with my
fingers touching my pocket seams.
CHAPTER VI. THE GENTLEMAN IN BLUE
My mother glanced up from her work at me. I knew that her look asked
me if I had heard the bell, and if I would not go to the door in
answer; and, though I felt lazy, I was not base enough to ignore that
appeal. So I lurched up from my chair and swung through the little shop
and flung the door wide open, a thought angrily, for I had been deep in
my brown study and was stupidly irritated at being jarred from it.
I half expected, so far as I expected anything, to see some familiar
neighbour, with the familiar demand for a twist of tape or a case of
needles, so that I confess to being not a little surprised and even
startled by what my eyes did rest upon. The doorway framed a wholesome
picture of a middle-aged comely gentleman.
I see the stranger now in my mind's eye as I saw him then with my
bodily visiona stoutly made, well set-up man of a trifle above the
middle height, in a full-skirted blue coat; a gold-laced hat upon his
powder, and a gold-headed cane in his hand. The florid face was
friendly, and shrewd too, lined all over its freshness with little
lines of experience and wisdom and knowledge of the world, and two
honest blue eyes shone straight at me from beneath bold black eyebrows.
It was certainly a most unfamiliar figure in the framework of our
shop door, and I stood and stared at it, somewhat unmannerly, for a
space of several seconds. After a while, finding that I still barred
his way and said nothing, the stranger smiled very good-humouredly; and
as he smiled I saw that his teeth were large and white and sound.
'Well, young sir,' he said pleasantly, 'are you Master Raphael
I told him that was my name.
'Then I should like to exchange a word or two with you,' he said;
'can we be private within?'
I answered him that there was no one inside but my mother, and I
begged him to step into the little parlour.
The stout gentleman nodded. 'Your mother?' he said. 'Very good; I
shall be delighted to have the honour of making madam's acquaintance:
bring me to her.'
I led the way across the shop and up the two low steps into the
little parlour, where my mother, who had heard every word of this
dialogue, had laid aside her sewing, and now rose as the stranger
approached and dropped him a curtsey.
'Be seated, madam, I beg,' said the stranger. 'I have a word or two
to say to your son hereby, but first'here he paused and addressed
himself to me'prithee, lad, step to the door a moment and wait till I
call for you. Your mother and I have our gossip to get over.'
There was something so commanding in the kindliness of the
stranger's manner and voice that I made no hesitation about obeying
him; so I promptly rose and made for the shop, drawing close the door
of the parlour behind me.
I stood awhile at the outer door, looking listlessly into the
street, and wondering what the blue gentleman could have to say to my
mother and to me. Even now I can recall the whole scene distinctly, the
windy High Street, with its gleams of broken sunlight on the drying
cobblesfor it had rained a little about noon, and the black clouds
were only now sailing away towards the west and leaving blue and white
sky behind them. I can see again the signs and names of the shops
opposite, can even recall noting a girl leaning out of a window and a
birdcage in an attic.
When the door of the parlour behind me opened for the blue-coated
gentleman I noted that my mother stood with a pale face and her hands
folded. He beckoned me to him and clapped his hand on my shoulder, and
though he laid it there gentle enough, I felt that it could be as heavy
as the paw of a bear.
'My lad,' he said, gazing steadily into my face with his china-blue
eyes, 'your good mother and I have been talking over some plans of
mine, and I think I have induced her to see the advantage of my
proposals. Am I right or am I wrong in assuming you have stowed away in
your body a certain longing for the wide world?'
I suppose my eyes brightened before my lips moved, for he cut me
short with: 'There, that's all right; never waste a word when a wink
will do. Now, am I right or am I wrong in supposing that you have a
good friend whose name is Lancelot Amber?'
I was determined that I would speak this time, and I almost shouted
in my eagerness to say 'Yes.'
'That will be a good voice in a hurricane,' the blue gentleman said
approvingly. Then he began again, with the same formula, which I
suppose pleased his palate.
'Am I right or am I wrong in assuming that he has told you of a
certain old sea-dog of an uncle of his whose name is Marmaduke Amber?'
I nodded energetically, for after his comment I thought it best to
hold my tongue.
'Very good. Now, am I right or am I wrong in supposing that you feel
pretty sure at this moment that you are looking upon that same old
sea-dog, Marmaduke Amber?'
This time I smiled in good earnest at his fantastic fashion of
self-introduction, observing which the blue gentleman swayed me
backwards and forwards several times with his right hand, and I felt
that if I had been an oak of the forest he would have swayed me just as
easily, while he said with a kind of approbative chuckle: 'That's
righta very good lad; that's righta very smart lad.' Then he
suddenly lifted his hand, and I, unprepared for the removal of my prop,
staggered against the counter, while he put another question.
'And what do you think Marmaduke Amber wants with you?'
I shook my head, and said I could not guess.
'Why, to make a man of you, to be sure,' the gentleman answered.
'You are spoiling here in this hen-coop. Now, Lancelot loves you like a
brother, and I love Lancelot like a father, and I am quite prepared to
take you to my heart for Lancelot's sake, for he is scarce likely to be
deceived in you. You must know that I am going to embark upon a certain
enterpriseof which more hereafter. Now, the long and the short of it
is that Lancelot is coming with me, and he wants to know, and I want to
know, if you will come too?'
'If I would come too!'
My heart seemed to stand still for joy at the very thought. Why,
here was the chance I was longing for, dreaming of, day and night; here
was a great ship waiting to carry me on that wrinkled highway of my
boyish ambition; here was the change from the little life of a little
town into the great perils and brave existence of the sea; here was a
good-bye to love and sorrow, and the putting on of manhood and manly
Would I not come! My lips trembled with delight and my speech
faltered, and then I glanced at my mother. She was very pale and sad,
and at the sight my joy turned to sorrow. She saw the change on my
face, and she said, very quietly and resolutely: 'I have given my
consent, my dear son, to your going hence. Perhaps it is for the best.'
'Mother,' I said, turning towards her with a choking voice,
'indeedindeed it is for the best. I should only mope here and fret,
and come to no good, and give you no pride in me at all. I must go
away; it will not be for long; and when I come back I shall have
forgotten my follies and learnt wisdom.' Lord, how easy we think it in
our youth to learn wisdom! 'And you will be proud to see me, and love
me better than ever, for I shall deserve it better.'
Then my mother wrung her hands together and sighed, and tried to
speak, but she could not; and she turned away from us and moved further
back into the room. I made a step forward, but the stranger caught me
by the shoulder, and swinging me round, guided me to the door; and at
the door we stood in silence together for some seconds, staring out
into the street.
'Have patience, lad,' he whispered into my ear; 'it is a good
woman's weakness, and it will pass soon. She knows and I know that it
is best for you to go.'
I could say nothing, for my heart was too full with the joy of going
and with grief for my mother's grief. But I felt in my soul that I must
go, or else I should never come to any good in this world, which, after
all, would break my mother's heart more surely and sadly.
Presently we heard her voice, a little trembling, call on Mr. Amber
by his name, and we went slowly back together. Already, as I stood by
that stalwart gentleman and timed my step to his stride, I began to
feel as if I had known him all my life, and had loved him as we love
some dear kin.
I do not know how I can quite express what I then felt, and felt
ever after, in his companya kind of exultation, such as martial music
stirs in any manly bosom, or as we draw in from the breath of some
brave ballad. It would be impossible, surely, to feel aught but
courageous in such cheerful, valiant, self-reliant fellowship.
CHAPTER VII. CAPTAIN MARMADUKE'S PLAN
Seated in the back parlour, with his chair tilted slightly back,
Captain Marmaduke Amber set forth his scheme to usperhaps I should
say to me, for my mother had heard it all, or most of it, already, and
paid, I fancy, but little heed to its repetition. For all the attention
I paid, I gained, I fear me, but a very vague idea of Captain
Marmaduke's purpose. I was far too excited to think of anything clearly
beyond the fact that I was actually going a-travelling, and that the
jovial gentleman with the ruddy face and the china-blue eyes was my
good angel. Still, I gathered that Captain Amber would be a colonista
gentleman-adventurer; after a new fashion, and not for his own ends.
It was, indeed, a kind of Utopia which Captain Amber dreamt of
founding in a far corner of the world, beneath the Southern Cross. The
Captain had taken it into his gallant head that the old world was
growing too small and its ways too evil for its people, and that much
might be done in the way of the regeneration of human society under
softer surroundings and beneath purer skies. His hope, his belief, was
that if a colony of earnest human beings were to be founded,
established upon true principles of justice and of virtue, it might set
an example which would spread and spread until at last it should
regenerate the earth.
It was a noble scheme indeed, prompted by a kindly and honourable
nature, and I must say that it sounded very well as the periods swelled
from Captain Amber's lips. For Captain Amber was a scholar and a
gentleman as well as a man of action, and he spoke and wrote with a
certain florid grace that suited him well, and that impressed me at the
time very profoundly. It seemed to me that Captain Amber was not merely
one of the noblest of menwhich indeed he was, as I was to learn often
and often afterwardsbut also one of the wisest, and that his scheme
of colonisation was the scheme of a statesman and a philosopher.
How precisely the thing was to be done, and why Captain Marmaduke
seemed so confident of finding a new Garden of Eden or Earthly Paradise
at the other end of the world, I did not rightly comprehend then; nor,
indeed, have I striven much to comprehend since. But I gathered this
muchthat Captain Marmaduke had retired from the service to carry out
his fancy; that he had bought land of the Dutch in the Indies; that he
had plenty of money at his command; and that the enterprise was all at
his charges. One thing was quite certainCaptain Marmaduke had got a
ship, and a good one too, now riding at anchor in Sendennis harbour;
and in Sendennis Captain Marmaduke only meant to stay long enough to
get together a few more folk to complete his company and his colony. I
was to come along, not as a colonist, unless I chose, but as a kind of
companion to Lancelot, to learn all the tricks of the sailor's trade,
and to return when Captain Marmaduke, having fairly established his
colony, set out on his return voyage.
For it seemed that if I had forgotten, or seemed to have forgotten,
Lancelot, he had not forgotten me, but had carried me in his thoughts
through all the months that had grown to years since last we met. Thus,
when Captain Amber first began to carry out his dream of a colony,
Lancelot begged him to give me a share in the adventure. For Lancelot
remembered well my hunger and thirst for travel, and had sworn to help
me to my heart's desire. And it seemed to him that in this enterprise
of his uncle's lurked my chance of seeing a little of the world.
Captain Amber, who loved Lancelot better than any being in the world
save one, promised that if I were willing, and seemed a lad of spirit,
I should go along with Lancelot and himself to help build the colony at
the butt end of the world. As the ship was to sail from Sendennisthat
being Captain Amber's native placehe promised Lancelot that he would
seek me out, and see if I pleased him, and if the plan pleased me. And
I, on fire with the thought of getting away from Sendennis and feeling
the width of the worldall I wanted to know was how soon we might be
'A fortnight is our longest delay,' the Captain said; 'we sail
sooner if we can. Report yourself to me to-morrow morning between
eleven and noon. You will find me at the Noble Rose. You know where
that is, I suppose?'
Now, as the Noble Rose was the first inn in Sendennis, and one that
the town was proud of, I naturally knew of its whereabouts, though I
was not so well acquainted with it as with a certain other and more
ill-favoured hostelry that shall be nameless. The Noble Rose was in
favour with the country gentry and the gentlemen of the Chisholm Hunt,
and it would scarcely have welcomed a tradesman's son within its walls
as readily as the rapscallion Skull and Spectacles did. But I felt that
I should be welcomed anywhere as the friend of Captain Marmaduke Amber,
for as a friend I already began to regard him. So I assured him that I
would duly present myself to him at the Noble Rose on the morrow,
between eleven of the clock and noon.
'That's right, lad,' he said; and then, turning to my mother, he
took her worn hand in his strong one, and, to my surprise and pleasure,
kissed it with a reverential courtesy, as if she had been a Court lady.
As Captain Marmaduke turned to go I caught at his hand.
'Where is Lancelot?' I asked; 'is he here in Sendennis?' For in the
midst of all the joy and wonder of this sea business my heart was on
fire to see that face again.
Captain Marmaduke laughed.
'If he were in Sendennis at this hour he would be here, I make no
doubt. He is in London, looking after one or two matters which
methought he could manage better than I could. But he will be here in
good time, and it is time for me to be off. Remember, my lad,
to-morrow,' and with a bow for my mother and a bear's grip for me he
passed outside the shop, leaving my mother and me staring at each other
in great amazement. But for all my amazement the main thought in my
mind was of a certain picture of a girl's face that lay, shrined in a
cedar-wood box, hidden away in my room upstairs. And so it happened
that though my lips were busy with the name of Lancelot my brain was
busy with the name of Marjorie.
CHAPTER VIII. THE COMPANY AT THE
The next morning I was up betimes; indeed, I do not think that I
slept very much that night, and such sleep as I did have was of a
disturbed sort, peopled with wild sea-dreams of all kinds. In my
impatience it seemed to me as if the time would never come for me to
keep my appointment with Captain Marmaduke; but then, as ever, the
hands of the clock went round their appointed circle, and at half-past
eleven I was at my destination. The Noble Rose stood in the market
square. It was a fine place enough, or seemed so to my eyes then, with
its pillared portal and its great bow-windows at each side, where the
gentlemen of quality loved to sit of fine evenings drinking their ale
or their brandy, and watching the world go by.
In the left-hand window as I came up I saw that the Captain was
sitting, and as I came up he saw me and beckoned me to come inside.
With a beating heart I entered the inn hall, and was making for the
Captain's room when a servant barred my way.
'Now then, where are you posting to?' he asked, with an insolent
good-humour. 'This is a private room, and holds private company.'
'I know that,' I answered, 'but it holds a friend of mine, whom I
want to see and who wants to see me.'
The man laughed rudely. 'Very likely,' he said, 'that the company in
the Dolphin are friends of yours,' and then, as I was still pressing
forward, he put out his hand as if to stay me.
This angered me; and taking the knave by the collar, I swung him
aside so briskly that he went staggering across the hall and brought up
ruefully humped against a settle. Before he could come at me again the
door of the Dolphin opened, and Captain Marmaduke appeared upon the
threshold. He looked in some astonishment from the rogue scowling on
the settle to me flushed with anger.
'Heyday, lad,' he said, 'are you having a bout of fisticuffs to keep
your hand in?'
'This fellow,' I said, 'tried to hinder me from entering yonder
room, and I did but push him aside out of my path.'
'Hum!' said Captain Marmaduke, ''twas a lusty push, and cleared your
course, certainly. Well, well, I like you the better, lad, for not
being lightly balked in your business.' And therewith he led me into
There was a sea-coal fire in the grate, for the day was raw and the
glow welcome. Beside the fire an elderly gentleman sat in an arm-chair.
He had a black silk skull-cap on his head, and his face was wrinkled
and his eyes were bright, and his face, now turned upon me, showed
harsh. I knew of course that he was Lancelot's other uncle, he who
would never suffer that I should set foot within his gates. Indeed, his
face in many points resembled that of his brotheras much as an ugly
face can resemble a fair one. There was a likeness in the forehead and
there was a likeness in the eyes, which were something of the same
china-blue colour, though of a lighter shade, and with only cold
unkindness there instead of the genial kindness of the Captain's.
A man stood on the other side of the open fireplace, a man of about
forty-five, of something over the middle height and marvellously
well-built. He was clad in what, though it was not distinctly a
seaman's habit, yet suggested the ways of the sea, and there was a kind
of foppishness about his rig which set me wondering, for I was used to
a slovenly squalor or a slovenly bravery in the sailors I knew most of.
He was a handsome fellow, with dark curling hair and dark eyes, and a
dark skin that seemed Italian.
I have heard men say that there is no art to read the mind's
complexion in the face. These fellows pretend that your villain is
often smooth-faced as well as smooth-tongued, and pleases the eye to
the benefit of his mischievous ends. Whereas, on the other hand, many
an honest fellow is damned for a scoundrel because with the nature of
an angel he has the mask of a fiend. In which two fancies I have no
belief. A rogue is a rogue all the world over, and flies his flag in
his face for those who can read the bunting. He may flatter the light
eye or the cold eye, but the warm gaze will find some lurking line by
the lip, some wryness of feature, some twist of the devil's fingers in
his face, to betray him. And as for an honest man looking like a rogue,
the thing is impossible. I have seen no small matter of marvels in my
timeeven, as I think, the great sea serpent himself, though this is
not the time and place to record itbut I have never seen the marvel
of a good man with a bad man's face, and it was my first and last
impression that the face of Cornelys Jensen was the face of a rogue.
CHAPTER IX. THE TALK IN THE DOLPHIN
Captain Marmaduke presented me to the two men, while his hand still
rested on my shoulder.
'Brother,' he said, 'this is Master Ralph Crowninshield, of whom you
have often heard from Lancelot.'
'Aye,' said the old man, looking at me without any salutation. 'Aye,
I have heard of him from Lancelot.'
Captain Marmaduke now turned towards the other man, who had never
taken his eyes off me since I entered the room.
'Cornelys Jensen, here is Master Ralph Crowninshield, your shipmate
that is to be.'
Cornelys Jensen came across the room in a couple of swinging strides
and held out his hand to me. Something in his carriage reminded me of
certain play-actors who had come to the town once. This man carried
himself like a stage king. We clasped hands, and he spoke.
Then we unclasped, and he returned to his post by the fireplace with
the same exaggeration of action as before.
The old man broke a short silence. 'Well, Marmaduke, why have you
brought this boy here?'
The Captain motioned me to a seat, which I took, and sat back
himself in his former place.
'Because the boy is going with me, and I thought that you might have
something to say to him before he went.'
'Something to say to him?'
The old man repeated the words like a sneer, then he faced on me
again and addressed me with an unmoving face.
'Yes, I have something to say to you. Young man, you are going on a
Captain Marmaduke laughed a little at this, but I could see that he
was not pleased.
'Come, brother, don't say that,' he said.
'But I do say it,' the old gentleman repeated. 'A fool's errand it
is, and a fool's errand it will be called; and it shall not be said of
Nathaniel Amber that he saw his brother make a fool of himself without
telling him his mind.'
'I can always trust you for that, Nathaniel,' said the Captain
gravely. The old man went on without heeding the interruption.
'A fool's errand I call it, and shall always call it. What a plague!
can a man find moneys and a tall ship and stout fellows, and set them
to no better use than to found a Fool's Paradise with them at the heel
of the world? Ships were made for traffic and shipmen for trade, and
not for such whimsies.'
The Captain frowned, but he said nothing, and tapped the toes of his
crossed boots with his malacca. But Cornelys Jensen, advancing forward,
put in his word.
'Saving your presence, Master Nathaniel,' he said, 'but is not this
a most honourable and commendable enterprise? What better thing could a
gallant gentleman do than to found such a brotherhood of honest hearts
and honest hands as Captain Marmaduke here proposes?'
The frown faded from the Captain's face, and a pleased flush
deepened its warm colour. It is a curious thing that men of his
kidneymen with an unerring eye for a good manhave often a poor eye
for a rogue. It amazed me to see my Captain so pleased at the praisings
of Cornelys Jensen. But I was to find out later that he was the easiest
man in the world to deceive.
'Spoken like a man, Cornelys; spoken like a true man,' he said.
'I must ever speak my mind,' said Cornelys Jensen. 'I may be a rough
sea-fellow, but if I have a thing to say I must needs spit it out,
whether it please or pain. And I say roundly here, in your honour's
presence, that I think this to be a noble venture, and that I have
never, since first I saw salt water, prepared for any cruise with so
Which was indeed true, but not as he intended my Captain to take it,
and as my Captain did take it.
'Well,' grumbled Nathaniel, 'you are a pair of fools, both of you,'
and as he spoke he glanced from one to the other with those little
shrewd eyes of his, looking at my Captain first and then at Cornelys.
Young as I was, and fresh to the reading of the faces of crafty men,
I thought that the look in his eyesfor his face changed not at
allwas very different when they rested on the brown face of Cornelys
Jensen than when they looked on the florid visage of my good patron. He
glanced with contempt upon his kinsman, but I did not see contempt in
the gaze he fixed upon Cornelys, who returned his gaze with a steady,
'Yes,' the old man went on, 'you are a pair of fools, and a fool and
his money is a pithy proverb, and true enough of one of you. But it is
well sometimes to treat a fool according to his folly, and so, if you
are really determined upon this adventure'
He paused, and looked again at the Captain and again at Cornelys
Cornelys Jensen remained perfectly unmoved. The Captain's face grew
a shade redder.
'I am,' he said shortly.
'Very well, then,' said the old gentleman; 'as you are my brother, I
must needs humour you. You shall have the moneys you need'
'Now that's talking,' interrupted the Captain.
'Although I know it is a foolhardy thing for me to do.'
'You get good enough security, it seems to me,' said the Captain, a
'Maybe I do,' said Nathaniel, 'and maybe I do not. Maybe I have a
fancy for my fine guineas, and do not care to part with them, however
good the security may be.'
'Lord, how you chop and change!' said the Captain. 'Act like a plain
man, brother. Will you or will you not?'
'I have said that I will,' said Nathaniel slowly.
I could see that for some reason it amused him to irritate his
brother by his reluctance and by his slow speech. The ancient knave
knew it for the surest way to spur him to the enterprise.
'When can I have the money?' asked the Captain.
'Not to-day,' said Nathaniel slowly, 'nor yet to-morrow.'
'Why not to-morrow? It would serve me well to-morrow.'
'Very well,' said Nathaniel with a sigh; 'to-morrow it shall be,
though you do jostle me vilely.'
'Man alive! I want to be off to sea,' said the Captain.
'The sooner we are off the better,' interpolated Jensen; and once
again I noted that Nathaniel shot a swift glance at him through his
'You are bustling fellows, you that follow the sea life,' said
Nathaniel. 'Well, it shall be to-morrow, and I will have all the papers
made ready and the money in fat bags, and you will have nothing to do
but to sign the one and to pocket the other. And now I must be
The Captain made no show of staying him. Nathaniel moved towards the
door slowly, weighing up upon his crutched stick.
'Farewell, Marmaduke!' he said. He took the Captain's hand, but soon
parted with it.
Then he looked at me.
'Good-day, young fellow,' he said. 'Do not forget that I told you
you went on a fool's errand.'
I drew aside to make way for him, and he left the room without a
look or a word for Cornelys Jensen. In another minute I saw him through
the window hobbling along the street.
He looked malignant enough, but I did not know then how malignant a
thing he was. I was ever a weak wretch at figures and business and
finance, but it was made plain to me later that Master Nathaniel had so
handled Master Marmaduke in this matter of the lending of moneys, that
if by any chance anything grave were to happen to Master Marmaduke and
to the lad Lancelot and the lass Marjorie all that belonged to Captain
Marmaduke would swell the wealth of his brother. And here were Captain
Marmaduke and Lancelot and Marjorie all going to sea together and going
in company of Cornelys Jensen. And I know now that Master Nathaniel
knew Cornelys Jensen very well. But I did not know it then or dream it
as I turned from the window and looked at the handsome rascal, who
seemed agog to be going.
'Shall you need me longer, Captain?' Jensen asked. 'There is much to
do which should be doing.'
'Nay,' said the Captain, 'you are free, for me. I know that there is
much to do, and I know that you are the man to do it. But I shall see
you in the evening.'
Jensen saluted the Captain, nodded to me, and strode out of the
room. Then the Captain sat me down and talked for some twenty minutes
of his plan and his hope. If I did not understand much, I felt that I
was a fortunate fellow to be in such a glorious enterprise. I wish I
had been more mindful of all that he said, but my mind was ever
somewhat of a sieve for long speeches, and the dear gentleman spoke at
Presently he consulted his watch.
'The coach should be in soon,' he said. 'Let us go forth and await
We went out of the Dolphin together into the hall, and there we came
to a halt, for he had thought upon some new point in his undertaking,
and he began to hold forth to me upon that.
I can see the whole place nowthe dark oak walls, the dark oak
stairs, and my Captain's blue coat and scarlet face making a brave bit
of colour in the sombre place. The Noble Rose is gone long since, but
that hall lives in my memory for a thing that just then happened.
CHAPTER X. SHE COMES DOWN THE STAIRS
From the hall of the Noble Rose sprang an oak staircase, and at this
instant a girl began to descend the stairs. She was quite younga tall
slip of a thing, who scarcely seemed nineteenand she had hair of a
yellow that looked as if it loved the sun, and her eyes were of a
softer blue than my friend's. I knew that at last I looked on Marjorie,
Lancelot's Marjorie, the maid whose very picture had seemed farther
from me than the farthest star. Her face was fresh, as of one who has
enjoyed liberally the open air, and not sat mewed within four walls
like a town miss. I noted, too, that her steps as she came down the
stairs were not taken mincingly, as school-girls are wont to walk, but
with decision, like a boy.
Indeed, though she was a beautiful girl, and soon to make a
beautiful woman, there was a quality of manliness in her which pleased
me much then and more thereafter. There is a play I have seen acted in
which a girl goes to live in a wood in a man's habit. I have thought
since that she of the play must have showed like this girl, and indeed
I speak but what I know when I say that man's apparel became her
bravely. Now, as she came down the stairs she was clad in some kind of
flowered gown of blue and white which set off her fair loveliness
divinely. She carried some yellow flowers at her girdle; they were Lent
lilies, as I believe.
This apparition distracting my attention from the Captain's words,
he wheeled round upon his heel and learnt the cause of my inattention.
Immediately he smiled and called to the maiden.
'Come here, niece; I have found you a new friend.'
She came forward, smiling to him, and then looked at me with an
expression of the sweetest gravity in the world. Surely there never was
such a girl in the world since the sun first shone on maidens.
'Lass,' said the Captain, 'this is our new friend. His name is
Raphael Crowninshield, but, because I think he has more of the man in
him than of the archangel, I mean to call him Ralph.'
The girl held out her hand to me in a way that reminded me much of
As I took her hand I felt that my face was flaming like the sun in a
sea-fogno less round and no less red. I was timid with girls, for I
knew but few, and after my misfortune I had shunned those few most
carefully. She was not shy herself, though, and she did not seem to
note my shynessor, if she did, it gave her no pleasure to note it, as
it would have given many less gracious maidens. Her hand was not very
small, but it was finely fashioneda noble hand, like my Captain's and
like Lancelot's; a hand that gave a true grasp; a hand that it was a
pleasure to hold.
'Shall I call you Ralph or Raphael?' she said.
My face grew hotter, and I stammered foolishly as I answered her
that I begged she would call me by what name she pleased, but that if
it pleased my Captain to call me Ralph, then Ralph I was ready to be.
'Well and good, Ralph,' she said.
We had parted hands by this time, but I was still staring at her,
full of wonder.
'This boy,' said the Captain, 'goes with us in the Royal
Christopher. We will find our New World together. He is a good fellow,
and should make a good sailor in time.'
As the Captain spoke of me and the girl looked at me I felt hotter
and more foolish, and could think of nothing to say. But even if I
could have thought of anything to say I had no time to say it in, for
there came an interruption which ended my embarrassment; a horn sounded
loudly, and every soul in Sendennis knew that the coach was in.
In a moment everything was changed. The Captain took his hand from
my shoulder; the girl took her gaze from my face. There was a clatter
of wheels, a trampling of horses' hoofs. The coach had drawn up in
front of the inn door. We threemy Captain, the girl, and myselfran
across the hall and out on the portico. There was the usual crowd about
the newly arrived coach; but there was only one person in the crowd for
whom we looked, and him we soon found.
A lithe figure in a buff travelling coat swung off the box-seat, and
Lancelot was with us again. He had an arm around the girl's neck, and
kissed her with no heed of the people; he had a hand clasped between
the two hands of the Captain, who squeezed his fingers fondly. Then he
looked at me, and leaving his kindred he caught both my hands in both
his, while his joy shone in his eyes.
'Raphael, my old Raphael, is it you?' he said; 'but my heart is glad
I wrung his hands. I could scarcely speak for happiness at seeing
'You must not call him Raphael any more,' the girl said demurely.
'He is to be Ralph now, for all of us, so my uncle says.'
'Is that so?' said Lancelot, looking up at the Captain. 'Well, we
must obey orders, and indeed I would rather have Ralph than Raphael.
'Tis less of an outlandish name.'
Then we all laughed, and we all came back into the hall of the inn
I watched Lancelot with wonder and with pride. He had grown
amazingly in the years since I had seen him, and carried himself like a
man. He was handsomer than ever I thought, and liker to our island's
patron saint. As he stripped off his travelling coat and stood up in
the neat habit of a well-to-do town gentleman, he looked such a
cavalier as no woman but would wish for a lover, no man but desire for
'Lads and lass,' said Captain Amber, 'it will soon be time to dine.
We have waited dinner for this scapegrace'and he pinched Lancelot's
ear'so get the dust of travel off as quickly as may be, and we will
sit down with good appetite.'
At these words I made to go away, for I did not dream that I was to
be of the party; but the Captain, seeing my action, caught me by the
'Nay, Ralph,' he said, 'you must stay and dine with us. You are one
of us now, and Lancelot must not lose you on this first day of fair
I was indeed glad to accept, for Lancelot's sake. But there was
another reason in my heart which made me glad also, and that reason was
that I should see the girl again who was my Captain's darling, the
sister whom Lancelot had kissed.
So I said that I would come gladly, if so be that I had time to run
home and tell my mother, lest she might be keeping dinner for me.
'That's right, lad, that's right. Ever think of the feelings of
My Captain was always full of moral counsels and maxims of good
conduct, but they came from him as naturally as his breath, and his own
life was so honourable that there was nothing sanctimonious in his way
or his words.
As I was about to start he begged me to assure my mother that if she
would join them at table he would consider it an honour. I thanked him
with tears in my eyes, and saluting them all I left the inn quickly,
with the last sweet smile of that girl's burning in my memory.
CHAPTER XI. A FEAST OF THE GODS
I sped through the streets to our house as swiftly, I am sure, as
that ancient messenger of the Pagan godshe that had the wings tied to
his feet that he might travel the faster. My dear mother was rejoiced
at the Captain's kindness, but she would by no means hear of coming
with me. She bade me return with speed, that I might not keep the
company waiting, and to thank the Captain for her with all my heart for
his kindness and condescension.
When I got back to the Noble Rose I found our little company all
assembled in the Dolphin. No one stayed my entrance this time, for
though the same fellow that I had tussled with before saw me enter he
made no objection this time, and even saluted me in a loutish manner;
for I was the Captain's friend, and as such claimed respect.
Lancelot was leaning against the mantelpiece, and Marjorie and my
Captain were sitting by plying him with questions and listening eagerly
to his answers. Lancelot had drawn off his travelling boots and spruced
himself, and looked a comely fellow. When I entered he broke off in
what he was saying to clasp my hand again, while the Captain rang for
dinner, expressing as he did so the civilest regrets at my mother's
absence. Then we all sat to table and dined together in the pleasantest
Never shall I forget that dinner, not if I live to be a
hundredwhich is not unlikely, for I come of a long-lived race by my
mother's side, and winds and waters have so toughened me that I ought
to last with the best of my ancestors. There was a Latin tag Mr. Davies
used to tease me with about the Feasts of the Gods. Feasts of the Gods,
forsooth! They could not compare, I'll dare wager, with that repast in
the Dolphin Room of the Noble Rose, on that crisp spring day when I and
the world were younger.
I might well be excused, a raw provincial lad, if I did feel shyish
in the presence of such gentlefolk. But they were such true gentlefolk
that it was impossible for long not to feel at ease in their society.
So when I learnt that Lancelot had not changed one whit in his love for
me, and when I found that not the Captain alone, but his beautiful
niece too, did everything to make me feel happy and at homewhy, it
would have been churlish of me not to have aided their gentleness by
making myself as agreeable as might be.
[Illustration: HE BROKE OFF IN WHAT HE WAS SAYING TO CLASP MY
The Captain had so much to say of his scheme or dream, and we were
so content to listen like good children, that we did not rise from
table till nigh three o'clock. It was such a happy dream, and so
feelingly depicted by the Captain, that it never occurred to me for a
moment to doubt in any wise its feasibility, or to feel aught but sure
that I was engaged in the greatest undertaking wherein man had ever
shared. When we did part at last, on the understanding that I was to
attend upon the Captain daily, I shook hands with Marjorie as with an
old friend. I was for shaking hands with Lancelot, too, but he would
not hear of it. He would walk home with me, he said; he could not lose
me so soon after finding me again. So we issued out of the Noble Rose
together, arm-in-arm, in very happy mind.
We walked for a few paces in silence, the sweet silence that often
falls upon long-parted friends when their hearts are too full for
parley. Then Lancelot asked me suddenly 'Is she not wonderful?' and I
could answer no more than 'indeed,' for she seemed to me the most
wonderful creature the world had ever seen, which opinion I entertain
and cherish to this very day and hour.
'Is she not better than her picture in little?' he questioned, and
again I had no more to say than 'indeed,' though I would have liked to
find other words for my thoughts. By this time we had come to the way
where I should turn to my home, but here Lancelot would needs have it
that we should go and visit Mr. Davies's shop in the High Street. I
must say that this resolve somewhat smote my conscience, for it was
many a long day since I had crossed Mr. Davies's threshold; but I would
not say Lancelot nay, and so we went our ways to the High Street and
Mr. Davies's shop. And indeed I am glad we did so.
CHAPTER XII. MR. DAVIES'S GIFTS
Mr. Davies did not seem at all surprised to see us when we entered,
and he turned round and faced us.
The poor little man had lived so long among his musty books that the
real world had become as it were a kind of dream to him, wherein people
came like shadows and people went like shadows, and where still the
battered battalions of his books abided with him.
But he seemed very well pleased to see us, and shook us both warmly
by the hands and called us by our right names, without confounding
either of us with the other, and had us into his little back parlour
and pressed strong waters upon us, all very hospitably.
Of the strong waters Lancelot and I would have none, for in those
days I never touched them, nor did Lancelot. I never drank aught
headier than ale in the time when I used to frequent the Skull and
Spectacles, and as for Lancelot, who was a gentleman born and used to
French wines, he had no relish for more ardent liquors. Then he begged
we would have a dish of tea, of which he had been given a little
present, he said, of late; and as it would have cut him to the heart if
we had refused all his proffers, we sat while he bustled about at his
brew, and then we all sipped the hot stuff out of porcelain cups and
chatted away as if the world had grown younger.
Mr. Davies was full of curiosity about our departure and the
Captain's purpose, and did not weary of putting questions to us, or
rather to Lancelot, for he soon found that I knew but little of our
business beyond the name of the ship. To be sure, I do not think that
Lancelot really knew much more about it than I did, but he could talk
as I never could talk, and he made it all seem mighty grand and
venturesome and heroic to the little bookseller.
When we rose Mr. Davies rose with us and followed us into the shop,
when he insisted that each of us should have a book for a keepsake. He
groped along his shelves, and after a little while turned to us with a
couple of volumes under his arm.
Mr. Davies addressed Lancelot very gravely as he handed him one of
'Master Lancelot,' he said, 'in giving you that book I bestow upon
you what is worth more than a king's ransomyea, more than gold of
Ophir and peacocks and ivory from Tarshish, and pearls of Tyre and
purple of Sidon. It is John Florio's rendering of the Essays of Michael
of Montaigne, and there is no better book in the world, of the books
that men have made for men, the books that have no breath of the speech
of angels in them. Here may a man learn to be brave, equable,
temperate, patient, to look lifeaye, and the end of lifesquarely in
the face, to make the most and best of his earthly portion. Take it,
Master Lancelot; it is the good book of a good and wise gentleman, and
in days long off, when I am no more, you may remember my name because
of this my gift and be grateful.'
Then he turned to me and handed me the other book that he had been
hugging under his arm.
'For you, my dear young friend,' he said, 'I have chosen a work of
another temper. You have no bookish habit, but you have a gallant
spirit, and so I will give you a gallant book.'
He opened the volume, which was a quarto, and read from its
title-page in his thin, piping voice, that always reminded me somewhat
of his own old bullfinch.
'A New, Short, and Easy Method of Fencing; or, the Art of the Broad
and Small Sword, Rectified and Compendiz'd, wherein the practice of
these two weapons is reduced to so few and general Rules that any
Person of indifferent Capacity and ordinary Agility of Body may in a
very short time attain to not only a sufficient Knowledge of the Theory
of this art, but also to a considerable adroitness in practice, either
for the Defence of his life upon a just occasion, or preservation of
his Reputation and Honour in any Accidental Scuffle or Trifling
Quarrel. By Sir William Hope of Balcomie, Baronet, late Deputy-Governor
of the Castle of Edinburgh.'
I should not have carried such a string of words in my memory merely
from hearing Mr. Davies say them over once. But they and the book they
spoke of became very familiar to me afterwards, and I know it and its
title by root of heart.
Lancelot thanked him for us both in well-chosen words, such as I
should never have found if I had cudgelled my brains for a fortnight.
Then we wrung Mr. Davies's hands again, and he wished us God-speed,
and we came out again into the open street, where the day had now well
As we walked along the High Street with our books under our arms
Lancelot gave me many particulars concerning his uncle's scheme and his
means for furthering it.
It would appear that Captain Marmaduke had for some time cherished
the notion of an ideal colony. The thought came originally into his
head, so Lancelot fancied, from his study of such books as the
'Republic' of Plato and the 'Utopia' of Sir Thomas More, works I had
then never heard of, and have found no occasion since that time to
study. But, as I gathered from Lancelot, they were volumes that treated
of ideal commonwealths.
Captain Amber's first idea, it appeared, was to establish his little
following in one of His Majesty's American colonies. But while he was
in the Low Countries he had heard much of those new lands at the end of
the world, wherein the Dutch are so much interested, and it seems that
the Dutch Government, in gratitude to him for some services rendered,
were willing to make him a concession of land wherein to try his
venture. At least I think, as well as I can remember, that this was so;
I know that somehow or other the Dutch Government was mixed up in the
What further resolved Captain Amber to go so far afield was, it
seems, the friendship he had formed while at Leyden with Cornelys
Jensen. This Jensen was a fellow of mixed parentage, a Dutch father and
an English mother, who had followed the sea all his life, and knew, it
seemed, very intimately those parts of the world whereto Captain
Amber's thoughts were turned.
Jensen was such a plausible fellow, and professed to be so
enraptured with Captain Amber's enterprise, that the Captain's heart
was quite won by the fellow, and from that time out he and Cornelys
Jensen were hand and glove together in the matter. Very valuable Jensen
proved, according to the Captain; full of experience, expeditious, and
a rare hand at the picking up of stout fellows for a crew. I found that
Lancelot did not hold him in such high regard as his uncle did, but
that out of respect for Captain Amber's judgment he held his peace.
As for the Captain's brother Nathaniel, his whole share in the
enterprise consisted in the advancing of moneys, on those ungentle
terms I have recorded, upon the broad lands and valuables which made my
Captain a man of much worldly gear.
Lancelot brought me to my door, we still talking of this and of
Lancelot came within for a little while and kissed my mother, who
hung on his neck for a moment and then cried a little softly, while
Lancelot spoke to her with those words of grave encouragement which
seemed beyond his years. Then he wished us good-night, and I saw him to
the door, and stood watching his tall form stepping briskly up the
street in the clear starlight.
The girl I spoke of but now, she in the play-book who lived like a
man in the greenwood, saysor bears witness that another saidthat
none ever loved who loved not at first sight. This was true in my case.
For that unhappy business with the girl Barbara, though it was love
sure enough, was not such gracious love as that day entered into me and
has ever since dwelt with me.
Of course I had much to tell my mother and she listened, as
interested as a child in a fairy tale to all that had been said and
done in the Noble Rose. But most of all she seemed surprised to hear
that a girl was going to sea with us. She questioned me suddenly when I
had made an end of my story:
'What do you think of this maid Marjorie, Raphael?'
I felt at the mention of her name that the blood ran red in my face
and I was glad to think that the light in the room was not bright
enough to betray me, for I felt shy and angry at my shyness and knew
that my cheeks flamed for both reasons. But I tried to say
unconcernedly that truly Captain Amber was much blessed in such a niece
and Lancelot in such a sister. Yet while I answered I felt both hot and
cold, as I have felt since with the ague in the Spanish Islands.
We spoke no more of Marjorie that evening but at night I lay long
hours awake thinking of her, and when at last I fell asleep I slipped
into dreams of her, with her yellow hair, and the yellow flowers in her
girdle and the kindness of Heaven in her steadfast eyes.
There are many kinds of love in the world, as there are many kinds
of men and many kinds of women, but my love for Marjorie Amber was of
the best kind that a man can feel, and it made a man of me.
I have lived a wild life and a vagrant life, I know; but, anyway, my
way of life has been a clean way. I have never been a brawler nor a
sot, and I have never struck a man to his hurt unless when peril forced
me. I have never fought in wantonness or bad blood, but only out of
some necessity that would not be said nay to. And, indeed, there have
been times when I have let a man live to my own risk. So I hope when my
ghost meets elsewhere with the ghosts of my enemies that they will
offer me their shadowy fingers in proof that they bear me no malice and
are aware that all was done according to honourable warfare. There is
the blood of no vindictive death upon my fingers. What blood there is
was blood spilt honestly, in a gentlemanly way, in a soldierly way; and
there is a blessed Blood that will cleanse me of its stain.
That I can make this boast I owe in all thankfulness to two women.
To my mother first, and then to the girl who came to me at the very
turn of my life. If I can say truthfully that year in and year out my
life has been a fairly creditable one for a man that has followed
fortune by sea and by land the Recording Angel must even set it down to
the credit of Marjorie.
CHAPTER XIII. TO THE SEA
From that out the days ran by with a marvellous swiftness. There was
much to do daily; in my humble way I had to get my sea-gear ready,
which kept my dear mother busy; and every day I was with Captain
Marmaduke and Lancelot and Marjorie, and every day we all worked hard
to get ready for the great voyage and to bring our odd brotherhood
It certainly was a strange fellowship which Captain Amber had
gathered together to sail the seas in the Royal Christopher.
Most of them were quiet folk of the farming favour, well set up,
earnest, with patient faces. There were men who had been old soldiers;
there were men who had served with Captain Amber. These were to be the
backbone of his colony. Some brought wives, some sisters; altogether we
had our share of women on board, about a dozen in all, including the
woman whose care it was to wait upon the Captain's niece.
But I did not see a great deal of them, for they lay aft, and it was
my Captain's pleasure that I should dwell in his part of the ship; and
he himself, though he carried them to a new world and to warmer stars,
did not mingle much with them on shipboard. For my Captain had his
notion of rank and place, as a man-at-arms should have. He passed his
wont in admitting me to his intimacy, and that was for Lancelot's sake.
As for the hands, the finding of them had been, it would seem,
chiefly entrusted to the hands of Cornelys Jensen. I saw nothing of
them until the day we sailed. What I saw of them then gave me no great
pleasure, for several reasons. Many of them were fine-looking fellows
enough. All were stalwart, sea-tested, skilled at their work; most
seemed jovial of blood and ready to tackle their work cheerily. Some of
them were known to me by sight and even by name, for Cornelys Jensen
had culled them from the sea-dogs and sea-devils who drank and diced at
the Skull and Spectacles. That was not much; many good seamen were
familiars of the Skull and Spectacles. But what I misliked in them was
the regard they seemed to pay to the deeds and words of Cornelys
Jensen. It was but natural, indeed, that they should pay him regard,
seeing that he was the second in command after Captain Amber. But it
seemed to me then, or perhaps I imaginejudging by the light of later
timesthat it seemed to me then that their behaviour showed that they
looked upon Jensen rather than my Captain as the centre of authority in
the ship. Certainly most of them were more of the kidney of Cornelys
Jensen than of Marmaduke Amber.
I ventured to break something of my thought to Captain Amber, but he
laughed at me for my pains, saying that Jensen was a proper man and
very trustworthy, and a man with a better eye for a good seaman than
any other man in the kingdom. So I had no more to say, and Cornelys
Jensen went his own way and collected his own following unhindered.
Whatever I might think of the crew, there was but one thought for
the ship. A finer than the Royal Christopher at that time I had never
seen of her kind and size. She was a large ship of the corvette kind,
with something of the carack and something of the polacca about her. We
boast greatly of our progress in the art of putting tall ships
together, and, if we go on at the rate at which, according to some
among us, we are going, Heaven only knows where it will end, or with
what kind of marine monsters we shall people the great deep. But I
cannot think that we have done or ever shall do much better in
shipbuilding than we did in the days when I was young.
The hands of the clock wheeled in their circle, and the day came
when all was ready and we were to sail.
I was leaning over the side, looking at the downs and the town where
I had lived all my life, and which, perhaps, I might never see again.
My mother was by my side, and we were talking together as people talk
who love each other when a parting is at hand. All of a sudden I became
aware of a boat that was pulling across the water in the direction of
our ship. It contained a man and a woman, and when it came alongside I
saw who the man and the woman were, and saw that they were known to me;
and for a moment my heart stood still, and I make no doubt that my face
flushed and paled. For the woman was that girl Barbara who had made the
Skull and Spectacles so dear and so dreadful to me, and the man was
that red-bearded fellow who had clipped her closely in his arms on the
day when I went there for the last time. The man who was rowing the
boat was none other than the landlord of the Skull and Spectacles,
I drew back before they had noticed me, and I drew my mother away
with me. The pair came on board, but I kept my back turned, and they
went aft without noting me. It would seem as if Cornelys Jensen had
been but waiting for them to set sail, for now he gave the order that
all should leave the ship who were not sailing with her. Then there was
such sobbings and embracings and hand-claspings ere the relatives and
friends who were staying on shore got down the side into the craft that
was waiting for them. My mother and I parted somehow, and I saw her
safely into the dinghy which I had chartered for her benefit, handled
by a waterside fellow whom I knew well for a steady oar.
Everything then seemed to happen with the quickness of a dream. One
moment I seemed to see her sitting in the stern of the boat, waving her
handkerchief to me; then next there came a rush of tears, that blotted
out everything, my mother and the town and all; the next, as it seemed
to me, though of course the interval was longer, we were cutting the
water with a fair wind, and the downs and the cliffs seemed to be
racing away from us. The Royal Christopher had set sail for its haven
at the other end of the world.
CHAPTER XIV. THE SEA LIFE
The fair weather with which we were favoured during the early part
of our voyage made the time very delightful and very instructive to me.
Indeed, I learnt more during those happy weeks of matters that are
proper for a man to know than I had even guessed at in the whole course
of my life. For the Captain, who was an accomplished swordsman, and
Lancelot, who was a promising pupil, were at great pains to teach me
the use both of the small sword and the broadsword, at which they
exercised me daily upon the deck. Captain Amber had a great regard for
Sir William Hope of Balcomie's book, wherein I made my daily study, and
he or Lancelot would make me practise all that I read.
I was ever apt at picking up all things wherein strength and skill
counted for more than book-learning, and I am glad to think that they
found me an apt pupil. Indeed, before we had got half-way on our
journey I was almost as pretty a swordsman as Lancelot, and the Captain
used often to declare that in time I should be better than he himself
was. But this, of course, he said only to encourage me, for indeed I
think I have never seen a better master of his weapon than Captain
Amber, and neither I nor Lancelot ever came near him in that art.
Captain Amber was my teacher in other things than swordcraft. He set
himself with a patience that knew no limit to make me learn such things
as are useful in the sea life, and indeed he found me an apter pupil
than poor Mr. Davies had ever been able to make of me. He was himself
versed in the mathematical sciences, in navigation, in astronomy,
dialling, gauging, gunnery, fortification, the use of the globes, the
projection of the sphere upon any circle, and many another matter
essential for the complete sailor, soldier, or navigator and adventurer
of any kind.
He instructed me further in matters military, for, as he said, a
stout man should be able to serve God and his King as well by land as
by sea. So he put me through a rare course of martial education,
discoursing to me very learnedly on the principles of fortification as
they are expounded by the ingenious Monsieur Vauban, and showing me, in
the plans of many and great towns, both French and German, to what
perfection their defence may be carried. He showed me how to handle a
musket and a pike, and the manage of the half-pike joined to the
musket, and instructed me in the drilling of troops and in the forming
of a brigade after the Swedish method, for which he had a particular
He harangued me much upon the uses of artillery, illustrating what
he said by the example of the ship's cannon, until I felt that I should
only need a little practice to become a master gunner. And he set forth
to me by preceptfor here he had no chance of exampledrill of
cavalry and the importance of that arm in war, and promised me that I
should learn to ride when we had reached our Arcadia.
In all these exercises Lancelot, whose cabin I shared, took his
part. He knew so much more than I did that I feel very sure that my
companionship in these studies was but a drag upon him. Yet he never
betrayed the least impatience with me or with my more sluggish method
of acquiring knowledge. Now, as always, he was my true friend. If every
day taught me more to admire Captain Marmaduke, every day bade me the
more and more to congratulate myself upon being blessed with such a
comrade as Lancelot.
Nevertheless, the best part of the business was the presence of
Marjorie. She was a true child of the sea. She loved it as if she had
been such a mermaiden as old poets fable. She had sailed with her uncle
ever since she was a little girl. She was as good a sailor as her
brother, and took foul weather as gallantly as fair. For it was not all
smooth sailing, for all our luck. There were squalls and there were
storms; but the Royal Christopher rode the billows bravely, and
Marjorie faced the storm as fearlessly as the oldest hand on board.
There was one wild night, when we rose and fell in a fury of wind.
She must needs be on deck, so I fastened her to one of the masts with a
rope and held on next to her while we watched the war of the elements.
The rain was strong, and it soaked all the clothes on her body to a
pulp; and her long hair floated on the wind, and sometimes flapped
across my face and made my blood tingle. She stuck to her post like a
manor, let me say in her honour, like a womanwatching the strife,
and every now and then she would put her lips close to my earfor the
screaming of the wind whistled away all words that were not so
spokenand would bid me note some wonder of sky or water. For by this
time we were great friends, Marjorie and I, and she always treated me
as if I were some kinsman of her house instead of what I was, a poor
adventurer in the dawn of his first adventure. She liked me I knew from
the start because Lancelot liked me, and because she trusted in
Lancelot with the same implicit faith that he addressed to her. And
where she liked she liked wholly, as a generous man might, giving her
friendship freely in the firm clasp of her hand, in the keen, even
greeting of her eyes. It was a strange grace for me to share in that
wonderful fellowship of brother and sister, and I joyed in my fortune
and shut my mind against any thought of the sorrow that might come to
me from such sweet intercourse. For I knew from the first as I have
said that I loved her, and I knew, too, that it would be about as
reasonable to fall in love with a star or a dream. Those gentry who
write verses, find, as I believe, a kind of bitter satisfaction in
recording their pains in rhyme, but for me there was no such solace.
Yet on that driving night, in that high wind, I would have rejoiced to
be apprenticed to the poets' guild and skilled to make some use that
might please her of the dumb thoughts that troubled me. As it was it
was she who seemed to speak with the speech of angels and I who
She had the rarest gifts and graces for gladdening our voyage. She
could sing, and she could play a guitarra that she had brought from
Spain; and often of fair evenings, when we sat out on the deck, she
would sing to us ballads in Spanish and French, and then for me, who
was unlettered, she would sing old English ditties, such as 'Barbara
Allen' and 'When first I saw your face,' and many canzonets from out of
Mr. William Shakespeare's plays, which she always held in high esteem,
and I would sit and listen in a rapture.
Once, a long while after, when that Spanish tongue had become as
familiar to me as it was then unfamiliar, I remember falling into a
brawl with a stout fellow in Spain, and getting, as luck would have it,
the better of the business, and being within half a mind of ramming my
knife into his throat; for my blood was up, and the fellow had meant to
kill me if he had had the chance. But even as I made to strike, he,
looking up at me, and as cool as if I were doing him a favour, began to
sing very softly to himself just one of those very Spanish songs that
Marjorie used to sing of summer evenings on the deck of the Royal
Christopher. And as he sang so, waiting death, in that instant all my
rage vanished, and I put aside my weapon and held out my hand to him,
and asked his forgiveness and asked his friendship. The man looked
amazed, as well he might; and it was lucky for me that he did not seize
the chance to stab me unawares. But he did not, and we shook hands and
parted, and he went his ways never witting that he owed his life to the
fairest woman in the whole wide worldat least, that I have ever seen,
and I have seen many and many in my time.
There were two on that ship with whom I did not wish to have any
dealings, namely, Barbara and the red-bearded man, Hatchett by name,
who was now her husband. However, I saw but little of them, for they
kept to their own part of the ship.
Barbara knew me again, of course, and we saluted each other when we
met, as it was of course inevitable that we should meet on board ship.
But we did not meet often, and I was glad to find that I felt no pang
when the rare meetings did take place. That folly had wholly gone.
ThereI have written those words, but I have no sooner written than I
repent them. It is not a folly for a boy to be honestly in love, as I
was in love with Barbara. I was silly, if you pleasea moon-struck,
calf-loving idiot, if you likebut in all that hot noon of my madness
there never was an unclean thought in my mind nor an unclean prompting
of the body. However, all that was past and done with. My liver was
washed clean of that passion; it had not left a spot upon my heart. I
have only loved two women in all my life, and when the second love came
into my life that first fancy was dead and buried, and no other fancy
has ever for a moment arisen to trouble my happiness.
CHAPTER XV. UTOPIA HO!
I have purposely left out of these pages the record of the voyage.
One such voyage is much like another, and though it was all new to me
it would not be new to others. I might like to dwell again upon the
first land we made, the Island of St. Jago, where we had civil
entertainment of a Portuguese gentleman and of a negro Romish priest,
with a merry heart and merry heels. My mother would have loved to go
marketing in that place, for I bought no less than one hundred sweet
oranges for half a paper of pins, and five fat hens for the other half
of the paper. I could talk of our becalms and our storms and our
crossing the Line, and of our trouble with the travado-wind. But as I
do not wish to weary with the repetition of an oft-told tale, I will
say no more of our voyage until we came to the Cape which is so happily
named of Good Hope. It was a very wonderful voyage for me; it would not
seem a very wonderful voyage to others, who have either made it
themselves or who know out of book knowledge all and more than all that
I could tell them. But I may say that I was a very different lad when
we came to the Cape from the lad who had got on board of the Royal
Christopher so many months earlier. I was but a pale-faced boy when I
sailed, only a landsman, and no great figure as a landsman. But when we
came to the Cape I was so coloured by the winds and the suns and the
open life that my face and hands were well-nigh of the tint of
burnished copper. I had always been a fairly strong lad; but now my
strength was multiplied many times, and, thanks to my dear master, my
skill to use that strength was marvellously advanced. Which proved to
be of infinite service to me and others better than myself by-and-by.
We stayed some little time at Cape Town; how long now I do not
closely remember, but, as I think, a matter of four weeks or more. For
the Captain had some old friends amongst the Dutch colony, and there
were certain matters of revictualling the ship to be thought of, and
Lancelot longed for a little shooting and hunting. For my part, I was
by no means loth to tread the soil again, for, though I love the sea
dearly, I have no hatred for firm earth as other seamen have, but look
upon myself as a kind of amphibious animal, and like the land and the
water impartially. And there was a great joy and wonder to me to see a
new country and a new townI, who knew of no other town than
Sendennis, and knew no more of London than of Grand Cairo, or of the
capital of the Mogul. I remember that we stayed some days under the
roof of a leading Dutch merchant of the place, who entertained us very
handsomely, and that his brother, who was a somewhat younger man than
he, and who spoke our English tongue well, took Lancelot and me many
times a-shooting and a-fishing, and that we had some rare and savage
sport. For the town is but a small one, and there is excellent sport to
be had well-nigh at its back doors, as it were. I should have loved
dearly to have wandered inward far inland towards the great mountains,
for I heard wonderful tales, both from the Dutchmen and their black
men, of treasures that the bowels of these mountains were said to hold.
Of course that was out of the question, with the Royal Christopher
waiting for her fate; but the tales fired me with memories of those
Eastern tales that I have told you of, and I longed to out-rival Master
I cannot conscientiously affirm that I was sorry to leave Cape Town,
and the wines that the Dutch settlers made, and the amazing Hottentots,
and the other marvels of that my first experience of strange distant
countries. We were all the better for our rest, Marjorie and Captain
Amber, Lancelot, the colonists, the crew, and, in a word, all our
fellowship. But we were all eager to be on the way again, for very
different reasons. Captain Amber, because he was keen to place his foot
upon his Land of Promise; Lancelot, because he wished what his uncle
wished; Marjorie, because she wished to be with Lancelot; I myself,
much out of eager, restless curiosity for new places and new
adventures. For I was so simple in those days that the mere crossing of
the seas seemed to me to be an adventure, a thing that I came later to
regard as no more adventurous than the hiring of a hackney-coach. But
in my heart I knew that the main reason for my bliss in boarding the
Royal Christopher lay in the closer intimacy it gave me with maid
Marjorie. In the little kingdom of the ship, where all in a sense were
friends and adventurers together, there was less than on land to remind
me that for me to dream myself her lover went far to prove me lunatic.
So I was blithe to be afloat again. As for Cornelys Jensen, we were to
learn soon enough in what direction lay his pleasure to be ploughing
the high seas again.
CHAPTER XVI. I MAKE A DISCOVERY
I have been brief with our adventure so far, because it only began
to be adventurous after we had left the Cape leagues behind us. Up to
that time, though the voyage was full of wonders for me, it was but one
voyage with another for those who use the sea. But when the adventure
did begin it began briskly, and having once made a beginning it did not
make an end for long enough, nor without great changes of fortune. Yet
it began, as a big business often does begin, in a very little matter.
One night, somewhat late, Captain Amber wished for a word with Jensen.
Yet, as it was not the Dutchman's watch, and he might be sleeping,
Captain Amber bade me go to his cabinfor Jensen, being a man of
consideration upon the ship, had a cabin to himselfto see if he were
stirring, commanding me, however, if he were resting, not to arouse
him. Jensen's cabin lay amidships, and as I proceeded warily because of
the Captain's caution, I came to it quietly and listened at the door
before lifting my finger to knock. As I did so I noticed that the door
was not fastened. Whoever had drawn it to had not latched it, and it
lay open just a chink, through which a line of light showed from
within. Thinking that if I peeped through this chink I might learn if
Jensen were astir or no, I put my eye to it and saw what I saw.
The cabin was not a very large one, and though the lamp that swung
from the ceiling gave forth but a dim light, yet it was enough to
enable me to see very clearly all that there was to see. At the first
blush, indeed, there seemed to be nothing out of the way to witness. At
the further end of the cabin two men were sitting at a table together,
with a chart before them. Nearer to me, and in front of the men, a
woman stood, and held up for their inspection a piece of needlework.
The two men were Cornelys Jensen and William Hatchett; the woman was
Barbara Hatchett. It might have made a very pleasing example of
domestic peace but for one queer fact, which notably altered its
The needlework at which women are wont to labour is nine times out
of ten white work or brightly-coloured work. Women are like the best
kind of birds, and love snowy plumage or feathers that are bravely
tinted. But the work with which Barbara Hatchett was occupied was
neither white nor coloured, but blackthe deepest, darkest black. Now
there was no cause as yet, thank Heaven! for man or woman to mourn on
board of the Royal Christopher, and there was no need for Mistress
Barbara to deal with mourning. So I marvelled, but even as I marvelled
I noted, as she shifted her position slightly and shook out the black
stuff over her knees, that it was not all and only black. There was
white work in it too, a kind of patch or pattern of white work in the
midst which I could not make out, for the stuff was still bunched up in
the woman's hands. But now, as I watched, I saw her shake it out over
her knees for the others to view, and I saw that the thing she
displayed was a large square of black worsted, and that in the centre
were sewn some pieces of white material into a very curious semblance.
For that semblance was none other than the likeness of a grinning human
skull, with two cross-bones beneath itjust such an effigy as I had
seen many times on the tombstones in the churchyard at Sendennis.
[Illustration: HELD UP FOR THEIR INSPECTION A PIECE OF
It was not, however, of the tombstones at Sendennis that I thought
just then. No; that ugly image in the girl's fingers carried my fancy
back to the place where I had first seen herto the hostelry of the
Skull and Spectaclesand I fancied somehow, I scarce knew why, that
the work of Barbara's fingers had some connection with her father's
inn. Only for a second or so did I think this, but in honest truth that
was my first, my immediate belief, and it brought me no thought of
fear, no thought of danger with it. I was only conscious of wondering
vaguely to what service this sad piece of handicraft could be put, when
suddenly, in a flash, my intelligence took fire, and I knew what was
intended; and I felt my knees give way and my heart stand still with
The thing I was looking at, the ill-favoured thing that was hanging
from my old love's hand, was none other than a flag of evil omena
pirate's flag, the barbarous piece of bunting that they call the Jolly
Roger. There could be no doubt of thatno doubt whatever. I had heard
of that flag and read of it, and now I was looking at it with my own
eyes; and a light seemed to be let in upon my mind, and I trembled at
the terror it brought with it. That piece of handicraft meant murder;
meant outrage; meant violence of all kinds to those that were so dear
to meto those who were all unconscious of their imminent doom. For I
was as sure now as if those three had told it to me with their own lips
that I had come upon a conspiracy.
The red-haired ruffian and the black-haired ruffian were in a tale
together; their purpose was to seize the poor Royal Christopher that
sailed on so gentle an errand and make her a pirate ship, with that
devil's ensign flying at her forepeak. My soul sickened in my body at
the thought of the women-kind at the mercy of these desperadoes. There
was one name ever in my heart, and as I thought of that name I shivered
as if the summer night had suddenly been frozen. I believe that if I
had had a brace of pistols with me I should have taken my chance of
sending those two villains out of the world with a bullet apiece, so
clearly did their malignity betray itself to my observation. But I was
unarmed, and even if I had been I might have missed my aimthough this
I do not think likely, in that narrow place, and with my determination
steadying my handand, moreover, I had no notion as to how many of the
ship's crew were sworn to share in the villainy. Besides, I have never
killed a man in cold blood in my life, and on that night so long ago I
had never lifted hand and weapon against any man, and had only once in
my life seen blood spilt murderously. But I stayed there, with my heart
drumming against my ribs and my breath coming in gasps that seemed to
me to shake the ship's bulk, staring hard at the two men and the woman
with her work.
She held out the banner at arm's length, and looked down at it
lovingly, as women are wont to look at any piece of needlework that
they have taken pains over with pleasure in the pains. I had seen women
smile over their work many and many a timegood women that have worked
for their kin, mothers that have laboured to fashion some bit of
bodygear for a cherished childand I have always thought that the
smile upon their faces was very sweet to see. But in this case there
was the same smile upon the woman's face as she looked upon her unholy
handiwork, and there was something terrible in the contrast between
that look of housewifely satisfaction and the job upon which it was
bestowed. Many an evil sight have I seen, but never, as I think,
anything so evil as this sight of that beautiful face smiling over the
edge of that hideous thing, the living radiant visage above that effigy
of death. The black flag covered her like a pall, ominously.
'Well,' she said, 'is it well done?'
She spoke in a low tone, but I could hear what she said quite well
where I crouched.
Cornelys Jensen nodded his head approvingly.
The red-bearded man spoke. 'Time it was done, too, and that we
should be setting to work. I am sick of this waiting.'
'Patience, my good fellow, patience,' said Cornelys Jensen. 'All in
good time. Trust Cornelys Jensen to know the time to act. The fiddle is
tuned, friend. I shall know when to play the jig.'
'My feet ache for the dancing,' the red beard growled. Barbara
laughed; dropping her hands, she drew the black flag close to her, so
that it fell all in folds about her body and draped her from throat to
toe. Her beauty laughed triumphantly at the pair from its sable
'Put that thing away,' said Jensen. 'You have done your work
bravely, Mistress Hatchett, and Bill may be well proud of you.'
He clapped his hand as he spoke on Red Beard's shoulder, and the
fool's face flushed with pleasure.
Barbara laughed, and slowly folded the flag up square by square into
a small compass. Jensen took it from her when she had finished and put
it into a locker, which he closed with a key that he took from his
I began to find my position rather perilous. It was high time for me
to take my departure, before the conspirators became aware of my
whereabouts. It would not trouble either of the men a jot to ram a
knife into my ribs and to jerk me overboard ere the life was out of me.
And then what would become of my dear ones, and of all the honest folk
on board, with no one to warn them of their peril?
I drew back very cautiously, creeping along the passage and holding
my breath, stepping as gingerly as a cat on eggs, for fear of making
any sound that should betray me. As I crept along I kept asking myself
what I was to do. The first course that came to my mind was to go to
Captain Marmaduke and tell him of what I had seen. But then, again, I
did not know, and he did not know, how many there were of crew or
company tarred with Jensen's brush, and I asked myself whether it would
not first be more prudent to consult with Lancelot. For I knew that
with Captain Marmaduke the first thing he would do would be to accuse
Jensen to his face, without taking any steps to countermine him, and
then we should have the hornets' nest about our ears with a vengeance.
But while I was creeping along in the dark, straining my ears for
every sound that might suggest that Jensen or Hatchett were following
me, and while my poor mind was anxiously debating as to the course I
ought to pursue, that came to pass which settled the question in the
most unexpected manner.
CHAPTER XVII. A VISITATION
My agitations were harshly interrupted. There came a crash out of
the silence, and before I could even ask myself what it meant I was
flung forward and my legs were taken from under me. I pitched on to a
coil of rope, luckily for me, or I might have come to worse hurt, and I
had my hands extended, which in a measure broke the force of my fall.
But I rapped my head smartly against the wall of the passagenever had
I more reason in my life to be grateful for the thickness of my
skulland for a few moments I lay there in the darkness,
dizzyindeed, almost stunnedand scarcely realising that there was
the most horrible grinding noise going on beneath me, and that the ship
seemed to be screaming in every timber. I could have only lain there
for a few seconds, for no human clamour had mingled with the sound of
the ship's agony when I staggered to my feet. My head was aching
furiously, and my right wrist was numb from the fall, but my senses had
now come back to me, and I knew that some great calamity had befallen
the ship. In desperation I pulled myself together and ran with all
speed, heedless of the darkness, to the end of the passage where the
ladder was, and so up it and on to the deck.
The weather was fair, and a moon like a wheel made everything as
visible as if it were daytime. The decks shone silver and the sky was
as blue as I have ever seen it; but the sea, as far as eye could reach,
appeared to be wholly covered with a white froth, which rose and fell
with the waves like a counterpane of lace upon a sleeper. All that
there was to see I saw in a single glance; in another second the deck
was full of people.
Captain Marmaduke came on deck clad only in his shirt and breeches,
and Lancelot was by his side a moment after in like habit. At first the
sailors rushed hither and thither in alarm and confusion, but Cornelys
Jensen brought them to order in a few moments, while Hatchett and half
a dozen of the men proceeded to reassure the passengers and to keep
them from crowding on to the deck. All this happened in shorter time
than I can take to set it down, and yet after a fashion, too, it seemed
Captain Marmaduke rushed up to the watch and caught him by the
shoulder. 'What have you done?' he said; 'you have lost the ship!'
The man shook himself away from the Captain's hand.
'It was no fault of mine,' he said between his teeth. 'I took all
the care I could. I saw all this froth at a distance, and I asked the
steersman what it was, and he told me that it was but the sea showing
white under the light of the moon.'
Captain Marmaduke gave a little groan of despair.
'What is to be done?' he asked. 'Where are we?'
'God only knows where we are,' the man answered, still in that
sullen, shamefaced way. 'But for sure we are fast upon a bank that I
never heard tell of ere this night.'
As they were thus talking, and all around were full of
consternation, I saw that Marjorie had come up from below and was
standing very still by the companion head. She had flung a great cloak
on over her night-rail, and though her face was pale in the moonlight
she was as calm as if she were in church. When I came nigh her she
asked me, in a low, firm voice, what had happened.
I told her all that I knewhow the ship had by mischance run on
some bank through the whiteness of the moonlight misleading the
steersman. With another woman, maybe, I should have striven to make as
light as possible of the matter, but with Marjorie I knew that there
was no such need. I told her all that had chanced and of the peril we
were in, as I should have done to a man.
[Illustration: SHE HAD FLUNG A GREAT CLOAK ON.]
When I had done speaking she said very quietly: 'Is there any hope
for the ship?'
I shook my head. 'I am very much afraid' I began.
She interrupted me with a little sigh, and stepped forward to where
Captain Marmaduke stood giving his orders very composedly. Lancelot was
busy with Jensen in reassuring the women-folk and getting the men-folk
into order. I must say that they all behaved very well. With many of
the men, old soldiers and sailors as they were, it was natural enough
to carry themselves with coolness in time of peril, but the women
showed no less bravely. This, indeed, was largely due to the example
set them by Barbara Hatchett, who acted all through that wild hour as a
sailor's daughter and a sailor's wife should act. Her composure and her
loud, commanding voice and encouraging manner did wonders in soothing
the women-kind, and in putting out of their heads the foolish thoughts
which lead to foolish actions.
Marjorie went up to Lancelot and laid her hand upon his sleeve. He
looked at her with the smile he always gave when he greeted her, and he
spoke to her as he might have spoken if he and she had been standing
together on the downs of Sendennis instead of on that nameless reef in
that nameless danger.
'Well, dear,' he said, 'what is it?'
'What do you wish me to do?' she asked.
'Comfort the women-folk, dear,' he answered. Then, catching sight as
the wind moved her cloak of her night-rail, he added quickly: 'Run down
and dress first.'
'Is there truly time?'
'Aye, aye, time and to spare. We may float the ship yet, God
willing. Do as I bid you.'
She lingered for a moment, and said softly:
'If anything should happen, let me be next you at the last.'
I was standing near enough to hear, and the tears came into my eyes.
Lancelot caught his sister's hand and pressed it as he would have
pressed the hand of a comrade. Then she turned away and slipped
I am glad to remember that good order prevailed in the face of our
common peril. Our colonists, men and women, kept very quiet, and the
sailors, under Cornelys Jensen, acted with untiring zeal. I must say to
his credit that Jensen proved a cool hand in the midst of a misfortune
which must have come as a special misfortune to himself. It is a
curious fact, and I know not how to account for it, unless by the smart
knock on my head and the confusion of events that followed upon it, but
all memory of what I had seen and heard In Jensen's cabin had slipped
from my mind. NoI will not say all memory. While I watched him
working, and while I worked with him, my headwhich still ached sorely
after my tumblewas troubled, besides its own pain, with the pain of
groping after a recollection. I knew that there was something in my
mind which concerned Cornelys Jensen, something which I wanted to
recall, something which I ought to recall, something which I could not
for the life of me recall. What with my fall, and the danger to the
ship, and the strain of the toil to meet that danger, that page of my
memory was folded over, and I could not turn it back. I have heard of
like cases and even stranger; of men forgetting their own names and
very identity after some such accident as mine. All I had forgotten was
the evil scene in Jensen's cabin, the three evil schemers, their evil
I was a pretty skilled seaman now, thanks to my Captain's patience
and my own eagerness, and I was able to lend a hand at the work with
the best. The first thing we did was to throw the lead, and sorry
information it yielded us. For we found that we had forty-eight feet of
water before the vessel and much less behind her. It was then proposed
that we should throw our cannon overboard, in the hope that when our
ship was lightened of so much heavy metal she might by good hap be
brought to float again. I remember as well as yesterday the face of
Cornelys Jensen when this determination was arrived at. He saw that it
must be done, but the necessity pricked him bitterly. 'There's no help
for it,' he said aloud to Hatchett, with a sigh. Captain Marmaduke took
the expression, as I afterwards learnt, as one of pity for him and his
ship and her gear of war. But it set me racking my tired brain again
for that lost knowledge about Jensen which would have made his meaning
plain to me.
It was further decided to let fall an anchor, but while the men were
employed upon this piece of work the conditions under which we toiled
changed greatly for the worse. Black clouds came creeping up all round
the sky, which blotted out the moonlight and changed all that white
foam into curdling ink, and with the coming of these clouds the wind
began to rise, at first little and moaningly, like a child in pain, and
then suddenly very loudly indeed, until it grew to a great storm, that
brought with it sheets of the most merciless rain that I had then ever
witnessed. Now, indeed, we were in dismal case, wrapped up as we were
in all the horrors of darkness, of rain and of wind, which added not
merely a gloom to our situation, but vastly increased danger. For our
ship, surrounded as she was with rocks and shoals, though she might
have lain quiet enough while the sea was calm, now before the fury of
the waves kept continually striking, and I could see that the fear of
every man was that she would shortly go to pieces.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE NIGHT AND MORNING
It seemed such a heart-breaking thing to be hitched in that place,
so immovable, while the seas were slapping us and the wind so foully
misbehaving, that I declare I could have wept for bitterness of spirit.
But it was no time for weeping; we had other guesswork on hand, and we
buckled to our work with a will. We agreed that the straightest course
open to us was to cut away the mainmast, and this we promptly set about
doing. There are few sadder sights in the world than to see stout
fellows striving with all their strength to hew down the mainmast of a
goodly ship. The fall of a great tree in a forest preaches its sermon,
but not with half the poignancy of a noble mast which men who love
their vessel are compelled to cast overboard. As the axes rose and fell
it seemed to me as if their every stroke dealt me a hurt at the heart.
As the white wood flew it would not have surprised me if blood had
followed upon the blowas I have read the like concerning a tree in
some old taleso dear was the ship to me. A man's first ship is like a
man's first love, and grips him hard, and he parts from neither without
agony. When at last our purpose was accomplished, and the mast swayed
to its fall, I could have sat me down and blubbered like a baby.
And yet in another moment, so strange is the ordering of human
affairs and so much irony is there in the lessons of life, we who were
all ready to weep for the loss of our mainmast would have been only too
glad to say good-bye to it. For while its fall augmented the shock, and
made us in worse case that way, we were not lightened of it for all our
pains, for it was so entangled with the rigging that we could not for
all our efforts get it overboard. We were now in sheer desperation, for
it did not seem as if we could ever get our ship free, but must needs
bide there in our agony until she broke and gave us all to the waters.
But a little after there came a gleam of hope, for the furious wind and
rain abated, and finally fell away altogether, and at last the longest
night I had ever known came to an end, and the dawn came creeping up to
the sky as I had often seen it come creeping when I awakened early
lying on my bed in Sendennis. Oh, the joy to hail the daylight again,
and yet what a terrible condition of things the daylight showed to us!
There was our ship stuck fast on the bank; there was her deck all
encumbered with the fallen mast and the twisted ropes and the riven
sails. Every man's face was as white as a dish, and there was fear in
every man's eyes. Nor was it longer possible to pacify all the
women-folk or the children, now that the daylight showed them the full
extent of their disaster, and every now and then they would break forth
into cries or fits of sobbing which were pitiful to hear. Marjorie did
much to calm their terrors, as did Barbara Hatchett, both of whom
showed very brave and calm; and, indeed, the only pleasing memory of
all that time of terror is the thought of those two women, the one in
all the pride of her dark beauty, the other in all the glory of her
fair loveliness, moving about like ministering angels amongst all those
people whom the sudden peril of death had made so fearful and so
helpless. The beautiful woman and the beautiful maidnone on board had
braver hearts than they!
You may imagine with what eagerness we scanned the sea for any sight
of land. But though Captain Amber searched the whole horizon with his
spy-glass, we could find nothing better than an island which lay off
from us at a distance of about two leagues, and what seemed to be a
smaller island, which lay further from us. This did not offer any great
promise of refuge to us, but as it was apparently the only hope we had
we all strove to make the best of it, and to pretend to be greatly
rejoiced at the sight of even so much land.
Captain Amber immediately ordered Hatchett to man one of the ship's
boats and to make for those islands to examine them, a task that now
presented no difficulty, for the wind had fallen away and the sea was
smooth as it had been turbulent. I would fain have gone with the boat
for the sake of the change, for I was sick at heart of the moaning and
the groaning of the poor wretches on board, but Captain Amber did not
send me, and I had no right to volunteer; and, besides, I was still
troubled by a confused sense of something that I had to tell him; some
danger that I was instinctively seeking to ward off from himand from
There was something piteous in the sight of that single boat
creeping slowly across the sea towards those distant islands, and I
watched it as it grew smaller and smaller, until it was little more
than a mere speck upon the waters.
Everything depended for us upon the fortunes of that boat, upon the
tidings that it might bring back to us. I am proud to say that my
thoughts went out across that sea to the home where my mother was, who
prayed day and night for her boy's safety, and that my lips repeated
that prayer she had taught me while I supplicated Heaven with all
humility of heart, if it were His will, to bring us out of that peril.
We spent the time during the boat's absence in clearing the decks as
well as we might, in renewing our efforts to pacify our women-kind, and
in fresh attempts, which, however, were unavailing, to get our mast
overboard. Captain Amber had gathered together those of his men who
were old soldiers, and, having addressed them in a stirring speech,
which made my blood beat more warmly, he set them to various tasks in
preparation for what now appeared to be inevitableour leaving the
ship. The brave fellows behaved as obediently as if they had been on
parade, as courageously as if they had been going into action. They
were picked men of fine mettle, and they were yet to be tested by
severer tests, and to stand the test well.
At about nine o'clock or a little later the boat returned. We could
see it, of course, a long way off, as it made its course towards us,
but none of those on board made any sign to us, which we took, and
rightly, too, to be a sign of no great cheer. Then our hopes, which had
begun to run a little higher, ebbed away again, and we waited in
silence for the boat to come alongside and for Hatchett to climb on
board and to make his report to Captain Marmaduke. This he did in
private, Captain Marmaduke taking him a little apart, while we all
looked on and hungered for the news.
We had not long to wait, and when it came it was not so bad as we
had feared, if it was not so good as some of us had hoped for.
Captain Amber came forward to the middle of the deck, where
everybody was assembled waiting for the tidings.
'Friends and companions,' he said, 'our explorers report that yonder
island is far from inhospitable. It is not covered by the sea at high
water, as we feared at first; it is much larger than it seems to us at
this distance; there will be ample room for us all during the short
time that we may have to abide there before we sight a ship. I must
indeed admit to you that the coast is both rocky and full of shoals,
and that the landing thereupon will not be without its difficulties,
and even its dangers, but we came out prepared to face difficulties and
dangers if needs were, and these shall not dismay us. As for the
further island, we may learn of that later.'
He looked very gallant as he said all this, standing there with the
morning sunlight shining upon his brave face and upon his fine
coatfor by this time he was fully habited and in his best, as
beseemeth the leader of an expedition when about to disembark upon an
unfamiliar shore. All around him had listened in silence while he
spoke, but now, at the close, some of the soldier-fellows set up a kind
of cheer in answer to his speech. It was not very much of a cheer, but
it was better than nothing in our dismal case. It served to set our
bloods tingling a little, so Lancelot and I caught it up, and kept it
up too, with the whole strength of our lungs, till the example spread,
and soon we had every man on deck huzzaing his best, while Cornelys
Jensen and Hatchett swung their caps and lifted their voices with the
best. It was a strange sound, that hearty British cheer ringing out
through that lonely air; it was a strange sight, all those stout
fellows marshalled as best they might on the sloping deck and fanning
their scanty hopes into a flame with shouting, while the ruined mast,
thrust over the side, pointed curiously enough straight in the
direction of those islands whose hospitable qualities we were soon to
It was soon decided, after a brief conference between Captain Amber
and Cornelys Jensen, that we should transfer our company as fast as
might be to the near island, for there was no knowing when the smooth
weather might shift again and how long our Royal Christopher would hold
together if the waves, which were now lapping against its sides, grew
angrier. It was resolved that the most pressing business was to send on
shore at once the women and children and such sick people as we had on
board, for these, as was but natural, were the most troublesome for us
to deal with in our difficulty, being timorous and noisy with their
fears, and setting a bad example.
So when it was about ten of the clock, or maybe later, for the time
slipped by rapidly, we got loose our shallop and our skiff and lowered
them into the water, and got most of the women and the children and the
sick folk into them and sent them off, poor creatures, across the waste
of waters to the islands. Barbara Hatchett went with them, for her
firmness and courage served rarely to keep them quiet and inspire them
with some little fortitude. As for Marjorie, she would by no means
leave the ship so long as Lancelot was on board, so she stayed with us,
at which I could not help in my heart being glad, in spite of the
danger that there was to everyone who stuck by the ship.
While these first boat loads were away we on board made efforts for
the provisioning of our new home, getting up the bread and such viands
as we could, and packing them in as portable a manner as might be for
the next journey. But by this time unhappily we began to be threatened
by a fresh trouble. No sooner were we free from the women-folk and the
children, whose presence had hampered us so sorely, than a far more
pressing vexation came upon us. For certain of the sailors, who up to
this point had behaved well enough, suddenly flung aside their good
behaviour. They had got at the wine, of which, unhappily, in the first
confusion of our mischance no care had been taken, and many of them
were roaring drunk, and capable of doing little service beyond shouting
and cursing at one another. When Cornelys Jensen saw this he did his
best to prevent them, and though some of them were too sullen to obey
him, he did at last contrive with threats and oaths to keep such of the
sailors as were still sober away from the liquor. By this time
Lancelot, facing the new danger, got from his uncle the key of the
storeroom where the arms were kept, and served out weapons to all those
on board who had been soldiers and who loved Captain Amber. A pretty
body of men they made, each with a musket on his shoulder, a hanger by
his side, and a brace of pistols in his belt. They were all reliable
menmany of them, indeed, had experienced religion, and had in them
something of the old Covenanting spirit, which had worked such wonders
under General Cromwell.
I could see that Cornelys Jensen was very ill-pleased with this act
on our part, but he could say nothing, for the thing was done before he
could say or do aught to prevent it, and very fortunate it was that we
had done so betimes, for now Captain Marmaduke had under him a body of
sober, disciplined, well-armed men, who would obey him and stand by him
to the last extremity. I myself had slung a hanger by my side and
thrust a brace of pistols into my girdle, and I believe that I
well-nigh rejoiced in the peril which gave me the chance to carry those
weapons and to make, as I fancied, so brave a show. Lancelot armed
himself too in like fashion, for he served as second in command of our
little troop under Captain Amber. For my part, I held no rank indeed in
the little army, but I looked upon myself as a kind of aide-de-camp
to my Captain.
With half a dozen of those men we gathered together all the cases of
wine that had been brought out and placed them back in the spirit room,
over which we mounted two men as guard. It was idle to try and lock the
door, for the lock had been shattered, possibly when we ran aground,
and would not hold. But we locked the door of the room where our
weapons and ammunition were, and placed another guard there.
I think many of the sailors were mightily annoyed at this action of
ours, and gladly would have resented it. But there was nothing they
could do just then, and though Cornelys Jensen was more savage than any
of them, he wore a smooth face, and kept them in check by his
authority. Though we did not dream of it then, it was a mighty blessing
for us, that same shipwreck, for if it had not come about just when it
did worse would have happened. As matters now stood, our little
partyfor it was becoming pretty plain that there were two parties in
the shipwas well-armed, while the sailors had no other weapons than
CHAPTER XIX. HOW SOME OF US GOT TO
But between our need for watchfulness and the drunkenness of many of
the crew the time slipped away without our doing as much as we should
have done under happier conditions. Thanks to the confusion that their
wantonness had caused, we did but make three trips in all to the island
in that day, in which three trips we managed to send over about fifty
persons, with some twenty barrels of bread and a few casks of water.
Had we been wiser we should have sent more water, for we could not tell
how distressed we might become for want of it on the shore if we did
not find any spring of fair water on the island. However, I am
recording what we did, and not what we ought to have done, and I can
assure my friends that if ever they find themselves in such straits as
we were in that night and day they will have reason to be thankful if
they manage to keep all their wits about them, and to conduct their
affairs with the same wisdom that they, as I make no doubt, display in
less pressing hours. For myself, my wits were still wool-gathering,
still were striving to remember something which for the life of me I
could not manage to remember.
It was well-nigh evening, and twilight was making the distant land
indistinct, when Hatchett came back from the last of those three
voyages with very unpleasant tidingsthat it was no use for us to send
over any more provisions to the island, as those who had been
disembarked there were only wasting that which they had already
received. Indeed, Hatchett painted a gloomy picture of the conduct of
those colonists who were now on shore, declaring that they had cast all
discipline and decorum to the winds, and that they needed stern
treatment if they were to be prevented from breaking out into open
There were, of course, a great variety of folk among our colonists,
and many of them were weak and foolish creatures enough, as there
always will be weak and foolish creatures in any community of human
beings until the human race grows into perfection, as some philosophers
maintain that it will. Now, it certainly was precisely this element in
our little society that had been shipped off to the island, for, with
the women and children, it was the men who were most womanlike in their
noise, or most childlike in their fears, whose safety we had first
ensured. From what our Captain knew of these people, well-meaning
enough under ordinary conditions, but timorous and foolish under
conditions such as we now were in, he guessed that disorganisation and
disturbance might be likely enough. Therefore he resolved, and his
resolve was approved both by Hatchett and by Jensen, that he would go
over himself to the island and restore order among the malcontents.
Now I will confess that when I heard of this my heart sank, for I
took it for granted that Marjorie would go with Captain Marmaduke, and
indeed it seemed only right that she should go rather than remain upon
the Royal Christopher with only a parcel of rough men aboard her, and
those rough men sorely divided in purpose, and each division
mistrustful of the other. All through those long hours of shipwreck
sorrow my spirits had been cheered by the sight of her beauty and the
example of her calm. She weathered the calamity with the bravest
temper; never cast down, never assuming a false elation, but bearing
herself in all just as a true man would like the woman he loved to bear
herself in stress and peril. I have read of a maid in France ages back
who raised armies to drive my ancestors out of her fatherland and I
think that maid must have looked as my maid did and had the same
blessed grace to inspire courage and love and service.
So when I thought that Marjorie was about to quit the ship I felt
such a sudden wrench at my heart as made me feel sick and dizzy, like a
man about to faint. The water came into my eyes with the saltness of
the sea, and words without meaningwords of pain, and grief, and
longingseemed to seek a form at my lips and then to perish without a
breath. But at last, with an effort, I shook myself free of my stupor.
I might never see her again, I told myself; this might be our latest
parting, there on that wretched deck, in that crowd of faces painted
with fear and fury, with the sullen sea about us which would so soon
divide us. Come what might come of it, I swore that I would say my say
and not carry the regret of a fool's silence to my grave. For though my
heart seemed to beat like the drums of a dozen garrisons, I made my way
across the slippery deck to where the girl stood, for the moment alone,
with the wind flapping her hair about and blowing her gown against her.
She was looking out at the island when I came close, and there was so
much noise aboard and beyond that she did not hear my coming till I
stood beside her, and called her name into her ear. Then she turned her
pale face to me, and small blame to her to look pale in those terrors;
but her eyes had all their brightness, and there was no sign of fear in
them or on her lips. I thought her more beautiful than ever as she
stood there, so calm in all that savage scene of ruin, so brave at a
time when stout men shook with fear.
'Marjorie,' I said, 'I want to tell you something. I hope in God's
mercy that we may meet again, but God alone knows if we ever shall. And
so I want to tell you that, whatever happens to me, sick or well, in
danger or out of it, I am your servant, and that your name will be in
my heart to the end.'
She had heard me in quiet, but there was a wonder in her face as she
listened to the words I stumbled over. In fear to be misunderstood, I
spoke again in an agony.
'Marjorie,' I said, 'dear Marjorie, I should never have dared to
tell you but for this hour. But I may never see you again, and I love
And then I lost command of myself and my words, and begged her
incoherently to forgive me, and to think kind thoughts of me if this
were indeed farewell. She was silent for a moment, and there came no
change over her face. Then she said softly:
'Why do you tell me this now? Is there some new danger?'
I stared at her in wonder.
'Marjorie,' I cried, 'Marjorie, are you not going to leave the
ship?' She shook her head.
'I stay with Lancelot,' she answered quietly. 'It is an old promise
between us. Where he is I abide. That is our compact.'
I cannot find any words for the fulness of joy that flooded my heart
as Marjorie spoke. I would still be near her; the ruined ship remain a
sacred dwelling. But in my error I had blundered, overbold, and I tried
to explain confusedly.
'Marjorie,' I said, 'I thought you were going and I dared to tell
you the truth. It is the truth indeed, but I should not have told it.'
She held out her hand to me with a kind smile as I clasped it.
'We are good friends,' she said. 'You and I and Lancelot. Let us
remember nothing but that, that we are good friends, we three. I always
think well of you; always deserve that I shall think well of you. Be
always brave and good and God bless you!'
She let go my hand as she spoke and I turned away and left her,
stirred by a thousand joys and fears and wonders.
By this time Captain Amber had made all his preparations, albeit
with no small reluctance, to quit the ship. He picked out some ten of
his men from those that had served him of old and that were now
equipped as men of war. Then he formally entrusted to Lancelot the ship
and the lives of all aboard her. Marjorie, who now came to him, he
kissed very tenderly, making no attempt to urge her to accompany him.
He knew the two so well and their love and loyalty each to the other.
Then he took me by the hand and bade me serve Lancelot as I would serve
him, which I faithfully and gladly promised to do, and so he went over
the side into the skiff, with his men and Hatchett, and the sailors
that were handling the skiff, and made his way towards the island.
It was now that a thing came to pass which relieved my mind of a
care only to increase our anxieties. When the skiff was a little way
from the ship my Captain, looking back to where we lay, drew from his
pocket his kerchief, which was a big and brightly-coloured kerchief,
such as men love who follow the sea, and waved it in our direction as a
signal of farewell, and, no doubt, of encouragement. Now, I cannot
quite tell the train of thought which the sight of that action aroused
in my mind, but I think that it was something after this fashion. The
waving of that kerchief reminded me of the waving of a flag, and the
moment that the word flag came into my mind I suddenly remembered what
it was that I had been trying to remember through all those weary
hours. As in a mirror I saw again the interior of Jensen's cabin and
the beautiful face of Barbara, smiling as she stooped over her hideous
standard. I saw again that vile black flag, and as the picture painted
itself upon my brain the consciousness of our peril came upon me in all
Without a doubt, the first thing to do was to tell Lancelot what I
knew. It was too late now to tell the Captain. Even if he were not too
far to see and understand such signals as we might make to him to
return, it would not do to let Jensen and the rest of the crew know
that we had fathomed their treachery. So I argued the matter to myself.
It was certain that Jensen had no notion that I was any sharer in his
dark secret, for though I could read in his face his dislike, I could
see there no distrust of us. The first thing to be done was to break
the bad news to Lancelot.
I drew Lancelot aside and told him what I had seen. At first he was
amazed and incredulous; amazed because I had not warned Captain Amber
before, and incredulous because, when I explained my forgetfulness
through my fall and the hurt to my head, he would needs have it that I
imagined the whole matter. But I was so confident in my tale that I
shook his disbeliefat least, so far that he declared himself willing
to take all possible precautions.
As matters stood we seemed to be in the better case. We had
well-trained, well-armed men on our side; we had the supply of arms and
ammunition in our care and under our guard; if the sailors were more
numerous than we, they were practically unarmed. It was clear to both
Lancelot and myself that the shipwreck, which had seemed so great a
misfortune, was really the means of averting a more terrible calamity.
We could not doubt that the intention of Jensen and his accomplices had
been to seize the ship suddenly, taking us unawares when we were
asleep, cutting most of our throats, very likely, and, after seizing
upon the supply of arms, overawing such of the colonists and others as
should be unwilling to convert the noble Royal Christopher into a
CHAPTER XX. A BAD NIGHT
Now our Captain had not been very long gone when the fair weather
proved as fitful as a woman's mood, and the smiling skies grew sullen.
That same moaning of the wind which we had heard with such terror on
the preceding evening began to be heard again, and its sound struck a
chill into all our hearts. The evening sky waxed darker, and the water
that had been placable all day grew mutinous and mounted into
wavesnot very mighty waves, indeed, but big enough to make us all
fearsome for the safety of our ship, for where the Royal Christopher
was, perched upon that bank of ill omen, the force of the water was
always greatest in any agitation, and there was ever present to our
minds the chance that she might go to pieces before some sudden
onslaught of the sea. In the face of that common peril we all forgot
our watchfulness of each other, and Jensen and the sailors worked as
earnestly to do all they could for the safety of our vessel as on our
side Lancelot and I and the stout fellows under our command worked.
It was in all this trouble and hubbub that Marjorie showed herself
to be the gallantest girl in the world. She was resolved to stay with
Lancelot, but she was no less resolved to hamper him not at all by her
presence. So when I came at dusk to the Captain's cabin to consult with
Lancelot, who had shifted his quarters thither, I found his sister with
him, but very changed in outward seeming. For she had slipped on a
sea-suit of Lancelot's and her limbs were hid in a pair of seaman's
boots and her fair hair coiled out of sight under a seaman's cap, and
in this sea change she made the fairest lad in the world and might have
been my Lancelot's brother to a hasty eye. She had a mind, she said, to
play the man till fortune mended, and vowed to take her share of work
with the best of us. At which Lancelot smiled sweetly and commended her
wisdom in changing her rig, and as for me I would have adored her more
than before, had that been possible, to find her so adaptable to
danger. But there was little for her to do save to encourage us with
her comradeship, and that she did bravely through it all, acting as any
boy messmate might, and taking her place so naturally and simply in
those hours of trial that it was not until later that I thought how
strangely and how rarely she carried herself and how quietly she played
[Illustration: HER FAIR HAIR WAS COILED OUT OF SIGHT UNDER A
I shall never forget that terrible night on board the ship, with the
waves smacking our poor sides, that groaned at every blow, and the wind
moaning through the ruined rigging in a kind of sobbing way, as if all
the elements were joining in a requiem for our foredoomed lives. There
was never a moment when we could be sure that the next might not be our
last; never a moment when we could not tell that the next wave might
not sweep the ship with riven timbers into hopeless wreck, and plunge
us poor wretches into the stormy seas to struggle for a few seconds
desperately and unavailingly for our lives.
Through all that dismal night there was but little for us to do, and
so I passed a portion of my time in the cabin fortifying my heart with
the perusal of the book Mr. Davies gave me. I did not on that night
neglect the thoughts of religion. Indeed, if I had been of a mind to,
which Heaven be praised I was not, I could not have very well done so.
For among our people there was a reverend man, one Mr. Ephraim Ebrow,
whom extreme poverty had tempted to accompany Captain Amber's party,
and this excellent man was at all times ready to deliver an
exhortation, or to favour us with readings from the Holy Book. He was
truly one of the Church Militant, and came of an old fanatique stock,
and in moments of danger he was as gallant and as calm as any seasoned
adventurer. He had a very fine voice, and it was no slight pleasure to
hear him put up a prayer, or deliver a sermon, or read out chapters of
the Scriptures in the authorised version. He himself, because he was no
mean scholar, was wont to search the Scriptures from a Hebrew copy
which he always carried with him. On this night he read to us many
portions of the Scriptures, and got us to pray with him, and did many
things of the kind that went to stay our alarm and strengthen our trust
in the merciful wisdom of Providence. But that I found balm in the Holy
Word was no reason why I should not find courage also from the plain
words of a plain swordsman. So I read in my book by the light of a
ship's lantern, and tried to give my thoughts to the exercise of
While I was reading thus in the cabin the door swung ajar, for ever
since the accident the furniture of the ship was all put out of gear.
Presently I heard the tramping of feet along the passage, and then the
door was pushed open and Cornelys Jensen stood in the doorway and
stared at me. I lifted my eyes and stared back at him.
'This is a wise way of passing the time,' he said with a sneer.
'Book-learning, forsooth, when the ship may go to pieces every
The tone of his voice galled me, and I answered him angrily,
'I am no bookman,' I said. 'But there is nothing to do at this hour,
and I feel no need for sleep.' For we had divided the night in watches,
but I was wakeful as a hare that is being chased, and could not close
my eyes to any purpose.
'Nay,' said I, 'there are worse things than reading a good book.
Where is your black flag, Master Jensen?'
You should have seen how, just for a moment, he glared at me. He was
armed, of course, and I think at that moment that he was sorely minded
to take my life. But I had a pistol on the table, and my hand lay on
the pistol, and the muzzle pointed across the table very straightly in
the direction of Cornelys Jensen. Then the angry look fell away from
his face, and he broke into long, low laughter, moving his head slowly
up and down, and fixing me very keenly with his bright eyes.
'You are a smart lad,' he said at last. 'What the plague have you to
do with my black flag?'
'What have you to do with it were a question more to the point,' I
answered him, and I make no doubt now that in speaking as I did I was
doing a very foolish thing. But I was only a boy, and inexperienced,
and indeed all my life I have been given to blurting out things that
mayhap I had better have kept to myself.
He laughed again.
'Nay,' he said, 'it is one of my most treasured possessions. I
hauled it down with mine own hands from a pirate ship in my youth, when
we captured the bark of that nefarious sea rover Captain Anthony. I
have carried it with me for luck ever since, and it has always brought
me luckalways till now.' Then he nodded his head again slowly twice
or thrice. 'I will give it to you if you wish, Master Ralph,' he said;
'I will give it to you for luck.'
'I do not want it,' I said angrily, being somewhat confused with the
turn things had taken. 'I am not superstitious for luck.'
Which indeed was not true, for I never met a seaman yet who was not
superstitious; but I was wrathful, and I knew not what to say.
'Very well,' he said, 'very well. But you are welcome to it if you
Then he went out of the cabin without another word and drew the door
behind him. I sat still for some seconds listening to the sound of his
Now I was bitterly vexed with myself. I had done a vain thing. I had
put Jensen upon his guard by showing him that I knew something at least
of his purposes, and I had put it into his power to offer a very ready
explanation of suspicious circumstances. Indeed, how was I to know that
what he said was not true? There was nothing whatever on the face of it
unlikely, and if he told such a story to Captain Marmaduke, why, it was
ten chances to one that Captain Marmaduke would implicitly believe in
him. For there was no doubt about it, Captain Marmaduke had a great
regard for Cornelys Jensen.
There was nothing for it but to tell Lancelot of what Jensen had
said, and I did this with all dispatch. My statement had at least the
effect of convincing Lancelot that I had in very fact seen what I had
described to him about the flag. But I could see that Jensen's
explanation had its effect upon him very much as I felt sure that it
would have its effect upon Captain Marmaduke. Lancelot had nothing like
the same regard for Jensen that his uncle had, but I knew that he did
follow his uncle's lead in trusting him.
'You see, Ralph,' he said to me, 'this is a very likely story.
Jensen is an old sailor. My uncle has told me a thousand times that he
has served against pirates in his youth. What more natural than that he
should preserve such a trophy of his prowess as the captured flag of
some such villain as that same Captain Anthony, of whom I have often
heard? But we will be watchful none the less, and well on our guard.'
I could see that Lancelot did not share my fears as regarded Jensen,
although he was troubled by the mutinous carriage of certain of the
crew. I know that I was very apprehensive and unhappy, and that it
seemed to me as if that night would never end.
CHAPTER XXI. RAFTS
When the day did break at last it brought no great degree of comfort
with it. We were surrounded by a yellow, yeasty sea, and the air was so
thick that the islands on which our lives depended seemed but shapeless
shadows in the distance. Still the wind had abated somewhat, but the
swell was very strong, and we were without any means of attempting to
leave the vessel.
When it was quite morning, and the sky cleared a little, we saw the
skiff, with the Captain on board, beating about on the water and trying
to make for us. But in this he was not able to succeed, for the waves
were running so high that it would have been quite impossible either to
bring the skiff alongside or to get on board our vessel if he had done
so. We could see the Captain standing up in the bows of the boat and
signalling to us, and it made our hearts sick to be able to see him and
to be unable to know what he wanted or what we ought to do.
At this moment one of the menhe was the ship's carpenter, and a
decent, honest sort of fellowsaid that he was a very good swimmer,
and that he thought he could reach the skiff in that way. He was so
very confident of his own powers that though we were somewhat unwilling
to let him risk his life, he did in the end prevail upon Lancelot to
let him make the attempt.
The man stripped and was into the sea in a moment, fighting bravely
with the billows that buffeted him. It was a good sight to see him
slowly forging his way through that yellow, clapping water; it is
always a good sight to see a strong man or a brave man doing a daring
thing for the sake of other people. We watched his body as he swam; he
was but a common man, but his skin seemed as white as a woman's in that
foul spume, and his black hair, which he wore long, streamed in a rail
upon the water as a woman's might. But I do not think the woman ever
lived who could swim as that man swam.
We watched him grow smaller and smaller, and most of us prayed for
him silently as he fought his way through the waters. At last we saw
that he had reached the skiff, and we could see that he was being
pulled over the side. Then there came a long intervaloh, how long it
seemed to us, as we watched the leaping waves and the distant skiff
that leaped upon them, and wondered if the man's strength would carry
him back again to us! By-and-byit was not really such a very long
time, but it seemed like centuriesLancelot, who was looking through
his spy-glass, said that the man was going over the skiff's side again.
Then we all held our breaths and waited.
So it was; the fellow was swimming steadily back to us. It was plain
enough to see that he was sorely fatigued, and that he was husbanding
his strength, but every stroke that he gave was a steady stroke and a
true stroke, and every stroke brought him a bit nearer to where we lay.
And at last his black head was looking up at us beneath our hull, and
in another second he had caught a rope and was on the deck again,
dripping like a dog, and hard pushed for lack of breath.
Lancelot gave him a measure of rum with his own hands, and by-and-by
his wind came back to him, and he found his voice to speak as he
struggled into his clothes.
What he had to tell was not very cheering. He had given Captain
Amber a faithful picture of our perils and our privations, and Captain
Amber had made answer that he was sorry for us with all his heart, and
only wished that he was in the danger with us. Which we knew very well
to be true, though, indeed, the good gentleman was in scarcely less
His orders to us were that we should with all speed construct rafts
by tying together the planks of which we had abundance, and that we
should embark upon these rafts and so try to make the shallop and the
skiff, which would bear us in safety to the islands.
It was not tempting to make rafts and trust them and ourselves upon
them to the sea that was churning and creaming beneath us, but it
seemed to be well-nigh the only thing to do, and it was the Captain's
orders, and we prepared to set to work and execute his commands. But we
had scarce begun to tie a couple of planks together before it was plain
that our labour would be in vain. For even while the man had been
telling his tale the weather had grown much rougher, and we could see
that the skiff was unable to remain longer near to us, but had to turn
back for her own safety to the islands. I felt very sure that Captain
Amber must be in anguish, having thus to leave us, his dear Lancelot
and some seventy of his sailors and followers, on board a vessel that
might cease to be a vessel at any moment.
Now we were in very desperate straits indeed, and some of us seemed
tempted to give ourselves over to despair. If it had not been for the
steadiness of those that were under Lancelot, I feel sure that the most
part of the sailors would have paid no further heed to Jensen's
counsels, but would have incontinently drunk themselves into stupor or
madness, and so perished miserably.
But our men, if they were resigned to their fate, were resolved to
meet it like Christians and stout fellows, and as we were the
well-armed party the others had, sullenly enough, to fall in with our
wishes. And Lancelot's wishes were that all hands should employ
themselves still in the making of those rafts, so that if the weather
did mend we should be able to take advantage of the improvement ere it
shifted again. Though the water was beating up in great waves all about
us, we were so tightly fixed upon our bank that we were well-nigh
immovable, and it was possible for us to work pretty patiently and
persistently through all the dirty weather. But though we worked hard
and well, it took up the fag-end of that day and the whole of the next
to get our two rafts ready for the sea, which was by that time more
ready for them, as the storm had again abated.
CHAPTER XXII. WE LOSE CORNELYS
It was on the night when we had well-nigh finished our two rafts
that a very unexpected thing happeneda thing which I took at the time
to be a piece of good fortune, but which, as it happened, proved to be
a misfortune for some of us. The unexpected event was, namely, that we
lost Cornelys Jensen; and this was the way in which the thing came
The nights during that spell of foul weather were very dark and
moonless, not because there was no moon, though she was now waning into
her last quarter, but because of the quantity of clouds that muffled up
the face of the heavens and hid the moon and the stars from us. But we
made shift as well as we could, working hard all the time that the
daylight lasted, and giving up the night to the rest we were all in
such sore need of. Of course, the usual discipline of the ship was
preserved, the usual watches set, and all observed exactly as if
Captain Amber himself had been aboard, for, though the Royal
Christopher was sadly shaken, she was still uninjured as to her inward
parts, and we were all able to sleep under cover and out of the way of
wind or weather.
On the night before the weather mended, although it was not my watch
and I was below in my cabin, I found that I could not sleep. The air
was close and oppressive, full of a heat that heralded, though I did
not know it, the coming of a spell of fine weather. I was feverish and
distressed of body, and tossed for long enough in my hammock, trying
very hard to get to sleep; but, though I was tired as a dog, the grace
of sleep would not come to me. At last, in very desperation, I resolved
to continue the struggle no longer. If I could not sleep I could not,
and there was an end of it. I would go on deck and get there a little
air to cool my hot body.
So up on deck I went and looked about me. All was quiet, all was
dark. Here and there a ship's lanthorn made a star in the gloom; the
ship seemed like a black rock rising out of blackness. I could hear the
tread of the watch; I could hear the noisy lapping of the water. There
was no wind, there was no moon; the air seemed to be thick and choking.
I felt scarcely more refreshed than I had been in my cabin, but as I
had come up I thought that I might as well stay up for a bit and have
the benefit of whatever air there was. So I made my way cautiously in
the darkness to the side of the vessel, and, leaning upon the bulwark,
looked out over the sea, and fell to thinking of Marjorie and of my
love for her and all its hopelessness.
Presently I heard voices. Those who spoke drew nearer and nearer to
me, and I soon recognised the speakers as Lancelot and Cornelys Jensen.
At the spot where I was standing a great pile of boxes and water
barrels had been raised for transfer to the rafts, and I, being on the
one side of this pile, was invisible to them as they approached, and
would have been passed unnoticed had the night been brighter than it
was. I could almost hear what they were saying; I am certain that I
heard Jensen utter my name.
I came out of the shadow, or rather out of my cornerfor it was all
shadow alikeand called out Lancelot's name. Lancelot called back to
me, and then I heard Jensen wish him good-night and turn and tramp
heavily down the stairs that led below. He seemed to tramp very
heavily, heavier than was his wont, for he was a light, alert man, even
when his biggest sea-boots were on him, as I make no doubt they now
were. Lancelot joined me, and I drew him with me into the place where I
had been standing, after first casting a glance around the deck to see
that no one was within hearing. All seemed deserted, save for the
distant walk of the watch. We leaned over the bulwark together and
began to talk.
I asked him what Jensen had been saying to him. He told me that
Cornelys had come to him and expressed great surprise and anger at the
doubts which he believed, from my manner and from some words that I had
uttered, I entertained of him. It seemed that he had said again to
Lancelot what he had said to me about the flag; that he insisted that
there was no mystery at all about the matter, but that he was proud of
its possession and superstitious as to its luck, and that he never was
willingly parted from it. At the same time he offered to give it
Lancelot, as he had already offered to give it me, if Lancelot was
minded or wishful to take possession of it; an offer which Lancelot had
I could see from Lancelot's manner that he was largely convinced of
the integrity of Jensen, and I must confess that Jensen's conduct had
given him grounds for confidence, and that I had very little in the way
of reasonable argument to shake that confidence. Still, I made bold to
be somewhat importunate with Lancelot. When he spoke of his uncle's
trust in Jensen's integrity, when he urged the value of Jensen's
services to us on the voyage, and the way in which he had kept the
sailors under control at the first symptom of mutiny, I had, it must be
confessed, little to say in reply that could seriously damage Jensen's
character. But I was so thoroughly convinced of the man's treachery
that I argued hotly, and it may be that as I grew hot I raised my voice
a trifle, which is a way of mine; and, indeed, my voice is never a good
whispering voice. I entreated Lancelot, at all events, to have a very
watchful eye upon Jensen, and I urged that on the first symptom of
anything in the least like double-dealing he should place Jensen under
Lancelot listened to me very patiently. He was impressed by my
earnestness, and at last promised that he would scrutinise Jensen's
actions very narrowly, and that if he saw anything that was at all
suspicious in his demeanour he would immediately take steps to render
him harmless. At this I pressed Lancelot's hand warmly, and was about
to leave him and go below when I fancied that I heard steps stealing
away from us very softly, from the other side of the pile of barrels
and boxes by which we stood. I whipped out of my corner and round the
pile in an instant, but there was no one there, and I could neither see
nor hear anything suspicious. Lancelot declared that I was as
suspicious as an old maid of her neighbour's hens. I echoed his
laughter as well as I could, but I went below again with a heavy heart,
for I was oppressed with a sense of danger which I dreaded the more
because it seemed to lurk in darkness. I had laid me down again with no
very great hope of sleep, but I had no sooner laid my head upon its
pillow than I fell into a most uneasy slumber, in which all my
apprehensions and all our perils seemed to be multiplied and magnified
a hundredfold. A nightmare terror brooded upon my breast. Suddenly I
imagined, in the swift changes of my dream, that we were sinking, and
that the vessel was going to pieces with great crashes. I awoke with a
start, to find that the noises of my dream were being continued into my
waking life. The deck above was noisy with trampling feet and confused
cries. For a moment I sat up, dizzy with surprise, and unable to
realise whether I was awake or asleep. Then I pulled my wits together,
and was on deck in a trice.
I caught hold of a sailor who was hurrying rapidly by, and asked him
what was the matter. He answered me that there was a man overboard, and
that they were doing all they could to save him by casting over the
side spars and timbers that would float, in the hope that he might be
able to catch one of them. The deck was all confusion, men running
hither and thither, and some hanging over the bulwarks and peering into
the darkness, in the vain hope of catching a glimpse of their drowning
comrade. We had not a boat to lower, save only the little dinghy, which
would not have lived a minute in such a sea.
When I found somebody who could tell me what had happened this was
what I learnt. A man had fallen overboard; the watch had heard the
splash as the body fell into the water, and a wild cry that followed
upon the splash; a sailor had shouted out his warning of 'Man
overboard!' and the cry had roused the whole ship. Up to this point
nobody seemed to have any idea who the missing man was, but when
Lancelot, who was immediately on deck, though he had but just gone to
lie down, had commanded silence, and the men were gathered about him on
the deck, the sailor who had first made the alarm was found and
questioned. This sailor said that he saw a man standing at the vessel's
side at a place where, when the mast fell, the bulwark had been torn
away and had left a gaping wound in the ship's railings; that as he,
surprised at seeing a man there, came nearer to try and ascertain what
he was doing, the man staggered, flung up his armshere the man who
was narrating these things to us flung up his hands in imitationand
then went over the side with a great splash and a great cry. He
believed that the man was none other than Cornelys Jensen.
When Lancelot and I heard the name of Cornelys Jensen upon the man's
lips we looked involuntarily at each other, and I make certain that we
both grew pale. That the man of whom we had been talking not an hour
before in such different terms should have thus suddenly been taken out
of our lives came like a shock to us both. Further investigation
confirmed the accuracy of the man's statement. The roll was called
over, and every man answered to his name except Cornelys Jensen. His
cabin was at once searched, but he was not in it, and it was evident
that he had made no attempt to sleep there that night, for his hammock
was undisturbed. On the table lay a folded sheet of paper, which
Lancelot took up and opened. It contained only these words: 'Your
doubts have driven me to despair.' These words had apparently been
followed by some other words, the beginning of a fresh sentence, but,
whatever they were, they were so scrawled over with the pen that their
meaning was as effectually blotted out as if they had never been
Of course, all efforts to rescue the unhappy man were unavailing.
There was really nothing that we could do save to cast pieces of spar
and plank overboard in the faint hope that some one of them might come
in the drowning man's way and enable him to keep afloat till daylight,
if by any chance his purpose of self-slaughterfor so it seemed to
mehad changed with his souse into the water. The night was pitchy
black, and the waves were running a tremendous pace, so that there
really seemed to be little likelihood of the strongest swimmer keeping
himself long afloat; but we did our best and hoped our hardest, even
those of us who, like myself, disliked and distrusted Cornelys Jensen
Though Lancelot said little to Marjorie beyond the bare news of what
had happened I could see that he took the disappearance of Jensen and
that little scrawl we found in his cabin badly to heart. He was
convinced at once that Jensen had committed suicide, driven thereto by
the suspicions that we had formed of him; and, indeed, though I tried
to console Lancelot as well as I could, it did look very like it, and I
must confess that I felt a little guilty. For though I still thought
that the grounds upon which I had formed my suspicions of the man were
reasonable grounds, and justified all my apprehensions, still I could
not resist an uncomfortable feeling that perhaps, after all, I might
have misjudged the man, and that in any case I was the instrumentthe
unwitting instrument, but still the instrument none the lessof
sending a fellow-creature before his Maker with the stigma of
self-slaughter upon his soul. So certainly Lancelot and I passed a very
unhappy night, what there was left of it; and when the dawn came we
scanned the sea anxiously in the faint hope that we might see something
of the missing man. But, though the sea was far quieter than it had
been for many hours, there was no trace of any floating body upon it,
and it became only too clear to our minds that, for some cause or
other, Cornelys Jensen had indeed killed himself. I could only imagine
that the man was really crazed, although we did not dream of such a
thing, and that the perils and privations through which we had passed,
and against which he seemed to bear such a bold front, had in fact
completed the unhinging of his wits, and that my accusations, acting
upon a weakened mind, had driven him in his frenzy to destroy himself.
To be quite candid, though I was sufficiently sorry for the man, I was
still dogged enough in my own opinion of his character as to think
that, if it was the will of Providence that he should so perish, at all
events the Royal Christopher was no loser by his loss.
CHAPTER XXIII. WE GET TO THE ISLAND
Even if we had lost a better man than Jensen it would have been our
duty none the less to work hard the next day to get our rafts ready and
fit for sea. Very few men are indispensable to their fellows, and
certainly, as far as making the rafts was concerned, it would have been
far more serious if Abraham Janes, the carpenter, had taken it into his
head to throw himself overboard than that Cornelys Jensen had taken it
into his head to do so. Yet, in a manner, too, we missed Cornelys
Jensen. He was an able man, full of all kinds of knowledge, and he had
a domineering way with the seamen which they seemed to recognise and to
obey unflinchingly. These fellows, for the most part, took the tidings
of his death very indifferently. Some of them seemed to miss him as a
trained dog might miss his master. Some, again, seemed scarcely to miss
him at all. One or two, and especially the fellow who saw the death and
the manner of it, seemed to take the matter very greatly to heart, and
to go about with a sad brow and a sullen eye in consequence.
As for Lancelot and myself, I must say that we soon grew to accept
his loss with composure. There was so much to do that there would have
been little time for a greater grief than either of us could honestly
wear. The weather was mending hourly, and the rafts were making rapid
progress. By the end of that day they were finished and ready for the
By this time, so strange are the chops and changes of the weather in
that part of the world, the sea and sky were as gentle as on a summer's
day. I have heard the phrase 'as smooth as a mill-pond' applied to salt
water many a thousand times, but never, indeed, with so much truth as
if it had been applied to the ocean that day. It lay all around us, one
tranquillity of blue, and above it the heavens were domed with an azure
fretted here and there with fleeces of clouds, even as the water was
fretted here and there with laces of foam. In the clear air we could
see the islands ahead of us sharply dark against the sky, and as we
watched them our longing to be at them, to tread dry land again, was so
great as to be almost unbearable. Those who have lived on shore all
their lives can form little or no idea of the way in which the thoughts
of a man who is tasting the terrors of shipwreck for the first time
turn to a visible land, and how they burn within him for longing to
walk upon turf or highway once again in his jeopardised life.
Now, the rafts that we had constructed were by no means
ill-fashioned. That ship's carpenter, Abraham Janes, was a man of great
parts in his trade. I never in my life saw a handier man at his tools
or a defter at devices of all kinds. The poor old Royal Christopher had
timber enough and to spare for the planks that were to make our rafts,
and we had a great plenty of idle rope aboard in the rigging wherewith
our fallen mast was entangled. So there was no lack of material, and
when our men saw that there was really and truly a prospect of escape
there was no lack of willing hands to work. So by the end of the time I
have already specified we had two large and serviceable rafts ready to
try their fortunes upon the ocean that was now so tempting in its calm.
It was a matter of some little surprise to us who were on board the
ship that with the calm weather Captain Amber made no further attempt
to come out to us. But there was no sign of a sail upon the water,
although we watched it eagerly through the spy-glass; and we were
sorely puzzled to imagine what could have happened to our leader, for
that he could be forgetful of or indifferent to our danger it was
impossible to believe.
The rafts being now ready and the weather so propitious, nothing was
left for us but to commit them, with ourselves and all our belongings,
to the water, in the hope of making the shore with them. They were each
of them capable of holding our whole number and a quantity of such
stores as were left on board. These latter, therefore, divided into two
equal parts, we proceeded to put upon the rafts as quickly as we could,
together with as many barrels of water as we had. Each of the rafts
carried a stout mast and sail, and in the absence of any wind could be
propelled slowly over such a smooth water as that which now lay around
us by means of oars. The stores and water barrels we adjusted in such a
way as to preserve as nicely as might be the balance of the rafts.
We effected the transfer of our stores and provisions with very
little difficulty, and embarked all our party, also without any
difficulty whatever. In obedience to Lancelot's resolution, which he
had privately communicated to me beforehand, we divided our forces into
two parties. That is to say, half of the sailors were set on each raft,
and with each raft half of our armed men; for though we had little or
no apprehension now that there would be any trouble with the sailors,
we still deemed it best to let them see very plainly that we were and
meant to be the masters. I went on the one raft, Lancelotand of
course Marjorie with himupon the other, and when all was ready we
pushed away from the Royal Christopher and trusted ourselves and our
fortunes to our new equipages.
There was happily little danger, even little difficulty, about the
enterprise. The rafts were well made; they rode on the waters like
corks. What little wind there was blew towards the islands, and the sea
was as placid as a lake, so that the men could use their big oars
easily enough. It was indeed slow work to paddle these great rafts
along, but it was quite unadventurous, so that I have little or nothing
to record of note concerning our journey. Little by little the Royal
Christopher grew smaller and smaller behind us, with her great mast
sticking out so sadly over her side; little by little the island loomed
larger and larger on our view. At last, after a couple of hours that
were the most pleasurable we had passed for many days, we came close to
the island, and could see that the colonists were all crowded together
upon the beach, waiting to receive us.
The island was very large, rocky, and thickly wooded, and the coast
was rocky too, and the water very shoaly, which made me understand how
difficult landing must have been in the stormy weather. But now, with
the sea so fair and the weather so fine, we had little or no difficulty
in getting ashore, and with the eager assistance of the colonists were
soon able to effect the landing of all our stores and belongings.
Our first great surprise on our arrival was to see no sight of
Captain Amber amongst those who were gathered upon the beach to receive
us. But his absence was soon explained in reply to our anxious
inquiries. It seemed that a great spirit of discontent prevailed among
the colonists upon that island, and that they upbraided Captain Amber
very bitterly for being the cause of their misfortunes: as is the way
with weak-spirited creatures, who have not the heart to bear a common
misfortune courageously. To make a long story short, they insisted that
he must needs endeavour to find some means of rescue for them by
getting into the sea track and persuading some ship to come to their
aid and take them from the island; which certainly was a disconsolate
place enough, especially for people who were always ready to make a
poor mouth over everything that did not please them. As the sailors who
were with Captain Amber sided with the colonists in this matter, he had
no choice but to consent; and as his vessel was fairly sea-worthy, he
and his people had departed, in the hope of meeting some ship to bring
all succour. Captain Marmaduke was, it seems, most loath to depart
while we were in such a plight on board of the Royal Christopher; but
there was no help for it, for his men were almost in open mutiny, and
would have carried him on board would he or no. So he had sailed away
and the colonists were all hopeful, in their silly, simple way, that he
would soon return in a great ship and carry them to a land as lovely as
a dream, where all their wishes would be fulfilled for the asking, and
where each man would have his bellyful of good things without the
working for it. For that was, it seems, the notion most of these
fellows had in their heads of poor Captain Amber's Utopia.
I had begun to perceive by this time that a very large number of
those that had come out with Captain Amber aboard of the Royal
Christopher were but weak-spirited creatures, and such as might be
called fair-weather friends. So long as all was going well and there
was a prospect before them of a prosperous future and everything they
wanted, they were supple enough and loud to laud the good gentleman who
was conveying them to comfort. But with the break in our luck their
praises and their patience went in a whiff, and they showed themselves
to be such a parcel of wrong-headed, grumbling, disheartened and
dispiriting knaves as ever helped to shake a good man's courage. They
were as ready to imprecate Captain Amber now as they had been to load
him with praises before, and in this they were supported by all the
worser sortand these were the greater partamong the sailors that
had stayed with the colonists. But with Lancelot's arrival upon the
island he soon put a stop to all loudly expressed grumblingor at
least to all grumbling that was loudly expressed in his hearing. There
were some good fellows amongst the colonists, and the old soldiers were
staunch and sturdy fellows, who adored Captain Amber, and Lancelot
after him. So, as we had these with us, we made the grumblers keep
civil tongues in their heads, aye and work too to the bettering of our
conditions. The first party had made themselves some huts and now we
made more for ourselves who were new-comers, with tents of a kind out
of sail-cloth that we had brought from the ship, and for Lancelot a
large double hut covered with some of this same cloth for him and
Marjorie to dwell in. And, Lord! what a joy it was to see how Marjorie
bestirred herself making herself as good a lieutenant to Lancelot as
Captain's heart could desire. But we were all so busy that in those
hours on that island I seldom had speech with her, for my care was
chiefly with those discontented and weaklings who were so eager to
complain and make mischief.
It seemed to me then that the best man of all that pack was the
woman Barbara Hatchett. For while the colonists were making poor mouths
over their plight and piping as querulously as sparrows after rain, and
while the sailors were for the most part sour and sullen, Barbara took
her lot with cheerfulness, and had smiles and smooth words for
everybody and everything. She had even smiles and smooth words with me,
who had exchanged no speech with her beyond forced greeting for this
many a day. For she came up to me laughing once, at a time when I stood
alone and was, indeed, thinking of Marjorie who was busy in her hut at
some task that Lancelot had set her. Barbara began to banter with me in
a way that seemed strange with her, saying that I was fickle like all
my sex, that I was sighing for fair hair now, who had doted on black
locks a few years ago, and much more idle talk to the same want of
purpose. At last she asked me bluntly if I had loved her once, and when
I answered yes, she asked me if I loved her still, now that she was a
married woman; and without giving me time to answer she said that she
had a kindness for me, and would do me a good turn yet for the sake of
old days when she came to be queen.
I was vexed with her for the vanity and importunity of her mirth,
and to stop her words I asked her bluntly if she had ever seen a black
flag. But my question had no effect to disconcert her gaiety.
'You mean the black flag of poor Jensen?' she said; and when I
nodded she began to pity Jensen for his belief in his trophy, which,
after all, had brought him no more luck than a sea grave; and then she
went on with shrillish laughter to tell me that she had begged it of
him to give her to make into a petticoat, 'For it would have made a
bonny petticoat, would it not?' she said suddenly, coming to a sharp
end and looking me earnestly in the face.
I was at a loss what to say, being so flustered by her carriage and
her words, which seemed to make it plain to me that I had sorely
misjudged the dead man. But I said nothing, and moved a little way from
her; and she, seeing my disinclination, laughed again, and then 'God
blessed' me with a vehemence and earnestness that, as I thought, meant
me more harm than good. But after that she turned and went back to the
rest of the women, and I could see her going from one to the other,
soothing and comforting them, and showing them how to make the best of
their bitter commons on the island. And as I watched her I wondered;
but I had little time for watching or for wondering.
CHAPTER XXIV. FAIR ISLAND
For the nonce I will make bold to leave Captain Marmaduke sailing
the seas and to occupy myself solely with the fate of those who were
encamped on the island, and chiefly of Marjorie and Lancelot and
thereby myself who had the good fortune to be with them to the end of
the enterprise. And, oh, as I think of Marjorie in those days it is
ever with fresh wonder and delight and infinite gratitude to Heaven for
the privilege to have seen her. She seemed just a boy with boys, she
with Lancelot and me, and she wore her boyish weed with a simple
straightforward ease that made it somehow seem the most right and
natural thing in the world. But that was ever her way; whatever she did
seemed fit and good, and that not merely to my eyes who loved her, but,
as I think, to most. And she was very helpful in mind and body, always
eager to bear her share in any work that was toward, and in council
advising wisely without assertion. It might seem at first blush a
handicap for adventurers to have a girl on their hands, but we did not
find it so, only always, save for the peril in which the maid was, a
gain and blessing. And so to our fortunes. You must know that from the
further coast of our islandthe further from our wreck, I meanwe
could discern the outlines of other islands, the nearest of which
appeared to be within but a few hours' sail. It was plain, therefore,
that we were, very fortunately for us, cast away in the neighbourhood
of a considerable archipelago, and that we had every reason on the
whole to rejoice at our condition instead of bewailing it.
Now, though the island we were on was in many ways fair and
commodious, we were not without confidence that another island, which
lay a little further off, as it might be a couple of hours' sail, would
serve us even in better stead, and at least we resolved to explore it.
So Lancelot and Marjorie and I, with some thirty of our own men,
resolved to cross over in the shallop boat which had conveyed the first
party to the island while the weather was still fair, taking with us a
great plenty of arms and implements, canvas and abundance of
provisions, as well as a quantity of lights and fireworks, which we had
saved from the ship, and which Lancelot thought might be useful for
many purposes. It was agreed between us and the colonists that if we
found the new island better than the old we were to make great
bonfires, the smoke of which could not fail to be seen from the first
island, or Early Island, as we came to call it. This they should take
as a signal to come with all speed to the new camping-ground.
You must not think it strange that we set out upon this expedition
thoughtlessly and leaving the other folk unprotected. For, in the first
place, there were a goodly number of the colonistsas many in number
as the sailors; and, in the second place, the sailors were not so
well-armed as many of the colonists were, having nothing but their
knives and a few axes. Furthermore, as Cornelys Jensen was not among
them, and as it seemed most unlikely that the purpose, if purpose he
had, would hold with his fellows now that there was, as it were, no
ship to seize, we felt that there could be no danger to our companions
in leaving them while we went on our voyage of exploration. So you will
please to bear in mind how matters now stood. There was Captain
Marmaduke in the skiff, who had sailed away from us to seek succour for
us all. There was on the island with which we had first made
acquaintance the majority of our colonistsmen, women and children,
together with the greater part of the sailorsunder the authority of
Hatchett. There were, further, Lancelot and Marjorie and myself and our
thirty men, who had gone off in the shallop to explore the adjacent
islands in the hope of finding a better resting-place for our whole
party. As for Cornelys Jensen, I took him to be at the bottom of the
We had arranged that during our absence the administration of the
colony should be vested in a council, of whom the Reverend Mr. Ebrow
was one and Hatchett another, for, as the leading man among sailors, he
could not be overlooked, and I mistrusted him no more now that Jensen
was gone. Certain of the soldierly men and two or three of the most
cool-headed amongst the colonists made up the total of this council,
whose only task would be to apportion the fair share of labour to each
man in making the island as habitable a place as might be till our
return. For, after all, it was by no means certain that we should have
better luck with the near island, and in any case it was well to be
prepared for all emergencies.
It was late on the second day of our arrival at the island that
Lancelot and Marjorie and I with our companions set off on our
expedition. We followed the coast-line of our island a long while,
keeping a sufficiently wide berth for fear of the shoals. When we had
half circumnavigated it there lay ahead of us the island for which we
were making. It lay a good way off, and, as the day was very fine and
still, it seemed nearer to us than it proved to be. As far as we could
judge at that distance, it seemed to be a very much larger island than
the one which we had just left; and so indeed it proved to be.
The shallop was a serviceable vessel, and ran bravely before the
wind on the calm sea. Had the wind been fully in our favour we should
have made the island for which we were steering within the hour; but it
blew slightly across our course, compelling us to tack and change our
course often, so that it was a good two hours before we were close to
our goal. When we came close enough we saw that the island seemed in
all respects to be a more delectable spot than that island on which
chance had first cast us. There was a fine natural bay, with a strand
of a fine, white, and sparkling sand such as recalled to me the aspect
of many of the little bays and creeks in the coast beyond Sendennis,
and in the recollection brought the tears into my mouth, not into my
eyes. From this strand we could see that the land ran up in a gentle
elevation that was very thickly wooded. Beyond this again rose in
undulating succession several high hills, that might almost be regarded
as little mountains, and these also seemed to be densely clothed with
trees. Marjorie declared that the place looked in its soft greenness
and the clean whiteness of its shore a kind of Earthly Paradise, and
indeed our hearts went out to it. I found afterwards, from conversation
with my companions, that every man of us felt convinced on our first
close sight of Fair Island, as we afterwards called it, that we should
find there abundance of water and all things that we needed which could
reasonably be hoped for.
We came, after a little coasting, to a small and sheltered creek,
into which it was quite easy to carry our vessel. The creek ran some
little way inland, with deep water for some distance, so here we
beached the shallop and got off and looked about us.
Although by this time the day was grown somewhat old, we were
determined to do at least a measure of exploring then and there, and
ascertain some, at least, of the resources of our new territory. There
was, of course, the possibility that we might meet with wild animals or
with still wilder savages, but we did not feel very much alarm about
either possibility. For we were a fairly large party; we were all
well-armed, and well capable of using our weapons. Each of us carried
pistols and a hanger, Marjorie with the rest, she being as skilful in
their use as any lad of her age might be. For my own part I always wore
in my coat pocket a little pistol Lancelot had given me, that looked
like a toy, but was a marvel of mechanism and precision. Weaponed as we
were, we had come, moreover, into that kind of confidence which comes
to those who have just passed unscathed through grave peril, a
confidence which is, as it were, a second wind of courage.
It would not do, of course, to leave our boat unprotected, so it was
necessary to tell off by lot a certain number of our men to stay with
it and guard it. All the men were so eager for exploration that those
upon whom the lots fell to remain behind with the shallop made rather
wry faces; but Lancelot cheered them by telling them that theirs was a
position to the full as honourable as that of explorers, and that in
any case those who looked after the boat one day should be relieved and
go with the exploring party on the next day, turn and turn about.
This satisfied them, and they settled down to their duty in content.
It was agreed upon that in case of any danger or any attack, whether by
savages or by wild beastsfor in those parts of the world there might
well be monstrous and warlike creaturesthey were to make an alarm by
blowing upon a horn which we had with us, and by firing a shot. It was
to be their task while we were away to prepare a fire for our evening
meal. We had our supply of provisions and of water with us, but those
of us who were to explore had very good hopes that we should bring back
to the skiff not merely the good news that we had found water, but also
something in the way of food for our supper. Lancelot, for one,
expressed his confidence that there must be game of various kinds in so
thickly a wooded place, and when Lancelot expressed an opinion I and
the others with me always listened to it like Gospel.
Luckily for us, we soon found one and then another spring of fresh
water. But it took us a matter of three days to explore that island
thoroughly, for it was very hilly, and in many parts the woods were
well-nigh impenetrable in spite of our axes. Most of the trees and
shrubs had at this time either blossoms or berries on them, red, white,
and yellow, that filled the air with sweet and pungent odours. It was a
large island, and on the other side of the ridge of hills which rose up
so sharply from the place where we first landed the land stretched
almost level for a considerable distance before it dropped again in low
cliffs to the sea. Part of this plain was grass-grown land, not unlike
English down land, but in other parts the grass grew in great tufts as
big as a bush, intermixed with much heath, such as we have on our
commons in England; part of it was thickly grown with all manner of
bright flowers and creeping plants, that knotted themselves together in
such an entanglement that it was very hard to cut a path. We had need
to go carefully here, for suspicion of snakes. We found no sign of
savage wild beasts, though of harmless ones there were plenty, some of
which made very good meat. As for savages, we saw none; and as far as
we could make out we were the only human beings upon the island. Yet
Lancelot, who was wonderfully quick at noting things, thought that he
detected signs here and there which went to show that we were not the
first men who had ever explored it. There were few land fowlsonly
eagles of the larger sort, but five or six sorts of small birds. There
were waterfowl in abundance of many varieties, with shellfish to our
hands, and good fish for the fishing, so between the sea and the land
we were in no fear of want of victual, which cheered us very greatly.
We had rigged up some rough tents with our canvas, one apart for
Marjorie and one for me and Lancelot, and half a dozen for our men, and
altogether our condition had fair show of comfort, and to me indeed
seemed full of felicity.
Until we had thoroughly explored the island we did not deem it wise
to make our promised communication with the former island. But as soon
as we had pretty well seen all that there was to be seen, we thought
that, the time still being fair, we could scarcely do better than get
our fellow-adventurers over. Our men were therefore set to work
collecting as large a quantity of fuel as might be, and in clearing a
path to the summit of the nearest hill, from which we might set off our
bonfire to the best advantage.
Our men were all dispersed about the island busy at this business,
and Marjorie was in her tent, taking at her brother's entreaty the rest
she would never have allowed herself. It was a very hot day, and
Lancelot and I, who had been collecting firewood on the near slope of
the hill, but a few yards from the creek where our craft was beached,
were lying down for a brief rest under a tree and talking together of
old times. The sight of a small gaudy parrot, of which there was an
abundance in the island, had sent our memories back to that parlour of
Mr. Davies's where we had first met, and where there were parrots on
the wall, and so we chatted very pleasantly.
By-and-by our talk flagged a little, for we grew drowsy with the
heat, and our eyes closed and we fell into dozes, from which we would
lazily wake up to enjoy the warm air and the bright sunlight and the
vivid colours of everything about us, sea and sky and trees and flowers
I remember very well musing as I lay there upon the strangeness of
disposition which leads men to pine out their lives in the mean air of
smoky cities, with all their hardship and their unloveliness, when the
world has so many brave places only waiting for bold spirits to come
and dwell therein. Boylike, I had forgotten all the perils which I had
undergone before ever I came to Fair Island. I was only conscious of
the delicious appearance of the place, of our good fortune in finding
so fair a haven; and if only Captain Marmaduke and my mother had been
with us I think I could have been very well content to pass the
remainder of my days upon that island, which seemed to me to the full
as enchanted as any I had read of in the Arabian tales.
I had dropped into a kind of sleep, in which I dreamt that I was
Sindbad the Sailor, when I was awakened by a light step and the sound
of a soft voice. I looked up and saw that Marjorie was bending over
Lancelot, who was sitting up by me. She held him by the arm and pointed
out across the sea.
'Don't you see something out there?' she asked, speaking quite low,
as she always did when excited by anything.
Lancelot and I followed the direction of her gaze and her
outstretched finger, and discerned very far away upon the sea a small
black object. It lay between us and the island we had left, but
somewhat to the right of it.
'What is it?' I asked.
'That's just what I want to know,' said Marjorie. 'How if it should
The very thought was disquieting. We had grown so secure that we had
almost forgotten the possibility of such dangers; but now, at
Marjorie's words, the possibilities came clearly back to me. Captain
Marmaduke had told us many a time stories about savages and their war
canoes and their barbarous weapons, and it was very likely indeed that
what we saw was a boat filled with such creatures creeping across the
sea to attack us.
It moved very slowly across the smooth waters, and there was a
strong bright sun, which played upon the surface of the water very
dazzlingly, which added to our difficulty in understanding the floating
object. But as it came slowly nearer we saw that it must be some kind
of vessel, for we distinguished what was clearly a mast with a sail,
though, as there was very little wind that morning, the sail hung idly
by the mast. A little later we were able to be sure that what we saw
was a kind of raft, with, as I have said, a mast and sail, but that its
propulsion came from some human beings who were aboard it, and who were
causing its slow progress with oars. By this time I had got out a
spy-glass from our tent; and then Lancelot gave a cry of amazement, for
he recognised in the new-comers certain of those colonists our
companions whom we had left behind on the hither island. There were
five of them on board, all of whom Lancelot named to us, and as he
named them, Marjorie and I, looking through the glass in turns, were
able to recognise them too. By-and-by they saw us too, for one of them
stood up on the raft, and stripping off his shirt waved it feebly in
the air as a signal to us, a signal which we immediately answered by
waving our kerchiefs. It takes a long time to tell, but the thing
itself took longer to happen, for it must have been fully an hour after
we first noted the raft before it came close to the shore of our
As soon as it was within a couple of boats' lengths Lancelot and I,
in our impatience and our anxiety to aid, ran into the water, which was
shallow there, for the beach sloped gently, and was not waist high when
we reached the voyagers, so that we had no fear of sharks. The
new-comers were huddled together on as rudely fashioned a raft as it
had ever been my lot to see, and had it not been for the astonishing
tranquillity of the sea it is hard to believe that they could have made
a hundred yards without coming to pieces. They all leaped into the
water now, and between us we ran the crazy raft on to the beach,
Lancelot and I doing the most part of the work, for the poor wretches
that had been on board of her seemed to be sorely exhausted and
scarcely able to speak as they splashed and staggered through the
shallow water to the shore, where Marjorie was waiting anxiously for
They did speak, however, when once they were safely on dry land and
had taken each a sip from our water-bottles, for all their throats were
parched and swollen with thirst. It was a terrible tale which they had
to tell, and it made us shiver and grow sick while they told it. I will
tell it again now, not, indeed, in their words, which were wild,
rambling, and disconnected, but in my own words, making as plain a tale
of it as I can, for indeed it needs no skill to exaggerate the horror
CHAPTER XXV. THE STORY FROM THE SEA
In few words, it came to this. The sailors on the island had proved
themselves to be as bloody villains as had ever fed the gallows. They
had taken the unhappy colonists by surprise and had massacred them, all
but the women and the children. As for the womenpoor things!it
would have been better for them if they had been killed with the
others, but their lives were spared for greater sorrows. Those who told
us that tale were all that were left, they said, of the unhappy
company. They had escaped by mere chance to the woods, and had
fashioned with their axes the rough raft and oars which had conducted
them at last to us and to temporary safety.
This was their first raw story. Horrid as it was it took a stronger
horror when one of the men shouted a curse at Cornelys Jensen.
'Cornelys Jensen!' I cried. 'Cornelys JensenCornelys Jensen is
dead, and the seas have swallowed him.'
The man who had uttered his name gave a great groan.
'Would to Heaven they had,' he said. 'But Heaven has not been so
merciful. That tiger still lives and lusts for blood.'
Marjorie and Lancelot and I glanced at each other in amazement, and
the same thought crossed all our mindsthat fear and grief had crazed
the unhappy man who was speaking to us. But he, reading something of
our thoughts in our eyes, turned to his fellows for confirmation, and
confirmation they readily gave. Cornelys Jensen was alive. Cornelys
Jensen was on the island. Cornelys Jensen was the instigator of the
massacre, the bloodiest actor in the bloody work.
Here was indeed amazing tidings, and we cried to know more, but the
men had no more to tell. They had no knowledge of how Cornelys Jensen
made his appearance upon the island; all they knew was that he did
appear, and that his appearance was the signal for a display of weapons
on the part of the sailors on his side and the massacre of all the
unhappy wretches who were not inclined to his piratical purposes. The
colonists seemed to have made no sort of stand for their lives. Indeed,
it would appear that they were taken quite unawares, and that the most
were struck down before they had time to act in their own defence. As
for the miserable wretches who told us this tale, they had fled to the
woods when the wicked business began, and the murderers either lost
count of them or imagined that they must perish miserably of famine in
the forest. Indeed, they must have so perished if it had not occurred
to one of them, who had his wits a little more about him than the
others, to suggest the manufacture of a raft, whereby they might make
the attempt to reach the island, where, as they guessed, we, with our
well-armed fellows, were safely settled. 'For,' as the man argued, 'we
risk death either way. If we stop here we must either perish among
these trees for lack of sustenance or must creep back to the piratical
camp with little other hope than a stroke from a hanger, or tempt the
seas in the hope of friends and safety.' So they fashioned a raft as
well as they could out of a number of fallen trees, which they fastened
together with natural ropes made of the long creeping plants that
abounded, and that were as tough and as endurable as ever was rope that
was weaved out of honest hemp. They found enough timber for their craft
among the fallen tree trunks, and they had the less difficulty in their
work that one of their number was Janes, who had his saw in his belt at
the moment of their flight to the woods.
Long before they finished telling their tale our men, who were
scattered abroad in the woods, came tumbling down to us at the sound of
the horn, that Lancelot wound to summon them, and gathered in horror
around their unhappy comrades. As for me, I was so amazed at the news
that Cornelys Jensen was alive that I stood for awhile like one
stunned, and could say nothing, but only stare at those pale faces and
wonder dumbly. When after awhile the power of speech did return to me I
strove with many questions to find out how Jensen was thus restored to
life and to evil deeds, but as to that they none of them knew anything.
If the marvel of Jensen's reappearance was the greatest marvel, marvel
only second to it was how the sailors who obeyed him came to have
weapons for their business. As to that, again, the fugitives could give
no help. The sailors had arms, every man of them, muskets and pistols
and cutlasses, and had used them with deadly effect. It was all a
mystery that made our senses sick to think upon.
Of one thing the fugitives were very positivethat Jensen and his
murderers would very soon make a descent upon our island, in the hope
of surprising us unawares and killing us. For now they were very
numerous, and at least as well-armed as we were, and would make very
formidable enemies. The only wonder was that they had not already
attempted it, but the men believed that the villains were so engrossed
in a swinish orgie after their triumph as to be heedless of time or
prudence. So here were webut thirty-two men in all, not counting
these fugitivesand with one woman, though so brave an onein urgent
peril. It was fortunate for us all that in Lancelot's youth there was
an alliance of courage with skill which would have done credit to a
general of fifty. I was not much in those days in the way of giving
advice, but I was strong and active, and ready to obey Lancelot in all
things, which was what was most wanted of me in that juncture. We had
every reason to be confident in the fidelity and courage of the men who
were with us, and our confidence was not misplaced.
The first thing to be done was to settle the fugitives in the utmost
comfort we could afford them. We put them to rest in one of our tents
we had built, and gave to each of them a taste of strong waters, after
which we urged them to sleep if they could, adding, to encourage them
in that effort, that the sooner their bodies were refreshed by rest and
food the better they would be able to bear their part in resisting the
common enemy. This argument had great weight with the men, who were
very willing to be of help, but too hopelessly worn out just then to be
of the smallest aid to us or the smallest obstacle to our enemies.
Indeed, the poor fellows were so broken with fear and suffering that I
think they would have slept if they had heard that Cornelys Jensen,
with all his pack, had landed upon the island. As it was, in a very few
minutes all of them were lying in a row and sleeping soundly. I could
almost have wept as I looked upon them lying there so quiet and so
miserable, and thought of all the high hopes with which they had
entered upon the adventure that had proved so disastrous for them and
so fatal for so many of their companions.
Having thus disposed of them, our next course was to take such steps
as we could towards strengthening our position. To begin with, we
hauled our boat further up the creek than she now was, for it would be
a terrible misfortune to us if anything were to happen to her, seeing
that on her depended any chance we had of leaving the island if we were
so far pushed as to have to make the attempt. Our position was not an
easy one to attack as it stood, coming, as the attack must, from the
island we had left, for of an attack in our rear we had no danger. Even
if Cornelys Jensen were able to get to the back of our island, it would
take him an intolerable time to make his way through the well-nigh
impenetrable woods that lay between us. On our front we felt confident
that the attack would come, and we felt further confident that, even if
it was made with the full force of ruffians that Jensen had at his
command, we ought to be able to repulse it, and to prevent the
scoundrels from effecting a landing. For though the news that they were
thoroughly equipped with the weapons and munitions of war was wofully
disheartening news, still, as we were well-armed ourselves, it did not
altogether discourage us. They might be very well two to one, but two
to one is no such great odds when the larger party has to effect a
landing upon an open place held by resolute men and well weaponed.
It was, in Lancelot's judgment, our first duty to erect a sort of
fort or stockade upon the beach, wherein we could take shelter if we
were really hard pressed, and wherein we could store for greater safety
our stores and ammunition from our skiff. We had set up several huts
along the shore of the creek for habitation and for storage of our
goods. But they would have offered no protection in case of an attack,
being but mere shells hurriedly put together, and intended merely as
temporary shelters from possible foul weather. Lancelot's scheme was to
enclose all these buildings in a strong wall, and to connect that fort
by another wall with the spot at which our skiff was beached.
There was no great difficulty in the construction of such a stockade
in itself. Timber enough and to spare was to be had for the chopping,
and we had thirty odd pairs of arms and sufficient axes to make that a
matter of no difficulty. Nor was there any difficulty as regards the
building of such a fort, for Lancelot's knowledge of military matters
made him quite capable of planning it out according to the most
approved methods of fortification.
We set to work upon the stockade at once, and soon were chopping
away for dear life, even Marjorie wielding a light axe, and wielding it
well. Many hands, it is said, make light work, and there were enough of
us to make the business move pretty quickly. Choosing trees with trunks
of a middling thickness, we soon had a great quantity cut down and made
of the length that was needed. These we proceeded to set up in the
places that Lancelot had marked out, but first we dug deep trenches in
the ground so as to ensure their being firmly established, Marjorie
taking her share of the spade work with a will. We had not done very
much before Abraham Janes, the carpenter, came out of the hut and
joined us. He declared that he was now well refreshed, and that he
wished to bear his part in the labour; and indeed we were very glad to
let him do so, because he was an exceedingly skilful workman, and very
ready with the use of saw and hatchet.
CHAPTER XXVI. THE BUSINESS BEGINS
With toil we set up the front of our stockade and a portion of the
sides of the parallelogram. It was all loopholed for our musketry, and
was firm and strong, being carefully stiffened behind by cross beams
and shored up with buttresses of big logs in a manner that, if not
thoroughly workmanlike, was at least satisfactory from the point of
strength, which was just then our main consideration. Our palisade was
about double the height of a man, and in the centres, both front and
back, there was a gate, that was held in its place when shut by heavy
bars of wood which fitted into holes cut to receive them.
Ere set of sun we had our outworks completed, and found ourselves
the possessors of a very creditable stockade, which under ordinary
conditions ought, if properly manned and well supplied with ammunition,
to resist the attack of a very much greater number than the defending
party. It was still in our mind to run out a palisade that should
connect our stronghold with the place where the skiff lay, but it was
too late, and we were now too exhausted to think of that, for we had
worked at our task ever since we had got the alarm, and it was really
impossible for us to do more in that work.
But before we rested we conveyed from our boat all our stores and
all our arms and ammunitionof which latter, indeed, we had no great
quantity, a matter which we had not heeded before, but which now gave
us great trouble. We brought in abundance of water, and we had ample
provisions, which the island itself had in chief part offered to us, so
that we could hold our own very well for a time in case it came to a
siege. Our hope, however, was that we might be able to prevent the
pirates from effecting a landing at all.
When we went to seek rest for the night we took care to set good
guard and to keep strict watch, for a night attack was possible, if it
was not very likely.
Though we were all very tired, both bodily and mentally, by reason
of the labour of our hands and the strain upon our minds, I do not
think that any of us found sleep very easy to come at first. I only
know that I lay on my back and stared up at the starsfor the night
was too hot to sleep under coverfor long enough. At last I fell
asleep, and through sleep into a fitful feverish dream, which chopped
and changed from one place and subject to another; but at last it
settled down into one decided dreamand that was a good dream, for it
was a dream of Marjorie. It seemed that I was walking with her along
the downs beyond Sendennis, not far from that place where Lancelot
found me blubbering in years gone by, and that I was telling her that I
loved her, and that she let me hold her hand while I told her, which
showed that she was not averse to my tale, and that when I had done she
turned and looked me full in the face, and there was lovelove for
mein her eyes.
Then I awoke suddenly and found it was full day, and that Marjorie
was bending over me. For the moment I did not recollect where I was,
and stared in surprise at the great wooden paling by which we were
surrounded. Then recollection of the whole situation came back to me in
a flash, and I leapt to my feet.
All around me the men were making preparations for the morning meal,
or were engaged in looking to their weapons, testing the sharpness of a
cutlass or seeing to the priming of a matchlock. The big door of the
stronghold was open, and through it I could see the white beach and the
sea-edge, where Lancelot stood scanning the horizon with the spy-glass.
The sun was very bright, and I could hear the parrots screaming away in
the woods behind us.
'Come outside, Ralph,' said Marjorie. 'I want to speak with you.'
We went out together through the gate into the open, and walked
slowly a little way in the direction of the sea. Both of us looked,
naturally enough, to that island where our enemies lay. Presently we
halted and stood in silence a few minutes, and then Marjorie spoke.
'Ralph,' she said quietly, 'you are my friend, I believe.'
I had it in my heart to cry wild words to her; to tell her again
that I loved her then and for ever, but though the words tingled on my
lips they never took life and sound. For Marjorie was looking at me so
steadfastly and sadly with a strange gravity in the angel-blue of her
eyes that I could not speak what she might not wish to hear. So I
simply nodded my head and held out my hand and caught hers and clasped
'Ralph,' she said again. 'We fight for the right, but right is not
always might, and our enemies may overpower us. If they do' here I
thought she paled a little, but her voice was as firm as ever'if they
do, I want you to promise me one promise.'
I suppose the look in my face assured her that there was nothing she
could ask of me that I would not obey, for she went on without waiting
for me to speak:
'I have the right to ask you because of some words you once said to
me, words which I remember. If the worst comes you must kill me.
Hush'for I gave a groan as she spoke.
'That must be. I have heard enough to know that I must not live if
our enemies triumph. If I were alone I should kill myself; if you were
not here I should have to ask Lancelot, but you are here and I would
rather it happened by your hand.'
It was strange to stand on that quiet shore by that quiet sea and
look into that beautiful face and listen to that beautiful voice and
hear it utter such words. But my heart thrilled with a wild pride at
'I will do your bidding,' I said, and she answered 'I thank you.' We
might have been talking of nothing in particular so even were our
voices and so simple was our speech. I pressed her hand and let it go.
Then, swiftly, she came a little nearer and took my face in her dear
hands and kissed me on the forehead, and there are no words in the
world sweet enough or sacred enough to interpret my thoughts in that
moment. Then she moved away and made to go towards Lancelot, but even
as she did so I saw him turn and run towards us along the beach. As
soon as he joined us he bade Marjorie go to our hut and blow the horn
to bring our people together. After that she was to wait in her own
shelter till he came for her. She obeyed him unquestioningly, as she
always did in those days of danger, and for a moment Lancelot and I
'Here they come,' he said very tranquilly. 'See for yourself.' And
he handed the spy-glass to me.
As I put it to my eye he added: 'I can't understand where they get
their rig from.'
Neither could I. As I looked through the glass I could see that two
boats were coming slowly towards us, and that each boat was full of
men. It was surprising enough to see them coming in boats, but it was
not that which had chiefly surprised either Lancelot or me. Our wonder
was caused by the fact that all the men in the boats were clad in
scarlet coats, scarlet coats that looked very bright and clean and new.
'Can these be our men at all?' I asked of Lancelot in amazement. I
could not for the life of me conceive what other men they could be, but
the sight of all those scarlet coats filled me with astonishment.
Lancelot took the spy-glass from me again without replying, and
looked long and patiently at the approaching boats.
'Yes,' he said at last, 'they are our men sure enough, for I see the
face of Jensen among them. But how on earth has he contrived to deck
out all his gang of rascals in the likeness of soldiers?' He paused for
a moment; then added thoughtfully: ''Tis our Providence that the Royal
Christopher lost her cannon. Yonder stronghold would be no better than
so much pasteboard against a couple of the ship's guns.'
We had no time for further converse. The sound of the horn had
rallied our party, and soon the whole of our men were gathered about
us, staring over the sea at those two moving blots of scarlet. I cast
an anxious glance at the face of each man of our little party, and when
I had finished I did not feel anxious any more. I could see by the face
of every man that he meant to fight and to fight his best.
Lancelot lost no time in getting the men into order and in arranging
exactly what was to be done. It was curious, perhaps, although I did
not think it curious then, that these men should have accepted so
unquestioningly Lancelot's command over them. But they were old
soldiers, who had promised to obey Captain Amber, and he had himself
devolved his command upon Lancelot. And so, until Lancelot went stark
staring mad, which he was not in the least likely to do, they were
perfectly prepared to obey him.
I should not be adhering to the spirit of truthfulness which I have
observed in setting down these my early experiences if I did not
confess that I faced the fact of coming conflict with very mingled
emotions. This was the very first time that I had ever seen human
beings about to close in bloody strife. Here I found myself standing up
with arms in my hands, ready to take away the life of a
fellow-creatureto take away the lives of several fellow-creatures, if
needs must. Moreover, I knew very well that there were plenty of
chances of my getting knocked on the head in this my first scrimmage,
and I trembled a little inwardlythough not, as I believe,
outwardlyat the thought of my promise to Marjorie. And yet even with
that thought a new courage came into my heart. For I immediately
resolved that, come what might, I would endeavour to carry myself in
such a manner as Marjorie would have me carry myself, namely, as an
honest man should, fighting to the best of his ability for what he
believed to be the right cause, and not making too much of a fuss about
it. And that resolve nerved me better than a dram of spirits would have
done, and I set aside the flask from which I had been on the point to
I do not know if Lancelot felt like that in any degree, and I never
presumed to question him on the point afterwards, as there are some
topics upon which gentlemen cannot approach each other, however great
the degree of intimacy may be between them. But he certainly carried
himself as composedly as if we were standing in a ball-room before the
dancing began. It is true that he had been brought up to understand the
military life and the use of arms, and he had seen a battle fought in
the Low Countries, and had fought a duel himself in France with some
uncivil fellow. He never looked handsomer, brighter, more gallant than
then, and his faded sea-clothes became him as well as the richest gala
suit or finest uniform that courtier or soldier ever wore. He had an
exquisite neatness of his person ever, and had contrived every day upon
that island to shave himself, so that while most of his fellows bore
bristling beards, and my own chin was as raspy as a hedgehog, he might
have presented himself at the Court of St. James's, so spruce was his
When all was ready Lancelot drew up his men very soldierly and made
them a little speech. He bade them bear in mind that the men who were
about to attack us were not merely our own enemies, but the King's; and
not merely the King's enemies, but Heaven's, because, being pirates,
they sinned against the laws of Heaven as well as the laws of earth. He
bade them be sure that they need look for no mercy from such fellows,
and that therefore it behoved every man of them to fight his best, both
for his own sake and for the sake of his companions; but also he
conjured them, if the victory went with them, not to forget that even
those pirates were made in God's image, albeit vilely perverted, and
that it was our duty as Christians and as soldiers to show them more
mercy than they would deal out to us. He ended by reminding them that
they were Englishmen, and that a portion of England's honour and glory
depended upon the way in which they carried themselves that day. To all
of which they listened attentively, every man standing steady as if on
When Lancelot had quite finished he pulled off his hat and swung it
in the air, calling upon them to huzza for the King.
Then there went up from our band such a cheer as did my heart good.
The island rang for the first time in its life to the huzzaing with
which those stout fellows greeted the name of the King. Again and yet
again their voices shook the silence with that manly music, and I,
while I shouted as loud as the rest of them, glowed with pride to think
that courage and loyalty were the same all the world over. Nothing has
ever made me prouder than the courage of that knot of men about to
engage in a doubtful conflict in a nameless place with a gang of
devils, and gallantly cheering for their King before beginning it.
Those men in scarlet must have heard that cheer and been not a
little amazed by it. I dare say that by this time Cornelys Jensen had
seen us through his spy-glass. If so, how he must have cursed at our
readiness and at the sight of our stockade!
It was decided by Lancelot that the first thing to do was to prevent
the pirates from landing. If they succeeded by untoward chance in
effecting a landing, then all of us who were lucky enough to be left
alive were to retreat with all speed to the stronghold and fasten
ourselves in there. To this end the gate was left open, and in the
charge of two men, whose duty it would be to swing it to and bolt it
the moment the last of our men had got inside. A few men were left
inside the stockade, including the fugitives, to whom we had given
arms. The main body of our men were drawn up along the beach, with
their muskets ready. Between these and the stockade a few men were
thrown out to cover our retreat, if retreat there had to be.
It was anxious work to watch the advance of those two boats with
their scarlet crews over that tranquil tropic sea. The water was
smooth, as it had been now for days, and their coming was steady and
measured. As had been the case ever since we made Fair Island, there
was almost no wind, so that their sails were of little service, but
their rowing was excellent, as the rowing of good seamen always is.
And, villains though they were, those underlings of Jensen's were
When they were quite near we could recognise the faces of the
fellows in the two boats. Cornelys Jensen was in the first boat, and he
was dressed out as sumptuously as any general of our army on a field
day. For though every man jack of them in the two boats was blazing in
scarlet, and though that scarlet cloth was additionally splendid with
gold lace, the cloth and the cut of Jensen's coat were finer and better
than those of the others, and it was adorned and laced with far greater
profusion. With his dark face and evil expression he looked, to my
mind, in all his finery more like my lady's monkey in holiday array
than man, pirate, or devil, although he was indeed all three.
Every man in those two boats was decked out in scarlet cloth and
gold laceexcept one. Every man in those two boats was heavily armed
with muskets, pistols and cutlassesexcept one. The exception was a
man who sat by the side of Jensen. He was clad in black, and his face
was very pale, and there was an ugly gash of a raw wound across his
forehead. I could see that his hands were tied behind him, and in the
wantonness of power Jensen had laid his own bare hanger across the
prisoner's knees. I knew the captive at once. He was the Reverend Mr.
Ebrow, who had so strengthened us by his exhortation during our peril
on board the Royal Christopher.
When Lancelot saw whom they had with them and the way that those
villains treated their captive I noted that his face paled, and that
there came a look into his eyes which I had not often seen there, but
which meant no good for Jensen and his scum if Lancelot got the top of
them. For Lancelot was a staunch Churchman and a respecter of ministers
of God's Word, and as loyal to his religion as he was to his King.
There was one face which I missed out of those boatloads of
blackguards, a face which I had very confidently expected to find most
prominent amongst them. When I missed it in the first boat I made sure
that I should find it in the second, and probably in the place of
command; but it was not there either, very much to my surprise. At that
crisis in our affairs, at that instant of peril to my life, I was for
the moment most perturbed, or at least most puzzled by the fact that I
could not find this familiar face among the collection of
scarlet-coated scoundrels who were creeping in upon us.
The face that I was looking for was a face that would have gone well
enough too with a scarlet coat, for it was a scarlet face in itself. I
looked for that red-haired face which I had seen for the first time
leering at me over Barbara's shoulders on the last day that ever I set
foot within the Skull and Spectacles. I was looking for the face of
Jensen's partner in treasonHatchett.
By this time our enemies had come to within perhaps ten boats'
lengths of Fair Island. All this time they had kept silence, and all
this while we had kept silence also. But now, as if Lancelot had made
up his mind exactly at what point he would take it upon him to act, we
assumed the defensive. For Lancelot gave the command to make ready and
to present our pieces, and his words came from his lips as clearly and
as composedly as if he were only directing some drilling on an English
green. In a moment all our muskets were at the shoulder, while Lancelot
called out to the pirates that if they rowed another inch nearer he
would give the order to fire. Our men were steady men, and, though I am
sure that more than one of them was longing to empty his piece into the
boats, all remained as motionless as if on parade.
The pirate boats came to a dead stop, and I could see that all the
men who were not busy with the oars were gripping their guns. But
Jensen kept them down with a gesture. Then, as the boats were steady,
he rose to his feet and waved a white handkerchief in sign that he
wished for parley. It was part of the foppishness of the fellow that
the handkerchief was edged with lace, like a woman's or a grandee's.
Lancelot called out to him to know what he wanted. Jensen shouted
back that he wished to parley with us. Lancelot promptly made answer
that he needed no parley, that he knew him and his crew for traitors,
murderers, and pirates, with whom he would have no dealings save by
At those bold words of his we could see that the fellows in the
scarlet coats were furious, and we could guess from their gestures that
many of them were urging Jensen to attack us at once, thinking, no
doubt, that they might return our fire and, being able to effect a
landing before we could reload, might cut us to pieces.
But, whatever their purposes were, Jensen restrained them, and it
was a marvel to see the ease with which he ruled those savages. He
again addressed himself to Lancelot, warning him that it would be for
his peace and the peace of those who were with him to come to some
understanding with the invaders. And at last, having spoken some time
without shaking Lancelot's resolve, Jensen asked if he would at least
receive an envoy upon the island.
Lancelot was about to refuse again when something crossed his mind,
and he shouted back to Jensen to know whom he would send. Jensen, who
had probably divined his thoughts, clapped his hand upon the shoulder
of that prisoner of his who sat by his side all in black, and called
out to Lancelot that he proposed to send the parson as his envoy. To
this Lancelot agreed, but I saw that he looked anxious, for it crossed
his mind, as he afterwards told me, that this proposition might merely
serve as an excuse for the pirate boats to come close, and so give them
a better chance of attacking us. However, the pirates made no such
attempt. It may be that Jensen, who was quick of wit, guessed
Lancelot's thought. The boats remained where they were. We saw the
reverend gentleman stand up. One of Jensen's fellows untied his hands,
and then without more ado Jensen caught the poor man up by his
waistband and straightway flung him into the sea.
A cry of anger broke from Lancelot's lips when he saw this, for he
feared that the man might drown. But he was a fair swimmer, and the
distance was not so great, so within a few seconds of his plunge he
found his depth and came wading towards us with the water up to his
middle, looking as wretched as a wet rat, while all the rogues in the
boats laughed loud and long at the figure he cut.
[Illustration: LANCELOT RUSHED FORWARD INTO THE WATER.]
Lancelot rushed forward into the water to give him his hand, and so
drew the poor fellow on to the dry land and amongst us again.
The first thing he did was to assure uswhich was indeed hardly
necessary, considering his cloth and his characterthat he was in no
wise leagued with the pirates, but simply and solely a prisoner at
their mercy, whose life they had preserved that he might be of use to
them as a hostage.
Lancelot called out to the pirate boats to withdraw further back,
which they did after he had passed his word that he would confer with
them again in a quarter of an hour, after he had heard what their envoy
had to say. When they had withdrawn out of gunshot, their scarlet suits
glowing like two patches of blood on the water, then Lancelot, still
bidding our line to be on guard against any surprise, withdrew with me
and the clergyman and two or three of our friends a little way up the
beach. And there we called upon Mr. Ebrow to tell us all that he had to
CHAPTER XXVII. AN ILL TALE
It was an ill tale which he had to tell, and he told it awkwardly,
for he was not a little confused and put about, both by his wound and
by his treatment at the hands of those people. We gave him somewhat to
eat and drink, and he munched and sipped between sentences, for he had
not fared well with the pirates. We would have given him a change of
raiment, too, after his ducking, but this he refused stiffly, saying
that he was well enough as he was, and that a wetting would not hurt
him. And he was indeed a strong, tough man.
Much of what he had to tell us we knew, of course, alreadyof the
appearance of Jensen on the island, of the attack upon the colonists
and the massacre of the most part of them. He himself had got his cut
over the head in the fight, a cut that knocked him senseless, so that
by the time he came to again the business was over and the pirates were
masters of the island.
But he was able to tell us the thing we most wanted to know, the
thing which the fugitives could give us no inkling of, and that was how
it came to pass that Jensen, whom we all deemed dead and drowned,
should have come so calamitously to life again.
It was, it seemed, in this wise. Jensen, who united a madman's
cunning to a bad man's daring, saw that my suspicions of him might
prove fatal to his plans. Those plans had indeed been, as I had
guessed, to seize the Royal Christopher and make a pirate ship of her,
with himself for her captain; and to that end he had manned the ship
with men upon whom he could rely, many of whom had been pirates before,
all of whom were willing to go to any lengths for the sake of plunder
and pleasure. But so long as our party were suspicious of him, and had
arms in readiness to shoot him and his down at the first show of
treachery, it was plain to a simpler man that his precious scheme stood
every chance of coming to smoke.
He guessed, therefore, that if we could be led to believe that he
was dead and done with our suspicions would be lulled, and he would be
left with a fair field to carry out his plan. To that end he devised a
scheme to befool us, and, having primed his party as to his purpose, he
carried it out with all success.
It was no man's body that went overboard on that night, but merely a
mighty beam of wood that one of Jensen's confederates cast over the
vessel's side just before he raised the cry of 'Man overboard!' Jensen
himself was snugly concealed in the innermost parts of the ship, where
he lay close, laughing in his sleeve at us and our credulity. After we
left he came out of his hole and made his way to Early Island, as
agreed upon with his companions, who, on his arrival, butchered the
most of the colonists.
One mystery was disposed of. So was the other mysteryhow Jensen
and his men came to be so well-armed and so gaily attired. When our
expedition was preparing, Captain Marmaduke commissioned Jensen to buy
a store of all manner of agricultural and household implements and
utensils for the use of the young colony. Now, as such gear was not
likely to be of service to Jensen in his piracies, he was at pains to
serve his own ends while he pretended to obey the Captain's commands.
He had therefore made up and committed to the hold a quantity of
cases which professed to contain what the Captain had commanded. But
never a spade or pick, never a roasting-jack or flat-iron, never a
string of beads or a mirror for barter with natives was to be found in
all those boxes. If our colony had ever by any chance arrived at their
goal they would have found themselves in sore straits for the means of
tilling the earth and of cooking their food.
The boxes contained instead a great quantity of arms, such as
muskets and pistols and cutlasses, together with abundance of
ammunition in the shape of powder, bullets and shot. Others of those
boxes contained goodlier gear, for Jensen was a vain rogue as well as a
clever rogue, and dearly loved brave colours about him and to make a
gaudy show. I believe that it was a passion for power and the pomp that
accompanies power more than anything else which drove him to be a
pirate, and that if he could have been, say, a great Minister of State,
who is, after all, often only another kind of pirate, he might have
carried himself very well and been looked upon by the world at large as
a very decent, public-spirited sort of fellow. I have known men in high
office with just such passion for display and dominion as Jensen, and I
do not think that there is much to choose between him and them in that
So sundry of those lying boxes were loaded with gay clothing, such
as those scarlet coats with which we had now made acquaintance, and
which were fashioned on the pattern of those of the bodyguard of His
Majesty, only much more flauntingly tricked out with gold lace and
gilded buttons. It added a shade of darkness to the treachery of this
scoundrel that he should thus presume to parade himself in a parody of
such a uniform.
But besides all this there was yet another secret which those same
false coffers concealed. He had dealings with shipbuilders at Haarlem,
who were noted for their ingenuity and address, and this firm had built
for him two large skiffs, which were made in such a fashion that the
major part of them could be taken to pieces and the whole packed away
in a small space with safety and convenience for his purpose. These
vessels were as easily put together as taken to pieces, and were as
serviceable a kind of boat as ever vessel carried. And so there was the
rascal well prepared to make sure of our ship.
It makes my heart bleed now, after all these years, to think how the
fellow deceived my dear patron, and how the Royal Christopher went
sailing the seas with that secret in her womb, and that we all walked
those decks night after night and day after day, and never suspected
the treason that lay beneath our feet.
But we never did suspect it, and when the time came for us to leave
the ship in a hurry we had little thought in our minds of taking
agricultural implements or household gear or articles of barter with
us. So they lay there snugly in the hold, and Jensen with them, and
Jensen was busy and happy in his wicked way in getting at them, and in
laughing as he did so over our folly in being deceived by him.
It seems that after the departure of Lancelot and our little party
certain of the sailors, as agreed upon beforehand, made their way back
to the ship, and in the dead of night transported the greater quantity
of the weapons and ammunition. They put the skiffs together, too, and
lowered them over the side. The camp had gone to rest when Jensen,
shrieking like a fiend, leaped from his concealment among the trees and
gave the signal for attack. The butchery was brief. The few men who
were armed found that their weapons had been rendered useless, but even
if their murderers had not taken that precaution their victims could
have made no sort of a stand. They were taken by surprise. The horrible
cries that the pirates made as they rushed from their ambush helped to
dishearten the colonists, for they took those noises for the war-cries
of savages, and they yielded to the panic. A very few escaped from the
slaughter, and hid themselves in the woods in the centre of the island.
The manner of their escape I have already related. It seemed from what
the parson now told us that Jensen made little effort to pursue them,
feeling confident that they must perish miserably from hunger and
thirst, if not from wild beasts, in the jungle.
The first use Jensen made of his triumph was to bring over to the
island from the wreck everything that he believed to be needful for the
comfort and adornment of his person and the persons of his following.
All the arms and ammunition that his malign thoughtfulness had
provided, all the fine clothes that he had hidden away, all the store
of wines and strong waters that still remained upon the ship were
carefully disembarked and brought to Early Island. He dressed himself
and his followers up in the smart clothes that we had seen, called
himself king of the island, made his companions take a solemn oath of
allegiance to him and sign it with their blood, and then they all gave
themselves up to an orgie.
For, bad as all this was to tell and to listen to, there was still
worse to be told and heard. To treachery and bloodshed were added
treachery and lust. The cup of Jensen's iniquity was more than full. It
ran over and was spilt upon the ground, crying out to Heaven for
There were, as you know, women among our colonistsnot many, but
still some, the wives of some of the settlers, the daughters and
sisters of others. None of these were hurt when Jensen and his
fellow-fiends made their attacknone of them, unhappily for
themselves, were killed. My cheeks blazed with shame and wrath as I
listened to what the parson had to say, and if Jensen had been before
me I would have been rejoiced to pistol him with my own hand.
The women were parcelled out among the men as the best part of their
booty. There was not a wickeder place on God's earth at that hour than
the island, and its sins, as I thought, should be blotted out by a
thunderbolt from Heaven.
Yet there is something still worse to come, as I take it. In all
this infamy Jensen reserved for himself the privilege of a deeper
degree of infamy. For he told Hatchett, it seems, that he must give up
Barbara, and when Hatchett laughed in his face Jensen shot him dead
where he stood and took her by force. Such was the terror the man
inspired that no one of all his fellows presumed to avenge Hatchett, or
even to protest against the manner of his death. As for the woman, as
for Barbara, she was a strong woman, and she loved Hatchett with all
her heart, and she fought, I believe, hard. But if she was strong,
Jensen was stronger, and merciless. He had everything his own way at
the island; he had his arts of taming people, and the parson told me
that he had tamed Barbara.
I have had to set these wrongs down here for the sake of truth, and
to justify our final deeds against Jensen and his gang. I have set them
down as barely and as briefly as possible, for there are some things so
terrible that they scarcely bear the telling. I cannot be more
particular; the whole bad business was hideous in the extreme, with all
the hideousness that could come from a mind like Jensen'sa mind
begotten of the Bottomless Pit.
But in all my sorrow I was grateful to Heaven that Marjorie had not
been left upon that other island. Better for her to die here by the
hand of the man who loved her than to have been on that island at the
mercy of such men. Thank God, thank God, thank God! I said to myself
again and again. I could say nothing more, I could think nothing more,
only thank God, thank God!
CHAPTER XXVIII. WE DEFY JENSEN
That unhappy Barbara! Her sin had found her out indeed. She was a
wicked woman, for she had been part and parcel in the treason, she had
been hand and glove with the traitors. But she did not mean such
wickedness to the women-folk, and she did what she had done for her
husband's sake, thinking that he would be a pirate king and she his
consort. This was what she meant when she had called herself a queen.
With such falsehoods had Jensen stuffed the ears of the man and his
wife, snaring them to their fate. As I had loved her once, so I pitied
her now. She had shared in a great crime, but it would be hard to shape
a greater penalty for her sin.
By the time that the parson had finished his story we who were
listening to him felt dismal, and we looked at each other grimly.
'What is the first thing to be done?' Lancelot said softly, more to
himself than as really asking any advice upon the matter from us.
'Fire a volley upon those devils when they draw near, and so rid the
earth of them,' I suggested.
Lancelot shook his head.
'They are under the protection of a flag of truce' he began,
when I interrupted him hotly.
'What right,' I raged at him, 'what right have such devils to the
consideration of honourable warfare and of honourable men?'
'None whatever; but that does not change us from being honourable
men and from carrying on our contest according to the rules of
honourable warfare. They are devils, ruffians, what you will, but
wewe are gentlemen, and we have passed our word. We cannot go back
I know very well that I blushed a fiery red, from rage against our
enemy and shame at Lancelot's reproof. But I said nothing, and Mr.
'Mr. Amber,' he said, clasping Lancelot's hand as he spoke, 'you are
in the right, in the very right, as a Christian soldier and a Christian
gentleman. Their hour will come without our anticipating it.' And then
he wrung my hand warmly, in token that he understood my feelings too,
and did not overmuch blame me.
'One thing at least is certain,' said Lancelot. 'You must not return
to the mercies of those villains.'
Mr. Ebrow drew himself stiffly up. He was wet and weary, and the
ugly cut on his forehead did not add to the charm of his rugged face,
but just at that moment he seemed handsome.
'Mr. Amber,' he said, 'I passed my word to those men that I would
return after I had given you their message, and I will keep my word.'
'But,' said Lancelot, 'they will kill you!'
'It is possible,' said the man of God calmly. 'It is very probable.
But I have in my mind the conduct of the Roman Regulus. Should I, who
am a minister of Christ, be less nice in my honour than a Pagan?'
'Nay, but if we were to restrain you by force?' asked Lancelot.
'Mr. Amber,' Ebrow answered, 'it was your duty just now to
administer a reproof to your friend; I hope you will not force me to
reprove you in your turn. I have given my word, and there is an end of
it; and if you were to hold me by the strong hand I should think you
more worthy to consort with those pirates than with me.'
It was now Lancelot's turn to blush. Then he gripped Mr. Ebrow's
'I beg your pardon,' he said, and there were tears in his eyes as he
spoke. 'You have taught me a noble lesson.'
Mr. Ebrow seemed as if he would be going, but I stayed him.
'Reverend sir,' said I, 'may I make so bold as to ask what is this
message that you have to deliver to us?'
For, as a matter of fact, we had so plied him with questions, and he
had been so busy in answering us, that he had not as yet delivered to
us the pirates' message, of which he was the spokesman.
There came a spot of colour on his grey jaws as I spoke.
'True. I fear I make but a poor intermediary,' he said. 'The pirates
propose, in the first place, that you make common cause with them, and
recognise the authority of Cornelys Jensen as your captain, in the
which case Cornelys Jensen guarantees you your share of the spoiling of
the Royal Christopher, and in future a fitting proportion of whatever
profits may come from their enterprises.'
'I suppose you do not expect us to consider that proposition?' said
Mr. Ebrow almost smiled.
'No, indeed,' he said, 'and I do but discharge my promise in
repeating it to you. I must tell you too that he added that he was
wishful to make your sister his wife.'
There came into Lancelot's eyes the ugliest look I ever saw there,
and for myself I know not how I looked, I know only how I felt, and I
will not put my feelings into words. I suppose Mr. Ebrow understood us
and our silence, for he went on with his embassy. 'In the second place,
then, they call upon you to swear that you will take no part against
them, and will, on the contrary, do your endeavour to protect them in
case they should be attacked by other forces.'
'That also needs no consideration,' said Lancelot.
Mr. Ebrow nodded.
'Of course not, of course not. Then, in the third place, they call
upon you to throw down your weapons and to surrender yourselves to them
as prisoners of war, in which case they pledge themselves to respect
your lives and preserve you all as hostages for their own safety.'
'And if we refuse even this offer,' Lancelot asked, 'what is to
'In that case,' said Mr. Ebrow, 'they declare war against you; they
will give you no quarter'
'Let them wait till they are asked!' I broke in; but Lancelot rested
his hand restrainingly upon my arm.
'As for the matter of quarter,' he said, 'it may prove in the end
more our business to give it than to seek for it. Quarter we may indeed
give in this sense, that even those villains shall not be killed in
cold blood if they are willing to surrender. But every man that we take
prisoner shall most assuredly be tried for his life for piracy and
murder upon the high seas. Will you be so good as to tell those men
from me that if they at once surrender the person of Cornelys Jensen
and their own weapons they shall be treated humanely, kept in decent
confinement, and shall have the benefit of their conduct when the time
for trial comes? But this offer will not hold good after to-day, and if
they attempt again to approach the island they shall be fired upon.'
'Well and good, sir,' said Mr. Ebrow. 'Have you anything more to
say, for my masters did but give me a quarter of an hour, and I feel
sure that my time must be expired by now?'
'Only this,' answered Lancelot, 'that if they want to fly their
black flag over this island they must come and take it from us.'
I never saw Lancelot look more gallant, with courage and hope in his
mien, and the soft wind fretting his hair. But the brightness faded
away from his face a moment after as he added:
'It grieves me to heart, sir, that you have to return to those
Mr. Ebrow extended his hand to Lancelot with a wintry smile.
'It is my duty. I do but follow my Master's orders, to do all in His
Name and for His glory.'
He wrung Lancelot's hand and mine, and the hand of every man in our
troop. He gave us his blessing, and then, turning, walked with erect
head to the sea.
As soon as the pirates saw him coming they rowed their boat a little
nearer in, when they rested on their oars, while we stood to our guns
and the parson waded steadily out into the deeper water.
When he reached their boat they dragged him on board roughly, and we
could see from their gestures and his that he was telling them the
result of the interview with us.
The telling did not seem to give any great satisfaction to the
villains, and least of all to Jensen, for he struck the parson a heavy
blow in the face with his clenched hand that felled him, tumbling down
among the rowers. Then Jensen turned and shook his fist in our
direction, and shouted out something that we could not hear because of
the distance and the slight wind.
It seemed to me as if for a moment Jensen had a mind to order his
boats to advance and try to effect a landing, and I wished this in my
heart, for I was eager to come to blows with the villains, and
confident that we should prove a match for them.
But it would seem as if discretion were to prevail with them, in
which, indeed, they were wise, for to attempt to land even a more
numerous force in the face of our well-armed men would have been rash
and a rough business. We saw the boats sweep round and row rapidly
away, and we watched those scarlet coats dwindle into red spots in the
CHAPTER XXIX. THE ATTACK AT LAST
In what I am going to tell there will be little of Marjorie for a
while, for sorely against her will we refused to rank her as a fighting
man and made her keep within shelter, though busy in many ways making
ready for the inevitable attack.
Nothing happened on the next day or the next to disturb our quiet
and the beauty of the weather. For all that was evident to the contrary
we might very well have been the sole inhabitants of that archipelago,
the sole children of those seas, with Marjorie for our queen.
We did not hope, however, nor indeed did we wish, that we had heard
the last of our enemies. There was a moment even when Lancelot
considered the feasibility of our making an attack upon Early Island in
the hope of rescuing some of the captives. But the plan was only
suggested to be dismissed. For every argument which told against their
attempting to make an attack upon us told with ten times greater force
against our making an attack upon them. They outnumbered us; they were
perhaps better armed. The odds were too heavily against us. But our
hearts burnt within us at the thought of the captives.
We had evidently come in for one of those spells of fine weather
which in those regions so often follow upon such a storm as had proved
the undoing of the Royal Christopher. If the conditions had been
different our lives would have been sufficiently enviable. Fair Island
deserves its name; we had summer, food and water; so far as material
comfort went, all was well with us.
But mere material comfort could not cheer us much. We were in peril
ourselves; we were yet more concerned for the peril of Captain Amber,
of whose fortunes and whose whereabouts we knew absolutely nothing. If
he failed to meet a ship he was to return to Early Island. What might
not be his fate? To diminish in some degree the chance of this
catastrophe, we resolved to erect some signal on the highest point of
Fair Island, in the hope that it would have the result of attracting
his attention and leading him to suppose that the whole of the ship's
company were settled down there.
There was no difficulty in the making of such a signal. We had a
flag with us in the boat, and all that it was necessary to do was to
fix it to the summit of one of the tall trees that crowned the hill
which sprang from the centre of Fair Island. In a few hours the flag
was flying gallantly enough from its primitive flag-staff, a
sufficiently conspicuous object even with a gentle breeze to serve, as
we hoped, our turn.
In the two days that followed upon the visit of the pirates we were
busy victualling the stockade and supplying it with water, looking to
our arms and ammunition, and, which was of first importance, in
building a strong fence, loopholed like the stockade. This fence or
wall led down to where our boat lay, and enabled us to protect it from
any attempt of the pirates to carry it off or to destroy it. In work of
this kind the eight-and-forty hours passed away as swiftly as if they
had been but so many minutes.
On the afternoon of the third day all our preparations were
completed, and I was convinced that within that stockade our scanty
force could keep the pirates at bay for a month of Sundays, so long as
they did not succeed in getting sufficiently close to employ fire as a
means of forcing an entrance. But though I felt cheered I noticed that
there was no corresponding cheerfulness in Lancelot's face. He never
looked despondent, but he looked dissatisfied.
I drew him aside and asked what troubled him.
'The moon troubles me,' he answered.
'The moon!' I said in astonishment.
'Yes,' he answered, 'the moonor rather, the absence of the moon.
Last night was the moon's last night, and to-night we shall be in
darkness after sunset. It is under cover of that darkness that, some
time or another, to-night or another night, sooner or later, the
pirates will make an attempt to land. For you may be sure that they
have not forgotten us, and that they would be glad enough to pull down
I felt in my heart that what Lancelot said was true enough, but I
tried to put a bold face upon it.
'After all,' I said, 'the darkness will be as bad for them as it is
'No,' Lancelot said; 'they can steer well enough by the stars. If I
thought that they could get round to the back of the island and fall
upon us that way, I should feel that we were in a very bad case indeed.
But of that I have no fear. There is no place for landing in that part,
and if there were they would find it hard enough to force their way
through the woods. No, no; they will come as they came before.'
I asked him what he thought was the best thing to do. He replied
that the only thing was to keep a very sharp look-out, and to fight
hard if it came to fighting, a pithy sentence, which seemed to me to
sum up the whole art of warat least, so far as we were concerned who
dwelt on Fair Island. To make assurance doubly sure, however, Lancelot
did during the day place a man by the flag-staff, from which point, as
the hill ran up into a high peak, he would be able to sweep the sea in
all directions. With regard to the night, Lancelot showed me how
fortunate it was that he had brought the fireworks with us, as, at a
pinch, in the darkness, we could get a gleam of light for a minute by
I was getting so unstrung by all these alarms and watchings that I
began to wish that the pirates would come once for all that we might
have done with them. For I had confidence in our side and the certainty
of its winning which was scarcely logical, maybe, but which, after all,
I think is a great deal better than feeling suspicious of the strength
of one's own side or speculative as to the merits of one's own cause.
How often afterward, in other places and amid perils as great, or
indeed ten times greater, have I remembered that night with all its
agony of expectation!
The main part of our little garrison was ensconced in the stockade
and sleeping, or seeking to sleep, for every man of us knew well enough
that he needed to have all his energies when the struggle came, and
that the more rest he got beforehand the better the fighting trim he
would be in afterward.
We had sentinels posted at different points along that portion of
the coast where landing was possible, and though we had been grateful
to it before for being such an easy place to land upon, we could almost
have wished in our hearts now that it had been less easy of access.
In front of the stockade, but some considerable distance from it,
and on the sloping land that was nigh to the beach, we had thrown up a
kind of intrenchment, behind which we could kneel and fire, and under
whose cover we hoped to be able to make a good account of assailants. I
was on guard here at night, and I paced up and down in front of it
thinking of all the chances that had happened since I sailed in the
Royal Christopher; and I pleased myself by recalling every word that
Marjorie had said to me, or in thinking of all the words that I should
like to say to her.
Suddenly my thoughts were brought from heaven to earth by a sound as
of a splash in the water. It might have been but a sweep of a
sea-bird's wing as it stooped and wheeled in its flight over the sea,
but it set my pulses tingling and all my senses straining to hear more
and to see something.
The sea that lay so little away from me was all swallowed up in
darkness. I could see nothing to cause me alarm. The quiet of the night
seemed to breathe a deep peace that invited only to thoughts of sleep.
But I was as wide awake as a startled hare, and I listened with all my
ears and peered into the blackness. Was it my heated fancy, I asked
myself, or did I indeed hear faint sounds coming to me from where the
I whistled softly a note something like our English starling'sa
signal that had been agreed upon between Lancelot and me. In a very few
seconds he was at my side.
As I told him of my suspicions Lancelot peered into the darkness,
listening very carefully, and now both he and I felt certain that we
could hear sounds, indistinct but regular, coming from the sea.
'They are doing what I thought they would,' Lancelot whispered to
me. Lancelot's voice had this rare quality, that when he whispered
every syllable was as clear as if he were crying from the housetops.
'They have chosen this dark night to attack us, and they are rowing
with muffled oars. We must do our best to give them a wild welcome. It
is well we have those fireworks; they will serve our turn now.'
He slipped away from my side and was swallowed up in the darkness.
But he soon came back to my side.
'All is ready,' he said.
He had been from man to man, and now every one was at his post. The
bulk of our little body crouched down behind the breastwork while four
men were stationed by the open gates of the stockade to allow us to
make our retreat there. Those who were behind the breastwork knew that
when Lancelot gave the word they were to fire in the direction of the
sea. Lancelot had his lights ready, and we waited anxiously for the
The seconds seemed to lengthen out into centuries as we lay there,
listening to those sounds growing louder, though even at their loudest
they might very well have escaped notice if one were not watching for
them. At last they came to an end altogether, and we could just catch a
sound as of a succession of soft splashes in the water.
Lancelot whispered close to my ear: 'They are getting out in the
shallow water to draw their boats in. We shall have a look at them in
While I held my breath I was conscious that Lancelot was busy with
his flint and steel. His was a sure hand and a firm stroke. I could
hear the click as he struck stone and metal together; there was a gleam
of fire as the fuse caught, and then in another instant one of his
fireworks rose in a blaze of brightness. It only lasted for the space
of a couple of seconds, but in that space of time it showed us all that
we had to see and much more than we wished to see.
As our meteor soared in the air the space in front of us was lit
with a light as clear as the light of dawn, though in colour it was
more like that of the moonat least, as I have seen her rays
represented often enough since in stage plays. Before us the sea
rippled gently against the sand, and in the shallows we saw the pirates
as clearly as we had seen them on the day when they first came to the
There were now three boatloads of them, and the boats were more
fully manned than before. Many of the men were still in the boats, but
the greater part were in the water, barelegged, and were stealthily
urging the boats ashore. They were doing the work quietly, and made
little noise. It was the strangest sight I had ever seen, this sight of
those men in their scarlet coats, that looked so glaring in that blue
light, with their gleaming weapons, all moving towards us with murder
in their minds.
In their amazement at the flame the pirates paused for an instant,
and in that instant Lancelot gave the order we itched for.
Then the silence was shattered by the discharge of our pieces in a
steady volley. All the island rang with the report, and at that very
instant the rocket on its home curve faded and went out with a kind of
wink, and darkness swallowed us all up again.
But what darkness! The darkness had been still; now it was full of
noises. The echo of the report of our volley rang about us; from the
woods came clamour, the screaming and chattering of wakened birds, and
we could even hear the brushing of their wings as they flew from tree
to tree in their terror. But in front of us the sounds were the most
terrible of all; the splashing of bodies falling into the water, the
shrieks of wounded men, the howls and curses of the astonished and
infuriated enemy. We could not tell what hurt we had done, but it must
have been grave, for we had fired at close range, and we were all good
But we could not hope that we had crippled our invaders, or done
much toward equalising our forces. For, as it had seemed in that moment
of illumination, we were outnumbered by well-nigh two to one.
There was no need to fire another light; it was impossible that we
could hope to hold our own in the open, and our enemies would be upon
us before we had time to reload, so there was nothing for it but to
retreat to the stockade with all speed.
Lancelot gave the order, and in another instant we were racing for
the stockade, bending low as we ran, for the pirates had begun to fire
in our direction. But their firing was wild, and it hit none of us; and
it stopped as suddenly as it began, for they soon perceived that it was
idle waste of powder and ball in shooting into the darkness.
Luckily for us, we knew every inch of our territory by heart, and
could make our way well enough to the stockade in the gloom, while we
could hear the pirates behind splashing and stumbling as they landed.
But as they were taken aback by the suddenness of our assault and
its result, they were not eager to advance into the night, and, as I
guessed, waited awhile after landing from their boats.
As for us, we did not pause until we had passed, every one of us,
between the gates of our stockade, and heard them close behind us, and
the bar fall into its place. The first thing I saw in the dim light was
the face of Marjorie, fair in its pale patience. She had a pistol in
her hand, and I knew why she held it.
CHAPTER XXX. OUR FLAG COMES DOWN
We lay still inside our fortalice for awhile, listening, as well as
the throbbing of our pulses would allow, to try and hear what our
invaders were doing.
We could hear the sound of their voices down on the beach, and the
splashing they made in the water as they dragged their dead or wounded
comrades out of the water and hauled their boats close up to the shore.
But beyond this we heard nothing, though the air was so still, now that
the screaming of the birds had died away, that we felt sure that we
must hear the sound of any advance in force.
Lancelot whispered to me that it was possible that they might put
off their assault until daybreak. They were in this predicament, that
if they lit any of the lights which we made no doubt they carried, in
order to ascertain the plight that they were in, they would make
themselves the targets for our muskets. But the one thing certain was
that, under the control of a man like Jensen, they would most certainly
not rest till they tried to get the better of us.
That Jensen himself was not among the disabled we felt confident,
for Lancelot, who had a fine ear, averred that he could distinguish the
sound of Jensen's voice down on the beach, which afterward proved to be
so, for Jensen, unable to distinguish in the darkness the amount of
injury that his army had sustained, was calling over from memory the
name of each man of his gang. Every pirate who answered to his name
stated the nature of his wounds, if he had any. Those who made no
answer Jensen counted for lost, and of these latter there were no less
There was something terrible in the sense of a darkness that was
swarming with enemies. We were not wholly in obscurity inside our
enclosure, for we had a couple of the boat's lanterns, which shed
enough light to enable us to see each other, and to look to our
weapons, without allowing any appreciable light to escape between the
timbers of our fortification. Soon all our muskets were loaded again.
Lancelot appointed one of the men who came to us on the raft, and who
was still too weak for active service, as a loader of guns, that in
case of attack we could keep up a steady firing. Happily for us, our
supply of ammunition was tolerably large.
For some time, however, we were left in peace. The blackness upon
which the pirates had counted as an advantage had proved their bane. So
there was nothing for them to do but to wait with what patience they
could for the dawn.
The dawn did come at last, and I never watched its coming with more
anxiety. Often and often in those days when I believed myself to be
fathom-deep in love I used to lie awake on my bed and watch the dawn
filling the sky, and find in its sadness a kind of solace for mine own.
For a sick spirit there is always something sad about the breaking of
the day. Perhaps, if I had been like those who know the knack of
verses, I should have worked off my ill-humours in rhyme, and slept
better in consequence, and greeted the dawn with joy. Wonder rather
than joy was in my mind on this morning as the sky took colour and the
woods stirred with the chatter of the birds. For the pirates had
disappeared! Their boats lay against the beach, but there was, as it
seemed to us at first, no visible sign of their masters.
We soon discovered their whereabouts, however. They had groped,
under cover of night, to the woods, and we soon had tokens of their
presence. For by-and-by we could hear them moving in the wood, and
could catch the gleam of their scarlet coats and the shine upon their
In the wood they were certainly safe from us, if also we were,
though in less measure, safe from them. As I have said, the wooded hill
ran at a sharp incline at some distance from the place where we had set
up our stockade, so we were not commanded from above, and, no matter
how high the pirates climbed, they could not do us a mischief in that
way by firing down on to us.
They did climb high, but with another purpose, for presently we saw,
with rage in our eyes and hearts, one bit of business they were bent
on. Our flag fluttered down like a wounded bird, and it made me mad to
think that it was being hauled down by those rascals, and that we had
no art to prevent them.
Could we do nothing? I asked Lancelot impatiently. Could we not make
a sortie and destroy the boats that lay down there all undefended? But
Lancelot shook his head. The way to the sea was doubtless covered by
our enemies in the wood. We should only volunteer for targets if we
attempted to stir outside our stockade. There was nothing for it but to
I think that it must have enraged the pirates to find us so well
protected that there was no means of taking us unawares or of creeping
in upon us from the rear. With the daylight they essayed to hurt us by
firing from the hill; but from the lie of the ground their shots did us
no harm, either passing over our heads or striking the wall of our
stronghold and knocking off a shower of splinters, but doing no further
damage. We, on the contrary, were able to retaliate, firing through our
loopholes up the slope at the red jackets in the woods, and with this
much effect, that soon the scarlet rascals ceased to show themselves,
and kept well under cover. We felt very snug where we were, and fit to
stand a siege for just so long as our victuals and water held out.
Then, if the pirates remained upon the island, famine would compel us
to a sortie in the hope of clearing them from the woods, an adventure
in which our chances of success seemed to kick the balance.
But it did not come to that. About an hour before noon those of us
who were at the loopholes saw the shine of a scarlet coat among the
trees on the nearest slope, but before there was time to aim a musket
something white fluttered above it. It was, as it proved, but a
handkerchief tied to a ramrod, but it was a flag of truce for all that,
and a flag of truce is respected by gentlemen of honour, whoever
When the white flag had fluttered long enough for him who held it to
make sure that it must have been seen by us, the bearer came out from
the cover of the wood and walked boldly down the slope. For all the
distance the sharp-sighted among us knew him at once for Cornelys
Jensen, and it came into my mind that perhaps Lancelot might refuse to
accept him as an emissary. Lancelot, however, said nothing, but stood
quietly waiting while the man came nearer. But when he came within
pitch of voice Lancelot called out to him to come to a halt.
Jensen stopped at once and waited till Lancelot again called out to
him to ask what he wanted. Jensen replied that he came under the
protection of a flag of truce; that he wished to come to terms with
Captain Amberfor so he called himif it were by any means possible;
that he was alone and unarmed, and trusted himself to our honour.
Thereupon Lancelot called back to him to come nearer, and he would hear
what he had to say. We had driven some great nails that we had with us
into one of the posts of our wall to serve as a kind of ladder, and by
these nails Lancelot lifted himself to the top of the palisade, and sat
there waiting for Jensen's approach. I begged him not to expose
himself, but he answered that there was no danger, so long as Jensen
remained within short range of half a dozen of our guns, that the
fellows in the woods would make himself a target. And so he sat there
as coolly as if he were in an ingle, whistling 'Tyburn Tree' softly to
himself as Jensen drew near.
CHAPTER XXXI. A PIECE OF DIPLOMACY
When Jensen was within a few feet of the stockade he halted, and
saluted Lancelot with a formal gravity that seemed grotesque under the
circumstances. I will do the rascal this justice, that he looked well
enough in his splendid coat, though his carriage was too
fantasticalmore of the stage player than the soldier. Lancelot,
looking down at the fellow without returning his salutation, asked him
what he wanted.
'Come, Captain Amber,' said Jensen boldly, 'you know what I want
very well. I want to come to terms. Surely two men of the world like us
ought to be able to make terms, Captain Amber.'
'I do not carry the title of Captain,' Lancelot answered, 'and I
have no more in common with you than mere life. My only terms are the
unconditional surrender of yourself and your accomplices. In their case
some allowance may be made. In yoursnone!'
Jensen shrugged his shoulders and smiled with affability at
'The young cock cackles louder than the old cock ever crowed,' he
said; but he said it more good-humouredly than sneeringly, and it was
evident that he was more than willing to propitiate Lancelot. 'We ought
to make terms, for we are both at a loose end here, and might at least
agree not to annoy each other. For you see, Lieutenantif you will
take that titlethat as you judge you shall be judged. If you have no
terms for us we will have no terms for you.'
It was a proof of his own vanity that he thus thrust a title upon
Lancelot, thinking to please him, for when Lancelot, calling him by his
surname, told him again that he had no terms to make with him, he drew
himself up with an offended air and said:
'I call myself Captain Jensen, if you please.'
'It does not please me,' Lancelot retorted, 'to call you anything
but a pirate and a rogue. Go back to your brother rogues at once!'
To my surprise, Jensen kept his temper, and seemed only hurt instead
of angry at Lancelot's attack.
'Hot words,' he said quietly, 'hot words. Upon my honour, you do me
wrong, Lieutenant Amber, for I persist in respecting the courtesies of
war. I wish with all my heart that we could agree, but if we cannot we
cannot, and there's an end of it. But there is another matter I wish to
speak about.' He paused, as if waiting for permission, and when
Lancelot bade him be brief, he went on: 'We have one among us who is
more inclined to your party than to mine. I mean your reverend friend
For my part I was glad to hear that the poor man was still alive,
for I feared that the pirates had killed him after their first attempt.
But I saw Lancelot's face flush with anger, and his voice shook as he
called out that if any harm came to Mr. Ebrow he would hold every man
of the gang responsible for his life.
'Harm has come to him already,' Jensen answered; 'but not from us,
but from you, his friends. He was hurt in the boats last night by your
At this Lancelot gave a groan, and we all felt sick and sorry, while
Jensen, who knew that we could hear, though he could only see Lancelot,
'Do not be alarmed,' he said. 'The godly man is not mortally
wounded. Only his face, which was always far from comely, has not been
bettered by a shot that travelled across the side of the left cheek
from jaw to ear. Now, another man in my place, Lieutenant, knowing the
store you set by the parson, might very well use him to drive a bargain
with you. He is no friend of ours, and the use upon him of a little
torture might induce you to think better of the terms you deny.'
Lancelot grew pale, and he made as if he would speak, but Jensen
delayed him with a wave of the arm.
'Pray let me conclude, Lieutenant Amber,' he went on. 'Another man,
having such a hostage, might use him pretty roughly. But I am not of
that kidney. I want to fight fair. The reverend gentleman is no use to
me. We want no chaplain. He is a friend of yours, and if we win the day
some of you will be glad of his ghostly offices. But he is in our way,
and I cannot answer for the temper of my people if he exhorts us any
more. So I shall be heartily obliged if you will take him off our hands
and relieve me of the responsibility of his presence.'
I had listened to this, as you may believe, in some amazement, and
Lancelot seemed no less surprised. 'What do you mean?' he asked; and
Jensen answered him:
'I mean what I say. You can have your parson. Two of my men, with
this flag, will bring him down, for the poor gentleman is too feeble to
walk alone from loss of blood, and leave him in your charge. After that
we will send no more messages, but fight it out as well as we can till
one or other wins the day.'
He took off his hat as he spoke and made Lancelot a bow; and this
time Lancelot returned his salutation.
'I can only thank you for your offer,' Lancelot said, 'and accept it
gladly. If I cannot change my terms, at least be assured that this
charity shall be remembered to your credit.'
'I ask no more,' Jensen replied; 'and you shall have your man within
With that he clapped his hat proudly upon his head again, and
turning on his heel marched away in a swaggering fashion, while
Lancelot slipped down again into the shelter of the house. In a few
minutes Jensen's red coat had disappeared among the trees, and then we
all turned and stared at each other.
'The devil is not so black as he is painted, after all,' Lancelot
said to me, 'if there is a leaven of good in Cornelys Jensen. But I
shall be heartily glad to have Mr. Ebrow among us, for if the worst
come it will be better to perish with us than to lie at their mercy.'
I did not altogether relish Lancelot's talk about our perishing, for
I had got it into my head that we were more than a match for the
pirates, with all their threats and all their truculence, and my
friend's readiness to face the possibility of being victims instead of
victors dashed my spirits. But I thought of Marjorie, and felt that we
must win orand then my thoughts grew faint and failed me, but not my
promise and my resolve.
We had not waited very long after Jensen's departure when we saw
signs of the fulfilment of his promise. Three men came out of the wood
where he had entered, two in scarlet and one in black. We could see
that the two men in scarlet were supporting the man in black, who
seemed to be almost unable to move, and as the three drew nearer we
could see, at first with a spy-glass and soon without, that he in the
middle had his face all bound about with bloody cloths. At this sight
all our hearts grew hot with anger and pity, and there was not one of
us that did not long to be the first to reach out a helping hand to the
parson. We could see, as the group came nearer, that Jensen's men were
not handling their captive very tenderly. Though his limbs seemed so
weak that his feet trailed on the ground, they made shift to drag him
along at a walk that was almost a trot, as if their only thought was to
be rid as soon as possible of their burden, whose moanings we could now
plainly hear as he was jerked forward by his escort. It seemed such a
shocking thing that a man so good and of so good a calling should be
thus maltreated that, to speak for myself, it called for all my sense
of the obligations of a white flag to stay me from sending a bullet in
the direction of his cowardly companions. I could see that Lancelot was
as much angered as I, by the pallor of his face and the way in which he
clenched his hands.
However, in a few seconds more the pirates had hauled their helpless
prisoner to within a few feet of our fortress. Then, to the increase of
our indignation, they flung him forward with brutal oaths, so that he
fell grovelling on his injured face just in front of our doorway, and
while he lay prone one of the ruffians dealt him a kick which made him
groan like a dog. After they had done this the two red-jackets drew
back a few paces and waited, according to the agreement, laughing the
while at the plight of the clergyman.
In a moment, obedient to a word from Lancelot, a dozen hands lifted
the beam and swung the door back. Lancelot sprang forward, followed
hard by me, to succour our unhappy friend; and between us we lifted him
from the ground, though with some effort, for he seemed quite helpless
and senseless with his ill-treatment and the fall, and unable to give
us the least aid in supporting him. Jensen's two brutes jeered at us
for our pains, bidding us mind our sermon-grinder and the like, with
many expletives that I shall not set down. Indeed, their speech and
behaviour so discredited their mission that it would have jeopardised
their safety, for all their flag of truce, with a commander of less
punctiliousness than Lancelot. But he, without paying heed to their
mutterings, propped the prisoner up stoutly, and carried him, huddled
and trailing, toward the stockade. As we moved him he moaned feebly,
and kept up this moaning as we carried him inside the stockade and drew
him toward the most sheltered corner to lay him down.
My heart bled for the parson in his weakness, with his head all
swathed in bloody bandages, and I shuddered to think what his face
would be like when we took off those coverings. I turned to pile some
coats together for him to rest upon, but I was still looking at him as
he hung helpless against Lancelot, when, in a breath, before my
astounded eyes, the limp form stiffened, and Mr. Ebrow, stiff and
strong, flung himself upon Marjorie and caught her in his arms. Quickly
though the act was done, I still had time to think that Mr. Ebrow's
calamities had turned his brain, and to feel vexation at the increase
to our difficulties with a mad-man in our midst. In the next instant I
saw that Mr. Ebrow was squatting on the ground behind Marjorie,
sheltered by her body, which he held pinioned to his with his left arm,
while his right hand held a pistol close to her forehead. Then a voice
that was not the voice of Mr. Ebrow called out that Marjorie was his
prisoner, and that if any man moved to rescue her he would blow the
girl's brains out. And the voice that made these threats was the voice
of Cornelys Jensen!
I cannot tell you how astounded we were at this sudden turn in our
fortunes. Our garrison, taken by surprise, had left their posts every
man, and stood together at one end of our parallelogram. Lancelot stood
still and white as a statue. I leant against the wall and gasped for
breath like a man struck silly. Marjorie lay perfectly still in the
grasp of her enemy, and Jensen's eyes between the bandages seemed to
survey the whole scene with a savage sense of mastery. He was so well
protected where he crouched by Marjorie's body that no one dared to
fire, or, indeed, for the moment, to do anything but stare in
stupefaction. The stroke was so sudden, the change so unexpected, the
dash so bold, that we were at a disadvantage, and for a space no one
In a loud voice Jensen called upon every man to throw down his
weapons, swearing furiously that if they did not do so he would kill
Marjorie. Marjorie, on her part, though she could not free herself from
Jensen's holdfor Jensen had the clasp and the hold of a bearcried
out to them bravely to do their duty, and defend the place, and pay no
heed to her. But the men were not of that temper; they were at a loss;
they feared Jensen, and this display of his daring unnerved them. They
stood idly in a mass, while I, from where I stood, could see through
the open door, to which no one else paid any heed, Jensen's men coming
out of the wood, with only a few hundred yards of level ground between
them and us. I was cumbered, as I told you, with some sea-coats, that I
had caught up to make a couch for Mr. Ebrow, and as I held them to me
with my left arm, they almost covered me from neck to knee. Now, in my
pocket I carried the little pistol that Lancelot had given me, and in
my first moment of surprise my right hand had involuntarily sought it
out. Now, I was not much of a shot, and yet in a moment I made my mind
up what I would do. I would, under cover of the coats, which I clutched
to me, fire my piece through my pocket at Jensen, trusting to God to
straighten the aim and guide the bullet. In that moment I took all the
chances. If I hit Jensen, who was somewhat exposed to me where I stood,
all would be well. If I missed him and he at once killed Marjorie, or
if, missing him, I myself wounded or killed Marjorie, I knew that at
least I should be doing as Marjorie would have me do, and in either of
these cases we could despatch Jensen and have up our barricade again
before help would come to him. All this takes time to tell, but took no
time in the thinking, and my finger was upon the trigger when, in the
providence of God, something happened which altered every
purposeJensen's and the others', and mine. There came a great crash
through the air loud as immediate thunder, with a noise that seemed to
shake heaven above and earth below us. Every one of us in that narrow
place knew it for the roar of a ship's gun.
CHAPTER XXXII. THE SEA GIVES UP ITS
The clatter of that reverberation altered in a trice the whole
conditions of our game. Jensen, in his surprise, looked up for a
moment, and in that moment I had flung myself upon him, and his pistol,
going off, spent its bullet harmlessly in the skies. In another second
he had knocked me to the ground with a force that nearly stunned me;
but before he could use another weapon twenty hands were upon him, and
twenty weapons would have ended him but for Lancelot's command to take
him alive. In a trice we had flung our door in its place and swung the
beam across, and there we were, none the worse for our adventure, with
the chief of our enemies fast prisoner in our hands. Already the
pirates were scouring back into the woods, and though certain of our
men had the presence of mind to empty their muskets after them, and
bring down the two rogues who had carried the sham Ebrow to us, most of
us were occupied in peering through the loopholes on the other side of
the fortress at a blessed sight. Not half a mile away rode the ship
that had fired the shot; the smoke of the discharge was still in the
air about her. She was a frigate, and she flew the Dutch flag.
You may imagine with what a rapture we saw that frigate and that
flag. It could only mean succour, and we were sick at heart to think
that we had no flag with us to fly in answer. But we waited and watched
with beating hearts behind our walls, and presently we could see that a
boat was lowered and that men came over the side and filled it, and
then it began to make for Fair Island as fast as stroke of oar could
carry it. With a cry of joy Lancelot thrust his spy-glass into my hand,
crying out to me that Captain Amber was on board the boat. And so
indeed he was, for I had no sooner clapped the glass to my eye than
there I saw him, sitting in the stern in his brave blue coat, and at
the sight of him my heart gave a great leap for joy. We opened our
seaward gate at once, and in a moment Marjorie and Lancelot and I were
racing to the strand, followed by half a dozen others, leaving the
stockade well guarded, and orders to shoot Jensen on the first sign of
any return of the pirates from the woods. Though, indeed, we felt
pretty sure that they would make no further attempt against us, having
lost their leader, and being now menaced by this new and unexpected
As the boat drew nearer shore Lancelot tied a handkerchief to the
point of his cutlass and waved it in the air, and at sight of it the
figure in blue in the stern raised his hat, and the men rowing, seeing
him do this, raised a lusty cheer, and pulled with a warmer will than
ever, so that in a few more minutes their keel grated on the sand.
Captain Amber leaped out of the boat like a boy, splashing through
the water to join us, while the Dutch seamen hauled the boat up and
stared at us stolidly. Captain Amber clasped Marjorie's hand and
murmured to himself 'Thank God!' while tears stood in his china-blue
eyes, and were answered, for the first time that I ever saw them there,
by tears in Marjorie's. Next he embraced Lancelot, and then he turned
to me and wrung my hand with the same heartiness as on that first day
in Sendennis, and it seemed to me for the moment as if that strand and
island and all those leagues of land and water had ceased to be, and I
were back again in the windy High Street, with my mother's shop-bell
Only for a moment, however. There was no time for day-dreams.
Hurriedly we told Captain Amber all that we had to tell. Much of the
ugly story we found that he knew, and how he knew you shall learn
later. Our immediate duty was to secure the pirates who were still at
large on the island, and this proved an easy business. For the Dutch
commander, who claimed the authority of his nation for all that region,
sent one of his men with a flag of truce, accompanied by one of us for
interpreter, to let them know that if they did not surrender
unconditionally he would first bombard the wood in which they
sheltered, and then land a party of men, who would cut down any
survivors without mercy. As there was no help for it, the pirates did
surrender. They came out of the woods, a sorry gang, and laid down
their arms, and with the help of the Dutchmen, who lent us irons, we
soon had the whole band manacled and helpless.
So there was an end of this most nefarious mutiny. With Cornelys
Jensen fast in fetters the heart of the business would have been broken
even without help from the sea. There was no man of all the others who
was at all his peer, either for villainy or for enterprise and daring.
Even if there had been, the pirates would have had no great chance,
while, as it was, their case had no hope in it, and they succumbed to
their fate in a kind of sullen apathy. Honest men had triumphed over
rogues once more in the swing of the world's story, as I am heartily
glad to believe that in the long run they always have done and always
will do, until the day when rogues and righteous meet for the last
We soon heard of all that had happened to Captain Marmaduke after he
left the Royal Christopheror rather, after he had been forced to put
forth from Early Island. It had been Captain Marmaduke's intention to
make for Batavia, in the certainty of finding ships and succour there.
By the good fortune of the fair weather, his course, if slow by reason
of the little wind, was untroubled; and by happy chance, ere he had
come to the end, he sighted the Dutch frigate, and spoke her. The Dutch
captain consented to carry Captain Amber back to the wreck. On their
arrival at Early Island they found the place in the possession of a few
half-drunken mutineers, who were soon overpowered, and they learnt the
tale of Jensen's treachery from the lips of the captive women. It was
then that they sailed for Fair Island, with the women and prisoners on
board, and arrived just in time to serve us the best turn in the world.
There was nothing for us now to do but to ship off our prisoners to
Batavia in the frigate, where they would be dealt with by Dutch
justice, and be hanged with all decorum, in accordance with the laws of
civilised States. We were to go with the frigate ourselves, for at
Batavia it was our Captain's resolve to buy him a new ship and so turn
home to his own people and his own country, and try his hand no more at
colonies, which was indeed the wisest thing he could do. Let me say
here that to our great satisfaction we found Mr. Ebrow in the woods,
tied nearly naked to a tree, alive and well, if very weak; but without
a complaint on his lips or in his heart.
I was one of the earliest to go aboard the frigate, and the first
sight I saw on her decks was a group of women huddled together in all
the seeming of despair. These were the victims of the pirates' lust,
and as they sat together they would wail now and then in a way that was
pitiful to hear. But there was one woman who sat a little apart from
the others and held her head high, and this woman was Barbara Hatchett.
I scarce knew if I should approach her or no, but when she saw me,
which was the moment I came aboard, she made me a sign with her head,
and I at once went up to her. All the warm colour had gone out of her
dark face, and the fire had faded from her dark eyes, but she was still
very beautiful in her misery, and she carried herself grandly, like a
ruined queen. As I looked at her my mind went back to that first day I
ever saw her and was bewitched by her, and then to that other day when
I found her in the sea-fellow's arms and thought the way of the world
was ended. And for the sake of my old love and my old sorrow my heart
was racked for her, and I could have cried as I had cried that day upon
the downs. But there were no tears in the woman's eyes, and as I came
she stood up and held out her hand to me with an air of pride; and I am
glad to think that I had the grace to kiss it and to kneel as I kissed
'Well, Ralph,' she said, 'this is a queer meeting for old friends
and old flames. We did not think of this in the days when we watched
the sea and waited for my ship.'
I could say nothing, but she went on, and her voice was quite
'This is a grand ship, but it is not my ship. My ship came in and my
ship went out, and the devil took it and my heart's desire and me.'
She was silent for a moment, and then she asked me what the boats
were bringing from the island. I told her that they were conveying the
prisoners aboard to be carried to trial at Batavia. She heard me with a
changeless face, as she looked across the sea where the ship's boats
were making their way to the ship, and after awhile she asked me if I
thought that we were bound to forgive our enemies and those who had
used us evilly.
I was at a loss what to answer, but I stammered out somewhat to the
effect that such was our Christian duty. The words stuck a little in my
throat, for I did not feel in a forgiving mood at that moment.
'So Mr. Ebrow tells us,' she went on softly. Mr. Ebrow had been sent
on board at once, and had immediately devoted himself, sick and weak
though he was, to ministrations among the unhappy women. 'So Mr. Ebrow
says, and he is a good man, and ought to know best. Shall I forgive,
Ralph, shall I forgive?'
There was to me something infinitely touching in the way in which
she spoke to me, as if she felt she had a claim upon methe claim that
a sister might have upon a brother.
I told her that Mr. Ebrow, being a man of God, was a better guide
and counsellor than I, but that forgiveness was a noble charity.
Indeed, I was at a loss what to say, with my heart so wrung.
'Well, well,' she said, 'let us forgive and forget,' andfor there
was no restraint upon the movements of the womanshe moved toward the
side, where they were lifting the manacled prisoners on board. Jensen
was in the first batch, but not the first to be brought on board, and
he carried himself sullenly, with his eyes cast down, and seemed to
notice nothing as he was brought up on the deck. The prisoners were so
securely bound that no especial guard was placed over them during the
process of taking them from the boats, and so, before I was aware of
it, Barbara had slipped by me and between the Dutch sailors, and was by
Jensen's side. For the moment I thought that she had come to carry out
her promise of forgiveness; but Jensen lifted his face, and I saw it,
and saw that it was writhed with a great horror and a great fear. And
then I saw her lift her hand, and saw a knife in her hand, and the next
moment she had driven it once and twice into his breast by the heart,
and Jensen dropped like a log, and his blood ran over the deck. Then
she turned to me, and her face was as red as fire, and she cried out,
'Forgive and forget!' and so drove the knife into her own body and fell
in her turn. It was all done so swiftly that there was no time for
anyone to lift a hand to interfere, and when we came to lift them up
they were both dead. This was the end of that beautiful woman, and this
the end of Cornelys Jensen. He should have lived to be hanged; it was
too good a death for him to die by her hand; but I can understand how
it seemed to her hot blood and her wronged womanhood that she could
only wash out her shame by shedding her wronger's blood. May Heaven
have mercy upon her!
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE LAST OF THE SHIP
It was many a weary month before we saw Sendennis again, but we did
see it again. For Captain Marmaduke was so dashed by the untoward
results of his benevolence and the failure of his scheme that he saw
nothing better to do than to turn homeward, after mending his fortunes
by the sale of the greater part of his Dutch plantations. A portion,
however, he set apart and made over as a settlement for the remnant of
the colonists, who, having got so far, had no mind to turn back, and as
an asylum for the wretched women. With the aid of the Dutchmen we got
the Royal Christopher off her reef and made shift to tow her into
harbourage at Batavia, and there Captain Amber sold her and bought
another vessel, wherein we made the best of our way back to England,
with no further adventures to speak of. At Sendennis I had the joy to
find my mother alive and well, and the wonder to find that my
birth-place seemed to have grown smaller in my absence, but was
And at Sendennis the best thing happened to me that can happen to
any man in the world. For one morning, soon after our home-coming, I
prayed Marjorie to walk with me a little ways, and she consented, and
we went together outside the town and into the free sweet country. We
fared till we came to that place where Lancelot once had found me,
drowned in folly, and there I showed Marjorie the picture that Lancelot
had given me, the picture of her younger self. And somehow as she took
it from my hands and looked at it there came a little tremor to her
lips and my soul found words for me to speak. I told her again that I
loved her, that I should love her to the end of my days. I do not
remember all I said; I dare say my words would show blunderingly enough
on plain paper, but she listened to them quietly, looking at the sea
with steady eyes. When I had done she stood still for a little, and
then answered, and I remember every word she said.
'We are young, you and I, but I do not believe we are changeable. I
feel very sure that you have spoken the truth to me; be very sure that
I am speaking the truth to you. I love you!'
And so for the first time our lips met and the glory came into my
life. I sailed the seas and made my fortune and married my heart's
desire, and we roved the world together year after year, and always the
glory staying with me in all its morning brightness.
All my life long I have hated parting from friends, parting
from familiar faces and familiar places. Yet by the course which it has pleased
Providence to give to my life it has been my lot to have many partings, both
with well-loved men and women and with well-loved lands and dwellings. It is the
plague of the wandering life, pleasant as it is in so many things, that it does
of necessity mean the clasping of so many hands in parting, that it does of
necessity mean the saying of so many farewells. Yet, after all, parting is the
penalty of man for his transgression, and the most stay-at-home, lie-by-the-fire
fellow has his share with the rest. Thus the philosopher by temperament, like my
Lord Chesterfield, takes his friendships and even his loves upon an easy
covenant, and the religious accept in resignation, and the rest shift as best
they can. And so I hold out my hand and wish you good luck and God-sp