 Chapter 15 of Mr. Midshipman Easy Chapter 15 in which mutiny, like fire, is quenched for want of fuel and no want of water. Although we have made the African Negro hitherto talk in his own mixed jargon, yet as we consider that in a long narration it will be tedious to the reader, we shall now translate the narrative part into good English, merely leaving the conversation with which it may be broken in its particular dialect. The first thing I recollect, said Mestie, is that I was carried on the shoulders of a man with my legs hanging down before me and holding on by his head. Everyone used to look at me and get out of the way as I rolled through the town and the marketplace, so loaded with heavy gold ornaments that I could not bear them, and was glad when the women took them off. But as I grew older I became proud of them, because I knew that I was the son of a king. I lived happily, I did nothing but shoot my arrows, and I had a little sword, which I was taught to handle, and the great captains who were about my father showed me how to kill my enemies. Sometimes I laid under the shady trees, sometimes I was with the women belonging to my father, sometimes I was with him, and played with the skulls, and repeated the names of those to whom they belonged, for in our country when we kill our enemies we keep their skulls as trophies. As I grew older I did as I pleased, I beat the women and the slaves, I think that I killed some of the latter, I know I did one, to try whether I could strike well with my two-handed sword made of hard and heavy wood, but that is nothing in our country. I longed to be a great captain, and I thought of nothing else but war and fighting, and how many skulls I should have in my possession when I had a house and wives of my own, and was no longer a boy. I went out in the woods to hunt, and I stayed for weeks, and one day I saw a panther basking in the sun, waving his graceful tail. I crept up softly till I was behind a rock within three yards of it, and drawing my arrow to the head I paced him through the body. The animal bounded up in the air, saw me, roared, and made a spring, but I dropped behind the rock as he passed over me. He turned again to me, but I had my knife ready, and as he fixed his talons into my shoulder and breast I paced him to the heart. This was the happiest day of my life. I had killed a panther without assistance, and I had the wounds to show. Though I was severely hurt, I thought nothing of it. I took off the skin as my blood dripped down and mixed with that of the beast. But I rejoiced in it. Proudly did I go into the town, dripping with gore and smatting with pain. Everyone extolled the feet, called me a hero and a great captain. I filed my teeth, and I became a man. From that day I ranked among the warriors, and soon as my wounds were healed, I went out to battle. In three fights I gained five skulls, and when I returned they weighed me out gold. And then I had a house, and wives, and my father appointed me a cabacere. I wore the plume of an eagle, and ostrich feathers. My dress was covered with fetishes. I pulled on the boots with bells, and with my bows and arrows, slung on my back, my spear and blunderbuss, my knives and my double-handed sword. I led them in to battle, and brought back skulls and slaves. Everyone trembled at my name, and if my father threatened to send me out, gold dust covered the floor of his hall of counsel. Now I boiled the kettle for the young gentleman. There was one man I liked. He was not a warrior, or I should have hated him, but he was brought up with me in my father's house, and was a near relative. I was grave and full of pride. He was gay and fond of music. And although there was no music to me equal to the tom-tom, yet I did not always wish for excitement. I was often melancholy, and then I liked to lay my head in the lap of one of the wives under the shady forest behind my house, and listened to his soft music. At last we went to a town near us where his father lived, and as he departed I gave him gold dust. He had been sent to my father to be farmed into a warrior, but he had no strength of body, and he had no soul. Still I loved him, because he was not like myself. There was a girl in the town who was beautiful. Many asked her as their wife, but her father had long promised her to my friend. He refused even the greatest worry of the place who went away in wrath to the fetish man, and throwing him his gold omelets asked for a fetish against his rival. It was given, and two days before he was to be married, my friend died. His mother came to me, and it was enough. I put on my wardress, I seized my weapons, sat for a whole day with my skulls before me, working up my revenge, called up my men, and that night set off for the town where the warrior resided, killed two of his relatives, and carried off ten of his slaves. When he heard what I had done, he trembled and sent gold. But I knew he had taken the girl home as his wife, and I would not listen to the old man who sought to pacify me. Again I collected a larger force and attacked him in the night. We fought, for he was prepared with his men, but after a struggle he was beaten back. I fired his house, wasted his provision ground, and taking away more slaves, I returned home with my men, intending soon to assault him again. The next day there came more messengers who knelt in vain, so they went to my father, and many warriors begged him to interfere. My father sent for me, but I would not listen. The warriors spoke, and I turned my back. My father was wrath, and threatened. The warriors brandished their two handled swords. They dared to do it. I looked over my shoulder with contempt, and I returned to my house. I took down my skulls, and I planned. It was evening, and I was alone, when a woman covered up to the eyes approached. She fell down before me as she exposed her face. I am the girl who was promised to your relation, and I am now the wife of your enemy. I shall be a mother. I could not love your relation, for he was no warrior. It is not true that my husband asked for fetish. It was I who brought it, for I would not wed him. Kill me, and be satisfied. She was very beautiful, and he wondered not that my enemy loved her, and she was with child. It was his child, and she had fetished my friend to death. I raised my sword to strike, and she did not shrink. It saved her life. Though art fit to be the mother of warriors, said I, as I dropped my sword, and thou shalt be my wife. But first his child shall be born, and I will have thy husband's skull. No, no, replied she, I will be the mother of no warriors, but by my present husband, whom I love. If you keep me as your slave, I will die. I told her she said foolish things, and sent her to the woman's apartment, with orders to be watched. But she hardly had been locked up, before she drew her knife, plunged it into her heart, and died. When the king my father heard this, he sent me a message. Be satisfied with the blood that has been shed, it is enough. But I turned away, for I wished for mine enemy's skull. That night I attacked him again, and met him hand to hand. I killed him, and carried home his skull, and I was appeased. But the great warriors were wrath, and my father could not restrain them. They called out their men, and I called out my men, and I had a large body, for my name was terrible. But the force raised against me was twice that of mine, and I retreated to the bush. After a while we met and fought, and I killed many, but my men were too few, and were overpowered. The fetish had been sent out against me, and their hearts melted. At last I sank down with my wounds, for I bled at every pore, and I told my men who were about me to take off my feathers, and my dress and boots, that my enemies might not have my skull. They did so, and I crawled into the bush to die. But I was not to die. I was recovering when I was discovered by those who steal men to sell them. I was bound fast into a chain with many more. I, a prince, and a warrior, who could show the white skulls of his enemies. I offered to procure gold, but they derided me. They dragged me down to the coast, and sold me to the whites. Little did I think in my pride that I should be a slave. I knew that I was to die, and hoped to die in battle. My skull would have been more prized than all the gold in the earth, and my skin would have been stuffed and hung up in the fetish house, instead of which I now boiled the kettle for the young gentlemen. Well, replied Jack, that's better than being killed and stuffed. May harp it is, replied Misty. I think very different now than I think then. But still, it woman's work, and not suit me. They put me with others into a cave until the ship came, and then we were sent on board, putting eye-ins and down in the hold where you could not sit upright. I wanted to die, but could not. Others died every day, but I lived. I was landed in America, all bone, and I fetched very little money. They laughed at me as they bid their dollars. At last a man took me away, and I was on a plantation with hundreds more, but too ill to work, and not intending to work. The other slaves asked me if I was a fetish man. I said yes, and I would fetish any man that I did not like. One man laughed, and I held up my finger. I was too weak to get up, for my blood had long boiled with fever. And I said to him, you shall die, for I meant to have killed him as soon as I was well. He went away, and in three days he was dead. I don't know how, but all the slaves feared me, and my master feared me, for he had seen the man die. And he, although he was a white man, believed in fetish. And he wished to sell me again, but no one would buy a fetish man. So he made friends with me, for I told him, if I was beat, he should die. And he believed me. He took me into his house, and I was his chief man, and I would not let the other slaves steal, and he was content. He took me with him to New York, and there, after two years, when I had learned English, I ran away, and got aboard of an English ship. And they told me to cook. I left the ship as soon as I came to England, and offered myself to another. And they said they did not want a cook. And I went to another, and they asked me if I was a good cook. Everybody seemed to think that a black man must be a cook, and nothing else. At last I stave, and I go on board a man of war, and here I am, after having been a warrior, and a prince, a cook, steward, and everything else, boiling kettle for the young gentleman. Well, replied Jack, at all events that is better than being a slave. Mesty made no reply. Anyone who knows the life of a midshipman's servant will not be surprised at his silence. Now, tell me, do you think you were right in being so revengeful when you were in your own country? inquired Jack. I think so, then, Marseillezy, sometimes when my blood boil, I think so, now. Other time, I know, know what to think, but when a man love very much, he hate very much. But now you are Christian, Mesty. I hear all that your people say, replied the negro, and it make me think I no longer believe in fetish anyhow. Our religion tells us to love our enemies. Jass, I heard the parson say that, but then what we do with our friends, Marseillezy, love them, too. Love them, too. I no understand that, Marseillezy. I love you because you good and treat me well. Mr. Vigors, he bully and treat me ill, how possible to love him. By da power I hate him and wish I had him, Skull. You think little Marseillezy'd love him? No, replied Jack, laughing. I'm afraid that he would like to have his Skull as well as you, Mesty. But in all events we must try and forgive those who injure us. Dan, Marseillezy, I think so, too. Too much revenge, very bad. It very easy to hate, but not very easy to forgive. So I think that if a man forgive, he have more soul in him. He more of a man. After all, thought Jack, Mesty is about as good a Christian as most people. What that? cried Mesty, looking out of the cabin window. Ah, damn drunken dogs! They set fire to Tent. Jack looked, and perceived that the Tent on shore was in flames. I think these cold nights cool their courage anyhow, he observed. Marseillezy, you see, they soon asked permission to come on board. Jack thought so, too, and was most anxious to be off, for, on looking into the lockers of the stateroom, he found a chart of the Mediterranean which he studied very attentively. He had found out the rock of Gibraltar, and traced the harpy's course to the Cape de Kat, and thence to Tarragona, and after a while had summoned Mesty to a cabinet council. See, Mesty, said Jack, I begin to make it out. Here is Gibraltar, and the Cape de Kat, and Tarragona. It was here about we were when we took the ship, and, if you recollect, we had passed Cape de Kat two days before we were blown off from the land, so that we had gone about twelve inches, and only four more to go. Yes, Marseillezy, I see that. Well, then, we were blown off shore by the wind, and must, of course, have come down this way, and here you see our three little islands, called Zafarene Islands, and with no names of towns upon them, and therefore uninhabited, and you see they lie just like the islands we are anchored among now. We must be at the Zafarene Islands, and only six inches from Gibraltar. I see, Master Easy, that all right, but six devilish long inches. Now, Mesty, you know the compass on deck has a flourishing thing for the north point, and here is a compass with a north point also. Now, the north point from the Zafarene Islands leads out to the Spanish coast again, and Gibraltar lies five or six points of the compass to this side of it. If we steer that way, we shall get to Gibraltar. All right, Marseillezy, replied Mesty, and Jack was right, with the exception of the variation which he knew nothing about. To make sure, Jack brought one of the compasses down from the deck and compared them. He then lifted off the glass, counted the points of the compass to the westward, and marked the corresponding one on the binnacle compass with his pen. There, he said, that is the way to Gibraltar, and as soon as the mutiny is quelled and the wind is fair, I'll be off. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of Mr. Midshipman Easy This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Mr. Midshipman Easy by Captain Frank Marriott, read by Adrian Pretzelis. Chapter 16, in which Jack's cruise is ended, and he regains the harpy. A few more days passed, and, as was expected, the mutineers could hold out no longer. In the first place they had put in the spline of the second cask of wine so loosely when they were tipsy that it dropped out, and all the wine ran out, so that there had been none left for three or four days. In the next their fuel had long been expended, and they had latterly eaten their meat raw. The loss of their tent, which had been fired by their carelessness, had been followed by four days and nights of continual rain. Everything they had had been soaked through and through, and they were worn out, shivering with cold and starving. Hanging they thought better than dying by inches from starvation, and yielding to the imperious demands of hunger, they came down to the beach, abreast of the ship, and dropped down on their knees. I tell you so, Master Easy, said Mestie. Damn rascals! They forget they come down musket fire at us every day. By our depowers, Mestie not forget it. Ship ahoy! cried one of the men on shore. What do you want? replied Jack. Have pity on us, sir. Mercy! exclaimed the other men. We will return to our duty. Devil dealt him. What shall I say, Mestie? Tell him no first, Master Easy. Tell him to starve and be damned. I cannot take mutineers on board, replied Jack. Well, then, our blood be on your hands, Mr. Easy, replied the first man who had spoken. If we are to die, it must not be by inches. If you will not take us, the sharks shall. It is but a crunch, and all is over. What do you say, my lads? Let us all rush in together. Goodbye, Mr. Easy. I hope you'll forgive us when we're dead. It was all that rascal Johnson, the coxswain, who persuaded us. Come, my lads, it's no use thinking of it. The sooner done, the better. Let us shake hands, and then make one run of it. It appeared that the poor fellows had already made up their minds to do this. If our hero, persuaded by Mestie, had refused to take them on board. They shook hands all round, and then, walking a few yards from the beach, stood in a line when the man gave the signal. One, two, stop! cried Jack, who had not forgotten the dreadful scene which had already taken place. Stop! the men paused. What will you promise if I take you on board? To do our duty cheerfully till we join the ship, and then, be hung as an example to all mutineers, replied the men. That very fair, replied Mestie. Take Demeter word, Master Easy. Very well, replied Jack. I accept your conditions, and we will come for you. Jack and Mestie hauled up the boat, stuck their pistols in their belts, and pulled to the shore. The men, as they stepped in, touched their hats respectfully to our hero, but said nothing. On their arrival on board, Jack read that part of the Articles of War relative to mutiny, by which the men were reminded of the very satisfactory fact that they were to suffer death, and then made a speech which, to men who were starving, appeared to be interminable. However, there isn't into everything in this world, and so there was to Jack's harangue, after which Mestie gave them some biscuit, which they devoured in thankfulness, until they could get something better. The next morning the wind was fair. They wade their kedge with some difficulty, and ran out of the harbour. The men appeared very contrite, worked well but in silence, for they had no very pleasant anticipations. But hope always remains with us, and each of the men, although he had no doubt that the others would be hung, hoped that he would escape with a sound flogging. The wind, however, did not allow them to steer their course long. Before night it was contrary, and they fell off three-point to the northward. However, as Jack observed, at all events we shall make the Spanish coast, and then we must run down it to Gibraltar. I don't care, I understand navigation much better than I did. The next morning they found themselves with a very slight breeze under a high cape, and as the sun rose they observed a large vessel in shore, about two miles to the westward of them, and another outside, about four miles off. Mestie took the glass and examined the one outside, which, on a sudden, had let fall all her canvas, and was now running for the shore, steering for the cape under which Jack's vessel lay. Mestie put down the glass. One of the seamen took the glass and examined her, while the others, who stood by, showed great agitation. Yes, it is the harpy, said the seamen. Oh, Mr. Easy, will you forgive us? continued the man, and he and the others fell on their knees. Do not tell all for God's sake, Mr. Easy. Jack's heart melted. He looked at Mestie. I think, said Mestie, apart to our hero, that with what them have suffered already, suppose they get seven dozen a piece, that quite enough. Jack thought that even half that punishment would suffice, so he told the man that, although he must state what had occurred, he would not tell all, and would contrive to get them off as well as he could. He was about to make a long speech, but a gun from the harpy, which had now come up within range, made him defer it till a more convenient opportunity. At the same time the vessel inshore hoisted Spanish colours and fired a gun. Boy, da powers! But we got in the middle of it! cried Mestie. Harpy, tink us a Spaniard! Now, my lads, get all gun ready, bring a powder and shot! Master, now day fire at Spaniard! Harpy, not fire at us! No hab English colour on board! Dat all we must do! The men set to with a will. The guns were all loaded, and soon were cast loose and primed, during which operations it fell calm, and the sails of all three vessels flapped against their masts. The harpy was then about two miles from Jack's vessel, and the Spaniard about a mile from him, with all her boats ahead of her, towing towards him. Mestie examined the Spanish vessel. Dat man of war, Master Easy! What a devil we do for colour! Must hoist something! Mestie ran down below. He recollected that there was a very gay petticoat, which had been left by the old lady who was in the vessel when they captured her. It was of green silk, with yellow and blue flowers, but very faded, having probably been in the dawn's family for a century. Mestie had found it under the mattress of one of the beds, and had put it in his bag, intending probably to cut it up into waistcoats. He soon appeared with this under his arm, made it fast to the peak haleads, and hoisted it up. Dare, Master! Dat do very well! Dat what you call all nation colour! Everybody strike him flag to dat! Men never pull it down, said Mestie. Anyhow! Now, den, ab hoist colour, we fire away! Mind you, only fire one gone at a time, and point him well! Den ab time to load again! She's hoisted her colours, sir, said Solbridge on board of the harpy, but they do not show out clear, and it's impossible to distinguish them. But there's a gun. It's not at us, sir, said Gasko in the midshipmen. It's at the Spanish vessel. I saw the shot fall ahead of her. It must be a privateer, said Captain Wilson, and all events it is very fortunate, for the covets would otherwise have towed into Carthagena. Another gun, round and grape, well pointed too. She carries heavy metal that craft. She must be a Maltese privateer. That's as much to say that she's a pirate, said Solbridge. I can make nothing of her colours. They appear to me to be green. She must be a Turk. Another gun, and devilishly well aimed. It has hit the boats. Yes, they are all in confusion. We will have her now. If we can only get a trifle of wind. That is a breeze coming up in the offing. Trim the sails, Mr. Solbridge. The yards were squared, and the harpy soon had steerage way. In the meantime, Jack and his few men had kept up a steady, well directed, though slow, fire with their laboured guns upon the Spanish corvette, and two of her boats had been disabled. The harpy brought the breeze up with her, and was soon within range. She steered to cut off the corvette, firing only on her bow chasers. We have her now, cried Mestee. Fire away, men. Take good aim. Breeze, calm now. One man, go to hell. By the power, what doth? The exclamation of Mestee was occasioned by a shot hulling the ship on the starboard side. Jack and he ran over, and perceived that three Spanish gunboats had just made their appearance around the point, and had attacked them. The fact was that, on the other side of the cape, was the port and town of Carthagena, and these gunboats had been sent out to the assistance of the corvette. The ship had now caught the breeze, fortunately for Jack, or he would probably have been taken into Carthagena, and the corvette, vining herself cut off by both the harpy and Jack's vessel, as soon as the breeze came up to her, put her head the other way, and tried to escape by running westward along the coast, close to shore. Another shot, and then another pierced the hull of the ship, and wounded two of Jack's men. But as the corvette had turned and the harpy followed her, of course Jack did the same, and in ten minutes he was clear of the gunboats, who did not venture to make sail and stand after him. The wind now freshened fast, and blew out the green petticoat, but the harpy was exchanging broadsides with the corvette, and too busy to look after Jack's ensign. The Spaniard defended himself well, and had the assistance of the batteries as he passed, but there was no anchorage until he had run many miles further. About noon the wind died away, and at one o'clock his again fell nearly calm, but the harpy had neared her distance, and was now within three cables length of her antagonist, engaging her and a battery of four guns. Jack came up again, for he had the last of the breeze, and was about a mile from the corvette when it fell calm. By the advice of Mesti he did not fire any more, as otherwise the harpy would not obtain so much credit, and it was evident that the fire of the Spaniard slackened fast. At three o'clock the Spanish colours were hauled down, and the harpy, sending a boat on board and taking possession, directed her whole fire upon the battery, which was soon silenced. The calm continued, and the harpy was busy enough with the prize, shifting the prisoners and refitting both vessels, which had very much suffered in the sails and rigging. There was an occasional wonder on board the harpy what that strange vessel might be, who had turned the corvette, and enabled them to capture her, but when people are all very busy there's not much time for some eyes. Jack's crew with himself consisted but of eight, one of which was a Spaniard, and two were wounded. It therefore left him but four, and he had also something to do, which was to assist his wounded men and secure his guns. Moreover, Mesti did not think it prudent to leave the vessel a mile from the harpy, with only two on board. Besides, as Jack said, he had had no dinner, and was not quite sure that he should find anything when he went to the midshipman's birth. He would therefore have some dinner cooked, and eat it before he went on board. In the meantime he would try and close with her. Jack took things very easy, and said he should report himself at sunset. There were other reasons which made Jack in no great hurry to go on board. He wanted to have time to consider a little what he should say to excuse himself, and also how he should plead for the men. His natural correctness of feeling decided him in the first place to tell the whole truth, and in the next his kind feelings determined him to tell only part of it. Jack need not have given himself this trouble, for, as far as regarded himself, he had fourteen thousand good excuses in the bags that lay in the stateroom, and as for the men, after an action with the enemy, if they behave well, even mutiny is forgiven. At last Jack, who was tired with excitement and the hard work of the day, thought and thought until he fell fast asleep, and instead of waking at sunset, did not wake till two hours afterwards, and Mestie did not call him, because he was in no hurry himself to go on board and boil the kettle for the young gentleman. When Jack woke up, he was astonished to find he had slept so long. He went on deck. It was dark and still calm, but he could easily perceive that the harpy and corvette were still hove too, repairing damages. He ordered the men to lower the small boat, and leaving Mestie in charge, with two oars, he pulled to the harpy. What with wounded men, with prisoners, and boats going and coming between the vessels, everyone on board the harpy were well employed, and in the dark Jack's little boat came alongside without notice. This should not have been the case, but it was, and there was some excuse for it. Jack ascended the side and pushed his way through the prisoners who were being mustered to be victualed. He was wrapped up in one of the grigos, and many of the prisoners wore the same. Jack was amused at not being recognized. He slipped down the main ladder and had to stoop under the hammocks of the wounded men, and was about to go after the captain's cabin to report himself when he heard young Gossett crying out and the sound of the rope. Hang me if that brute vigours ain't thrashing young Gossett, thought Jack. I daresay the poor fellow has had plenty of it since I've been away. I'll save him this time at least. Jack, wrapped up in his grigo, went to the window of the berth, looked in, and found it was as he expected. He cried out in an angry voice, Mr. Vigours, I'll thank you to leave Gossett alone. At the sound of the voice, Vigours turned round with his colt in his hand, saw Jack's face at the window, and impressed with the idea that the reappearance was supernatural, uttered a wail, and fell down in a fit, little Gossett also, trembling in every limb, stared with his mouth open. Jack was satisfied and immediately disappeared. He then went after the cabin, pushed by the servant who was giving some orders from the captain to the officer on deck, and, entering the cabin where the captain was seated with two Spanish officers, took off his hat and said, Come on board, Captain Wilson. Captain Wilson did not fall down in a fit, but he jumped up and upset the glass before him. Mustiful God, Mr. Easy, where did you come from? From that ship astern, sir, replied Jack. That ship astern? What is she? Where have you been so long? It's a long story, sir, replied Jack. Captain Wilson extended his hand and shook Jack's heartily. In all events, I'm delighted to see you, boy. Now sit down and tell me your story in a few words. We will have it in detail by and by. If you please, sir, said Jack, we captured that ship with the cutter the night after we went away. I'm not a first-rate navigator, and I was blown to the Zafarene Islands, where I remained two months for want of hands. As soon as I procured them, I made sail again. I have lost three men by sharks, and have two wounded in today's fight. The ship mounts twelve guns, is half laden with lead and cotton prints, has $14,000 in the cabin, and three shot holes right through her, and the sooner you send some people on board of her, the better. This was not very intelligible, but that there was $14,000 and that she required hands sent on board was very satisfactorily explained. Captain Wilson rang the bell, sent for Mr Asper, who started back at the sight of our hero, desired him to order Mr Jolliff to go on board with one of the cutters, send the wounded men on board, and take charge of the vessel, and then told Jack to accompany Mr Jolliff and to give him every information, telling him that he would hear his story tomorrow when they were not so very busy. Chapter 17 of Mr Midshipman Easy This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Chapter 17 In which our hero finds out that trigonometry is not only necessary to navigation, but may be required in settling affairs of honour. As Captain Wilson truly said, he was too busy even to hear Jack's story that night, for they were anxious to have both vessels ready to make sail, as soon as a breeze should spring up, for the Spaniards had vessels of war at Cartagena, which was not ten miles off, and had known the results of the action. It was therefore necessary to change their position as soon as possible. Mr Solbridge was on board the prize, which was a corvette mounting two guns more than the harpy, and called the Cacofuego. She had escaped from Cadiz, run through the Straits in the night, and was three miles from Cartagena when she was captured, which she certainly never would have been but for Jack's unfortunate blundering against the Cape with his armed vessel, so that Captain Wilson and Mr Solbridge, both of whom were promoted, the first to the rank of post-Captain, the second to that of Commander, may be said to be indebted to Jack for their good fortune. The harpy had lost nineteen men, killed and wounded, and the Spanish corvette, forty-seven. Altogether it was a very creditable affair. At two o'clock in the morning the vessels were ready. Everything had been done that could be done in so short a time, and they stood under easy sail during the night for Gibraltar, the Nostra Signora del Carmen under the charge of Joliff, keeping company. Joliff had the advantage over his shipmates of first hearing Jack's adventures, with which he was much astonished, as well as amused. Even Captain Wilson was not more happy to see Jack than was the worthy master's mate. About nine o'clock the harpy hove, too, and sent a boat on board for our hero and the men who had been so long with him in the prize, and then hoisted out the pinnace to fetch on board the dollars, which were of more importance. Jack, as he bade adieu to Joliff, took out of his pocket and presented him with the Articles of War, which, as they had been so useful to him, he thought Joliff could not do without, and then went down the side. The men were already in the boat, casting imploring looks upon Jack to raise feelings of compassion, and mest he took his seat by our hero in a very sulk-y humor, probably because he did not like the idea of having a game to boil de kettle for the young gentlemen. Even Jack felt a little melancholy at resigning his command, and he looked back at the green petticoat which blew out gracefully from the mast, for Joliff had determined that he would not haul down the colours under which Jack had fought so gallant an action. Jack's narration, as may be imagined, occupied a large part of the forenoon, and although Jack did not attempt to deny that he had seen the first signal of Mr. Solbridge, yet, as his account went on, the captain became so interested that at the end of it he quite forgot to point out to Jack the impropriety of not obeying orders. He gave Jack great credit for his conduct, and was also much pleased with that of mesty. Jack took the opportunity of stating mesty's aversion to his present employment, and his recommendation was graciously received. Jack also succeeded in obtaining the pardon of the men, in consideration of their subsequent good behaviour. But notwithstanding this promise on the part of Captain Wilson, they were ordered to be put in irons for the present. However, Jack told mesty and mesty told the men that they would be released with a reprimand when they arrived at Gibraltar, so that all the men cared for was a fair wind. Captain Wilson informed Jack that after his joining the admiral, he had been sent to Malta with the prizes, and that, supposing the cutter to have been sunk, he had written to his father, equating him with his son's death, at which our hero was much grieved, for he knew what sorrow would occasion, particularly to his poor mother. But, thought Jack, if she is unhappy for three months, she will be overjoyed for three more when she hears that I'm alive, so it will be all square at the end of the six, and as soon as I arrive at Gibraltar I will write, and as the wind is fair, that will be tomorrow or the next day. After a long conversation Jack was graciously dismissed. Captain Wilson being satisfied from what he had heard, the Jack would turn out a very good officer, and had already forgotten all about equality and the rights of man. But there Captain Wilson was mistaken, tears sown in infancy are not so soon rooted out. Jack went on deck as soon as the Captain had dismissed him, and found the Captain and officers of the Spanish Corvette standing aft, looking very seriously at the Nostra Señor del Carmen. When they saw our hero, whom Captain Wilson had told them was the young officer who had barred their entrance into Cartagena, they turned their eyes upon him, not quite so graciously as they might have done. Jack, with his usual politeness, took off his hat to the Spanish Captain, and, glad to have an opportunity of sporting his Spanish, expressed the usual wish that he might live a thousand years. The Spanish Captain, who had reason to wish that Jack had gone to the devil, at least twenty-four hours before, was equally complimentary, and then begged to be informed what the colours were that Jack had hoisted during the action. Jack replied that they were colours to which every Spanish gentleman considered it no disgrace to surrender, although always ready to engage, and frequently attempting to board. Upon which the Spanish Captain was very much puzzled. Captain Wilson, who understood a little Spanish, then interrupted by observing, By the by, Mr. Easy, what colours did you hoist up? We could not make them out. I see Mr. Jolliff still keeps them up at the peak. Yes, sir, replied Jack, rather puzzled what to call them, but at last he replied that it was the banner of equality and the rights of man. Captain Wilson frowned, and Jack, perceiving that he was displeased, then told the whole story, whereupon Captain Wilson laughed, and Jack then also explained in Spanish to the officers of the corvette, who replied that it was not the first time, and would not be the last, that men had got into a scrape through a petticoat. The Spanish Captain complimented Jack on his Spanish, which was really very good, for in two months, with nothing else in the world to do, he had made great progress, and asked him where he had learned it. Jack replied, at the Zafarene Islands. Zafarene Islands? replied the Spanish Captain. They are not inhabited. Plenty of ground sharks, replied Jack. The Spanish Captain thought our hero a very strange fellow to fight under a green silk petticoat, and to take lessons in Spanish from the ground sharks. However, being quite as polite as Jack, he did not contradict him, but took a huge pinch of snuff, wishing from the bottom of his heart that the ground sharks had taken Jack, before he had hoisted that confounded green petticoat. However, Jack was in high favour with the Captain, and all the ship's company, with the exception of his four enemies, the Master, Vigas, the Bosun, and the Purse's steward. As for Mr. Vigas, he had come to his senses again, and had put his colt in his chest, until Jack should take another cruise. Little Gosset, at any insulting remark made by Vigas, pointed to the window of the berth and grinned, and the very recollection made Vigas turn pale, and awed him into silence. In two days they arrived at Gibraltar. Mr. Solbridge rejoined the ship, so did Mr. Jolliff. They remained there a fortnight, during which Jack was permitted to be continually on shore. Mr. Asper accompanied him, and Jack drew a heavy bill to prove to his father that he was still alive. Mr. Solbridge made our hero relate to him all his adventures, and was so pleased with the conduct of Mesti that he appointed him to a situation which was particularly suited to him, that of ship's corporal. Mr. Solbridge knew that it was an office of trust, and provided that he could find a man fit for it, he was very indifferent about his colour. Mesti walked and strutted about at least three inches taller than he was before. He was always clean, did his duty conscientiously, and seldom used his cane. I think, Mr. Easy, said the First Lieutenant, that as you are so particularly fond of taking a cruise, for Jack had told the whole truth, it might be as well that you improve your navigation. I do think myself, sir, replied Jack with great modesty, that I am not yet quite perfect. Well then, Mr. Jolliff will teach you he is the most competent in the ship. The sooner you ask him the better, and if you learn it as fast as you have Spanish, it will not give you much trouble. Jack thought the advice good. The next day he was very busy with his friend Jolliff, and made the important discovery that two parallel lines continued to infinity would never meet. It must not be supposed that Captain Wilson and Mr. Solbridge received their promotion in stanta. Promotion is always attended with delay, as there is a certain routine in the service which must not be departed from. Captain Wilson had orders to return to Malta after his cruise. He therefore carried his own dispatches away from England. From Malta the dispatches had to be forwarded to Toulon to the Admiral, and then the Admiral had to send to England to the Admiralty, whose reply had to come out again. All this, with the delays arising from vessels not sailing immediately, occupied an interval of between five and six months, during which time there was no alteration in the officers and crew of His Majesty's sloop Harpy. There had, however, been one alteration. The gunner, Mr. Linus, who had charge of the first cutter in the night action in which our hero was separated from his ship, carelessly loading his musket, had found himself minus his right hand, which, upon the musket going off as he rammed down, had gone off too. He was invalidated and sent home during Jack's absence, and another had been appointed, whose name was Tallboys. Mr. Tallboys was a stout, dumpy man with red face and still redder hands. He had red hair and red whiskers, and he had red a great deal. For Mr. Tallboys considered that the gunner was the most important personage in the ship. He had once been a captain's clerk, and having distinguished himself very much in cutting out service, had applied for and received his warrant as a gunner. He had studied the art of gunnery, a part of which he understood, but the remainder was above his comprehension. He continued, however, to read it as before, thinking that, by constant reading, he should understand it at last. He had gone through the work from the title page to the finish at least forty times, and had just commenced it over again. He never came on deck without the gunner's vady meekam in his pocket, and with his hand always upon it, to refer to it in a moment. But Mr. Tallboys had, as we observed before, a great idea of the importance of a gunner, and, among other qualifications, he considered it absolutely necessary that he should be a navigator. He had at least ten instances to bring forward of bloody actions in which the captain and all the commissioned officers had been killed or wounded, and the commander the ship had devolved upon the gunner. Now, sir, he would say, if the gunner is no navigator, he is not fit to take charge of his majesty's ships. The bowsen and carpenter are merely practical men, but the gunner, sir, is ought to be scientific. Gunnery, sir, is a science. We have our own disparts and our own lines of sight, our windage and our parabolas, and projectile forces, and our point blank and our reduction of powder upon a gradated scale. Now, sir, there's no excuse for a gunner not being a navigator. For knowing his duty as a gunner, he has the same mathematical tools to work with. Upon this principle Mr. Tallboys had added John Hamilton Moore to his library, and had advanced about as far into navigation as he had in Gunnery, that is, to the threshold where he stuck fast with all his mathematical tools which he did not know how to use. To do him justice he studied for two or three hours every day, and it was not his fault if he did not advance, but his head was confused with technical terms. He mixed all up together, and disparts, signs and cosines, parabolas, tangents, windage, seconds, lines of sight, logarithms, projectiles and transverse sailing, quadrature, and gunters scales were all crowded together in a brain which had not the capacity to receive the rule of three. Too much learning, said Festus to the apostle, hath made thee mad. Mr. Tallboys had not wit enough to go mad, but his learning lay like lead upon his brain. The more he read, the less he understood. At the same time he became more satisfied with his supposed acquirements, and could not speak but in mathematical parables. I understand Mr. Easy, said the Gunner to him one day after they had sailed for Malta, that you have entered into the science of navigation. At your age it was high time. Yes, replied Jack, I can raise a perpendicular at all events, and box the compass. Yes, but you have not yet arrived at the dispart of the compass. Not come to that yet, replied Jack. Are you aware that a ship sailing describes a parabola round the globe? Not come to that yet, replied Jack, and that any propelled body striking against another flies off at a tangent? Very likely, replied Jack, that is a sign that he don't like it. You have not yet entered into acute trigonometry? Not come to that yet, replied Jack. That will require very sharp attention. I should think so, replied Jack. You will then find out how your parallels of longitude and latitude meet. Two parallel lines, if continued to infinity, will never meet, replied Jack. I beg your pardon, said the Gunner. I beg yours, said Jack. Whereupon Mr. Tallboys brought up a small map of the world, and showed Jack that all the parallels of latitude met at a point at the top and at the bottom. Parallel lines never meet, replied Jack, producing Hamilton more. Whereupon Jack and the Gunner argued the point, until it was agreed to refer the case to Mr. Jolliff, who asserted with a smile that those lines were parallels and not parallels. As both were right, both were satisfied. It was fortunate that Jack would argue in this instance, had he believed all the confused assertions of the Gunner, he would have been as puzzled as the Gunner himself. They never met without argument and a reference, and as Jack was put right in the end, he only learned the faster. By the time that he did know something about navigation, he discovered that his antagonist knew nothing. Before they arrived at Malta, Jack could fudge a day's work. But at Malta, Jack got into another scrape. Although Mr. Small-Soul could not injure him, he was still Jack's enemy. The more so as Jack had become very popular. Vigors also submitted, planning revenge, but the parties in this instant were the Boson and the Persas-Steward. Jack still continued his folksal conversations with Mesti, and the Boson and the Persas-Steward, probably from their respective ill will toward our hero, had become great allies. Mr. Eastup now put on his best jacket to walk the dog-watches with Mr. Briggs, and they took every opportunity to talk at our hero. It's my particular opinion, said Mr. Eastup one evening, pulling at the thrill of his shirt, that a gentleman should behave as a gentleman, and if a gentleman professes opinions of inequality and such liberal sentiments, that he is banned as a gentleman to hack upon them. Very true, Mr. Eastup, he is banned to act to them, and not because a person who was a gentleman as well as himself happens not to be on the quarter-deck, to insult him because he only has professed opinions like his own. We're upon Mr. Biggs struck his rat-an against the funnel, and looked at our hero. Yes, continued the Persas-Steward, I should like to see the fellow who would have done so on, sure. However, the time will come when I can, again, pull on my plain coat, and then the insult shall be washed out in blood, Mr. Biggs. And I'll be cursed if I don't someday teach a lesson to the black-and-dood stole my trousers. First haul your money, right, Mr. Biggs, inquired the Persas-Steward. I didn't count, replied the Bosun magnificently. No, gentlemen are above that, replied Eastup, but there are many light finger gentry about. The quantity of votches and articles of value, which are last when I valked Bond Street in former times, is incredible. I can say this at all events, replied the Bosun, that I should be always ready to give satisfaction to any person beneath me in rank after I had insulted him. I don't stand upon my rank, though I don't talk about equality, dammit. No, nor consult with niggers. All this was too plain for a hero not to understand. So Jack walked up to the Bosun, and, taking his hat off with the utmost politeness, said to him, If I mistake not, Mr. Biggs, your conversation refers to me. Very likely it does, replied the Bosun. Listeners here, no good of themselves. It appears that gentlemen can't converse without being botched, continued Mr. Eastup, pulling up his shirt colour. It is not the first time that you have thought proper to make very offensive remarks, Mr. Biggs, and as you appear to consider yourself ill-treated in the affairs of the trousers, for I tell you at once that it was I who brought them on board. I can only say, continued our hero, with a very polite bow, that I shall be most happy to give you satisfaction. I am your superior officer, Mr. Easy, replied the Bosun. Yes, by the rules of the service, but you just now asserted that you would waive your rank. Indeed, I disputed on this occasion. I am on the quarter-deck, and you are not. This is the gentleman whom you have insulted, Mr. Easy, replied the Bosun, pointing at the purse of Stuart. Yes, Mr. Easy, quite as good a gentleman as yourself, though I have had misfortunes. I am as an older family as any in the country, replied Mr. Eastup, now backed by the Bosun. Many the year did I vulk Bond Street, and I have as good a blood in my veins as you, Mr. Easy. Although I have had misfortune, I have had admirals in my family. You have grossly insulted this gentleman, said Mr. Biggs in continuation, and notwithstanding all your talk of equality, you are afraid to give him satisfaction. You shelter yourself under your quarter-deck. Mr. Biggs replied I hero, who is now very wrath. I shall go on shore directly, we are bribe at Malta. Let you and this fellow put on plain clothes, and I will meet you both, and then I'll show you whether I am afraid to give satisfaction. One at a time, said the Bosun. No, sir, not one at a time, but both at the same time. I will fight both or none. If you are my superior officer, you must ascend, replied Jack with an ironical sneer, to meet me, or I will not descend to meet that fellow, whom I believe to have been little better than a pickpocket. The accidental hit of Jack's made the purse's steward turn pale as a sheet, and then equally red. He raved and foamed amazingly, although he could not meet Jack's indignant look, who then turned round again. Now, Mr. Biggs, is this to be understood, or do you shelter yourself under your folksle? I'm no dodger, replied the Bosun, and we will settle the affair at Malta. At which reply Jack returned to Mesti. Master Easy, I look at him face that fellow east up, he no like it. I go shoreward you, see fair play anyhow. Suppose I can? Mr. Biggs, having declared that he would fight, of course, had to look out for a second, and he fixed upon Mr. Tallboys the gunner, and requested him to be his friend. Mr. Tallboys, who had been latterly very much annoyed by Jack's victories over him in the science of navigation, and therefore felt ill-will towards him, consented, but he was very much puzzled how to arrange that the three were to fight at the same time, for he had no idea of there being two duels, so he went to his cabin and commenced reading. Jack, on the other hand, dared not say a word to Joliff on the subject. Indeed, there was no one in the ship to whom he could confide but Gascoigne, and therefore went to him, and although Gascoigne thought it was exceedingly infradig of Jack to meet even the Bosun, as the challenge had been given, there was no retracting. He therefore consented, like all midshipmen, anticipating fun and quite thoughtless of the consequences. The second day after they had been anchored in Vallette Harbour, the Bosun and Gunner, Jack and Gascoigne, obtained permission to go on shore. Mr. Easter, for the purses steward, dressed in his best blue coat with brass buttons and velvet collar, the very one in which he had taken up when he had been vowing and protesting that he was a gentleman, at that very time that his hand was abstracting a pocket-book, went up on the quarter-deck, and requested the same indulgence. But Mr. Solbridge refused, as he required him to return staves and hoops at the Cooperage. Mesty also, much to his mortification, was not to be spared. This was awkward, but it was got over by proposing that the meeting should take place behind the Cooperage at a certain hour, on which Mr. Easter might slip out and borrow a portion of the time appropriated to his duty to heal the breach in his wounded honour. So the parties all went on shore, and put up at one of the small inns to make the necessary arrangements. Mr. Tallboys then addressed Mr. Gascoigne, taking him apart, while the Bosun amused himself with a glass of grog, and our hero sat outside teasing a monkey. Mr. Gascoigne said the gunner, I've been very much puzzled how this duel should be fought, but I have at last found it out. You see that there are three parties to fight. Had there been two or four there would have been no difficulty as the right line or square might guide us in that instance, but we must arrange it upon the triangle in this. Gascoigne stared. He could not imagine what was coming. Are you aware, Mr. Gascoigne, of the properties of an equilateral triangle? Ah, yes, replied the midshipman, that it has three equal sides, but what the devil has that to do with the duel? Everything, Mr. Gascoigne, replied the gunner. It has resolved the great difficulty. Indeed, the duel between three can only be fought upon that principle. You observe, said the gunner, taking a piece of chalk out of his pocket and making a triangle on the table. In this figure we have three points, each equidistant from each other, and we have three combatants. So that, placing one at each point, it is all fair play for the three. Mr. Easy, for instance, stands here, the bowsen here, and the purses steward at the third corner. Now, if the distance is fairly measured, it will be all right. But then, replied Gascoigne, delighted at the idea, how are they to fire? It certainly is of not much consequence, replied the gunner, but still, as sailors it appears to me that they should fire with the sun. That is, Mr. Easy fires at Mr. Biggs, Mr. Biggs fires at Mr. Eastup, and Mr. Eastup fires at Mr. Easy. So that you perceive that each of the party has his shot at one, and at the same time receives the fire of another. Gascoigne was in ecstasy at the novelty of the proceeding. The more so as he perceived that Easy obtained every advantage by the arrangement. Upon my word, Mr. Tallboys, I give you great credit. You have a profound mathematical head, and I am delighted with your arrangement. Of course, in these affairs the principles are bound to comply with the arrangements of the seconds, and I shall insist upon Mr. Easy consenting to your excellent and scientific proposal. Gascoigne went out, and pulling Jack away from the monkey, told him what the gunner had proposed, at which Jack laughed heartily. The gunner also explained it to the boson, who did not very well comprehend, but replied, I dare say it's all right, shot for shot, and damn all favours. The parties then repaired to the spot with two pairs of ship's pistols, which Mr. Tallboys had smuggled on shore, and as soon as they were on the ground, the gunner called Mr. Eastup out of the Coopridge. In the meantime, Gascoigne had been measuring an equilateral triangle of twelve paces, and marked it out. Mr. Tallboys, on his return with the person's steward, went over the ground, and finding that it was equal angles, subtended by equal sides, declared that it was all right. Easy took his station, the boson was put into his, and Mr. Eastup, who was quite in a mystery, was led by the gunner to the third position. About Mr. Tallboys, said the person's steward, I don't understand this. Mr. Easy will first fight Mr. Biggs, will he not? No, replied the gunner, this is a duel of three. You will fire at Mr. Easy, Mr. Easy will fire at Mr. Biggs, and Mr. Biggs will fire at you. It's all arranged, Mr. Eastup. But, said Mr. Eastup, I do not understand it. Why is Mr. Biggs to fire at me? I have no quarrel with Mr. Biggs. Because Mr. Easy fires at Mr. Biggs, and Mr. Biggs must have his shot as well. If you have ever been in the company of gentlemen, Mr. Eastup, observed Gascoigne, you must know something about dueling. Yes, yes, I have kept the best company, Mr. Gascoigne, and I can give a gentleman satisfaction, but then, sir, if that is the case, you must know that your honour is in the hands of your second, and that no gentleman appeals. Yes, yes, I know that, Mr. Gascoigne, but still, I have no quarrel with Mr. Biggs, and therefore, Mr. Biggs, of course, you will not aim at me. Why, don't you think I'm going to be fired at for nothing? replied the bosun. No, no, I'll have my shot anyhow. But, your friend, Mr. Biggs? All the same, I shall fire at somebody, shot for shot, and hit the luckiest. Fell, gentlemen, our protest against these proceedings? replied Mr. Eastup. I came here to have satisfaction from Mr. Easy, not to be fired at by Mr. Biggs. Don't you have satisfaction when you fire at Mr. Easy? replied the gunner. What more would you have? Our protest against Mr. Biggs firing at me. So you would have a shot without receiving one? cried Gascoigne. The fact is that this fellow is a confounded coward, and ought to be kicked into the Cooperage again. At this affront, Eastup rallied, and accepted the pistol offered by the gunner. You hear those words, Mr. Biggs? Pretty languish to use to a gentleman. You shall hear from me, sir, as soon as the ship is paid off. Our protest no longer, Mr. Toolboys. Death before dishonour. I'm a gentleman, Demi. In all events, the swell was not a very courageous gentleman, for he trembled most exceedingly as he pointed his pistol. The gunner gave the word, as if he were exercising the great guns on board ship. Cock your locks. Take a good aim at the object. Fire. Stop your vents. The only one of the combatants who appeared to comply with the latter supplementary order was Mr. Eastup, who clapped his hands to his trousers behind, gave a loud yell, and then dropped down, the bullet having passed clean through his seat of honour, from his having presented his broad side as a target to the boson as he faced toward our hero. Jackshot had also taken effect, having passed through both the boson's cheeks without further mischief than extracting two of his best upper double teeth, and forcing through the whole of the furthest cheek the boson's own quid of tobacco. As for Mr. Eastup's ball, as he was very unsettled and shut his eyes before he fired, it had gone the Lord knows where. The purse's steward lay on the ground and screamed. The boson spit his double teeth and two or three mouthfuls of blood out, and then threw down his pistols in a rage. A pretty business by God, spluttered he. He's put my pipe out. How the devil am I to pipe to dinner when I'm ordered? All my wind escaping through the cheeks. In the meantime, the others had gone to the assistance of the purse's steward, who continued his vociferations. They examined him and considered a wound in that part not to be dangerous. Hold your confounded balling, cried the gunner, or you'll have the guard down here. You're not hurt. Aren't I? reeled the steward. Oh, let me die, let me die. Don't move me. Nonsense, cried the gunner. You must get up and walk down to the boat. If you don't, we'll leave you. Hold your tongue and found you. You won't, then I'll give you something to halu for. Whereupon Mr. Tallboy's commenced cuffing the poor wretch, right and left, who received so many swinging boxes of the ear that he was soon reduced to mere pitiful plates of, Oh, dear, such inhumanity, I protest. Oh, dear, must I get up? I can't indeed. I do not think you can move, Mr. Tallboy's. said Gascoigne. I should think the best plan would be to call up two of the men from the Cooperidge and let them take him at once to the hospital. The gunner went down to the Cooperidge to call the men. Mr. Bigs, who had bound up his face as if he had had a toothache, for the bleeding had been very slight, came up to the purser's steward. What the hell are you making such a howling about? Look at me with two shot holes through my figurehead, while you have only got one in your stem. I wish I could change with you by heavens, for I could use my whistle then. Now, if I attempt to pipe, there will be such a wasteful expenditure of his majesty's stores of wind that I never shall get out a note. A wicked shot of yours, Mr. Easy. I really am very sorry, replied Jack with a polite bow, and I beg to offer my best apology. During his conversation the purser's steward felt very faint and thought he was going to die. Oh, dear, oh, dear, what a fool I was! I never was a gentleman. Only a swell. I shall die. I never will pick a pocket again. Never, never good. Forgive me. Why, could found the fellow, replied Gascoigne, so you were a picked pocket, were you? I never will again, replied the fellow in a faint voice. I amend and lead a good life. A drop of water. Oh, lagged at last. Then the poor rich fainted away, and Mr. Torboys, coming up with the men, he was taken on their shoulders and walked off to the hospital, attended by the gunner and also the boson, who thought he might as well have a little medical advice before he went on board. Well, Easy, said Gascoigne, collecting the pistols and tying them up in his handkerchief. I'll be shot, but we're in a pretty scape. There's no hushing this up. I'll be hanged if I care. It's the best piece of fun I've ever met with. And at the remembrance of it, Gascoigne laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks. Jack's mirth was not quite so excessive, as he was afraid that the person's steward was severely hurt, and expressed his feelings. At all events, you did not hit him, replied Gascoigne. All you have to answer for is the boson's mug. I think you've stopped his jaw for the future. I'm afraid that our leave will be stopped for the future, replied Jack. That we may take our oaths of, replied Gascoigne. Then, look, you Ned, said Easy. I've lots of dollars. We may as well be hanged for as sheep as a lamb, as the saying is. I vote that we do not go on board. Solbridge will send and fetch us, replied Ned, but he must find us first. That won't take long, for the soldiers will soon have our description and route us out. We shall be pinned in a couple of days. Confound it, and they say that the ship is to be hoved down, and that we shall be here six weeks at least, cooped up on board in a broiling sun, and nothing to do but watch the pilot fish playing round the rudder, and munch bad apricots. I won't go on board. Looky, Jack, said Gascoigne. Have you plenty of money? I have twenty doubloons, besides dollars, replied Jack. Well, then, we will pretend to be so much alarmed at the result of this duel that we dare not show ourselves lest we should be hung. I will write a note and send it to Jolliff, to say that we have hid ourselves until the affair is blown over, and beg him to intercede with the captain and first lieutenant. I will tell him all the particulars and refer to the gunner for the truth of it, and then I know that, although we should be punished, they will only laugh. But I will pretend that Eastup is killed, and we are frightened out of our fives. That will be it. And then let's go on board one of the seproneers which come with fruit from Sicily, sail in the night for Palermo, and then we'll have a cruise for a fortnight, and when the money is all gone, we'll come back. That's a capital idea, Ned, and the sooner we do it, the better. I will write the captain, begging him to get me off from being hung, and telling him where we have fled to, and that letter shall be given after we have sailed. They were two very nice lads, our hero and Gascoigne. End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of Mr. Midshipman Easy This is a LibriVox recording, or LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Mr. Midshipman Easy by Captain Frank Marriott, read by Adrian Pretzelis Chapter 18 In which our hero sets off on another cruise, in which he is not blown offshore. Gascoigne and our hero were neither of them in uniform, and they hastened to Nix-Mangas Stairs, where they soon picked up the padrone of a sepranar. They went with him into a wine-shop, and with the assistance of a little English from a Maltese boy whose shirt hung out of his trousers, they made a bargain, by which it was agreed that, for the consideration of two doubloons, he would sail that evening and land them at Gergentiff, or some other town in Sicily, providing them with something to eat, and grigos to sleep upon. Our two Midshipmen then went back to the tavern from which they had set off to fight the duel, and ordering a good dinner to be served in a back room, they amused themselves with killing flies, as they talked over the events of the day and waited for their dinner. As Mr. Tallboys did not think himself proper to go on board till the evening, and Mr. Biggs also wished it to be dark before he went up the ship's side, the events of the duel did not transpire until the next morning. Even then it was not known from the bows and organa, but by a hospital mate coming on board to inform the surgeon that there was one of their men wounded under their charge, but that he was doing very well. Mr. Biggs had ascended the side, with his face bound up. Confound that, Jack Easy! said he. I have only been on leave twice since I sailed from Portsmouth. Once I was obliged to come up the side without my trousers, and show my bare stem to the whole ship's company. And now I am coming up, and dare not show my figurehead. He reported himself to the officer of the watch, and hastening to his cabin went to bed, and lay the whole night awake from pain, thinking what excuse he could possibly make for not coming on deck next morning to his duty. He was, however, saved this trouble, for Mr. Jolliff brought the letter of Gascoigne up to Mr. Storbridge, and the captain had received that of our hero. Captain Wilson came on board and found that Mr. Storbridge could communicate all the particulars of which he had not been acquainted by Jack, and after they had read over Gascoigne's letter in the cabin, and interrogated Mr. Torboys, who was sent down under an arrest, they gave free vent to their mirth. On my soul there's no end to Mr. Ease's adventures, said the captain. I could laugh at the duel, for after all it is nothing, and he would have been let off with a severe reprimand. But the foolish boys have set off in a separate art of Sicily, and how the devil are we to get them back again? They'll come back, sir, replied Storbridge, when their money's gone. Yes, if they do not get into any more scrapes, that young scamp Gascoigne is as bad as easy, and now they are together there's no saying what may happen. I dined the governess today, how he will laugh when I tell him of this new way of fighting a duel. Yes, sir, it is just the thing that will tickle old Tom. We must find out if they have got off the island, Storbridge, which may not be the case. Bartid was the case. Jack and Gascoigne had eaten a good dinner, sent for the monkey to amuse them till it was dark, and there had waited till the Padrone came to them. What shall we do with the pistols, easy? Take them with us, and load them before we go. We may want them. Who knows, but there may be a mutiny on board of the sepranar. I wish we had Mesti with us. They loaded the pistols, took a pair each, and put them in their wastes, concealed under their clothes, divided the ammunition between them, and soon afterwards the Padrone came to tell them all was ready. Whereupon Messier Gascoigne and Easy paid their bill and rose to depart, but the Padrone informed them that he should like to see the colour of their money before they went on board. Jack, very indignant at the insinuation that he had not sufficient cash, pulled out a handful of doubloons, and tossing two to the Padrone asked him if he was satisfied. The Padrone untied his sash, put in the money, and with many thanks and protestations of service, begged our young gentleman to accompany him. They did so, and in a few minutes were clear of Nick's Mangari stares, and passing close to his Majesty's ship Harpy, were soon out of the harbour of Vallet. Of all the varieties of vessels which float upon the wave, there is not perhaps one that abounds over the water so gracefully or so lightly as a Sapernair, or any one so picturesque and beautiful to the eye of those who watch its progress. The night was clear, and the stars shone out beautifully as the light craft skimmed over the water, and the fragment of a desert and waning moon threw its soft beams over the snow white sail. The vessel which had no deck was full of baskets, which had contained grapes and various fruits, brought from the ancient granary of Rome, still as fertile and as luxuriant as ever. The crew consisted of the Padrone, two men and a boy. The three latter with their grigos, or night great coats with hoods, sitting forward before the sail, with their eyes fixed on the land as they flew past point after point, thinking perhaps of their wives, or perhaps of their sweet hearts, or perhaps not thinking at all. The Padrone remained aft at the helm, offering every politeness to our two young gentlemen who only wished to be left alone. At last they requested the Padrone to give them their grigos to lie down upon as they wished to go to sleep. He called the boy to take the helm, procured them all they required, and then went forward. Our two midshipmen laid down looking up at the stars above them for some minutes, without exchanging a word. At last Jack commenced. I have been thinking, Gascoigne, that this is very delightful. My heart bounds with the vessel, and it almost appears to me as if the vessel herself was rejoicing in her liberty. Here she is capering over the waves, instead of being tied by the nose with a cable at anchor. That's a touch of the sentimental Jack, replied Gascoigne. But she is no more free than she was when at anchor, for now she is forced to act in obedience to her steersman and go just where he pleases. You may just as well say that a horse, if taken out of a stable, is free with the curb and the rider on his back. That's a touch of the rational Ned which destroys the illusion. Never mind, we are free at all events. What machines we are on board of a man of war. We walk, talk, eat, drink, sleep and get up, just like clockwork. We are wound up to go the 24 hours and then wound up again, just like old small soul does the chronometers. Very true, Jack, but it does not appear to me that here the two you have kept very good time, you require a little more regulating, said Gascoigne. How can you expect any piece of machinery to go well so damnably knocked about as a midshipman is? replied our hero. Very true, Jack, but sometimes you don't keep any time, for you don't keep any watch. Mr. Asper, don't wind you up. You don't go at all. No, because he allows me to go down. But still I do go, Ned. Yes to your hammock. It's no go with old small soul, if I want a bit of cork. But Jack, what do you say? Shall we keep watch tonight? Why, to tell you the truth, I've been thinking the same thing. I don't much like the looks of the Padrone. He squints. That's no proof of anything, Jack, except that his eyes are not straight. But if you do not like the look of him, I can tell you that he very much liked the look of your doubloons. I saw him start and his eyes twinkled, and I thought at the time it was a pity you had not paid him in dollars. It was very foolish in me. But in all events he has not seen all. He saw quite enough, Ned. Very true, but you should have let him see the pistols, and not have let him see the doubloons. Well, if he wishes to take what he has seen, he shall receive what he has not seen. Why, there are only four of them. Oh, I have no fear of them. Only it may be as well to sleep with one eye open. When shall we make the land? Tomorrow evening with this wind, and it appears to be steady. Suppose we keep watch and watch and have our pistols out ready, with the great coats just turned over them, to keep them out of sight. Agreed. It's about twelve o'clock now. Who shall keep the middle watch? I will, Jack, if you like it. Well, then. Mind you kick me hard for I sleep devilish sound. Good night, and keep a sharp look out. Jack was fast asleep in less than ten minutes, and Gascoigne, with his pistols lying by him, all ready for each hand, sat up at the bottom of the boat. There certainly is a peculiar providence in favour of midshipmen, compared with the rest of mankind. They have more lives than a cat, always in the greatest danger, but always escaping from it. The Padrone of the vessel had been captivated with the doubloons, which Jack had so foolishly exposed to his view, and he had, moreover, resolved to obtain them. At the very time that our two lads were conversing aft, the Padrone was talking the matter over with his two men ford, and it was agreed that they should murder, rifle, and then throw them overboard. About two o'clock in the morning the Padrone came aft to see if they were asleep, but found Gascoigne watching. He returned aft again and again, but found the young man still sitting up. Tired of waiting, anxious to possess the money, and not supposing that the lads were armed, he went at once more ford and spoke to the men. Gascoigne had watched his motions. He thought it singular that, with three men in the vessel, the helm should be confided to the boy, and at last he saw them draw their knives. He pushed our hero, who woke immediately. Gascoigne put his hand over Jack's mouth that he might not speak, and then whispered his suspicions. Jack seized his pistols. They both cocked them without noise, and then waited in silence. Jack still lying down, while Gascoigne continued to sit up at the bottom of the boat. At last Gascoigne saw the three men coming aft. He dropped one of his pistols for a second to give Jack a squeeze of the hand, which was returned, and as Gascoigne watched them making their way through the piles of empty baskets he leaned back as if he were slumbering. The Padrone, followed by the two men, was at last aft. They paused a moment before they stepped over the strengthening plank, which ran from side to side of the boat between them and the midshipmen, and as neither of them stirred, they imagined that both were asleep, advanced, and raised their knives. When Gascoigne and Jack almost at the same moment each discharged their pistols into the breast of the Padrone and one of the men who was with him in advance, who both fell after the boat, so as to encumber the midshipmen with the weight of their bodies. The third man started back. Jack, who could not rise from the Padrone lying across his legs, took a steady aim with his second pistol, and the third man fell. The boy at the helm, who it appears either was aware of what was being done, or seeing the men advance with their knives, had acted upon what he saw, also drew his knife, and struck at Gascoigne from behind. The knife, fortunately, after slightly wounding Gascoigne in the shoulder, had shot on the boy's hand. Gascoigne sprang up with his other pistol. The boy started back at the sight of it, lost his balance, and fell overboard. Our two midshipmen took a few seconds to breathe. I say, Jack, said Gascoigne at last, did you ever? No, I never, replied Jack. What's to be done now? Why, as we've got possession, Ned, we'd better put a man at the helm, for the SEPRANAR is having it all her own way. Very true, replied Gascoigne, and as I can steer better than you, I suppose it must be me. Gascoigne went to the helm, brought the boat up to the wind, and they resumed their conversation. That rascal of a boy gave me a devil of a lick in the shoulder. I don't know whether he has hurt me. In all events it's my left shoulder, so I can steer just as well. I wonder whether the fellows are dead. The padrone is at all events, replied Jack. It was as much as I could do to get my legs from under him, but we'll wait till daylight before we see to that. In the meantime, I'll load the pistols again. The day's breaking now, it will be light in half an hour or less. What a devil of a spree, Jack! Yes, but how can one help it? We ran away because two men are wounded, and now we are obliged to kill four in self-defense. Yes, but that is not the end of it. When we get to Sicily, what are we to do? We shall be imprisoned by the authorities, perhaps hung. We'll argue that point with them, replied Jack. We had better argue the point between ourselves, Jack, and see what will be the best plan to get out of our scrape. I think that we just have got out of it. But never fear, but we'll get out of the next. Do you know, Gascoigne, it appears to me very odd, but I can do nothing but there's a bobbery at the bottom of it. You'll certainly have a great talent that way, Jack. Don't I hear one of those poor fellows groan? I should think that not impossible. What shall we do with them? We will argue that point, Ned. We must either keep their bodies, or we must throw them overboard. Either tell the whole story, or say nothing about it. That's very evident. In short, we must do something, for your argument goes no further. But now let's take up one of your propositions. Well then, suppose we keep the bodies on board, run into a seaport, go to the authorities, and state all the facts. What then? We shall prove, beyond all doubt, that we have killed three men, if not four. But we shall not prove that we were obliged to do so, Jack. And then we are heretics. We shall be put into prison till they are satisfied of our innocence, which we never can prove. And there we shall remain until we have written to Malta, and a man of war comes to redeem us, if we are not stabbed or something else in the meantime. That will not be a pleasant cruise, replied Jack. Now, let's argue the point on the other side. There is some difficulty there. Suppose we throw their bodies overboard, and toss the baskets after them, wash the boat clean, and make the first port. We may chance to hit upon the very spot from which they sailed, and then there will be a pack of wives and children, and a populace with knives, asking us what has become of the men of the boat. I don't much like the idea of that, said Jack. And if we don't have such bad luck, still we shall be interrogated as to who we are, and how we were adrift by ourselves. There will be a difficulty about that again. We must swear that it is a party of pleasure, and that we are gentlemen yachting. Without a crew or provisions, yachts don't sail with a clean swept hold, or gentlemen without a spare shirt. We have nothing but two gallons of water and two pairs of pistols. I have it, said Jack. We are two young gentlemen in our own boat, who went out to Gozo with pistols to shoot Seamuse, were caught in a gale, and blown down to Sicily. That will excite interest. That's the best idea yet, as if we'll account for having nothing in the boat. Well then, at all events we will get rid of the bodies. But suppose they are not dead, we cannot throw them overboard alive. That will be murder. Very true, replied Jack, then we must shoot them first and toss them overboard afterwards. Upon my soul, easy, you are an old fellow. However, go and examine the men, and we'll decide that point by and by. You had better keep your pistol cocked, for they may be shamming. Devil a bit of sham here, anyhow, replied Jack, pulling at the body of the padrone. And as for this fellow you shot, you might put your fist into his chest. Now for the third, continued Jack, stepping over the strengthening piece. He's all among the baskets. I say my cock, are you dead? And Jack enforced his question with a kick in the ribs. The man groaned. That's unlucky, Gascoyne. But, however, I'll soon settle him, said Jack, pointing his pistol. Stop, Jack, cried Gascoyne. It really will be murder. No such thing, Ned. I'll just blow his brains out and then I'll come after and argue the point with you. Now do oblige me by coming after and arguing the point first. Do, Jack, I beg of you, I entreat you. With all my heart, replied Jack, resuming his seat by Gascoyne, I assert that in this instance killings no murder. You will observe, Ned, that by the laws of society, any one who attempts the life of another has forfeited his own. At the same time, it is necessary that the fact should be clearly proved and justice be duly administered. The parties are tried, convicted, and then are sentenced to the punishment. I grant all that. In this instance the attempt has been clearly proved and we are the witnesses and are the judge and jury and society in general, for the best of all possible reasons because there is nobody else. These men's lives, being therefore forfeited to society, belong to us, and it does not follow because they were not all killed in the attempt that therefore they are not now to be brought out for punishment. As there is no common hangman here, we, of course, must do this duty as well as every other. I have now clearly proved that I am justified in what I am about to do, but the argument does not stop there. Self-preservation is the first law of nature, and if we do not get rid of this man, what is the consequence? That we shall have to account for his being wounded, and then, instead of judges, we shall immediately be placed in the position of culprits and have to defend ourselves without witnesses. We therefore risk our lives from a misplaced lenity toward a wretch unworthy to live. Your last argument is strong easy, but I cannot consent to your doing what may occasion you uneasinessed hereafter when you think of it. Pooh, nonsense, I am a philosopher. Of what school, Jack? Oh, I presume you are a disciple of Mestes. I do not mean to say that you are wrong, but still, hear my proposition. Let us lower down the sale, and then I can leave it to assist you. We will clear the vessel of everything except the man who is still alive. At all events we may wait a little, and if at last there is no help for it, I will then agree with you to launch him overboard, even if he is not quite dead. Agreed. Even by your own making out it will be no great sin. He is half dead already. I only do half the work of tossing him over, so it will only be quarter murder on my part, and he would have shown no quarter on his. Here Jack left off arguing and punning, and went forward and lowered down the sale. I have half a mind to take my doubloons back, said Jack, as they launched over the body of the Padrone, but he may have them. I wonder whether they will ever turn up again. Not in our time, Jack, replied Gascoigne. The other body and all the basket, lumber, etc., were then tossed over, and the boat was cleared of all but the man who was not yet dead. Now let's examine the fellow and see if he has any chance of recovery, said Gascoigne. The man lay on his side. Gascoigne turned him over and found that he was dead. Over with him quick, said Jack, before he comes to life again. The body disappeared under the wave. They again hoisted the sale. Gascoigne took the helm, and I hero proceeded to draw water and wash away the stains of blood. He then cleared the boat of vine leaves and rubbish, with which it was strewed, swept it clean, fore and aft, and resumed his seat by his comrade. There, said Jack, now we've swept the decks, we may pipe to dinner. I wonder whether there's anything to eat in the locker. Jack opened it and found some bread, garlic, sausages, a bottle of aquedente, and a jar of wine. So the Padrone did keep his promise after all. Yes, and had you not tempted him with the sight of so much gold, might now have been alive. To which I reply that if you had not advised our going off in a soprano, he would now have been alive. And if you had not fought a duel, I should not have given the advice. And if the boson had not been obliged to come on board without his trousers at Gibraltar, I should not have fought a duel. And if you had not joined the ship, the boson would have had his trousers on. And if my father had not been a philosopher, I should not have gone to sea, so that it was all my father's fault, and he has killed four men off the coast of Sicily without knowing it, cause and effect. After all, there's nothing like argument. So, having settled that point, let's go to dinner. Having finished their meal, Jack went forward and observed the land ahead. He steered the same course for three or four hours. We must haul our wind more, said Gascoigne, it will not do to put into any small town. We have now to choose whether we shall land on the coast and sink the soprano or land at some large town. We must argue that point, replied Jack. In the meantime, do take the helm, for my arm is quite tired, replied Gascoigne. You can steer well enough. By the by, I may well look at my shoulder, for it is quite stiff. Gascoigne pulled off his coat and found his shirt bloody and sticking to the wound, which, as we before observed, was slight. He again took the helm while Jack washed it clean, then bathed it with acquidente. Now take the helm again, said Gascoigne, I am on the sick list. And as surgeon I am an idler, replied Jack. But what shall we do, continued he, abandon the soprano at night and sink her or run in for a town. We shall fall in with plenty of boats and vessels if we coast it up to Palermo, and they may overhaul us. We shall fall in with plenty of people if we go on shore, and they will overhaul us. Do you know, Jack, that I wish we were back and alongside of the harpy? I have had enough cruising. My cruises are so unfortunate, replied Jack. They are too full of adventure, and then I have never yet had a cruise on shore. Now, if we could only get to Palermo, we should be out of all our difficulties. The breeze freshens, Jack, replied Gascoigne, and it begins to look very dirty to Windwood. I think we shall have a gale. Pleasant. I know what it is to be shorthanded in a gale. However, there's one comfort. We shall not be blown offshore this time. No, but we may be wrecked on a lee shore. She cannot carry her whole sail easy. We must lower it down, and take in a reef. The sooner the better, for it will be dark in an hour. Go forward and lower it down, and then I'll help you. Jack did so, but the sail went into the water, and he could not drag it in. A vast heaving, said Gascoigne, till I throw her up and take the wind out of it. This was done. They reefed the sail, but could not hoist it up. If Gascoigne left the helm to help Jack, the sail filled. If he went to the helm and took the wind out of the sail, Jack was not strong enough to hoist it. The wind increased rapidly, and the sea got up. The sun went down, and with the sail half hoisted, they could not keep to the wind, but were obliged to run right for the land. The Sapernaugh flew rising on the crest of the waves, with half a keel clear of the water. The moon was already up, and gave them light enough to perceive that they were not five miles from the coast, which was lined with foam. In all events they can't accuse us of running away with the boat, observed Jack, for she's running away with us. Yes, replied Gascoigne, dragging at the tiller with all his strength, she has taken the bit between her teeth. I wouldn't care if I had a bit between mine, replied Jack, for I feel devilishly hungry again. What do you say, Ned? With all my heart, replied Gascoigne, but you know easy, it may be the last meal we ever make. Then I vote it's a good one, but why so, Ned? In half an hour or thereabouts we shall be on shore. Well, that's where we want to go. Yes, but the sea runs high, and the boat may be dashed to pieces on the rocks. Then we shall be asked no questions about her or the men. Very true. But a lee shore is no joke. We may be knocked to pieces, as well as the boat. Even swimming may not help us. If we could find a cove or sandy beach we might perhaps manage to get on shore. Well, replied Jack, I've not been long at sea and of course cannot know much about these things. I have been blown off shore, but I have never been blown on. It may be as you'll say, but I do not see the great danger. Let's run her right up on the beach at once. That's what I shall try to do, replied Gascoigne, who had been four years at sea and knew very well what he was about. Jack handed him a huge piece of bread and sausage. Thank you, I cannot eat. I can, replied Jack with his mouth full. Jack ate while Gascoigne steered, and the rapidity with which the sepranar rushed to the beach was almost frightful. She darted like an arrow from wave to wave, and appeared as if mocking their attempts as they curled their summits almost over her narrow stern. They were within a mile of the beach when Jack, who had finished his supper, and was looking at the foam boiling on the coast, exclaimed, That's very fine, very beautiful upon my soul. He cares for nothing, thought Gascoigne. He appears to have no idea of danger. Now, my dear fellow, said Gascoigne, in a few minutes we shall be on the rocks. I must continue at the helm, for the higher she is forced up, the better chance for us, but we may not meet again, so if we do not, goodbye, and God bless you. Gascoigne, said Jack, you are hurt and I am not. Your shoulder is stiff, and you can hardly move your left arm. Now, I can steer for the rocks as well as you. Do you go to the bow, and there you will have a better chance. By the bye, continued he, picking up his pistols and sticking them in his waist. I won't leave them. They've served us too good a turn already. Gascoigne, give me the helm. No, easy. I say yes, replied Jack in a loud, authoritative voice, and what's more, I will be obeyed, Gascoigne. I have the nerve if I haven't knowledge, and in all events I can steer for the beach. I tell you give me the helm, for then, if you won't, I must take it. Easy rested the tiller from Gascoigne's hand, and gave him a sharp ford. Now do you look ahead, and tell me how to steer? Whatever may have been Gascoigne's feelings at this behaviour of our heroes, it immediately occurred to him that he could not do better than to run the sopranar to the safest point, and that, therefore, he was probably more advantageously employed than if he were at the helm. He went forward and looked at the rocks, covered at one moment with the tumultuous waters, and then pouring down cascades from their sides, as the waves recoiled. He perceived a chasm right ahead, and he thought if the boat was steered for that she must be thrown up so as to enable them to get clear of her, for, at every other part, escape appeared impossible. Starboard a little, that'll do, steady, port it is, port, steer small for your life easy, steady, steady now, mine the yard, don't hit your head, hold on! The sopranar was at this moment thrown into a large cleft in a rock, the sides of which were nearly perpendicular. Nothing else could have saved them. As, had they struck the rock outside, the boat would have been dashed to pieces, and its fragments have disappeared in the undertow. As it was, the cleft was not four feet more than the width of the boat, and as the waves hurled her up into it, the yard of the sopranar was thrown far and half with great violence, and had not Jack been warned, he would have been struck overboard without a chance of being saved, but he crouched down, and it passed over him. As the water receded the boat struck, and was nearly dry between the rocks, but another wave followed dashing the boat further up, but at the same time filling it with water. The bow of the boat was now several feet higher than the stem, where Jack held on, and the weight of the water in her, with the force of the returning waves, separated her right across above the mast. Jack perceived that the aft part of the boat was going out again with the wave. He caught hold of the yard, which had swung fore and aft, and as he clung to it the part of the boat on which he had stood disappeared from under him, and was swept away by the returning current. Jack required the utmost of his strength to maintain his position until another wave floated him and dashed him higher up, but he knew his life depended on holding on to the yard which he did, although underwater, and advanced several feet. When the wave receded he found footing on the rock, and, still clinging, he walked till he had gained the fore part of the boat, which was wedged firmly into a narrow part of the cleft. The next wave was not very large, and he had gained so much that it did not throw him off his legs. He reached the rock, and as he climbed up the side of the chasm to gain the ledge above, he perceived Gascoigne standing above him and holding out his hand to his assistance. Well, says Jack, shaking himself to get rid of the water, here we are ashore at last. I had no idea of anything like this. The rushback of the water was so strong that it has almost torn my arms out of their sockets. How very lucky I sent you forward with your disabled shoulder. By the by, now that it's all over, and you must see that I was right, I beg to apologise for my rudeness. There's no need for apology for saving my life easy, replied Gascoigne, trembling with the cold, and no one but you would ever have thought of making one at such a moment. I wonder whether the ammunition's dry, said Jack. I put it all in my hat. Jack took off his hat and found the cartridges had not suffered. Now then, Gascoigne, what shall we do? I hardly know, replied Gascoigne. Suppose, then, we sit down and argue the point. No, I thank you. There will be too much cold water thrown upon our arguments. I'm half dead. Let us walk on. With all my heart, said Jack, it's devilish steep. But I can argue uphill or downhill, wet or dry. I'm used to it. For, as I told you before, Ned, my father is a philosopher, and so am I. By the Lord you are, replied Gascoigne, as he walked on.