“A frigate1!” muttered Conyngham below his breath to Mr. Jarvis, as he noticed the double line of ports out of which the black muzzles2 of the guns stretched menacingly. Just as he spoke3 the Charming Peggy’s bowsprit struck gently in the foreshrouds of the big one, and with hardly a jar they came together. Strange to say there had been no warning shout from either side. But that the larger vessel4 had perceived the Peggy first was evident, for instantly half a score of men, a few armed with cutlasses, swarmed5 down the frigate’s side and jumped on deck. They were headed by a young officer, who walked quickly aft.
“What vessel is this?” he asked.
There was no use in dissembling then. Plainly the jig6 was up with a vengeance7.
Quietly, with his arms folded, Captain Conyngham gave the name of the Charming Peggy, but added that she was merely a merchant vessel from Philadelphia in ballast proceeding8 to Holland to be sold.
21 At this moment a voice from the frigate hailed the deck, and, calling the young officer by name, asked him the name of the clumsy craft that had dared to run afoul so deliberately9 of one of his Majesty10’s ships of war.
“A Yankee rebel brig,” returned the young officer. “I think we’ve made a prize, sir; and she’s armed, too,” he added, noticing for the first time the six-pounder amidships.
The unseen owner of the voice from the frigate’s quarter-deck replied again.
“Examine into her papers and if she’s all right let her proceed. If not, we’ll put a prize crew on her and send her into Portsmouth.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” was the lieutenant11’s answer, and then he turned and requested that Captain Conyngham would produce his papers and muster12 his crew in the waist.
Conyngham politely asked the young officer to follow him down to the cabin. As he opened the chest that contained the charts and papers his mind was working quickly. He knew that it might be easy to claim that the Charming Peggy was the property of loyal British subjects, for there was nothing to prove otherwise. No one but himself and Mr. Jarvis knew what her mission was, and he did not doubt that he could pull the wool over the young officer’s eyes, if it were not for the presence of the two plotters now confined in the forward hold. If their presence should be discovered and their story listened to, he doubted if anything he might say could save him from being taken into a British port; and the prospect13 before him was exceedingly unpleasant, in view of the fact that in his mind a long war was about to begin. Still, he hoped that the officer’s search would not prove a22 diligent14 one, and that the presence of Higgins and McCarthy would not be discovered. The officer looked at the papers carefully, and his words after glancing at them cast a gloom upon Captain Conyngham’s hopes.
“I shall have to take a look into your hold,” he said peremptorily15, “and ask a few questions of the crew.”
Conyngham smiled.
“You will find something there in the hold about which I intend to tell you,” he said, “and we can both be gainers, I am sure, by the fact. I have with me two troublesome rapscallions, who, I think, owe a term of service to his Majesty. Two deserters, I am sure, that I shall be glad to turn over to you, and I can say good riddance to them with pleasure.”
It was a bold step he was taking and he knew it, but it was the only way he could forestall16 any story that the plotters might tell, and there was the one hope that, being acknowledged deserters, the men might be hastened on board the frigate and their yarn17 disbelieved. He called up through the transom over his head to Mr. Jarvis, and the latter answered him at once.
“Bring the prisoners out of the hold,” he said, “and get their belongings18 together to hand them over,” he ordered.
“Aye, aye, sir,” replied Mr. Jarvis, catching19 the drift of the captain’s orders. “We’ll be glad to get them out of the ship, sir.”
Just then the Charming Peggy gave a slight lurch20 and heeled over to port. The lieutenant started as if to make for the companion-ladder. Conyngham’s heart gave a bound. He knew at once what it meant; that a breeze had sprung up and that the two vessels21 had broken apart.23 He could hear the tramping of feet on the deck above, and then a sudden crash.
Looking out of the little cabin windows he just caught a glimpse of the bow of the frigate shooting astern, for having the larger spread of canvas set, she had first caught the pressure of the wind. Her large jib-boom coming in contact with the Peggy’s mizzenmast had been carried away, and there was a great row and cursing going on in her forecastle.
At this moment Captain Conyngham wished he had said nothing of the prisoners, but it was too late. Both he and the English lieutenant hastened on deck.
Although the wind was blowing very fresh the fog and mist were as thick as ever, and the frigate had disappeared. But from astern a voice shouted through a trumpet22:
“Aboard the brig. Mr. Holden there!”
The young officer replied to the hail and the voice went on. “You will stand by, and if necessary we’ll send a boat on board of you.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” answered the lieutenant.
Then he turned and looked at the crew, who were standing23 together in the port gangway.
Captain Conyngham was about to speak to him when a man stepped forward. He wore irons on his wrists, and yet attempted to make an awkward salute24.
“A word, sir,” he said. “This is a Yankee privateersman, belonging to Yankee traitors25 and bound to Holland to carry back powder and supplies. Me and me mate here were put on board of her with orders to inform on her to the first British officer who should come on board of us.”
24 The young lieutenant looked perplexed26. Captain Conyngham still smiled.
“A good yarn, Higgins. Sure, you’ve got the imagination of a ballad-monger, but it won’t do, my lad. There’s a good rope’s-end and worse perhaps waiting for you and your mate, and you may make the best of it.”
The English lieutenant, still mystified, looked from the seaman27 to the captain, and just then McCarthy, who was manacled also, stepped out.
“It’s the truth, sir, you’ve been told,” he said. “I come from the Leonidas. Captain Chisholm put twenty of us ashore28 in New York under orders to work our way into American vessels. He has the list, sir. We were to get forty pounds apiece, and our discharges.”
“By the powers, that story will stand proving, my lad,” rejoined Captain Conyngham quietly. “And now, Mr. Holden—if I understand that to be your name, sir,” he added politely—“we’ll start for Portsmouth. The course should be, unless I miss my reckoning, south by west half west.”
Before the still mystified lieutenant could say a word, Conyngham began to give hurried orders, and the crew of Americans and Englishmen jumped to obey them.
The two prisoners, protesting loudly and mocked at by their companions, were again sent below, their irons still on their wrists.
Conyngham and the lieutenant stood side by side on the quarter-deck. The Britisher was a very young man, and perhaps inexperienced. At all events, he seemed uncertain now what course of action to take. Conyngham’s next words, however, seemed to reassure29 him, for they evidently spoke his wishes.
25 “We’ll run close to the frigate, Mr. Holden, and you can tell your captain what you’ve done,” said Conyngham quietly. “I’ll be glad to look into Portsmouth myself, for I have some friends there, and a cargo30 of sand won’t spoil for a few days’ longer voyage.”
In a few minutes the fog-blurred form of the frigate could be made out now on the port hand. She was hove to, her foresail rippling31 and fluttering in the freshening breeze, her mainsail against the mast, and her crew standing by the tacks32 and sheets.
“Pray the Lord that the fog holds four hours longer,” muttered Captain Conyngham to himself.
Mr. Holden hailed the frigate through the trumpet.
“On board the Minerva,” he shouted. “We’re going into Portsmouth, sir.”
“Very good,” was the reply, “wait there for us.”
“And now, Mr. Holden,” spoke Conyngham quietly, “will you take command of the brig, or shall I continue?”
The lieutenant hesitated. Before he could answer Captain Conyngham continued:
“It’s a straight run, sir, and with this wind she’d make it with her helm lashed33; and now if you’ll allow me, I should propose that we’d go below and have some breakfast. There’s one thing this little craft can boast, and that’s a famous Virginia cook. Mr. Jarvis,” he added, “see that the men are fed and send Socrates to me in a few minutes. You’ll hold the same course, sir, until we return on deck.”
The mate saluted34, and Captain Conyngham and his guest went down to the cabin.
Five minutes later the negro cook knocked at the26 cabin door and was bidden to enter. There at the table sat Captain Conyngham, and in the big chair beside him sat the lieutenant.
The negro’s eyes opened in astonishment35, for the Englishman was tied fast to the seat, and a gag made of the captain’s handkerchief was strapped36 across his mouth!
Captain Conyngham was breathing as if from some hard exertion37. The lieutenant’s face and eyes were suffused38 with angry red.
“Now, Socrates,” said Conyngham slowly, “you will cook us the very best breakfast that you can, and serve it here in the cabin in half an hour. But, in the meantime, take a message to Mr. Jarvis on deck, and hand him this quietly. There are ten Britishers with us and we still number thirteen. Tell the boatswain, without any one seeing you, what you have seen here in the cabin. Attract no suspicion, and try whether you can live up to your name. Now go forward quietly.”
He handed a pistol to the negro, who slipped it under his apron39 and went up on deck.
The English sailors did not seem to be in the least suspicious, and the Americans fell in readily with the apparent position of affairs. But as one after another was called to the galley40 on some pretext41, they soon were cognizant of the captain’s plot.
The English sailors had discarded their cutlasses, and were grouped with the others about the mess-kits that had been brought up on deck, when suddenly the captain appeared alone from the cabin. Mr. Jarvis joined him, and both stepped quickly forward toward the forecastle. The men, seeing the two officers approach, arose to their27 feet. The English sailors glanced suspiciously about them, and a glance was enough to convince them that they were trapped. At the elbow of each man stood one of their whilom hosts. A few of the Americans were armed with pistols, and the negro cook with a big carving-knife stood over the pile of cutlasses that they had left on the deck by the main fife-rail.
“Now, men,” said Conyngham quietly, “we want no cutting, slashing42, or shooting, and you’re our prisoners. But don’t be afraid,” he added, as he saw a look of fear come into the Englishmen’s eyes. “We are no pirates. You’ll get to Portsmouth all right, where you can join your ship. You’ll have a good joke to tell them of the Yankee-Irish trick that was played on you. Take the prisoners below, Mr. Corkin,” he continued, addressing the boatswain. “Put them in the hold and mount a guard over them.—And now, Socrates,” he added, turning to the grinning cook, “we’ll have our breakfast in the cabin.”
The English lieutenant, released from his bonds, sat at first in sulky silence and would not even touch a bit of the savory43 rasher that Socrates placed before him. When he went on deck later at Captain Conyngham’s invitation he looked off to the eastward44. The Minerva, almost hull45 down, was holding a course toward the French coast. At the masthead of the Charming Peggy fluttered the English flag, and in the distance to the westward46, plain above the horizon, rose the English shores.
“We’ll go in a little closer, Mr. Holden,” said Captain Conyngham, “and then we’ll part company, sir.”
He turned to the first mate.
“Mr. Jarvis,” he went on, “prepare to lower the cut28ter; put in a breaker of water, two bags of biscuit, and a bottle of port.”
After half an hour’s more sailing the brig was hove to and the crew, with Higgins and McCarthy now freed from their irons, pushed out from the brig’s side. In the stern sheets sat the lieutenant disconsolately47.
He turned to watch the brig as she came about and headed off shore. At that moment down came the English flag and the Spanish took its place. And it was just at this minute that Captain Conyngham, looking aloft, spoke to his first mate.
“We’ll have a flag of our own soon,” he said, “and avast with this masquerading, say I.”
The crew, as if they had heard his words, suddenly burst into a spontaneous cheer. Their voices, carried by the wind, reached the Englishmen slowly pulling in for the distant headlands.
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majesty
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