However, the whole evening was not to be given up to hopeless grumbling1 after the lost henchman. I had first come to New York in August, as you will remember, and it was now late in November. The roads were still hard, witness the sharp clattering2 ring of the horseman who had ridden by shortly before on the frozen ground; but at any day now we might expect the bad weather to set in and difficult roads to follow.
We had heard the horseman ride by about nine o’clock. For two hours the patroon fussed and 306fumed and visited the clock in the hall so often that it scarce seemed to leave time for him to do anything else. I wondered why he should be so anxious about the clock, when he explained the motive3 all of a sudden.
“Get on your cloak. It is time for us to go. This is the errand I spoke4 to you about this morning.”
I asked no questions—no one ever did of the patroon, especially when he was in a bad humor. No one ever dared to approach him on a forbidden subject, and I knew enough to know my place if I knew nothing else. So I wrapped myself up warm and the two of us set out on foot. We followed the narrow path that led down to the river. It was steep walking part of the way, but we managed to stumble to the end of it in safety. At the landing we found the patroon’s barge5 waiting for us. Eight negro slaves were at the oars6 and an overseer held the tiller.
“Have you seen the signal?” asked Van Volkenberg.
“Yes, about ten minutes ago for the first time, and twice since. He seems to be in a hurry.”
“Very well. Let him know that we are coming. Get in, St. Vincent.”
As soon as we were seated, word was given to the slaves, and the barge shot out into the current, turning southward towards the town.
“I do not like this disappearance7 of Louis,” said the patroon in a low voice to me. “I have expected 307him to turn against me for a long time, but I was hardly prepared for it just at this moment. If he comes back he shall feel the lash8 on his bare back for the fright he has given me.”
“Poor Louis; I hope we shall not find him now.”
“No, this meeting is with someone else. You’ll know who shortly.”
Soon after this the slaves left off rowing and we drifted with the tide. We had come to a place just opposite the fields north of the city wall.
“Show the light,” said the patroon.
A dark lantern held by the steersman was made to flash three times; it was answered close at hand. Five minutes later a boat glided9 up out of the darkness, from which a stranger stepped aboard us. Then we set out for home.
The stranger, so far as I could see in the dim light, was a strong-built man, not over large in stature10. He wore a seaman11’s great coat and carried his cutlas in his hand. He swore fearfully in his speech and the patroon was constantly warning him to lower his gruff voice.
“I tell you, William,” he said after their conversation had gone on for some time, “it will never do. I have had a change of heart. It will never do. I have surely suffered a change of heart.”
“Well,” returned the stranger with a large accompaniment of oaths, “if that’s the fact, what’s the use o' lugging12 Willie Kidd all the way to Hanging Rock?”
308“Tut, tut, man, we shall have a glass of old Madeira and talk of bygone days.”
“Ah,” muttered Kidd, smacking13 his lips in anticipation14, “that is another matter.”
So this was Captain William Kidd, merchant, of New York. This was the man to whom had been entrusted15 the King’s ship that was to prey16 upon the buccaneers and to put the booty into the pocket of the sovereign and his co-adventurers. This was the man about whom the patroon had got himself into disgrace with the governor’s council. I tried to make out the expression on Van Volkenberg’s face, but the night was too dark for that. I could only fancy how this appointment had been brought about. Then I remembered the seaman we had met in the city the day before, and the patroon’s parting injunction: “At midnight on the river.” He must have been Captain Kidd—at least his name was William, for I had heard my master call him so. They went on talking in low voices, although not so low but that I could catch the drift of their talk.
I soon learned that the troops had been dispatched to Albany mainly upon Kidd’s representation. He had urged Bellamont to protect the colony at all hazards against an invasion from the north; and such was the faith of Bellamont and Livingstone in the advice of the commander of the Adventure that he tipped the scale of a hesitating executive, and the troops were sent.
I also learned that, whereas Bellamont had taken 309the advice of Kidd, Kidd had received his cue from Van Volkenberg. So it was the patroon after all who had emptied the fort of its regular guard. But I had no time then to think of what motive he had for doing so, for we were fast nearing the landing at Hanging Rock. Several times during this conversation Van Volkenberg had spoken again of his change of heart. Often a low chuckle17 escaped him on the occasion of such a reference. His spirits were evidently rising, and, for the present, all thoughts of Louis and his absence must have been forgotten.
When we arrived at the manor-house, the patroon led his guest to the door of the dining room.
“St. Vincent,” he said, “stand here on guard. No one is to come in or to interrupt us in any way till we come out again.”
With that he opened the door and motioned Captain Kidd to enter. I could only see a part of the room from where I stood. What mainly occupied the vista18 disclosed by the open door was the great mahogany sideboard, which stood against the wall at the farther end of the room. On the upper part of it were plenty of glass vessels19 and blue china pieces from Delft and heavy articles of silver plate; the lower part was a huge cupboard used to store less showy articles of furniture. I used to wonder at the bigness of this enclosure and thought what a place it would be to play hide and seek in if there 310were only children about the house. Then the door closed and I saw no more of the sideboard or of the visitor for a while. But I heard a laugh; it was loud and uproarious, and I thought he would never have done. But he subsided20 at last; then I could hear the muffle21 of low voices, but never a word reached my ears that I could understand.
I walked up and down the hall for a long time. The minutes merged22 into an hour and then two hours. I grew tired with nothing to occupy my mind but the continual mumble23 of low voices. I fell to wondering where Louis was and what he was up to. More than once I had suspected the patroon’s motive in garrisoning24 the fort with his own men. I was so sure that his action was a mere25 trick, though I was taken in by it at the time, that I intended to slip from my window that very night and go to the Earl with a warning. Then it flashed upon me that perhaps Louis had already done this. Could the horseman we had heard be a messenger to recall the troops that had been dispatched to Albany? The idea seemed possible. The more I thought of it the more certain I became. I can remember to this day the thrill of satisfaction that I felt when I understood that the patroon was within one of checkmating himself. My imagination ran riot there in the silence before the door I was guarding. I began to fancy that the patroon meant to get possession of the city. I had noticed that day that his seven ships were so drawn26 up in the harbor 311as to command the whole front of the city. But in spite of everything I was satisfied with the situation. If the Earl had received warning, the patroon, after all, might succeed only in trapping himself.
Then I felt a pang27 at heart—he was Miriam’s father. I could no longer hide from myself the fact that I was in love with the patroon’s daughter. From the moment when I first felt the charm of her attractiveness, I had fought hard against it. She was a Catholic and, worse than that, she was his daughter. But she had been good to Ruth. I recalled how earnestly my sister had tried to break down my unreasoning hatred28 of the Catholics. I thought, too, of Miriam’s kindness to old Meg; and of her love and belief in her father; and of her simple purity of faith. These were qualities I had not looked for in the Roman church. Then came that sweet picture of her and Ruth kneeling side by side in the little oratory29, each praying in her own faith.
This very evening I had begged Miriam for a keepsake. She had been with us during a part of the time when her father was so upset by Louis’s absence. She had tried to coax30 him into a better humor, but he told her sharply to leave the room and go to bed. I followed her into the hall and when, a moment later, I picked up a handkerchief which she had dropped on the floor, I begged her to let me keep it. It was a mere bit of sentiment on 312my part, I confess, but it would have been a treasure to me and I wanted it with all my heart.
But Miriam thought differently. She protested against the gift in such a vigorous manner that I could think nothing less than that she would not have me wear a favor of hers. This dashed my spirits and she saw accordingly how seriously I took the matter.
“Pooh, you are foolish,” she cried, laughing. “This is why I won’t let you have it.”
She shook out the handkerchief and thrust her finger through a tiny hole in one corner. In vain I told her it was all the better for that. She only brushed me lightly in the face with it and ran up stairs laughing.
All this and many other things were in my head as I walked back and forth31 like a sentinel before the door of the dining room. Soon the sound of other voices besides those of my master and Captain Kidd became audible. They were above stairs and seemed to come from the upper landing. One I recognized immediately as Annetje’s. The other person could be none but her mistress; though I heard but little that she said, who else would be with Annetje at this hour of the night?
There was a lamp burning in the hall whose light fell dimly upon the foot of the stairs, but all above the fifth or sixth step was as dark as the pit.
“Look on the bottom step, Monsieur St. Vincent,” I heard Annetje whisper.
313I glanced at the door of the dining room and then walked sideways towards the stairs, so that I could keep my eyes cast backward and attend to my duty at the same time. On the bottom step lay a patch of white which I caught up eagerly, for it was the very handkerchief I wanted, hole, wrinkles and all.
“It is for you,” said Annetje from the dark above. “She sends it with her—”
A hand must have been clapped over her mouth, she stopped so suddenly. I hardly dared to hope for that last word. No matter; I had the handkerchief safe, at least. I called up my thanks, though I could not see either of them and was soon back at my post.
When Van Volkenberg and Kidd came out, we retraced32 the journey of two hours previous, dropping down river and transferring Kidd to his own boat. And with this one appearance he vanishes from these pages.
During those two hours when they were closeted in the dining room, he and the patroon hatched a plan which indirectly33 affected34 us mightily35, but whose ultimate success transpired36 too late to influence the fortunes of the patroon.
As everyone knows, Captain Kidd sailed from New York an honorable merchant and well trusted by the government. When he was next heard of he was a jolly pirate on the high seas, flying the black flag. But he was only an amateur buccaneer after all, and found pirating less to his mind than 314he had hoped for. So he sat in his cabin till he had fashioned a whole book full of lies to explain how he had been made the victim of his crew and how he had meant to deal honestly with the King’s commission. Thus armed he sailed boldly into Boston harbor, where he was promptly37 arrested to answer for his crimes.
For a time it looked as if his treachery would stain the honor of his patron. But at length Bellamont was cleared beyond a doubt of all complicity, and Kidd was sentenced to hang by the neck till he was dead.
But all this happened afterwards and is beyond the limits of this story. Kidd played a losing game, in which he staked his life and reputation. What right have we to heap calumny38 upon his memory? Let him wend his own wicked way alone, while we return to the fortunes of the Red Band.
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