Far away in Hungroad and Kingroad ships were anchored, but the vessels5 at the wharves6 of Bristol lay with their keels in mud, for the tide was out and the tides of Bristol, as all know, have a wonderful great flow and ebb7.
The two went on into the town, where there were seafaring men standing8 about and talking of ships, which gave Phil Marsham a feeling of being once more at home after his inland travels; and passing this one tavern9 and another, they came to a square where there was a whipping-post and a stocks, and a man in the stocks.
Now a man in stocks was a pleasing sight to Phil, for he was not so old that he missed the humour of it, and he paused to grin at the unlucky wight who bore with ill grace the jeers10 of the urchins11 that had assembled to do him honour; but when Martin saw the fellow he looked a second time and turned very hastily round. Straightway seizing Phil by the arm he whispered hoarsely12, "Come now, we must hie us away again, and that speedily."
"Why in so great haste?" Phil returned. "Here is a pleasant jest. Let us stay a while. Who knows but some day we may ourselves sit in the bilboes and yonder ballad-maker may take his fill of pleasure at our misfortune. Why, then, turn about is fair play. Let us enjoy his while there's time." And he waited with quiet glee for Martin's angry reply.
Thereupon Martin posted in all haste back the way he had come and Phil, of no mind to be left now, since they had journeyed together thus far, followed at his heels with a curiosity that he was intent on satisfying.
"'Sin,' according to the proverb," he called after Martin, "'begins with an itch14 and ends with a scar,' but methinks thy scars, which are numerous, are all an-itch."
"Hist, fool," Martin snarled15. "Be still! For ha'pence I'd slit16 thy throat to still thy tongue. I swear I can already feel the hemp17 at my weasand. It burns and spreads like a tetter." And he made haste up out of the town till despite his great weight and short wind he had Phil puffing18 at his heels.
"This is queer talk of ropes and hangings. It buzzeth through thy noddle like bees in clover. In faith, though thy folly19 be great, yet it sorely presses upon thee, for I have seldom seen a man walk faster. Yet at thine ordinary gait a tin-pedlar's broken-down jade20 can set a pace too fast for thee to follow."
"Yea, laugh at me! Wouldst thou stay for sugared pills of pleasure with the hangman at thy heels?"
"What has a poor devil in stocks to do with the hangman, prithee? And why this fierce haste?"
"Th' art no better than a gooseling—fit for tavern quarrels. And did you never see a man dance on air? 'Tis a sight to catch the breath in the throat and make an emptiness in a man's belly21."
"There be no hangings without reason."
"Reason? Law, logic22, and the Switzers can be hired to fight for any man, they say. 'Tis true, in any event, of the law. I've seen the learned men in wigs24 wringing25 a poor man's withers26 and shaping the halter to his neck."
They had talked breathlessly at long intervals27 in their hasty flight, and thus talking they had come out of the town and up from the valley; nor would Martin stay to rest till from the southern hill that had given them their first prospect28 of Bristol city they looked back upon the houses and the river and the ships. Martin breathed more easily then and mopped his forehead and sat down until his wildly beating heart was quieter.
"To Bideford we must go, after all," said he, "and 'twere better by far had we never turned from the straight road."
"I am of no mind to go farther," Phil replied, looking back. "There will be more vessels sailing out of Bristol than out of Bideford. A man can choose in which to go."
Martin gulped30 and rubbed his throat. "Nay31, I'll not hear to it. Daniel went but once into the lion's den32."
He sighed mightily33 as he thought of begging his long way through Somerset and Devon, for he was a big heavy man and lazy and short of wind; but he would not go back, though he refused to speak further of his reason for it; and Phil, though in truth he liked Martin little, was too easy-going to part thus with his companion of the road. The lad was young, and the world was wide, and it was still spring in England.
So they turned toward the hills, which were blue and purple in the setting sun,—a shepherd, did he but know it, lives in halls more splendid than a king's,—and set forth34 upon their journey through the rough lands of Somerset. They went astray among the mines but found their way to Wells where, as they came out from the town, they passed a gallows35, which gave Martin such a start that he stopped for neither breath nor speech until he had left that significant emblem36 of the law a mile behind him. They went through Glastonbury, where report has it that Joseph of Arimathea and King Arthur and King Edgar lie buried, and through Bridgewater, where to their wonder there was a ship of a hundred tons riding in the Parret. They went through Dulverton on a market day, and crossed the Dunsbrook by the stone bridge and so passed into Devon. They went on over heath and hill and through woods and green valleys until at the end of seven days from Bristol—for time and again they had lost their way, and a sailor on shore is at best like a lame37 horse on a rough road—they crossed the Taw at Barnstable. Again going astray, they went nearly to Torrington before they learned their blunder and turned down the valley of the Torridge. But all things come to an end at last, and one pleasant evening they crossed the ancient bridge built on stately Gothic arches into the populous38 town of Bideford.
At the river front there lay a street the better part of a mile long, in which were the custom house and a great quay39, and there they saw ships of good burden loading and unloading in the very bosom40 of the town, as the scribe hath it. Thither41 Phil would have gone straightly but Martin shook his head. So turning up from the river, they passed another long street, where the houses of wealthy merchants stood, and this, too, Martin hastened quickly by. He shot glances to one side and the other as if fearing lest he see faces that he knew, and led his companion by an obscure way, as night was falling, to a cottage whence a dim light shone through a casement42 window.
Standing on the rough doorstone under the outcropping thatch43, which projected beyond the line of the eaves to shield the door from rain, he softly knocked. There was no answer, no sound, but the door presently moved ajar as if by its own will.
"Who knocks?" an old woman whispered. "'Tis that dark I cannot see thy face."
"Thy voice hath a familiar ring but I know thee not. Who art thou?"
"We be two honest men."
"Ah, two honest men? And what, prithee, are two honest men doing here?"
"Yea, 'tis a fair thrust and bites both ways! Thou old shrew, dost bar the door to Martin Barwick?"
"So 'tis thou. I believe it even is. Enter then, ere the watch spy thee. Th' art a plain fool to stand here quibbling thus, though 'tis to be expected, since thou wert ever quicker of thy tongue than thy wit. But who's thy fellow?"
"Nay, thou old shrew, open to us. He is to be one of us, though a London man by birth."
"One of us, say'st thou? Enter and welcome, then, young sir. Mother Taylor bids thee welcome. One of us? 'Tis the more pity so few of the gentlemen are left in port."
"The Old One?"
"He hath sailed long since." She closed the door behind them, and the three stood together in the dark passage. "Hast money?"
"Not a groat."
She sighed heavily. "I shall be ruined. Seven o' the gentlemen ha' sailed owing me."
"Yea, thou old shrew, had I a half—nay, had I the tenth part of the gold thou hast taken from us and laid away wherever thy hiding-places are, I'd go no more to sea. But thou know'st what thou know'st, and there's not one among us but will pay his score. The wonder is that of them thou could'st hang by a word none has slit thy scrawny throat."
"Aye, they pay, they pay. And the gentlemen bear Mother Taylor nought44 but love. How else could they do their business but for good Mother Taylor?" She led them into a little back room where there was a fire and a singing kettle; and as she scuttled45 with a crooked46, nimble gait from one window to another to make sure that every shutter47 was fast closed, in her cracked old voice she bade them sit.
To his prudent48 companion, whose quick glance was marking every door and window,—for who knows when a man shall have need to leave in haste a sailor's inn?—quoth Martin, "The old witch is a rare hand to sell a cargo49 got—thou can'st guess well enough how; and the man who would bring a waggon-load of spirits past the customs on a dark night or would bargain with a Dartmoor shepherd for wool secretly sheared50, can lay the matter before her and go his way, knowing she will do his business better than he could do it himself. Yea, a man's honour and life are safer with her than with any lord in England."
She showed by a grunt51 that she had heard him but otherwise paid no attention to what he said. She brought food from a cupboard and laid the table by the fire, and going into a back room, she drew a foaming52 pitcher53 of beer.
"No wine?" cried Martin. "Mother Taylor has no wine? Come, thou old beldame, serve us a stronger tipple54."
"Why, then, I must needs drink and say nought, since it is common report that the gentry57 choose it, when well aged, rather than the wine of Portugal or France. But my heart was set on good wine or stronger spirits."
"He who sails on the morning tide must go sober to bed else he may rue23 his choice. Aye, an' 'tis rare fine beer."
Her old bent58 back fitted into her bent old chair. Her face settled into a myriad59 wrinkles from which her crooked nose projected like a fish in a bulging60 net. She was very old and very shrewd, and though there was something unspeakably hard in her small, cold eyes, Martin trusted her as thus far he had trusted no one they had met. Even to Phil she gave an odd sense of confidence in her complete loyalty61.
At Phil she cast many glances, quick and sharp like a bird's, but she never spoke62 to him nor he to her.
It was Martin who again spoke up, having blunted the edge of his hunger. "And now, you old witch, who's in port and where shall we find the softest berths63? For you've made it plain that since trust us you must, you will trust us little—that is to say, it is not in thy head that our score shall mount high."
She chuckled64 down in her skinny old crop. "Let us see. The Old One has gone and that's done. You were late."
"'Tis a long road and we went astray."
"There's the Nestor and the Essay. They will be off soon; the one to Liverpool for salt, t' other to Ireland for wool."
Martin thereupon set down his pot of beer and significantly rubbed his throat, at which the old woman cackled with shrill56 laughter. "Aye, th' art o'er well known in Liverpool. Well, let us consider again. There's the Rose of Devon, new come from Plymouth. I hear she's never touched at Bideford before and her master hails from Dorset."
"His name?"
"'Tis Candle."
Martin laughed boisterously65. "A bright and shining name! But I know him not and will chance a singeing66. What voyage does she make?"
"She goeth to fetch cod67 from Newfoundland." The old woman saw him hesitate. "A barren voyage, think'st thou? Nay, 'twere well for one of the gentlemen to look into that trade. Who knows?"
"True, old mother witch, who knows?" Martin tapped the table. "Can'st arrange it?"
"Nay. But I can start the wedge."
"We'll go," said Martin at last. "But now for bed. We've been a weary while on the road."
It was a great bed in a small room under the thatch; and as they lay there on the good goose-feathers in the dark, Martin said, "We'll sail in this Rose of Devon, lad."
Phil, already nearly asleep, stirred and roused up. "Any port in a storm," he mumbled69. Then, becoming wider awake, he asked, "What is all this talk of 'the gentlemen' and who, prithee, is the Old One?"
"Ah, a natural question." Though the room was dark as Egypt, Phil knew by Martin's voice—for he could recognize every inflection and change in tone—that the sly, crafty70 look was creeping over his fat, red face. "Well," Martin continued after a moment of silence, "by 'the gentlemen' she means a few seafaring men that keep company together by custom and stop here when ashore—all fine, honest fellows as a man may be proud to know. I have hopes that some day you'll be one of us, Phil my lad, and some day I'll tell you more. As for the Old One, it very curiously71 happens that you have met with him. Do you recall to mind the thin man I quarrelled with, that first day?"
"Yea."
"That is the Old One, and Tom Jordan is his proper name."
It was Martin, after all, who fell asleep first, for Phil lay in the great bed in the small room, thinking of all that had happened since the day he fled from Moll Stevens's alehouse. There was Colin Samson, whose dirk he wore; there was the wild-eyed, black-haired man with the great book and the woeful tale; there were Martin, and Tom Jordan, "the Old One"; there were the inn and the old lady and gentleman—it all seemed so utterly72 unreal!—and Nell Entick, and Sir John Bristol. He fell asleep thinking of Nell and Sir John and dreamed of marrying Nell and keeping a tavern, to which the bluff73 old knight74 came in the guise75 of a very aged gentleman from Little Grimsby with a coachman who went poaching pheasants in the tavern yard.
It was early morning when Mother Taylor called them down to breakfast at a table burdened with good food such as they had not eaten for many long days. She sat by the fire, a bent old woman in a round-backed little chair, watching them with keen small eyes while they ate, and smiling in a way that set her wrinkles all a-quiver to see them empty dish after dish.
"Th' art a good old witch, Mother Taylor, though the Devil cry nay," said Martin. "Though thy score be high never did'st thou grudge76 a man the meat he ate."
"'Tis not for nought the gentlemen love Mother Taylor," she quavered. "What can a woman do when her beauty's gone but hold a man by the food she sets before him? 'Tis the secret of blessed marriage, Martin, and heaven send thee a wife as knows it like I!"
"Beauty, thou old beldame! What did'st thou ever know of beauty? But beauty is a matter of little moment. Hast thou prepared the way for us?"
She laughed in shrill delight at his rough jesting. "Aye, I ha' sent a messenger. Seek out the Rose of Devon and do thy part, and all shall be well."
"And whence does good Captain Candle expect his men?"
"Say to Captain Candle that thou and this handsome young gentleman who says so little are come from the Mersey, where thy vessel4, the Pride o' Lancashire, lies to be repaired, and that Master Stephen Gangley sent thee."
She looked at Phil, who had learned long before to hold his tongue in strange places, and he smiled; but Martin laughed hoarsely. "Th' art the Devil's own daughter. And does this Master Stephen Gangley in all truth dwell in Liverpool?"
"Dost think my wits are wandering, Martin? Nay, I be old, but not so old as that. Go hastily through the town lest thou be seen and known. Thou, of all the gentlemen, most needs make haste."
The two stopped just inside the door. "You have chalked down the score against us?"
She laughed in her skinny throat. "I be old, but not so old as to forget the score. The gentlemen always pay."
She pushed Martin out and shut the door behind him, then, seizing Phil by the arm, she whispered, "Leave him."
Martin angrily thrust the door open again and she gave Phil a shove that sent him stumbling over the threshold. The door slammed shut and they heard the bolt slide.
"They pay," Martin muttered. "Yea, they pay in full and the old witch hath got rich thereby77, for 'tis pay or hang. So much does she know of all that goes on at sea! In faith, I sorely mistrust she is a witch in all earnest; but even be it so, a most useful witch."
As the two came into the town they saw at a distance a crowd gathering. Dogs barked and boys shouted and men came running and laughing, which seemed to give promise of rare sport of one kind or another.
"Thou art a very pattern of blockishness," quoth Martin. "Would'st see us in pillory79, egged, turnipped, nay, beaten at the post?"
"Come, old frog, I for one will run the hazard."
"Old frog, is it?" Martin's face flamed redder than before. "An we loiter there'll be sharp eyes upon us. My very throat is itching80 at the thought. Justice is swift. Who knows but we'll swing by sundown? Hast never considered the pains of hanging? The way they dance and twitch81 is enough to take the sap out of a man's legs."
Martin's fears were an old story and the lad heeded82 them so little, save when he would make game of them, that he never even smiled. "See!" he cried. "There's a man in their midst. Stay! Who is he? He is—yea, he is the very one, come back to Bideford despite his fears. And it seems the townsfolk know him well."
The jeering83 mob parted and revealed a lank84 man with a great book. His voice rose above their clamour, "O well beloved, O well beloved, never was a man perplexed85 with such diversity of thoughts!"
But Martin was gone, and Phil hastening after him saw a face in a window, which was watching Martin hurry through the town. And when Phil pursued Martin the eyes in the window scanned the lad from head to foot.
They found lying at the quay the vessel they sought, and a brave frigate86 she was, with high poop and nobly carved fiddlehead and sharp, deep cutwater. The gun-deck ports were closed, but on the main deck was a great show of ordnance87 with new carriages and new yellow breechings. There were swivel-guns on the forecastle and the quarter-deck and there was a finely wrought88 lantern of bronze and glass at the stern. But as they came up to her, a cloud hid the sun and the gilded89 carving90 ceased to shine and the bright colours lost their brilliance91 and her black, high sides loomed92 up sombrely, and to Phil she seemed for the moment very dark and forbidding.
Of this Martin appeared to have no perception, for he smiled and whispered, "Mother Taylor hath done well by us. This Rose of Devon is a tall ship and by all the signs she will be well found."
There were men standing about the capstan on the main deck and voices came from the forecastle; but on the poop there leaned against the rail to watch the two come down the quay a single man, of an age in the middle-thirties, with a keen, strong face, who wore a good coat on his back and had the manner of a king in a small island.
They stepped under the poop and Martin doffed93 his hat, having assumed his most ingratiating smile. "An it please you, sir," said he, "have I the honour to address Captain Candle of the Rose of Devon frigate?"
"I am Captain Candle."
"Good morrow to thee, sir, and Master Stephen Gangley of Liverpool sent us—"
"Yea, I received his letter. I know him not, but it seems he knows friends of mine. You are over heavy for a good seaman94 but your fellow takes my eye."
"Let it be," he said. "I can make room for the two, and to judge by your looks, if you are slow aloft at handling and hauling, we can use you to excellent purpose as a cook. Of good food and plenty it is plain you know the secret."
He watched policy contend with anger in Martin's face and his own expression gave no hint of what went on in his mind; but there was that about him which made Phil believe he was inwardly laughing, and Phil had an instant liking96 for the man, which, if one might judge by the captain's glance or two, was returned.
"You may sign the articles in the tavern yonder," he said. "You are none too early, for we sail in an hour's time to get the tide."
As Phil followed Martin into the tavern he saw a bustle97 and flurry in the street, but it passed and while they waited by the fire for the captain and the agent to come with the articles he thought no more of it.
They came at last, and other seamen98 with them, and spread the articles on the oaken table where one man might sign after another. And when Martin's turn was come, he tried to speak of wages, but the captain named the figure and bade him sign, and before he thought, he had done so. He stood back, cursing under his breath, and when the captain named a higher wage for Phil, Martin's cursing became an audible mumble68, which drew from master and agent a sharp glance. Though Martin smiled and looked about as if to see whence the sound came, he deceived no one.
The men filed out of the tavern, walking soberly behind the master, and proceeded down the quay to their ship. Their feet clattered99 on the cobbles and they swung along at a rolling gait. Some were sober and some were drunk; and some were merry and some were sad. Some eyed one another with the curiosity that a man feels if he must sit, for months to come, at cheek and jowl with strangers; and some bent their eyes on the ground as if ill at ease and uncertain of their own discretion100 in thus committing themselves to no one knew what adventures in distant seas and lands.
Thus they came to the ship, following at the master's heels, and thus they filed on board, while Captain Candle stood at one side and looked them over as they passed.
To a young fellow leaning over the waist one of the men called, "Well met, Will Canty!"
Looking up, Phil himself then caught the eye of a lad of his own years who was returning the hail of a former shipmate, and since each of the youths found something to his taste in the appearance of the other, on the deck of the ship they joined company.
"You come late," said the one who had answered to the name of Will Canty. "Unless I am much mistaken, you were not on board yesterday."
He was tall and slender and very straight, and he carried his head with an erectness101 that seemed at first glance to savour of vanity. His face, too, was of a sober cast and his expression restrained. Yet he seemed a likable fellow, withal, and one whom a man could trust.
"I have not until now set foot on this deck," Phil replied. "But having seen many vessels in my time, I venture that the Rose of Devon is a staunch ship, as Captain Candle, it is plain to see, is a proper master."
"Yea, both sayings are true. I know, for I have sailed before in this ship with Captain Candle."
An order bawled102 from the quarter-deck caused a great stir, and for the moment put an end to their talk, but they were to see more of each other.
Casting off the moorings in answer to the word of command, the men sprang to the capstan. It was "Heave, my bullies103!" and "Pull, my hearts of gold!" Some, in a boat, carried out an anchor and others laboured at the capstan. The old frigate stirred uneasily and slipped away from the wharf104, rolling slightly with the motion of the sea, and thus they kedged her into the tide.
"Bend your passeree to the mainsail!"
Back came a roaring chorus, "Yea, yea!"
"Get your sails to the yards there—about your gear on all hands!"
"Yea, yea!" men here and there replied.
"Yea, yea!"
"Cross your yards!"
"Yea, yea!"
"Bring the cable to the capstan—Boatswain, fetch the anchor aboard!—Break ground!—Up there, a hand to the foretop and loose the foretopsail!"
"Yea, yea!" And the first man to set foot on the ratlines was running up the rigging.
It was Philip Marsham, for to him the sea was home and there was no night so dark he could not find his way about a ship. Nor did his promptness escape the sharp eye of Captain Candle.
Now, while the captain stood with folded arms at the poop, his mate cried, "Come, my hearts, heave up your anchor! Come one and all! Who says Amen? O brave hearts, the anchor a-peak!"
"Yea, yea!"
"Heave out your topsails!—Haul your sheets!—Let fall your foresail!—You at the helm, there, steer106 steady before the wind!"
On all the vessels in the harbour, and all along the quay and the streets, men had stopped their work to see the Rose of Devon sail. But though most of them stood idle and silent, there was a sudden flurry on the quay where but now she had been lying, and two men burst out, calling after her and waving their arms.
"'Tis the beadle and the constable," the men muttered. "Who of us hath got to sea to escape the law?"
The mate turned to the master, but the master firmly shook his head. "Come, seize the tide," he called. "We will stay for no man."
"Heave out the foretopsail—heave out the main topsail—haul home your topsail sheets!"
The men aloft let the lesser107 sails fall; the men on deck sheeted them home and hoisted108 them up. The mate kept bawling109 a multitude of orders: "Haul in the cable there and coil it in small fakes! Haul the cat! A bitter! Belay! Luff, my man, luff! You, there, with the shank painter, make fast your anchor!"
Then came the voice of the master, which always his mate echoed, "Let fall your mainsail!"
And the echo, "Let fall your mainsail!"
"Yea, yea!"
And again came the echo from the mate, "On with your bonnets and drabblers!"
"Yea, yea!"
The great guns ranged along the deck—each bound fast by its new breechings—with their linstocks and sponges and ladles and rammers, made no idle show of warlike strength. There was too often need to let their grim voices sound at bay, for those were wild, lawless days.
Such a ship as the Rose of Devon frigate, standing out for the open sea, is a sight the world no longer affords. Those ships are "gone, gone, gone with lost Atlantis." Their lofty poops, their little bonaventure masts, their lateen sails aft, their high forecastles and tall bowsprits with the square spritsail flaunted111 before the fiddlehead, came down from an even earlier day; for the Rose of Devon had been an ancient craft when King James died and King Charles succeeded to the throne. But she was a fine tall ship and staunch notwithstanding her years, and there was newly gilded carving on bow and stern and a new band of crimson112 ran her length. With her great sails spread she thrust her nose into the heavy swell113 that went rolling up the Bristol Channel, and nodding and curtseying to old Neptune114, she entered upon his dominions115.
She was, as I have said, a brave tall ship, yet, despite her gilded carving and her band of crimson, her towering sides which were painted black gave her a singularly dark appearance, and she put to sea like a shadow out of older days.
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