One watching from the mountain would have seen the Rose of Devon spread her sails and put to sea like a great bird with white wings. But there was no one on the mountain to watch, and when the ship had sailed, no human being remained to interrupt the placid2 calm that overspread the bay that summer morning. The sun blazed from a clear sky, and the green palms rustled3 and swayed beside the blue water, and in all the marvelously fair prospect4 of land and sea no sign or mark of violence remained.
Phil Marsham had gone in the night over the hills and across the narrow peninsula between two bays. Though the way was rough, the land was high and—for the tropics—open, and he had put the peninsula behind him by sunrise. He had then plunged6 down into a swampy7 region, but, finding the tangle8 of vines and canes9 well nigh impassable in the dark, he had struggled round it and had again come to the shore.
There, finding once more a place where a man could walk easily, he had pressed on at dawn through a forest of tall trees in infinite number and variety, with flowers and fruits in abundance, and past a plain of high grass of wonderful greenness.
A short time after sunrise he drank from a spring of water and ate ship's bread from the small store with which he had provided himself. But he dared not linger, and resuming his journey he came upon two huts where nets and fishing-tackle were spread in the sun to dry. The heat, which seemed to swell10 from the very earth, by then so sorely oppressed him that he stopped for a while in a shady place to rest. But still he dared not stay, and although upon again arising he saw that dark clouds were covering the sky, he once more stepped forth12 with such a stout13 heart as had carried him out of London and all the long way to Bideford in Devon.
It gave him a queer feeling to be tramping through an unknown land with no destination in his mind, yet he vowed14 to himself that, come what might, he would never go back to the Rose of Devon. There is a time when patience and forbearance are enough to earn a man a hempen15 halter, and thinking thus, he faced the storm and renewed his determination.
The wind rose to a furious gale16; the clouds overswept the sky and thunder shook the earth and heavens. The rain, sweeping17 down in slanting18 lines, cut through the palm leaves like hundreds upon hundreds of thrusting swords; and lightning flamed and flashed, and leaped from horizon to horizon, and hung in a sort of continual cloud of deathly blue in the zenith, blazing and quivering with appalling19 reverberations that went booming off through the mountains and came rolling back in ponderous20 echoes. It was enough to make a brave man think the black angels were marshalling for the last great battle; it was such a storm as a boy born in England and taught his seamanship in northern waters knew only by sailors' tales. The rain beat through the poor shelter that he found and drenched21 him to the skin, and the roaring and thundering of the tempest filled him with awe22. And when the storm had passed, for it lasted not above three quarters of an hour, the sun came out again and filled the air with a steamy warmth that was oppressive beyond description.
Then the woods came to life and insects stirred and droned, and mosquitoes, issuing from among the leaves and grasses, plagued him to the verge23 of madness.
One who has lived always in a land where mosquitoes return each year in summer is likely to have no conception of the venomous strength with which their poison can work upon one who has not, by much experience of their bites, built up a measure of resistance against it. Phil's hands swelled24 until he could not shut them, and the swelling25 of his face so nearly closed his eyes that he could hardly see. When two hours later, all but blinded, and thirsting and hungry, he came again to the shore and made out in the offing, by squinting26 between swollen27 eyelids28, the same Rose of Devon from which he had run away and to which he had vowed he would never return, his misery29 was such that he would have been glad enough to be on board her and away from such torment30, though they ended the day by hanging him. But the Rose of Devon sailed away over the blue sea on which the sun shone as calmly and steadily31 as if there had been no tempest, and Philip Marsham sat down on a rock and gave himself up as a man already dead.
There two natives of the country found him, and by grace of God, who tempered their hearts with mercy, carried him to their poor hut and tended him with their simple remedies until he was in such measure recovered of the poison that he could see as well as ever. He then set out once more upon his way to he knew not where, having rubbed himself with an ointment32 of vile33 odour, which they gave him in goodly quantity to keep off all pestiferous insects, and on the day when he ate the last morsel34 of the food with which the natives had provided him he saw from the side of a high hill a strange ship at anchor in a cove11 beneath.
Now a ship might mean one thing or she might mean another; and a man's life might depend on the difference.
Drinking deeply from a stream that ran over the rocks and through the forest, and so at last into the cove, Philip Marsham returned into the wood and sat upon a fallen tree. He saw a boat put out from the ship and touch on the shore a long way off, where some men left her and went out of sight. After an hour or two they came back, and, entering the boat, returned to the ship. He saw men working on deck and in the rigging; he heard the piping of a whistle, and now and again, as the wind changed, he heard more faintly than the drone of insects the voices of the men.
Being high above the shore, he found the mosquitoes fewer and the wind helped drive them away; yet they plagued him continually, despite his ointment, of which little was left, and made him miserable35 while he stayed. He would have hurried off had he dared; but the chance that the ship would be the means of saving his life withheld36 him from pursuing his journey, while doubt concerning the manner of craft she was withheld him from making known his presence.
In mid-afternoon he saw far away a sail, which came slowly in across the blue plain of the sea; and having clear eyes, trained by long practice, he descried37 even at that great distance the motion of a heavily rolling ship. From his seat high on the hill he could see a long way farther than the men in the ship in the cove, and a point of land shut off from them an arc of the sea that was visible from the hill; so when night fell they were still unaware38 of the sail.
Though he had watched for hours the ship in the cove, the runaway39 boatswain of the Rose of Devon had discovered no sign of what nation had sent her out or what trade her men followed; but there came a time when his patience could endure suspense40 no longer. He picked his way down to the shore, following the stream from which he had been drinking during his long watch, and cautiously moved along the edge of the water till he came to the point of land nearest the anchored ship, whence he could very plainly hear voices on board her. There were lights on the stern and on deck, and through an open port he got sight of hammocks swinging above the guns on the main deck.
At last he took off the greater part of his clothes and piled them on a rock; then, strapping41 his dirk to his waist, he waded42 silently into the water. Reaching his depth, he momentarily hesitated, but fortifying43 his resolution with such philosophy as he could muster44, he began deliberately45 and silently to swim. Letting himself lie deep in the water and moving so slowly that he raised no wake, he came into the shadow of the ship. It was good to feel her rough planking. He swam aft under the quarter, and coming to the rudder laid hands on it and rested. Above him he could see, upon looking up, a lighted cabin-window.
His own body seemed ponderous as he slowly lifted himself out of water. He raised one hand from the tip of the rudder just above the tiller to the carving46 overhead and got grip on a scroll47 wrought48 in tough oak. He put his foot on the rudder, and feeling above him with his other hand seized fast the leg of a carved dragon. Very thankful for the brave ornaments49 with which the builder had bedecked the ship, he next got hold of the dragon's snout, and clinging like a fly, unseen and unsuspected, above the black water that gurgled about the rudder and the hull50, he crawled silently up the stern.
Coming thus to the lighted cabin window, he peeked51 in and found the place deserted52. On the table a cloth was laid, and on the cloth such a dinner service as he could scarce have dreamed of. There were glasses of rare tints53, with a few drops of wine left in them, which glowed like garnets under the bright candles. There were goblets54 of silver, and even, he believed, of gold. There were wonderfully delicate plates crusted with gold about the edges. There was an abundance of silver to eat with and a great decanter, wrought about with gold and precious stones, such as simple folk might not expect to see this side of Heaven.
At the sound of steps, Phil drew back and hung over the water on the great stern of the ship.
A boy came into the cabin and stepped briskly about clearing the table. Voices came down from above—and they were speaking in English! What a prize she would have made for the Rose of Devon, Phil thought, and grimly smiled.
"Yea, yea, master," cried the boy, and with that he scurried57 from the cabin like a startled chick.
Phil raised his head and renewed his hold, for he could not cling there forever; yet how to introduce himself on board the ship was a question that sorely puzzled him. He threw a bare leg over the sill, the more easily to rest, and revolved58 the problem in his mind. They were plainly honest Englishmen, and right glad would he have been to get himself in among them. Yet if he came like a thief in the night, they must suspect him of evil intentions without end. While he thus attacked the problem from one side and from the other, it occurred to him that the best way was to crawl down again into the water and swim back to the shore from whence he had come. There, having donned his clothes, he would call for help. Surely there was no one so hard of heart as to refuse a lad help in escaping from the pirates.
He raised his leg to swing it out of the window again and put his scheme into practice, when he felt—and it startled him nearly out of his skin—a hand lay hold on his ankle.
If you will balance yourself on the outside of any window with one foot over the sill, you will find it exceedingly difficult to pull your foot away from some one inside the window without throwing yourself off the wall, and Phil for the moment was reluctant to make the plunge5. Slowly at first he twisted and pulled, but to no purpose. With waxing vigour59 he struggled and yanked and kicked and jerked, but completely failed to get his ankle out of the hand that held it.
It seemed that a gentleman who had been sitting at a little desk, so placed that Phil could not have seen it without thrusting his head all the way into the cabin, had looked up, and, perceiving to his mild surprise a naked foot thrust in through the window, had nimbly arisen, and stepping lightly toward the foot, had seized the ankle firmly at the moment when Phil was about to withdraw it.
The gentleman marvelled60 much at what he had discovered and purposed to get at the reason for it. Not only did he succeed with ease in holding the ankle fast against his captive's somewhat cautious first kicks; he anticipated a more desperate effort by getting firm hold with both hands, so that when his captive decided61 to risk all, so to speak, and tried with might and main to fling himself free and into the water by a great leap, the gentleman kept fast his hold and held the lad by his one leg, who dangled62 below like a trapped monkey.
Very likely it was foolish of Philip Marsham to attempt escaping, but as I have said he was of no mind to be caught thus like a thief entering in the night, and he was so completely surprised that he had no time at all to collect his wits before he acted. Yet caught he was, and, for a bad bargain, hung by the heels to boot.
"Boy," the gentleman said, and his voice indicated that he had a droll63 humour, "call Captain Winterton."
The boy, further sounds revealed, who had come silently and in leisure, departed noisily and in haste.
Heavy steps then approached, and a gruff voice cried, "What devilish sort of game is this?"
"Take his other leg, Charles, and we shall soon have him safe on board. I am not yet prepared to say what sort of game it is, beyond saying that it is a rare and curious game."
Thereupon a second pair of hands closed on Philip Marsham's other ankle, and, would he or would he not, he was hauled speedily through the cabin window.
"Young man," said the gentleman who had first seized him, "who and what are you, and from whence have you come?"
"I am Philip Marsham, late boatswain of the Rose of Devon frigate64. I came to learn from what country this ship had sailed and to ask for help. I myself sailed from Bideford long since in the Rose of Devon, but, falling into the hands of certain sailors of fortune who killed our master and took our ship, I have served them for weary months as a forced man. Having at last succeeded in running away from them, I have come hither by land, as you can see, suffering much on the way, and I ask you now to have compassion65 on me, in God's name, and take me home to England."
"Truly," said the gentleman, "those devilish flies have wrought their worst upon him. His face is swelled till it is as thick-lipped as a Guinea slave's." He spoke66 lightly and with little thought of Phil's words, for his humour was uppermost in him. He was in every way the fine gentleman with an eye for the comical, accustomed to having all things done for him and as little likely to feel pity for this nearly naked youth as to think it wrong that the little cabin boy should stand till morning behind his chair, lest by chance, desiring one thing or another, he must compromise his dignity by fetching it for himself.
But now the other, Captain Winterton, a tall, grave man, with cold face and hard cold eyes, stepped forward, and speaking for the first time said: "Do you remember me?"
Phil looked him in the eye and felt his heart sink, but he was no coward. "I do," he replied.
Captain Winterton smiled. He was the first of the three men who had come on board the Rose of Devon by way of her gallery, and had entered the great cabin the night when Phil Marsham sat there at supper.
It then burst upon Phil that in the whole plain truth lay his only hope.
"I ran away from them—they had forced me into their service!—a week since. Nay67, it is true! I am no liar68! And it will pay you well to keep a sharp watch this night, for a vessel69 like enough to the Rose of Devon to be her twin is this minute lying behind yonder point."
"Ah! And you sailed, I believe you said, from Bideford. Doubtless you have kept the day in mind?"
"Why, 'twas in early May. Or—stay! 'Twas—"
"Enough! Enough! The master of—"
"But though I marked neither the day of the week nor the day of the month, I remember the sailing well."
"Doubtless," quoth the captain dryly, "but it will save time and serve thy cause to speak only when I bid thee. Interrupt me not, but tell me next the name of the lawful70 master in whose charge thy most excellent ship sailed from Bideford."
This keen and quiet captain in the King's service was of no mind that his prisoner should tell with impunity71 such a story as he might make up on the moment. Accordingly he proceeded to draw forth by question after question such particular parts of the story as he himself desired to hear, now attacking the matter from one angle and now from another, watching his prisoner closely the while and all the time standing72 in such a place that the lad had no chance at all of escaping through the open window.
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canes
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swell
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cove
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forth
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gale
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appalling
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drenched
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swelled
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swelling
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swollen
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misery
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runaway
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strapping
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muster
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carving
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decided
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dangled
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