Part 12 (1/2)

”With all my heart,” said the Captain, and he ordered a gla.s.s of strong waters to be handed to Sam, who quaffed it off at once, giving a deep sigh as he reached the bottom.

”Come, that does a fellow good; I feel once more like Sam Stokes instead of the rascally Mustapha Mouser I was turned into.”

As soon as the s.h.i.+p had been put to rights a course was shaped for Cadiz, to which port Captain Benbow told his young friends he was bound when attacked by the Sallee rover.

”Now that you have come on board, Master Willoughby, I shall be glad to fulfil my promise and keep you if you desire to remain,” he said to Roger. ”I was heartily sorry to have to leave you behind, as I knew how much you would be disappointed, but I was many months absent from England, and when I got back there was no time to send down to Dorsets.h.i.+re and have you up, should you have been still willing to come; however, a promise is not broken as long as there is time to fulfil it, and so you are welcome to remain on board the _Benbow_ frigate.”

Roger warmly expressed his thanks, and said that he would rather serve with Captain Benbow than go on board any other s.h.i.+p. He made the same offer to Stephen, who, however, having no wish to follow the sea as a profession, declined accepting it, though he begged that he might return home. Sam was at once duly entered as belonging to the s.h.i.+p. Jumbo, when he first came on board, had fixed his big round eyes on the Captain with an inquiring glance, but had been apparently too much awed to speak to him, and now he came aft, and making a profound bow, said, ”Me tink you remember Jumbo, Captain Benbow; serve on board dis s.h.i.+p to sweep cabin when little boy.”

”Cannot say that I recollect your face; to my eyes, one n.i.g.g.e.r is much like another; but I have no doubt about the truth of your story, and am pleased to have you aboard again, and will enter you on the s.h.i.+p's books as one of my crew if you wish it.”

”Oh yes, ma.s.sa,” said Jumbo, with a broad grin. ”Bery glad serve Captain Benbow; hope to sail wid you while you keep de sea.”

”Not much chance of my keeping anywhere else,” said the Captain.

So the matter was settled, and Jumbo, to his great delight, found himself one of the crew of the _Benbow_ frigate. In about three days land was sighted, and that evening the s.h.i.+p entered the magnificent bay of Cadiz.

Next morning after breakfast the Captain ordered his boat to go on sh.o.r.e, and invited Roger and Stephen to accompany him.

”Jumbo, you will go with us,” he said. ”You will have to carry a sack on your shoulders, but you need not ask what is in it.”

”Neber mind, Captain, me ready to do whateber you tell me,” answered Jumbo.

Roger and Stephen had taken their seats in the boat with the Captain, when Jumbo appeared with a big canvas sack, which was handed down after him. The men who were looking over the side grinned as they watched it placed in the bows of the boat.

”Give way, my lads,” cried the Captain, and they pulled for the sh.o.r.e.

They soon reached the quay, when, the Captain and his young friends stepping out, he ordered Jumbo to take up the sack and follow him. They had not gone far when they met two officers of the revenue, who stopped and inquired what was contained in the sack the negro carried.

”Salt provisions for my own use,” answered Captain Benbow. ”You know me. I am a frequent trader to this port, and I have never attempted to smuggle.”

Still the officers insisted on seeing the contents of the sack.

”No, no,” said the Captain, ”I have made up my mind not to show them. I tell you, I never ran any goods since I came to sea, and have no intention of doing so now.”

”We cannot help ourselves, Senor. What you say may be very true, but it is against our orders to allow you to pa.s.s. However, as the magistrates are sitting not far off, if you like to declare before them the contents of your sack, the negro may carry them wherever you order him.”

”The very thing I wish,” said the Captain. ”I will go before the magistrates, and if they desire to see my salt provisions, they shall be welcome to do so.”

Accordingly, Captain Benbow leading, with his two young friends, Jumbo following with the sack, and the two officers bringing up the rear, proceeded to the custom-house, where a party of grave and reverend Senors were sitting. The officers at once stated what had occurred, when the president, who knew Captain Benbow, greeted him politely, expressed his regret that he should have to inconvenience him for such a trifle, but observed that he must adhere to the laws; that as soon as he had shown what the sack contained he should be at liberty to proceed wherever he might choose.

”Well, Senor, since you insist on seeing my salt provisions, I will show them to you,” said the Captain. ”Jumbo, open that sack and throw the contents out on the table.”

Jumbo did as he was ordered, the whites of his eyes glancing, and his mouth at a broad grin, for he was certainly not ignorant of what he had been carrying, and, untying the string, out rolled thirteen gory heads.

The magistrates started back, some with amazement, others with horror expressed in their countenances.

”There they are,” cried the Captain, ”and at your service.”

”How did you become possessed of them?” asked the president.