Part 3 (1/2)
”No matter,” said Sims, setting his fist upon the table with an angry thump; ”I don't profess to be more particular than other men when I get on the high seas; but I've always got my letters of marque on board, and as long as I have them, d'ye see, they can't hang me.”
Rupert seemed to be casting about for some way to satisfy his scruples. Presently he said--
”There's no other way for it, then--we must alter the date.”
Mr. Sims gave a start, and let drop an oath.
”You're a strange man, Gurney,” he said; ”I can't make you out this morning. You talk of forging the king's commission as if it were no more than altering the log. Why, man, that's a worse hanging matter than sailing with no papers at all!”
My cousin fairly lost his temper at this, and cursed the other for a thin-skinned numbskull.
”Either we sail or we don't,” he concluded by saying, ”and either we sail with a commission or without it. I am ready here to alter the date with my own hand--it is but turning a IV into a VI--to give us two years more, and you need know nothing of the matter.”
The captain came into this with surprising readiness thinking, no doubt, that he had sufficiently guarded his own neck in the business.
Then for the first time they perceived me; and Sims was for making me take an oath on the gospels not to betray what I had heard. But Rupert rebuked him sharply, bidding him to know that no Ford had ever committed treachery or dishonour within the memory of man, any more, he was good enough to say, than the Gurneys themselves.
And this testimony of his so soothed me that I allowed my conscience to slumber in the matter of the forged commission. Yet it was plain enough to me by this time that my cousin was a desperate scoundrel, and that the company I had enlisted among were little better than a gang of pirates, if better they could be called.
I daresay it was not to be expected that I should a.s.sociate for long with such men without falling into their ways. But what prevailed most to change me from my former character, and wrought on me for evil was, I verily believe, the frenzy of the pa.s.sion which possessed me for Marian.
By this time I had gathered courage to let her know how she stood in my regard, and with the worst result for me that could have happened.
For she would listen well-pleased to all the desperate love I poured into her ear, and then the next day I would find her closeted with my cousin Rupert, who was become her bold and notorious wooer, or else with one of the flash young gentlemen of the town, who frequented the tavern for no other purpose but to make love to her, and brought her presents of rings and lockets and suchlike matters, which she never scrupled to accept. And when I upbraided her for this wantonness, she gave me cruel words.
”I would have you to know that I am not your mistress, pert young sir, any more than I am your cousin's! And I suppose I am free to do as I please, without your leave first had! If it likes me to entertain the society of other young gentlemen, be sure I shall do so; and as for the trinkets you are pleased to be jealous of, it will be time enough to cast them in my teeth when you have better to bestow on me yourself.”
With that she flung away, leaving me sore distressed and amazed. But though this speech removed somewhat of my blindness, yet the love I had for her was no whit lessened, but rather increased in vehemence.
And seeing that I had but little money of my own to procure her such toys as she spoke of, I forthwith betook me to dicing and gambling, which hitherto I had refrained from, in the hopes of bettering my estate.
The luck I had in this was very various, so that at one time guineas seemed to be dropping out of my pockets, whereas at others I might ransack them through without finding so much as a silver penny. And according to the state of my fortunes, so did I prosper in Marian's regard; and in this ill-state of my affairs I grew reckless, and drank to drive away better thoughts, and so came on rapidly to the evil hour which was to end it all.
For, as it happened, I was one night throwing the dice with my cousin Rupert, and he had won of me, and as I went on, drinking in between whiles, I lost what little coolness I had started with, and finally staked my last penny on the last throw, and lost that too. Then I flung myself back from the table with an oath.
”Fair and softly, cousin,” said Rupert, picking up the money I had thrown before him. ”It does not much matter who wins, seeing that it all goes into the same pocket afterwards.”
”What do you mean?” I cried sharply. For nothing angered me more than to have him say anything which glanced at our rivalry for Marian, in which business I had too much reason to suspect he was more fortunate than myself. That very day, moreover, I had found them together, and they had looked ill-pleased at being disturbed.
”Faith, I think you must know my meaning well enough by this time,”
answered Rupert, with an insulting smile. ”Before you try to play the gallant you must line your pocket better.”
”Hold your tongue!” I said fiercely. ”I am not used to buy favours, like some who have nothing but their purse to commend them.”
”Then you should go where favours are not sold,” he sneered, with an evil smile.
”Those words in your teeth!” I shouted, starting up and clapping my hand on my sword, which I had bought two days before of a Jew.
By this time the noise of our quarrel had aroused the whole room, and the company were crowding round us, the men of the _Fair Maid_ in the front. Rupert bit his lip as he saw where he stood.