Part 25 (1/2)

Just then some cat's-paws were seen playing over the mirror-like surface of the ocean, the sails bulged out, and the _Supplejack_ began to slip through the water. She soon reached the boat, which was picked up, and then, making all sail, she sped onwards towards Carthagena. The glory of Carthagena, like that of many another place in those regions, has departed, though in appearance picturesque as in days of yore, situated on several islets, with green trees rising amid its towers and spires-- backed by its citadel and curiously-shaped hill, with the Popa convent like the high stern of a s.h.i.+p on the top. The town itself is surrounded by walls and batteries which look not a little formidable at a distance.

Formidable though they might be, Murray resolved that they should not prevent him from carrying out his intentions.

In a short time the corvette was seen at anchor in the outer harbour.

Desmond and Needham had completely recovered, and begged to be allowed to land and act as guides, should the boats be sent on sh.o.r.e.

”I scarcely think that they will attempt to interfere with us,” said Lieutenant Murray, ”but it is as well to be ready. Have all clear for action, Mr Higson.”

”Ay, ay, sir!” answered Higson, giving the necessary orders with no little satisfaction. ”I only hope that they will dare to set up their backs; we'll show them what our long gun and two short bull-dogs can do,” he said, as he went along the deck. The men were eager for a fight, as British sailors always are, though they mustered all told only sixty men, officers and crew included.

The breeze was somewhat light, but sufficient to give the brig good steerage way. Before, however, attempting to use force, Lieutenant Murray determined to try pacific measures. He accordingly hove the brig to outside the mouth of the harbour, a boat was lowered and manned, and he directed Higson, accompanied by Desmond, to go on board the corvette, and demand of the Carthagenan commodore the instant liberation of the prisoners. ”Should he refuse, you are to go on sh.o.r.e and communicate with the consul, and then return on board as soon as possible,” he added. Higson replied that he perfectly understood his instructions, and with no small satisfaction at the prospect of something to do, shoved off from the brig's side. Needham, who went as one of the crew, had described how they had been treated; and it was the general belief that the commodore would give them an opportunity of teaching him and his countrymen better manners. ”The commodore seems a mighty proud sort of fellow, and when he sees only our small brig he'll not be inclined to accede to Mr Murray's demand, I've a notion,” said Desmond.

”Then I'll just give him a hint, my boy, that he may chance to receive a visit from the rest of the squadron,” answered Higson. ”Those sort of fellows are apt to bl.u.s.ter and boast, and, like mongrels, bark loud enough when they see another cur run from them, but they seldom dare to bite when they are attacked.”

”The corvette, however, carries sixteen guns, though I cannot say how she is manned,” observed Desmond.

”She may carry twenty guns for what I care,” answered Higson, laughing.

”The question is, how will they be fought? Our Long Tom will be a match for all of them, depend on that. We shall do our best to get ahead or astern of her, where her shot will find it difficult to reach us.”

”But then there is the brig, and there are two or three schooners in addition,” observed Desmond. ”Though we don't see them as they are some way up the harbour, they're sure to come down to help their consort.”

”We must settle her first, and then tackle them,” said Higson. ”It is probable, however, that the commodore will knock under, and not give us the opportunity of showing what we can do.”

”I would rather see Miss O'Regan, and Rogers, and Gordon, with the old colonel safe first,” said Desmond. ”I am afraid that the commodore will be ill-treating them in revenge should we give his vessels a drubbing.

The consul seems somewhat of a slow coach, or he would have found out what had happened long ago, and applied for our liberation.” The breeze carried the boat which was standing in under sail swiftly on.

”She's a fine craft, and has eight guns on a side,” observed Higson, as they got close to the corvette.

The sail was lowered, and a voice hailed in Spanish to know what they wanted. Higson, who guessed the meaning of the hail, standing up, pointed to the British ensign astern, and said that he had despatches to deliver. No rope was however hove to them, nor was the side manned; so, followed by Desmond and Needham in no very dignified fas.h.i.+on, he scrambled on board.

”There's the commodore,” said Desmond, pointing to a middle-aged, gaunt-looking Don who was walking the deck with his c.o.c.ked hat stuck ferociously on one side, ”and that fat officer is our friend the first lieutenant. If they don't know how to be civil, we'll show them,” and stepping aft, he made them both a profound bow, and introduced Higson.

The Dons instinctively took off their hats, unable to withstand the influence of the young mids.h.i.+pman's politeness. Higson handed his despatches to the commodore who opened the envelope, but, unable to read English, he turned to his first lieutenant, and asked him the meaning of the paper. The latter confessed his inability to make it out; for though he spoke a little English he was unable to read it, as was possibly the case with regard to his own language. Higson therefore explained that the despatches came from the commander of the man-of-war outside the harbour, who requested that the British subjects now held in captivity by the Carthagenans might at once be delivered up to him. The commodore, to whom the lieutenant interpreted what Higson said, replied that he could not give an immediate reply; that the despatch being written in English he could not comprehend it; and as to delivering up the prisoners, that was a matter on which his Government must decide.-- He had therefore no reply to make to the English officer, who must take the consequences should he venture into the harbour. This was the sum total of the answer given by the commodore, through his first lieutenant, though it took a considerable time to deliver.

”Tell the commodore, then,” said Higson, ”that as this is a friendly port my commander will certainly come into it as he wishes to communicate with our consul, to whom he intends rendering a.s.sistance in obtaining the liberation of the prisoners.”

”What does he mean by that?” exclaimed the commodore, when the answer was interpreted to him. ”If he attempts to use force, he will find that the honour of those in whose veins flows the pure blood of Castille is not to be trifled with;” and the Don stamped, and fumed, and strutted about the deck, drawing his sword and flouris.h.i.+ng it over his head as if his s.h.i.+p was about that moment to be boarded by the English.

Desmond, reckless of the consequences which might have ensued, burst into a fit of laughter.

”What does the boy mean?” exclaimed the commodore, advancing with threatening gestures towards him.

”Just tell your captain that my companion is an Irish mids.h.i.+pman. It's a curious habit he's got of laughing at anything which tickles his fancy, and he cannot mean to be disrespectful to so great a hero.”

The first lieutenant explained what Higson had said, and possibly saved the mids.h.i.+pman from being then and there run through the body by the irate Don.

”Then I am to understand that this is the message I am to carry back to my commander,” said Higson, to the fat officer.

”Yes, and I hope your commander is a wise man, and will not venture into the harbour,” was the reply.

”I'll answer that he will though,” exclaimed Higson, making a profound bow; ”so good morning, Don Whiskerandos!”