Part 23 (1/2)
The little sailor-boy looked up. There could be no doubt about it-- there sat Digby Heathcote.
With a shout of joy Arthur sprang forward, and lifted him up in his arms. John Pratt, in his delight, gave him a hug which almost squeezed the breath out of his body; and Toby Tubb seized his hand, and gave it a shake which well nigh wrung it off. It was some moments before any one could speak, and Digby could hurriedly give an account of what had occurred.
”Well, I be right glad, that I be,” exclaimed Toby. ”Them who has gone to their account has brought their fate upon themselves. Howsomdever, Master Digby, come into the boat; you are cold and hungry, I'll warrant, and will be glad of a breakfast and warm bed.”
Digby was ready enough to go, but he begged that search might be made in case any of the crew of the lugger might have been washed on sh.o.r.e, and be still clinging on among the crevices of the rocks.
Toby shook his head. ”It was not likely any had escaped. It was a wonder he had done so.”
Search was made, however, but there was not the sign of a living being, nor had any of the bodies of the smugglers been washed ash.o.r.e.
Toby and John Pratt insisted on taking off their overcoats to wrap up Digby; and the former had a little brandy in a flask, which he insisted on pouring down his throat. Digby, to his surprise, found that it appeared very little stronger than water, a proof of how much chilled he was, and how important a stimulant this was to him.
Little are spirit-drinkers aware of not only how much injury they are doing themselves, but how completely they are depriving themselves of important a.s.sistance in time of need. A gla.s.s of brandy may save the life of a person who never touches spirits, but would have no effect on an habitual brandy-drinker.
The voyage back to Osberton need not be further described. The reception Digby met with from Mr and Mrs Nugent may easily be conceived. Digby indignantly declined to go to bed, but he did not refuse to eat a hearty breakfast, in which Arthur joined him, or to change his sailor's clothes for a suit more fitted for the heir of Bloxholme to appear in.
”Put up the others, however; I'll have them with me,” he exclaimed.
”They will remind me of my trip in the smugglers' lugger, at all events.”
”Of its fearful termination, and of the merciful way in which you were preserved, my dear boy,” observed Mr Nugent.
”Yes, uncle, yes,” said Digby; ”I thought of that. I don't feel I can ever be too thankful.”
A carriage was ordered, and Mr Nugent, and Digby, and Arthur, went inside; and John Pratt and Toby Tubb, whom Digby insisted should accompany them, went outside; and away they rattled as fast as four horses could gallop towards Bloxholme. Every minute was of importance to release Mr and Mrs Heathcote from their state of suspense. The carriage with its four smoking horses, rattled up the avenue. Almost before John Pratt had time to jump from the box the hall-door was flung open; Alesbury had caught sight of Digby, and hurrying down the steps faster than he had moved for many a day, he pulled him out of the carriage, and carried him into the house. Then Digby found himself in his mother's arms. Then, and not till then, did he burst into tears, but they were tears of joy and grat.i.tude.
Poor little Kate, how she cried, too, and then she smiled and laughed; and when she got hold of Digby she could scarcely refrain from beating him for making her so very miserable; indeed, she gave him two or three severe slaps, and called him naughty, dear, tiresome, good boy; and Digby pulled her ears, and her nose, and showed his love in a variety of other eccentric ways. Digby came in for a great deal of caressing from all sides, of which he did not at all approve; but he submitted to it as an unavoidable evil, and looked very much as a donkey does when harness is about to be put on its back.
Gusty shouted and laughed louder than ever that day; and his elder sisters kissed him as elder sisters generally do their younger brothers; but he took that sort of thing better from them than from any one else.
Then he had to tell the story of his adventures over and over again.
John Pratt, however, was able to help him in that respect in the servants' hall, where he did ample justice to the young Squire's courage, and never was tired of telling all he knew about his adventures.
Digby was a strong hardy fellow, but he was not made of iron; and, long before dinner-time, he gave signs of being very sleepy and tired. He consented to go to bed, provided he was called in time to get up and dress for dinner. When, however, he was called, he was so fast asleep that nothing could awake him; and so he was allowed to sleep on till the following morning. It was ever afterwards a constant joke against him, that, when he came down, he fancied that he was coming down to dinner, and was very much surprised to find breakfast on the table.
Arthur Haviland had pretty well kept him in countenance by sleeping the greater part of the time; and neither of them were quite themselves again for two or three days.
Their adventures were fully a nine days' wonder; and the whole visiting acquaintance of the family called to hear about it. Indeed, Digby had to tell the story so often that he got weary of it; and at last insisted that Kate should represent him, and tell it instead, as if the events had happened to her. He did not, however, forget poor Dame Marlow, of the death of whose grandson he had heard from some of the smugglers. He told Mr Bowdler of the trick he had once played her, and begged him to go and break the news to the old woman before she heard it from any one else.
At first she would not believe that the only being she seemed to love was lost to her for ever; and at length, when the Vicar a.s.sured her that there was no doubt about the matter, she gave way to a fit of tears such as she had not shed for years. Her heart was softened. The clergyman placed before her in the clearest way the great truths of the Gospel.
Many days pa.s.sed away, and many visits he had to pay, before she at all seemed to comprehend them; but he persevered--as every true and faithful minister of the Gospel will persevere--when he feels that a lost soul is to be saved. At length the light seemed to dawn on her long-benighted mind.
”You tell me wonderful things, Mr Bowdler, which I never before understood,” she said, at last. ”I am a sinner, I feel that; and if I was left to myself, I am sure that I should be lost, for I don't think that I could undo a quarter, nor an hundredth part, for that matter, of the sins I have committed; but as you say, that if I repent I may go to One who will wash away my sins, I will go to Him; and I am sure, from everything he has caused to be said in the Bible, that he will wash away my sins, and save my soul from death.”
Much more she said, showing that she fully comprehended the great truths of the Gospel; find now her great anxiety was to warn those she had so long misled, and she was never weary of going about, and telling them of the Bible, and of the comfort it had been to her. At first, people could scarcely believe their senses when they heard her talk, so completely changed she had become, and so anxious she was to be doing all the good in her power. She tried to make her old husband comprehend the truths she had imbibed; but he afforded one of the numberless examples of the danger of putting off repentance to another day. His mind was dead, though his body was still alive, and in a short time he sunk into the grave. Her great grief was about her grandson, to whom she had set so bad an example, and whom she had never attempted to direct aright. He was gone, and nothing she could do would now have any power over his fate.
Oh, may all those who read this reflect on the incalculable harm which a bad example may do to those younger, or in an inferior station to themselves. If they could see it, they would start back with horror and dismay at the result of their conduct. An idle word, an idle expression, or an irreverent joke, may seem a light thing in their eyes, but even words may produce a great deal of harm; much more will a continual course of idle, careless, and bad conduct; and depend upon it, many a younger brother and companion has been lost, body and soul, who might have had a very different fate had those who had an influence over him endeavoured to lead him aright.
Digby was very glad to hear the account Mr Bowdler gave of Dame Marlow, though he probably did not understand the great importance of the change. Kate, however, whose comprehension was far more advanced than Digby's, did understand it fully, and, of her own accord, went and explained the trick she had once played her, and expressed her sorrow for it.
Digby was not quite himself again for a week or more after his dangerous adventure, and very often in the night he used to start up in his sleep, dreaming that he was on board the lugger, and that she was being dashed on the rocks. The holidays, however, promised to be as pleasant as usual. Many a delightful ride Digby got on Sweetlips; while often Kate cantered gaily by his side, dispelling, by her cheerful conversation, any of the over-gloomy thoughts which, in spite of his well-strung nerves and const.i.tutional hardihood, would occasionally occur.