Part 2 (1/2)

Send them back as soon as you land. You will take horses and travel across the country, and the frigate will call for you in the course of a few days.”

”Ay, ay, sir!” answered Hemming, who never spoke a work more than was necessary in the presence of his superiors.

Jack and Paddy were delighted when they found that they were to go on the expedition; for, though old Hemming kept somewhat a taut hand over them, they had a just regard for his good qualities. They secretly also resolved to indemnify themselves on their return pa.s.sage by having as much fun as they could. The cutter was a fine boat; and as they had a fair breeze they made rapid progress towards their destination. They sat very demurely, one on either side of old Hemming, eating their bread and cheese, and taking the half winegla.s.sful of grog, which he handed to them each time that he helped himself to a full tumbler.

”That is quite enough for such little chaps as you,” said he. ”If you were to begin now, and to take two or three tumblersful as I do, by the time you are my age, you would have drunk fifty hogsheads of rum, and I don't know how many tons of water.”

Perhaps Hemming's calculations were not exactly correct, but the advice was, at all events, good. He took care that it should be followed by leaving them only half a bottle of rum for their return--putting the remainder of the bottles into the saddle-bags he had brought for his journey. Jack and Terence watched him trotting off on a Greek Rosinante with the said well-filled saddle-bags behind him, a thick stick in his hand, and a brace of s.h.i.+p's pistols in his holsters, till he was out of sight.

”Terence,” said Jack, ”we ought to return to the boat, and get under weigh.”

”Yes; but I vote we do something in the catering line first,” was the answer.

So they found their way to the market, where by dint of signs and a few words of _lingua franca_, they laid in a store of fruit and fowls, and fish and vegetables of various sorts, with two or three bottles of what they understood was first-rate Samian wine. With this provision for the inner man they returned to the boat, and made sail for Corfu. The wind was light, and they made but slow progress. However, they were very happy, and in no hurry to get back to the s.h.i.+p. It happened that they had been lately reading James's _Naval History_, and Paddy especially had been much struck by some of the exploits performed by single boat's crews.

”Jack,” said he, ”I don't think we ought to go back to the s.h.i.+p without doing something.”

”We are doing a good deal,” answered Jack, who was very matter of fact.

”We are eating a jolly good dinner.” He held up the leg of a chicken.

”This is the last of a fowl I've had to my share.”

”Ay, but I mean something to be talked about--something glorious,”

answered Paddy. ”Let's take a prize.”

”A prize! Where is one to be found?” asked Jack, in no way disinclined to do something.

”Oh! we'll fall in with her before long,” replied Paddy. ”One of these Greek chaps. They are all pirates, you know, and would cut our throats if they dared.”

Paddy was jumping rather too fast at conclusions; but Jack, who also thought it would be a very fine thing to take a prize, although some doubts crossed his mind as to the propriety of so doing, did not attempt to dissuade him from his intentions. It never occurred to the young aspirants for naval renown that they should have made the men get out their oars and pull, as there was a perfect calm. The boat floated quietly on all night. Soon after daylight they espied a long, low, lateen-rigged craft stealing along close in with the land--her white canvas dimly seen through the morning mist.

”That shall be our prize,” exclaimed Paddy, standing up in the stern-sheets; whereon he made the crew a speech, and talked a great deal about honour, glory, and renown, and treading in the steps of the old heroes of Great Britain, and prize-money, and several other themes. The last-mentioned his auditors understood somewhat better than the first.

It was all the same to them whether England was at war or not with the nation to which the craft in view belonged. Their officers must know all about the matter, so there was no dissentient voice; and now, getting out their oars fast enough, they pulled away with a hearty cheer towards the craft in sight. The vessel was undoubtedly a Greek. Her crew probably could not conceive why they were chased. The wind was too light to enable them to make much way with their sails; and though they had oars, they were unable to urge on their craft fast enough to escape the English boat. From the gestures of their pursuers the Greeks saw that they were about to be attacked, and as the cutter ran alongside they attempted to defend themselves; but although the seamen had only the boat's stretchers, and Paddy and Jack alone had pistols, which fortunately would not go off, the Greeks very speedily gave way and tumbled down below.

”What are we to do now?” asked Jack, who, having joined the s.h.i.+p later, was under Adair's command.

”Carry our prize in triumph into Corfu,” answered Paddy, taking a turn with a dignified air on the deck. ”I should like, to see what that prig Spry will say to us now.”

As the Greeks could not speak a word of English, nor the English a word of Greek, no explanations could be made. The Greeks shrugged their shoulders, and having been accustomed to be knocked about a good deal by the Turks, and to untoward events in general, took things very philosophically. A breeze sprang up, and with the cutter in tow, the mids.h.i.+pmen shaped a course, as well as they could calculate, for Corfu.

The Greek crew were far more numerous than the English; so Jack advised that a guard should be set over them lest they might attempt to retake the vessel--an occurrence, he had read, which had often happened when proper precautions were neglected.

”I hope it's all right,” observed Jack, ”but what we have done seems somewhat funny.”

”Who fears?” answered Paddy. ”What else have we to do but to fight our enemies?”

As Jack had not a ready answer to this question, the subject dropped.

Their attention was soon occupied by seeing a vessel standing up the channel, so as directly to cross their course.

”She's the _Firefly_,” exclaimed Jack; ”is she not, Thomson?” he asked of the boatswain of the boat.

”No doubt about it, sir,” was the answer; and in a lower voice, ”And now, my wigs, won't the youngsters catch it!”