Part 9 (2/2)

”Fighting for his master, at the foot of the path, shot by those ruffians.”

”So may it be to all enemies of the king,” she replied; ”but after all he was a brave man. 'T is a pity he fell in so poor a cause.”

And that was thy epitaph, old soldier; that thy requiem, honest Blodgett,--from friend and foe alike,--”He was a brave man.”

BOOK II

KNIGHTS ERRANT OF THE SEA

CHAPTER XI

_Captain John Paul Jones_

”You would better spread a little more canvas, Mr. Seymour. I think we shall do better under the topgallantsails. We have no time to lose.”

”Ay, ay, sir,” replied the young executive officer; and then lifting the trumpet to his lips, he called out with a powerful voice, ”Lay aloft and loose the topgallantsails! Man the topgallant sheets and halliards!”

The crew, both watches being on deck, were busy with the various duties rendered necessary by the departure of a s.h.i.+p upon a long cruise, and were occupied here and there with the different details of work to be done when a s.h.i.+p gets under way. Some of them, their tasks accomplished for the moment, were standing on the forecastle, or peering through the gun ports, gazing at the city, with the tall spire of Christ Church and the more substantial elevation of the building even then beginning to be known as Independence Hall, rising in the background beyond the s.h.i.+pping and over the other buildings which they were so rapidly leaving. In an instant the quiet deck became a scene of quick activity, as the men left their tasks and sprang to their appointed stations. The long coils of rope were thrown upon the deck and seized by the groups of seamen detailed for the purpose; while the rigging shook under the quick steps of the alert topmen springing up the ratlines, swarming over the tops, and laying out on the yards, without a thought of the giddy elevation, in their intense rivalry each to be first.

”The main royal also, Mr. Seymour,” continued the captain. ”I think she will bear it; 'tis a new and good stick.”

”Ay, ay, sir. Main topgallant yard there.”

”Sir?”

”Aloft, one of you, and loose the royal as well.”

”Ay, ay, sir.”

After a few moments of quick work, the officers of the various masts indicated their readiness for the next order by saying, in rapid succession,--

”All ready the fore, sir.”

”All ready the main, sir.”

”All ready the mizzen, sir.”

”Handsomely now, and all together. I want those Frenchmen there to see how smartly we can do this,” said the captain, in reply, addressing Seymour in a tone perfectly audible over the s.h.i.+p.

”Let fall! Lay in! Sheet home! Hoist away! Tend the braces there!”

shouted the first lieutenant.

Amid the creaking of blocks, the straining of cordage, and the l.u.s.ty heaving of the men, with the shrill pipes of the boatswain and his mates for an accompaniment, the sheets were hauled home on the yards, the yards rose on their respective masts, and the light sails, the braces being hauled taut, bellied out in the strong breeze, adding materially to the speed of the s.h.i.+p.

”Lay down from aloft,” cried the lieutenant, when all was over.

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