Part 12 (2/2)

It was answered presently by all the s.h.i.+ps of war in the harbor and by the forts on sh.o.r.e, and for five minutes the heavy cannonade continued. The captain, who had been on sh.o.r.e, crossed the gangway on to the s.h.i.+p as the crew were gazing in surprise at the cannonade, exchanging guesses as to its cause.

”I have great news, lads,” he said. ”Peace is proclaimed, and Napoleon has surrendered, and is to be shut up in the Isle of Elba in the Mediterranean. No more fear of privateers or French prisons.”

The crew burst into a hearty cheer. This was indeed surprising news.

It was known that Wellington was gradually driving back the French marshals in the south of France, and that the allies were marching toward Paris. But Napoleon had been so long regarded as invincible, that no one had really believed that his downfall was imminent.

Four days later the cargo was all on board, and the f.a.n.n.y sailed for England. The voyage was accomplished without adventure. As soon as the vessel entered dock and the crew were discharged Ralph landed, and having purchased a suit of landsman clothes, presented his kit to a lad of about his own age, who had been his special chum on board the f.a.n.n.y, and then made his way to the inn from which the coaches for Dover started. Having secured a place for next day, dined, and ordered a bed, he pa.s.sed the evening strolling about the streets of London, and next morning at six o'clock took his place on the coach.

”Going back from school, I suppose, young gentleman?” a military-looking man seated next to him on the coach remarked as soon as they had left the streets behind them, and were rattling along the Old Kent Road.

”No, I am not going home from school,” Ralph said with a smile. ”At least not from the sort of school you mean; though I have been learning a good deal too. I arrived yesterday from the West Indies.”

”Indeed!” the gentleman said, scrutinizing him closely. ”I see you look sunburned and weather-beaten now that I look at you; but somehow I should not have put you down as a sailor.”

”Well, I am not exactly a sailor; though I may say I have worked as one before the mast both out and home. That was my first experience; and I suppose one takes longer than that to get the regular nautical manner.”

”Before the mast, were you? Then I suppose you have been getting into some sc.r.a.pe at home, young sir, and run away; for, from your appearance, you would hardly have been before the mast otherwise. Boys never know what is good for them. But I suppose after your experience you will be inclined to put up with any disagreeables you may have at home rather than try running away again?”

”You are mistaken!” Ralph said with a laugh. ”I did not run away. I was run away with!”

”Kidnapped!” the gentleman said in surprise. ”I know that merchantmen have often difficulty in getting hands owing to the need of men for the navy, but I did not know that they had taken to press-gangs on their own account.”

”No, I don't know that they have come to that,” Ralph replied. ”The fact is, sir, I was out fis.h.i.+ng a few miles off Dover, when the smack I was in was run down in the dark by a French privateer. I was hauled on board, and as she was bound for the West Indies I had to make the voyage whether I liked it or not.”

”How long ago is it that you were run down?”

”About five months,” Ralph replied.

”Why, you are not the son of Mrs. Conway of Dover, are you?”

”Yes, I am, sir. Do you know her, and can you tell me how she is?”

Ralph asked eagerly.

”I believe that she is well, although of course she must have suffered very greatly at your disappearance. I haven't the pleasure of knowing her personally, but several friends of mine are acquainted with her. I heard the matter talked about at the time the boat was missing. Some portions of her were picked up by other fis.h.i.+ng boats, and by the shattered state of some of the planks they said that she had been run down; beside, there had been no wind about the time she disappeared, so that there was little doubt some vessel or other had cut her down.

I happened to hear of it from Colonel Bryant, who is a friend of your mother.”

”Yes, I know him,” Ralph put in.

”I have heard Colonel Bryant say that she has not altogether abandoned hope, and still clings to the idea that you may have been run down by some outward-bound s.h.i.+p and that you had been saved and carried away, and that she declares that she shall not give up all hope until ample time has elapsed for a s.h.i.+p to make the voyage to India and return.”

”I am very glad of that,” Ralph said. ”It has been a great trouble to me that she would be thinking all this time that I was dead. I should not have minded having been carried away so much if I had had a chance of writing to her to tell her about it; but I never did have a chance, for I came home by the very first s.h.i.+p that left Port Royal after I arrived there.”

”But how did you get away from the French privateer--was she captured?”

”Well, it is rather a long story, sir,” Ralph said modestly.

”All the better,” the gentleman replied. ”We have got fourteen hours journey before us, and your story will help pa.s.s the time; so don't try to cut it short, but let me have it in full.” Ralph thereupon told the story, which lasted until the coach reached Tunbridge, where it stopped for the pa.s.sengers to dine.

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