Part 71 (1/2)

”It's so hard,” he said; ”here have I been longing for an engagement, and the first one that turns up I am away from my s.h.i.+p, and cannot even see the fun.”

I saw my father, who was wincing with pain, smile at the lieutenant's idea of fun.

”Why, you are safer here,” he said.

”Safer!” exclaimed the lieutenant contemptuously. ”Now, Captain Duncan, would you have liked it when you were on active service?”

”That I certainly should not, sir.”

”Ah, well,” said the lieutenant, ”I suppose I must be contented with our little prize here. This Gualtiere has long been wanted. A most successful smuggler, sir.”

The conversation was ceasing to interest me, so I went on deck, when the middy came up to me directly from where he was standing listening to the firing.

I looked at him with the eyes of admiration, for his uniform, dirk, and pistols gave him a warlike aspect, and besides he was in temporary command of the st.u.r.dy Jacks who were overawing the smuggler's men.

”Won't you sit down?” he said, turning up a little keg.

I sank upon the seat with a sigh, for I felt weak.

”Ah! You are a lucky fellow,” he said.

”Why?” I asked.

”Why? To be in a fight last night and get wounded.”

”Oh!” I exclaimed laughing.

”Ah, you may laugh!” he said. ”I call it first rate. You're only a landsman, and get all that luck. It's of no use to you. Why, if it had been me, of course I am too young for promotion, but it would have been remembered by and by. I say, tell us all about it.”

I told him, and to my surprise I found before long that all the sailors were listening intently.

”Ah!” exclaimed the middy as I finished; ”don't I wish we had all been there.”

”And don't I wish you had all been there!” I said dolefully; ”our place is regularly wrecked.”

”Never mind,” cried the middy, shaking my hand. ”They ar'n't getting much by it. Hark! How our old girl is pounding away at 'em. I'll be bound to say that the spars and planks are flying, and--oh, don't I wish I were there!”

CHAPTER FORTY THREE.

BIGLEY FEELS HIS POSITION.

During the day, after leaving an adequate guard over the prisoners in the lugger, the lieutenant came up the Gap twice, and worked hard with his men to get our poor work-people in a more comfortable state, though now plenty of the Ripplemouth folk had been over, and help and necessaries were freely lent, so that the night was made fairly comfortable for the wounded and their families. We slept in the ruins of the counting-house, whose roof was open to the sky, for my father had not the heart to go home and rest there; and when he sent Bigley over, and I felt that I should like to go and keep the poor fellow company, I, too, had not the heart to go and leave my father alone.

The next morning the lieutenant came to fetch us to breakfast on board the lugger; but we made a very poor meal, our injuries being more painful, and I felt weak and ill; but there was so much to see and hear that I kept forgetting my sufferings in the interest of the time.

There were our men to go and see, and sit and talk to where they were too poorly to get up. There was Mother Bonnet to speak to when she started for the Bay to attend on Bigley; and I had her to see again when she came back, all ruffled and indignant, after a verbal engagement with our Kicksey, who would not let the old woman interfere, because she wanted to nurse Bigley herself.

Then towards afternoon, when the lieutenant had nearly gone mad with suspense about the frigate and at being bound to stop there with the lugger, according to his orders, news came by a fis.h.i.+ng boat, that there had been a desperate engagement, and the frigate had been sunk.

But on the top of that came news by a man who was riding over from Stinchcombe, that it was the French vessel that had been sunk.