Part 38 (2/2)
Luff would have them, out of my own pocket, though it is often as empty as a parish church in which a fox-hunting parson preaches. I was present, once, when a real tally-ho was reading the service, and one of your G.o.dless squires got in the wake of a fox, with his hounds, within hail of the church-windows! The cries had some such effect on my roarer, as a puff of wind would have on this s.h.i.+p; that is to say, he sprung his luff, and though he kept on muttering something I never knew what, his eyes were in the fields the whole time the pack was in view. But this wasn't the worst of it; for when he got fairly back to his work again, the wind had been blowing the leaves of his book about, and he plumped us into the middle of the marriage ceremony. I am no great lawyer, but there were those who said it was a G.o.d-send that half the young men in the parish weren't married to their own grandmothers!”
”I hope the match was agreeable to the family,” said Ludlow, relieving one elbow by resting the weight of his head on the other.
”Why, as to that, I will not take upon me to say since the clerk corrected the parson's reckoning before the mischief was entirely done. There has been a little dispute between me and the first-lieutenant, Captain Ludlow, concerning the trim of the s.h.i.+p. He maintains that we have got too much in forward of what he calls the centre of gravity; and he is of opinion that had we been less by the head, the smuggler would never have had the heels of us, in the chase; whereas I invite any man to lay a craft on her water-line----”
”Show our light!” interrupted Ludlow. ”Yonder goes the signal of the launch!”
Trysail ceased speaking, and, stepping on a gun, he also began to gaze in the direction of the Cove. A lantern, or some other bright object, was leisurely raised three times, and as often hid from view. The signal came from under the land, and in a quarter that left no doubt of its object.
”So far, well;” cried the Captain, quitting his stand, and turning, for the first time, with consciousness, to his officer. ”'Tis a sign that they are at the inlet, and that the offing is clear. I think, Master Trysail, we are now sure of our prize. Sweep the horizon thoroughly with the night-gla.s.s, and then we will close upon this boasted brigantine.”
Both took gla.s.ses, and devoted several minutes to this duty. A careful examination of the margin of the sea, from the coast of New-Jersey to that of Long-Island, gave them reason to believe that nothing of any size was lying without the cape. The sky was more free from clouds to the eastward than under the land and it was not difficult to make certain of this important fact. It gave them the a.s.surance that the Water-Witch had not escaped by the secret pa.s.sage, during the time lost in their own preparations.
”This is still well;” continued Ludlow. ”Now he cannot avoid us--show the triangle.”
Three lights, disposed in the form just named were then hoisted at the gaff-end of the Coquette. It was an order for the boats in the Cove to proceed. The signal was quickly answered from the launch, and then a small rocket was seen sailing over the trees and shrubbery of the sh.o.r.e. All on board the Coquette listened intently, to catch some sound that should denote the tumult of an a.s.sault. Once Ludlow and Trysail thought the cheers of seamen came on the thick air of the night; and once, again, either fancy or their senses told them they heard the menacing hail which commanded the outlaws to submit. Many minutes of intense anxiety succeeded. The whole of the hammock-cloths on the side of the s.h.i.+p nearest to the land were lined with curious faces, though respect left Ludlow to the sole occupation of the short and light deck which covered the accommodations; whither he had ascended, to command a more perfect view of the horizon.
”'Tis time to hear their musketry, or to see the signal of success!” said the young man to himself, so intently occupied by his interest in the undertaking, as to be unconscious of having spoken.
”Have you forgotten to provide a signal for failure?” said one at his elbow.
”Ha! Master Seadrift;--I would have spared you this spectacle.”
”'Tis one too often witnessed, to be singular. A life pa.s.sed on the ocean has not left me ignorant of the effect of night, with a view seaward, a dark coast, and a back-ground of mountain!”
”You have confidence in him left in charge of your brigantine! I shall have faith in your sea-green lady, myself, if he escape my boats, this time.”
”See!--there is a token of her fortune;” returned the other, pointing towards three lanterns that were shown at the inlet's mouth, and over which many lights were burnt in rapid succession.
”'Tis of failure! Let the s.h.i.+p fall-of, and square away the yards! Round in, men, round in. We will run down to the entrance of the bay, Mr.
Trysail. The knaves have been aided by their lucky star!”
Ludlow spoke with deep vexation in his tones, but always with the authority of a superior and the prompt.i.tude of a seaman. The motionless being, near him, maintained a profound silence. No exclamation of triumph escaped him, nor did he open his lips either in pleasure or in surprise.
It appeared as if confidence in his vessel rendered him as much superior to exultation as to apprehension.
”You look upon this exploit of your brigantine, Master Seadrift, as a thing of course;” Ludlow observed, when his own s.h.i.+p was steering towards the extremity of the cape, again. ”Fortune has not deserted you, yet; but with the land on three sides, and this s.h.i.+p and her boats on the fourth, I do not despair yet of prevailing over your bronzed G.o.ddess!”
”Our mistress never sleeps;” returned the dealer in contraband, drawing a long breath, like one who had struggled long to repress his interest.
”Terms are still in your power. I shall not conceal that the Commissioners of Her Majesty's customs set so high a price on the possession of the Water-Witch, as to embolden me to a.s.sume a responsibility from which I might, on any other occasion, shrink. Deliver the vessel, and I pledge you the honor of an officer that the crew shall land without question.--Leave her to us, with empty decks and a swept hold, if you will,--but, leave the swift boat in our hands.”
”The lady of the brigantine thinks otherwise. She wears her mantle of the deep waters, and, trust me, spite of all your nets, she will lead her followers beyond the offices of the lead, and far from soundings;--ay!
spite of all the navy of Queen Anne!”
”I hope that others may not repent this obstinacy! But this is no time to bandy words; the duty of the s.h.i.+p requires my presence.”
Seadrift took the hint, and reluctantly retired to the cabin. As he left the p.o.o.p, the moon rose above the line of water in the eastern board, and shed its light along the whole horizon. The crew of the Coquette were now enabled to see, with sufficient distinctness, from the sands of the Hook to the distance of many leagues to seaward. There no longer remained a doubt that the brigantine was still within the bay. Encouraged by this certainty, Ludlow endeavored to forget all motives of personal feeling, in the discharge of a duty that was getting to be more and more interesting, as the prospect of its successful accomplishment grew brighter.
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