"Sit here, sir," he said. "I am glad you have come. And now, Mr.
Raxham----"
Anthony looked about him with some dismay at this extreme publicity. The room was full from end to end. They were chiefly soldiers who sat at the table--heavy-looking rustics from Hawkhurst, Cranbrook and Appledore, in brigantines and steel caps, who had been sent in by the magistrates to the nearest seaport to a.s.sist in the defence of the coast--a few of them wore corselets with almain rivets and carried swords, while the pike-heads of the others rose up here and there above the crowd. The rest of the room was filled with the townsmen of Rye--those who had been retained for the defence of the coast, as well as others who for any physical reason could not serve by sea or land. There was an air of extraordinary excitement in the room. The faces of the most stolid were transfigured, for they were gathered to hear of the struggle their own dear England was making; the sickening pause of those months of waiting had ended at last; the huge southern monster had risen up over the edge of the sea, and the panting little country had flown at his throat and grappled him; and now they were hearing the tale of how deep her fangs had sunk.
The crowd laughed and applauded and drew its breath sharply, as one man; and the silence now and then was startling as the young officer told his story; although he had few gifts of rhetoric, except a certain vivid vocabulary. He himself was a lad of eighteen or so, with a pleasant reckless face, now flushed with drink and excitement, and sparkling eyes; he was seated in a chair upon the further end of the table, so that all could hear his story; and he had a cup of huff-cup in his left hand as he talked, leaving his right hand free to emphasise his points and slap his leg in a clumsy sort of oratory. His tale was full of little similes, at which his audience nodded their heads now and then, approvingly. He had apparently already begun his story, for when Anthony had taken his seat and silence had been obtained, he went straight on without any further introduction.
The landlord leaned over to Anthony. "The _San Juan_," he whispered behind his hot hairy hand, and nodded at him with meaning eyes.
"And every time they fired over us," went on the lieutenant, "and we fired into them; and the only damage they did us was their muskets in the tops. They killed Tom Dane like that"--there was a swift hiss of breath from the room; but the officer went straight on--"shot him through the back as he bent over his gun; and wounded old Harry and a score more; but all the while, lads, we were a-pounding at them with the broadsides as we came round, and raking them with the demi-cannon in the p.o.o.p, until--well; go you and see the craft as she lies at the quay if you would know what we did. I tell you, as we came at her once towards the end, I saw that she was bleeding through her scuppers like a pig, from the middle deck. They were all packed up there together--sailors and soldiers and a priest or two; and scarce a ball could pa.s.s between the p.o.o.p and the forecastle without touching flesh."
The lad stopped a moment and took a pull at his cup, and a murmur of talk broke out in the room. Anthony was surprised at his accent and manner of speaking, and heard afterwards that he was the son of the parson at one of the inland villages, and had had an education. In a moment he went on.
"Well--it would be about noon, just before the Admiral came up from Calais, that the old _Seahorse_ was lost. We came at the dons again as we had done before, only closer than ever; and just as the captain gave the word to put her about, a ball from one of their guns which they had trained down on us, cut old d.i.c.k Kemp in half at the helm, and broke the tiller to splinters."
"Old d.i.c.k?" said a man"s voice out of the reeking crowd, "Old d.i.c.k?"
There was a murmur round him, bidding him hold his tongue; and the lad went on.
"Well, we drifted nearer and nearer. There was nought to do but to bang at them; and that we did, by G.o.d--and to board her if we touched. Well, I worked my saker, and saw little else--for the smoke was like a black sea-fog; and the noise fit to crack your ears. Mine sing yet with it; the captain was bawling from the p.o.o.p, and there were a dozen pikemen ready below; and then on a sudden came the crash; and I looked up and there was the Spaniards" decks above us, and the p.o.o.p like a tower, with a grinning don or two looking down; and there was I looking up the muzzle of a culverin. I skipped towards the p.o.o.p, shouting to the men; and the dons fired their broadside as I went.--G.o.d save us from that din! But I knew the old _Seahorse_ was done this time--the old ship lurched and shook as the b.a.l.l.s tore through her and broke her back; and there was such a yell as you"ll never hear this side of h.e.l.l. Well--I was on the p.o.o.p by now, and the men after me; for you see the p.o.o.p of the _Seahorse_ was as high as the middle deck of the Spaniard, and we must board from there or not at all. Well, lads, there was the captain before me. He had fought cool till then, as cool as a parson among his roses, with never an oath from his mouth--but now he was as scarlet as a poppy, and his eyes were like blue fire, and his mouth jabbered and foamed; he was so hot, you see, at the loss of his ship. He was dancing to and fro waiting while the p.o.o.p swung round on the tide; and the old craft plunged deeper in every wave that lifted her, but he cared no more for that nor for the musket-b.a.l.l.s from the tops, nor for the brown grinning devils who shook their pikes at him from the decks, than--than a mad dog cares for a shower of leaves; but he stamped there and cursed them and d.a.m.ned them as they laughed at him; and then in a moment the p.o.o.p touched.
"Well, lads--" and the lieutenant set his cup down on the table, clapped his hands on his knees, laughed shortly and nervously once or twice, and looked round. "Well, lads, I have never seen the like. The captain went for them like a wild cat; one step on the rail and the next among them; and was gone like a stone into water"--and the lad clapped his hand on his thigh. "I saw one face slit up from chin to eye; and another split across like an apple; and then we were after him. The men were mad, too--what was left of us; and we poured up on to the decks and left the old _Seahorse_ to die. Well, we had our work before us--but it was no good. The dons could do nothing; I was after the captain as he went through the pack and came out just behind him; there were half a dozen of them down now; and the noise and the foreign oaths went up like smoke; and the captain himself was bleeding down one side of his face and grunting as he cut and stabbed; and I had had a knife through the arm; but he went up on to the p.o.o.p; and as I followed, the Spaniards broke and threw down their arms--they saw "twas no use, you see. When we reached the p.o.o.p-stairs an officer in a blue coat came forward jabbering some jargon; but the captain would have no parley with him, but flung his dag clean into the man"s face, and over he went backwards--with his d.a.m.ned high heels in the air."
There was a sudden murmur of laughter from the room; Anthony glanced off the lieutenant"s grinning ruddy face for a moment, and saw the rows of listening faces all wrinkled with mirth.
"Well," went on the lad, "up went the captain, and I after him. Then there came across the deck, very slow and stately, the Spanish captain himself, in a fine laced coat and a plumed hat, and he was holding out his sword by the blade and bowed as we ran towards him, and began some d.a.m.ned foreign nonsense, with his _Senor_--but the captain would have none o" that, I tell you he was like Tom o" Bedlam now--so as the Senor grinned at him with his monkey face and bowed and wagged, the captain fetched him a slash across the cheek with his sword that cut up into his head; and that don went spinning across the p.o.o.p like a morris-man and brought up against the rail, and then down he came," and the lad dashed his hand on his thigh again--"as dead as mutton."
Again came a louder gust of laughter from the room. Anthony half rose in his chair, and then sat down again.
"Well," said the lad, "and that was not all. Down he raged again to the decks and I behind him--I tell you, it was like a butcher"s shop--but it was quieter now--the fighting was over--and the Spaniards were all run below, except half-a-dozen in the tops; looking down like young rooks at an archer. There had been a popish priest too with his crucifix in one hand and his G.o.d-almighty in the other, over a dying man as we came up; but as we came down there he lay in his black gown with a hole through his heart and his crucifix gone. One of the lads had got it no doubt.
Well, the captain brought up at the main mast. "G.o.d"s blood," he bawled, "where are the brown devils got to?" Some one told him, and pointed down the hatch. Well, then I turned sick with my wound and the smell of the place and all; and I knew nothing more till I found myself sitting on a dead don, with the captain holding me up and pouring a cordial down my throat."
Then talk and laughter broke out in the audience; but the landlord held up his hand for silence.
"And what of the others?" he shouted.
"Dead meat too," said the lad--"the captain went down with a dozen or more and hunted them out and finished them. There was one, d.i.c.k told me afterwards," and the lieutenant gave a cackle of mirth, "that they hunted twice round the ship before he jumped over yelling to some popish saint to help him; but it seems he was deaf, like the old Baal that parson tells of o" Sundays. The dirty swine to run like that! Well, he"s got his bellyful now of the salt water that he came so far to see. And then the captain with his own hands trained a robinet that was on the p.o.o.p on to the tops; and down the birds came, one by one; for their powder up there was all shot off."
"And the _Seahorse_?" said the landlord again.
There fell a dead silence: all in the room knew that the ship was lost, but it was terrible to hear it again. The lad"s face broke into lines of grief, and he spoke huskily.
"Gone down with the dead and wounded; and the rest of the fleet a mile away."
Then the lieutenant went on to describe how he himself had been deputed to bring the _San Juan_ into port with the wounded on board, while the captain and the rest of the crew by Drake"s orders attached themselves to various vessels that were short-handed, and how the English fleet had followed what was left of the Spaniards when the fight ended at sunset, up towards the North Sea.
When he finished his story there was a tremendous outburst of cheering and hammering upon the table, and the feet and the pike-b.u.t.ts thundered on the floor, and a name was cried again and again as the cups were emptied.
"G.o.d save her Grace and old England!" yelled a slim smooth-faced archer from Appledore.
"G.o.d send the dons and all her foes to h.e.l.l!" roared a burly pikeman with his cup in the air. Then the room shook again as the toasts were drunk with applauding feet and hands.
Anthony turned to the landlord, who had just ceased thumping with his great red fists on the table.
"What was the captain"s name?" he asked, when a slight lull came.
"Maxwell," said the crimson-faced man. "Hubert Maxwell--one of Drake"s own men."
When Anthony came upstairs he heard his name called through the door, and went in to Isabel"s room to find her sitting up in bed in the gloom of the summer night; the party below had broken up, and all was quiet except for the far-off shouts and hoots of cheerful laughter from the dispersing groups down among the narrow streets.
"Well?" she said, as he came in and stood in the doorway.
"It is just the story of the prize," he said, "and it seems that Hubert had the taking of it."
There was silence a moment. Anthony could see her face, a motionless pale outline, and her arms clasped round her knees as she sat up in bed.
"Hubert?" she asked in an even voice.
"Yes, Hubert."
There was silence a moment.
"Well?" she said again.
"He is safe," said Anthony, "and fought gallantly. I will tell you more to-morrow."
"Ah!" said Isabel softly; and then lay down again.
"Good-night, Anthony."
"Good-night."
But Anthony dared not tell her the details next day, after all.
There was still a difficulty about the horses; they had not arrived until the Wednesday morning, and were greatly exhausted by a long and troublesome journey; so the travellers consented to postpone their journey for yet one more day. The weather, which had been thickening, grew heavier still in the afternoon, and great banks of clouds were rising out of the west. Anthony started out about four o"clock for a walk along the coast; and, making a long round in the direction of Lydd, did not finally return until about seven. As he came in at the north-east of the town he noticed how empty the streets were, and pa.s.sed on down in the direction of the quay. As he turned down the steep street into the harbour groups began to pour up past him, laughing and exclaiming; and in a moment more came Isabel walking alone. He looked at her anxiously, for he saw something had happened. Her quiet face was lit up with some interior emotion, and her mouth was trembling.
"The Armada is routed," she said; "and I have seen Hubert."
The two turned back together and walked silently up to the inn. There she told him the story. She had been told that Captain Maxwell was come in the _Elizabeth_, for provisions for Lord Howard Seymour"s squadron, to which his new command was attached; and that he was even now in harbour.
At that she had gone straight down alone.
"Oh, Anthony!" she cried, "you know how it is with me. I could not help it. I am not ashamed of it. G.o.d Almighty knows all, and is not wrath with me. So I went down and was in the crowd as he came down again with the mayor, Mr. Hamon; we all made way for them, and the men cheered themselves scarlet; but he came down cool and quiet; you know his way--with his eyes half shut; and--and--he was so brown; and he looks sad--and he had a great plaister on the left temple. And then he saw me."
Isabel sprang up, and came up to Anthony and took his hands. "Oh!
Anthony; I was very happy then; because he took off his cap and bowed; and his face was all lighted; and he took my hand and kissed it--and then made Mr. Hamon known to me. The crowd laughed and said things--but I did not care; and he soon silenced them, he looked round so fiercely; and then I went on board with him--he would have it so--and he showed us everything--and we sat a little in the cabin; and he told me of his wife and child. She is the daughter of a Plymouth minister; he knew her when he was with Drake; and he told me all about her, so you see----" Isabel broke off; and sat down in the high window seat. "And then he asked me about you; and I said you were here; and that we were going to stay a little while with Mr. Buxton of Stanfield--you see I knew we could trust him; and Mr. Hamon was in the pa.s.sage just then looking at the guns; and then a sailor came in to say that all was ready; and so we came away. But it was so good to see him again; and to know that he was so happy."