"Digby," said Julian, as they were walking out together, "we must do it to-night. It will be dark, but it is perfectly calm and dry. Are you ready to do it?"
Digby answered that he was.
"Then to-night the affair shall come off," exclaimed Julian. "I"ve got the rope we knotted all ready; I"ll get it out of my box, and stow it away under my bed. I wish the time was come; it will be glorious fun."
How very demurely the two young gentlemen sat up that evening in the drawing-room, and pretended to be busily reading, though their thoughts were certainly not on their books; indeed, had Mr Nugent asked them what they were reading about, they would have been puzzled to give a satisfactory reply.
At last bed-time came, and the whole family retired to their rooms.
Mr Nugent made a practice of getting up early and never sat up late, except in a case of necessity, when he had some work of importance to finish. The boys, therefore, calculated that he would be asleep soon after eleven. The house was a large one, the elder boys had, therefore, rooms to themselves; but Julian and Digby slept in the same room on the first floor, and their window looked into the garden. All these circ.u.mstances were favourable to their design. Finding that there was a bolt on the door, they secured it. They did not undress, but, having put out their light, sat upon the foot of their beds whispering to each other till they thought everybody would be asleep. They then relighted their candle, and Julian, wetting some of their gunpowder, made a compound well known by the name of a Vesuvius; this he did up in a piece of paper. They then poured most of their powder into a pocket-handkerchief. It was a mercy that they did not blow themselves and indeed the house up. They stuffed their pockets full of paper, the rest of the powder, and some old handkerchiefs. Julian had not forgotten to provide a thick stick to serve as a rammer. The next thing they did was to fasten one end of their knotted rope to a bar across their window.
"Now all"s ready. Come along, Digby," exclaimed Julian.
Digby descended first at the request of his companion, who wanted to ascertain whether the rope was properly secured before he trusted himself on it; finding it was safe, he followed. They looked about them as if they had been young thieves, to ascertain that they were not watched, and then crossing the lawn, they scrambled over a high wall, and ran on as hard as they could go towards the old fort.
It was close upon midnight when they reached the walls. They clambered in, and having selected a gun which pointed down directly on the harbour, they commenced the operation of loading.
"We must put in the handkerchief and all," whispered Julian.
This was done, taking care to allow the powder to escape sufficiently at the upper side to communicate with the touch-hole. Then they rammed in a quant.i.ty of paper.
"Now let"s have some shot," said Julian, "saw yesterday a pile of large gravel-stones, they will do famously."
Some gravel-stones, or rather some large lumps of flint were found and rammed in, and the remainder of their paper was rammed in after them.
Never before, probably, had the old gun been so fully charged. The nervous time was approaching. They filled the touch-hole with gunpowder, and on the top of it Julian placed his Vesuvius.
"We"ve got powder enough for another gun," said he, feeling in his pockets; "haven"t you more?"
"Yes," answered Digby, "I"ve got enough to load a gun almost."
So they poured nearly all that they had remaining into Julian"s silk pocket-handkerchief, and rammed it into another gun. They filled it up with stones, and then rammed in what little paper they could collect, and as that was not enough, Julian insisted on Digby"s sacrificing his pocket-handkerchief also. Digby did so without a murmur, though I do not know what Mrs Barker or Mrs Carter would have said to the proceeding. He filled up the touch-hole of that gun also, and placed a Vesuvius over it.
"Now"s the time," whispered Julian.
The church-clock began to toll forth slowly the hour of midnight. He lighted a lucifer match, and in another moment had ignited the Vesuvius of the gun they first loaded, while Digby taking a match lighted the other. The damp gunpowder fizzed, and spluttered, and flamed up, occasionally throwing a lurid glare over the interior of the fort, as well as on their countenances. Julian"s face looked very pale and ghastly, for he already began to tremble for the consequences of what he had done. Little did he suspect what those consequences were to prove.
"We shall be seen if we stand here," he exclaimed, "let"s get away, Digby, as soon as we can."
Digby thought the advice too good not to follow it, so they both scampered off to one of the embrasures, and having just got within it were about to jump down into the ditch, when a loud roar was heard, the whole fort shook, a bright light burst forth, followed by a crashing and clashing noise, as if heavy bits of metal were falling on the ground.
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Julian, in an agony of terror, "what shall we do?"
"The cannon has burst," said Digby, calmly; "there"s another to come, though."
It did not occur to either of them that they had just been mercifully preserved from a most terrific danger. Digby looked out; the Vesuvius on the other gun being somewhat wetter than the first was still fizzing away.
"Oh, come along," cried Julian, recovering somewhat from his fright; "we must get home as fast as we can, or we shall be discovered to a certainty. The coastguard men will be up here directly to see what is the matter. Oh come along! come along!"
Even then they thought that they heard footsteps approaching the fort.
They sprang out of the embrasure, and slid down the bank into the ditch.
Just as they were sliding down, off went the gun with as loud a noise as the first, while the effects were no less disastrous; a lump of iron flew directly through the embrasure where they had been sitting, and just clearing their heads, fell at some distance beyond the ditch.
Digby remembered the circ.u.mstance many years afterwards, but it made but a slight impression at the time.
"We had a narrow escape," said Julian, as they reached the bottom of the ditch; "it is lucky we were out of that hole, or we should have been made to squeak out I suspect."
They quickly clambered out of the ditch, and looking about to ascertain that no one was observing them, ran on as fast as they could move. They had already marked out the path they were to take, so they lost no time in having to stop and consider which way they were to go.
On they ran. Digby found no difficulty in keeping up the speed, but Julian had never ran so fast in his life. They had to scramble through several hedges and across several stubble fields. Julian"s foot caught in a trailing weed, and down he came on his nose. He cried out with pain, but Digby helped him up again.
"You can"t be much hurt, I hope," said Digby; "let me help you along; we must make haste, you know, or we shall be caught."
"But I am very much hurt; my nose feels as if it was smashed in,"
answered Julian, sulkily. "You don"t care for that though, I suppose.
However, help me along; we must make haste I know."
With Digby"s aid he was once more in motion. Their great fear was that they might be met by some one on his way to the fort to learn what had occurred. They had nearly reached Mr Nugent"s garden-wall, when they thought they saw some one coming along. A deep ditch was near; Julian jumped into it, dragging Digby after him. They were only just in time to escape a person whose footsteps they heard pa.s.sing by. Then up they jumped again, and ran on till they reached the wall for which they were aiming. They scrambled over it, and breathed more freely when they found themselves concealed in the shrubbery. Great caution was required, however, to get back into their room.
"Suppose," whispered Digby, "some one should have come to our room, and tried to awaken us, or found the rope hanging out of the window?"
"Oh, don"t let us think of such things," answered Julian, who had the greatest dread of being found out in any of his tricks, though he had not the slightest objection to doing what was wrong.
There are, unfortunately, a great number of people in the world like Julian Langley. They do not comprehend the awful fact that the Almighty G.o.d sees and knows all they do and think, even to their most trivial acts and thoughts, and that at the great Day of Judgment they will have to answer for all the evil they have committed, all the evil thoughts in which they have willingly indulged. Not understanding, or forgetting this great truth, their only dread is lest their sins should be discovered by their fellow-men, or should in any way disturb the equanimity of their own consciences. No greater offence, therefore, can be committed against them than to speak to them of their vices, or to try to prove to them that they have done wrong. Ostriches, when chased, are said to run their heads into a bush, and to fancy that because they cannot see they are free from pursuit; so men try to shut out their sins and faults from their own sight, and, as foolishly as the ostrich, to fancy that they are not perceived by others, or, still more foolishly and madly, that a due and just punishment, which an all-righteous G.o.d has said he will inflict on evildoers, will not ultimately overtake them. Unhappy Julian, I would rather not have had to narrate his career.
"Come on, Julian," said Digby, at last. "I hear no one about; we must make a push for our window and get in. If we are caught, patience! The thing is done, and can"t be undone."
Digby was, in reality, by far the most daring of the two, in cases of real danger. Off he set across the lawn, Julian following. They reached the window. The rope was there. Up he climbed.
Julian fancied that he heard some one speak, and then that footsteps were coming along the gravel walk. He was in an agony of terror. He could scarcely climb up the rope, and was almost letting go, but Digby caught his arm, and helped to drag him in. They hauled up the rope, and Julian stowed it away again in his box. They then shut their window and unlocked their door.
When they came to undress, they found that their clothes were very muddy, and that they had got their shoes very wet and dirty in the ditch into which they had jumped. Even Julian"s fertile brain was puzzled as to how they should account for this, should they be questioned on the subject. He lay cold and trembling, and very uncomfortable. He was paying somewhat dear for his lark; people generally do for such like proceedings.
There is an old French proverb, "The game is not worth the candle,"
meaning, which is burnt while it is played. In a true and Christian point of view, sin, however delicious, however attractive it may appear, never is worth a hundredth part of the consequences it is sure to entail.
Digby was not much less unhappy than Julian. Still, as he was prepared, with st.u.r.dy independence, to undergo whatever consequences his prank might bring upon him--for a prank only it was, though an unwise one--he did not trouble himself much more about the matter, but coiled himself up in his bed to try and get warm, and prepared to go to sleep. He was just dozing off, when he heard the voices of his uncle, and Marshall, and Power, pa.s.sing the door.
"Some people can sleep through a thunder-storm, or a battle at sea; and so, I suppose, those youngsters were not awoke by all that tremendous noise," observed Marshall.
"More likely that they were awoke, and that fellow Julian Langley is lying quaking in his bed, and wondering what all the noise was about,"
answered Power.
"Do not call them now, at all events," said Mr Nugent. "We will ask them to-morrow what they thought about the matter. What could have exploded those old guns?"
Julian and Digby would have been fully satisfied had they witnessed the commotion the explosion of the guns created in the quiet old town. Half the male population, and even some of the women, turned out of their beds and ran to the fort. Some thought the Russians or the French, or some other enemies of England, had come, and were firing away at the fort--a very useless proceeding it would have been, considering that the poor old fort could not fire at them. Others, not aware of this latter fact, thought that a body of artillery had suddenly been transported there, and that they were defending the place in the most desperate manner. The braver men who thought this ran to a.s.sist them; and others, and some of the women, ran out of the town to be further from danger.
However, a very large number of people collected in the fort, everybody asking questions, and n.o.body being able to give a satisfactory reply.
Some a.s.serted that a dozen guns had been fired off; others even a greater number. One thing only was evident, when lanterns were brought to make an examination--that two of the old guns had burst, and had scattered their fragments far and wide around.