Bullies are ever cowards at heart, and the rest of the band, finding the tables thus turned upon them, had taken to their heels and disappeared into the night.
"Let me go, hound!" yelled Vetch, and at the answer I started with a thrill of pleasure.
"Let ye go! Not for all the aldermen in the country. "Twas your tricks drove me out of Shrewsbury, and seemingly ye"re at "em still. You ha"nt learnt your lesson, Master Vetch; more fool you."
It was Joe Punchard"s voice. If I had doubted it I should have been a.s.sured by a word that fell from his companion.
"Haul him to the watch house, Joe. I"ll bring this fellow!"
"And the bag, Captain?" says Joe.
"Give it to this long fellow," says the other, with a hard look at me.
And I found a large bag thrust into my arms, which Joe had been carrying and had dropped on the road at the encounter.
By this time a crowd had a.s.sembled, the good folk who had been craning their necks at the windows having swarmed out, now that the danger was past. And as we thronged up the street a score of voices poured into the ears of the man Joe had called "captain" the full tale of the Mohocks" doings.
I walked among them, shouldering the bag. I perceived that Joe had not recognized me, which was not to be wondered at, seeing that when he last saw me I was a pale slip of a boy, whereas now I was a tall brawny youth with cheeks the color of a ripe russet. And Joe himself was not quite the "prentice lad I had known. His legs indeed were no less bowed than of yore; nor was his hair less red; but the round face appeared rounder than ever by reason of a thick fringe of whiskers. His body had filled out, and he moved with a rolling gait that caused him to usurp more than one man"s share of the narrow street.
When we had laid the two ruffians safely in ward, the captain said to Joe:
"Now we"ll go visit Nelly, and "gad, my limbs yearn for bed, Joe.
This fellow can still carry the bag; "tis worth a groat."
I grinned, and stepping alongside of Joe, whose head did not reach much above my elbow, I looked down on him, and said:
"Don"t you know me, Joe?"
His start of surprise set me a-smiling. His round face, somewhat more weatherbeaten than when I saw it last, expressed amazement, incredulity, and half a dozen more emotions in turn.
"Bless my soul!" he cried. "Sure "tis little Humphrey Bold, growed mountain high. Give me the bag, sir; G.o.d forbid you should bear a load for Joe Punchard."
"No, no," I replied. "I"ll earn my groat, now I"ve begun. And right glad I am to see you, Joe; I had thought never to look on your face again."
"And would not, but for my dear captain," says he.
"Captain, "tis Master Bold, the boy I told ye of. "Twas him I saved from the hands of Cyrus Vetch the last day I was at home, and sure "tis a wonderful thing that the very night of homecoming we save him again. Vetch needs another turn in the barrel, methinks. I wonder if my old master has one that will hold his long carca.s.s.
"But look "ee, Master Humphrey, this be Captain Benbow, Mistress Nelly"s brother, and my dear master. Oh, I"ve a deal to tell "ee of, and a deal to hear, I warrant me. Is my old mother yet alive, sir?"
"Yes, and hale and hearty, Joe, though she has well-nigh given up hope of the silks and satins you promised her."
"Bless her heart, she shall have "em now. We have rid from Bristowe, sir, the captain and me, and we stayed but to put up our horses at the Bull and Gate, where I left my bag filled with good store of things for the old woman. Won"t she open her eyes! Won"t she thank Heaven for bandy-legged Joe!"
We had now reached the door of Mistress Hind"s house, and as I set down the bag a great oath burst from Captain Benbow"s lips.
"Split me!" says he, eying the splintered panel and the gap where the knocker had been. "Had I those villains on deck they should have a supper of rope"s end, I warrant you."
His voice was rough, and his tongue had a keen Shropshire tang, which indeed it never lost, giving thereby evidence to confute those who afterwards claimed for him kinship with a n.o.ble family.
In truth Benbow was the son of an honest tanner of our town, and took no shame of his origin: his greatness was above such pettiness of spirit. He had run away to sea at an early age, and for some years lived a hard life before the mast. But his native merits in time triumphed over adverse fortune, and before he was thirty he became master and in a good measure owner of a frigate which he called The Benbow.
It is said, I know not with what truth, that his fortunes date from an adventure that befell him in the year 1686. In the Benbow frigate he was attacked by a sallee rover, who boarded him, but was beaten off with the loss of thirteen men. Benbow (I tell the tale as I heard it) cut off their heads and threw them into pickle. When he landed at Cadiz, he brought them on sh.o.r.e in a sack, and on being challenged by the custom house officers as importing contraband goods, he threw them on the table with, "Gentlemen, if you like "em, they are at your service."
This saying so tickled the humor of the king of Spain that he recommended Benbow to our King James, and thus led to his promotion in our Royal Navy. The captain was now somewhat above forty years old, straight but slight in build, not ill looking, save that his nose was a trifle over big--a defect not uncommon, I have remarked, among great commanders.
Well, as I said, we had arrived at Mistress Hind"s door, and the captain was in a great rage at the havoc wrought by Vetch and his crew. He rapped on the door with the hilt of his sword, and out pops Mistress Nelly"s head from the window above ("twas in a night-cap), and she screams:
"Out upon you, you vagabones! You"ve done mischief enough for one night, drat you, and if ye be not gone inside of half a minute I"ll empty the slops on ye, that I will."
Benbow laughed.
"The family spirit!" he says under his breath to Joe. "Speak to her; don"t tell her I"m here."
"Oh, Mistress Hind," says Joe in a mournful voice, "here"s a welcome to a poor worn-out old mariner as you used to befriend."
"Who in the world are ye?" she asks.
"Who but Joe Punchard, ma"am, that went away for rolling a barrel, and has been a-rolling ever since."
"Ay, now I know your voice. Back like a bad penny, are ye? Come and see me tomorrow; I"m abed now."
"But I"ve brought a friend with me--another poor old mariner"--with a wink at Benbow--"who wants a night"s lodging."
"Can he pay?" asks Mistress Hind.
"To be sure: his pockets are full of pieces of eight and other sound coin."
"Then I"ll come down to you; but ye must bide a minute or two till I throw a few things on, for I"d die rather than show myself to a mariner in my night rail."
Benbow laughed again.
""Tis twenty years or more since I saw Nell," he said, "but I"d know her tongue in any company."
And now the remembrance of my father"s illness, which the subsequent excitements had driven from my mind, returned with a sudden force that made me take a hasty leave of the two travelers, though both asked me to wait and drink a dish of coffee with them.
So I did not see the meeting of brother and sister, but learned from Joe next day the manner of it.
Mistress Hind did not recognize the captain, never having seen him from a boy, until, sitting at table with a dish of coffee before him, and she standing over him, bidding him haste that she might return to bed--sitting thus, I say, he took up the dish and began to blow into it to cool it, as children do.
"Why," says Mistress Hind, "tha blows it round and round to make little waves, just like my brother John."
"Nelly!" says the captain, setting the dish down.
"And there they were," said Joe in telling me the story, "in each other"s arms, and when she"d done drying her eyes she says,
""John, and I needn"t ha" minded about the night rail!""
It was nigh eleven o"clock when I got home--a very late hour in our parts, and Mistress Pennyquick was in a great to-do, imagining all kinds of evil that might have befallen me. Mr. Pinhorn had remained with my father a long time, she said; he was now asleep and was not to be disturbed. I was myself fairly tired out, and fell asleep the instant my head touched the pillow.