"None," exclaimed the captain; "it flashed a few minutes ago in my hand. The thing seems alive. Softly, now. The pa.s.sengers mustn"t hear of this: there must be no panic. Take the boatswain and carpenter along with you, Mr. Morritt, into the lazarette. But mind your fire."
And he then told them where the barrel was stowed as I had described it.
The three men left the p.o.o.p. The captain now examined me afresh. He showed no temper whatever at my having hidden myself on board his ship.
All his questions concerned the appearance of the man who had adjusted the machine, how he had gone to work, what he had said when he talked to himself--but this question I could not answer. When he had ended his inquiries he sent for the chief steward, to whom he related what had happened, and then asked him if there was such a person in the ship as I had described. The man answered there was.
"What"s his name?"
"He"s booked as John Howland, sir. He"s a steerage pa.s.senger. His cabin"s No. 2 on the starboard side. His meals are taken to him in his cabin, and I don"t think he"s ever been out of it since he came aboard."
"Go and see if he"s in his cabin," said the captain.
As the steward left the p.o.o.p the chief mate, the boatswain, and carpenter returned.
"It"s as the young man states, sir," said Mr. Morritt. "There"s a barrel of gunpowder stowed where he says it is with a hole in the head ready to receive the end of a fuse."
"Presently clear it out, and get it stowed away in the magazine," said the captain, calmly. "This has been a narrow escape. Carpenter, go forward and bring a set of irons along. Is there only one barrel of gunpowder below, d"ye say, Mr. Morritt?"
"No more, sir."
"How could such a thing find its way into the lazarette?" said the captain, addressing the second mate.
"G.o.d alone knows!" burst out the other. "It"ll have come aboard masked in some way, and it deceived me. Unless there"s the hand of a lumper in the job--does he know no more about it than what he says?" he cried, rounding upon me.
At this moment the steward came rushing from the companion way, and said to the captain, in a trembling voice, "The man lies dead in his bunk, sir, with his throat horribly cut."
"Come you along with us," said the captain, addressing me, and the whole of us, saving the carpenter and second mate, went below.
We walked along the corridor obedient to the captain"s whispered injunction to tread lightly, and make no noise. The midnight lantern faintly illuminated the length of the long after pa.s.sage. The steward conducted us to a cabin that was almost right aft, and threw open the door. A bracket lamp filled the interior with light. There were two bunks under the porthole, and in the lower bunk lay the figure of the man I had beheld in the lazarette. His throat was terribly gashed, and his right hand still grasped the razor with which the wound had been inflicted.
"Is that the man?" said the captain.
"That"s the man," I answered, trembling from head to foot, and sick and faint with the horror of the sight.
"Steward, fetch the doctor," said the captain, "and tell the carpenter we shan"t want any irons here."
The narrative of my tragic experience may be completed by the transcription of two newspaper accounts, which I preserve pasted in a commonplace book. The first is from the Sydney Morning Herald. After telling about the arrival of the Huntress, and the disembarkation of his Excellency and suite, the writer proceeds thus:--
"When the ship was five days out from the Thames an extraordinary incident occurred. A young man named William Peploe, a stowaway, whilst hidden in the lazarette of the vessel, saw a man enter the place in which he was hiding and attach a slow match and an infernal machine to a barrel of gunpowder stored amidships of the lazarette, and, from what we can gather, on top of the cargo! When the man left the hold young Peploe heroically withdrew the match from the powder and carried the machine on deck. The youth described the man, who proved to be a second-cla.s.s pa.s.senger, who had embarked under the name of John Howland. When the villain"s cabin was entered he was found lying in his bunk dead, with a severe wound in his throat inflicted by his own hand. No reason is a.s.signed for this dastardly attempt to destroy a valuable ship and cargo and a company of souls numbering two hundred and ten, though there seems little reason to doubt that the man was mad. It is certain that but for the fortunate circ.u.mstance of young Peploe lying hidden in the lazarette the ship"s stern or side would have been blown out, and she must have gone down like a stone, carrying all hands with her. On the pa.s.sengers in due course being apprised of their narrow escape, a purse of a hundred guineas was subscribed and presented by his Excellency to young Peploe. The captain granted him a free pa.s.sage and provided him with a comfortable outfit from the ship"s slop-chest. It is also understood that some situation under the Government has been promised to Mr. William Peploe in consideration of the extraordinary service rendered on this memorable occasion."
My next quotation is from the pages of the Nautical Magazine, dated two years subsequent to the publication of the above in the Australian paper:--
"A bottle was picked up in March last upon the beach of Terceira, one of the Azores, containing a paper bearing a narrative which, unless it be a hoax, seems to throw some light on the mysterious affair of the Huntress, for the particulars of which we refer our readers to our volume of last year. The paper, as transmitted by the British Consul, is as follows:--
"Ship _Huntress_. At sea, such and such a data, 1853.
"I, who am known on board this vessel as John Howland, am the writer of this doc.u.ment. Twenty years ago I was unjustly sentenced to a term of transportation across seas, and my treatment at Norfolk Island was such that I vowed by the G.o.d who made me to be revenged on the man who, acting on the representation of his creatures, had caused me to be sent from Hobart Town to that h.e.l.lish penal settlement. That man, with his wife and children, attended by a suite, is a pa.s.senger in this ship, and I have concerted my plan to dispatch him and those who may be dear to him to that Devil to whom the wretch consigned my soul when he ordered me to be sent as a further punishment to Norfolk Island. The destruction of this ship is ensured. Nothing can avert it. A barrel of gunpowder was stowed by well-bribed hands in the East India Docks in the lazarette, to which part of the hold access is easy by means of a small trap door. I am writing this three-quarters of an hour before I proceed to the execution of my scheme, and the realization of my dream of vengeance. When I have completed this doc.u.ment I will place it in a bottle, which I shall carefully cork and seal and cast into the sea through my cabin porthole. I am sorry for the many who must suffer because of the sins of one; but that one must perish, and immediately, in which hope, craving that, when this paper is found it may be transmitted to the authorities at home, so that the fate of my bitter enemy may be known, I subscribe myself,
"ISRAEL THOMAS WILKINSON, "Ex-Convict and Ticket-of-Leave Man."
THE GREAT TRIANGULAR DUEL
By CAPTAIN FREDERICK MARRYAT
Jack walked up to the boatswain, and, taking off his hat, with the utmost politeness, said to him:
"If I mistake not, Mr. Biggs, your conversation refers to me."
"Very likely it does," replied the boatswain. "Listeners hear no good of themselves."
"It happears that gentlemen can"t converse without being vatched,"
continued Mr. Easthupp, pulling up his shirt-collar.
"It is not the first time you have thought proper to make very offensive remarks, Mr. Biggs; and as you appear to consider yourself ill-treated in the affair of the trousers, for I tell you at once that it was I who brought them on board, I can only say," continued our hero, with a very polite bow, "that I shall be most happy to give you satisfaction."
"I am your superior officer, Mr. Easy," replied the boatswain.
"Yes, by the rules of the service; but you just now a.s.serted that you would waive your rank: indeed, I dispute it on this occasion; I am on the quarter-deck, and you are not."
"This is the gentleman whom you have insulted, Mr. Easy," replied the boatswain, pointing to the purser"s Steward.
"Yes, Mr. Heasy, quite as good a gentleman as yourself, although I "ave "ad misfortunes. I ham of as hold a family as hany in the country,"
replied Mr. Easthupp, now backed by the boatswain. "Many the year did I valk Bond Street, and I "ave as good blood in my weins as you, Mr.
Heasy, although I "ave been misfortunate. I"ve had hadmirals in my family."
"You have grossly insulted this gentleman," said Mr. Biggs, in continuation; "and, notwithstanding all your talk of equality, you are afraid to give him satisfaction; you shelter yourself under your quarter-deck."
"Mr. Biggs," replied our hero, who was now very wroth, "I shall go on sh.o.r.e directly we arrive at Malta. Let you, and this fellow, put on plain clothes, and I will meet you both; and then I will show you whether I am afraid to give satisfaction."
"One at a time," said the boatswain.
"No, sir, not one at a time, but both at the same time, I will fight both or none. If you are my superior officer, you must descend,"
replied Jack, with an ironical sneer, "to meet me, or I will not descend to meet that fellow, whom I believe to have been little better than a pickpocket." ...
Mr. Biggs, having declared he would fight, of course had to look out for a second, and he fixed upon Mr. Tallboys, the gunner, and requested him to be his friend. Mr. Tallboys, who had been latterly very much annoyed by Jack"s victories over him in the science of navigation, and therefore felt ill-will toward him, consented; but he was very much puzzled how to arrange that three were to fight at the same time, for he had no idea of there being two duels; so he went to his cabin and commenced reading. Jack, on the other hand, daring not say a word to Jolliffe on the subject; indeed, there was no one in the ship to whom he could confide but Gascoigne; he therefore went to him, and, although Gascoigne thought it was excessively infra dig of Jack to meet even the boatswain; as the challenge had been given, there was no retracting, and he therefore consented, like all midshipmen, antic.i.p.ating fun, and quite thoughtless of the consequences....
Mr. Tallboys addressed Mr. Gascoigne, taking him apart while the boatswain amused himself with a gla.s.s of grog, and our hero sat outside, teasing a monkey.
"Mr. Gascoigne," said the gunner, "I have been very much puzzled how this duel should be fought, but I have at last found out. You see there are three parties to fight; had there been two or four there would have been no difficulty, as the right line or square might guide us in that instance; but we must arrange it upon the triangle in this."
Gascoigne stared; he could not imagine what was coming.
"Are you aware, Mr. Gascoigne, of the properties of an equilateral triangle?"