"Well, you allowed the colonel to deceive himself."
"It"s all the result of my really martial aspect, my dear boy."
And Mole hobbled on, trying to sustain his military appearance.
Our friends did not at once leave Ma.r.s.eilles.
They were informed that perhaps they might be required to give evidence against Murray, so they took up their residence in the best hotel of the place and waited, the elders of the party being perfectly content now that the youngsters had regained their liberty.
However, as events turned out, they were not called upon to attend the trial of the shipowner"s son, as Monsieur Hocquart Clermont Delamarre and his a.s.sistants managed to pile up quite sufficient proof to convince the judge of Herbert Murray"s guilt.
He, Lenoir, and Chivey, who certainly was not so deeply involved as his master, were sentenced to serve ten years each in the galleys.
Lenoir"s original sentence was fifteen years, but the promised intercession of the consul was effectual in shortening it to ten.
There was, however, another trial, at which young Jack and Harry Girdwood were requested to attend, and the prisoner in this case was the gaoler to whom they had entrusted their letters to the consul.
He being clearly convicted of receiving bribes from prisoners, was sentenced to two years" imprisonment, and so retires from the scene.
Young Jack, his parents, Harry Girdwood, Harvey, little Emily, and Paquita were taking a walk in the neighborhood of the harbour one morning, when they became aware of a very dismal-looking procession coming down the road from the prison.
First of all came half a dozen soldiers, trailing their rifles, which were evidently loaded and ready for instant use.
Then, in single file, about a yard behind each other, and every man with his right leg attached by a ring to a long chain that extended the entire length of the party, came ten men clad in garments of very coa.r.s.e serge, and with closely-cropped heads.
The instant he saw them in the distance, young Jack guessed what it meant, and pointed the gang out to the others.
"Let us get away if we can," said he.
"Why?" asked Harvey.
"Because it will look as though we came here simply to gloat over their disgrace," replied Jack.
"Right, my boy."
But there was no way of avoiding them, as there was no turning out of the street, and all the house doors were closed, so they were compelled to see all.
First of all came seven of the lowest-looking ruffians in creation, villains whose countenances were expressive of nothing but brutality and vice; the eighth was Chivey, whose cheeks bore traces of tears, and the ninth was Pierre Lenoir, who walked erect and proud as Lucifer, except when he made a half turn about as though he would like to strangle Herbert Murray, who walked with tottering steps at the end of the chain.
"Poor fellows!" said Mrs. Harkaway.
"They deserve it," exclaimed her husband and Harvey, simultaneously.
"They tried to get our boys the very punishment that has overtaken them."
Our friends, however, had seen enough, and did not care to witness what followed.
If they had gone inside the harbour gates, they might have seen three or four very long sharp-bowed vessels moored to the quay or lying at anchor a little way out.
Neither mast nor sail had these vessels, but from each side projected a dozen or more of gigantic oars larger than those used by Thames bargemen.
Had they gone down to the harbour they would presently have seen chained up, two of them to each oar, but with their feet so far at liberty that they could move backwards and forwards three paces.
Then they would have heard the word of command given, and would have seen the poor slaves tugging away at the oars till the huge craft was sweeping rapidly out to sea, while the galley-master walking up and down between the two rows of oarsmen, gave blows of his whip on the right hand or the left when he saw a man flagging, or an oar that did not swing in unison with the rest.
Such was the fate to which the career of crime had brought the son of the once respected shipowner Murray.
Slavery from morn till night, beneath a broiling sun, or exposed to cold, rain, and hail, the coa.r.s.est of black bread and lentil pottage, formed his scanty meal; his a.s.sociates the lowest type of humanity.
And even over and above such a hard lot there fell upon his heart the craven fear some day that Lenoir, who was chained to the next oar, would break loose and kill him.
Many would have preferred death to such slavery, but Herbert Murray feared to die.
"Hollo, Englishman, faster!" the galley-master would shout. And then his whip or cane would sharply visit poor Murray"s shoulders.
And the chuckling voice of Lenoir would be heard, exclaiming--
"Ah, traitor! this is nothing to what you will suffer when I have my chance for revenge."
CHAPTER CVI.
TERRIBLE RAILWAY ACCIDENT.
Three days after Murray and Chivey embarked on their dreary voyage the Harkaway party quitted Ma.r.s.eilles.
The waiter and the diver, so long young Jack"s companions in adventure, preferred remaining at Ma.r.s.eilles.
They had no home ties, and had so long been accustomed to a wandering Continental life, that they had no great desire to settle down quietly in England.
However, Harkaway senior made them a handsome present each, and he also presented Monsieur Hocquart Clermont Delamarre with a very substantial proof of his esteem and grat.i.tude, and the detective was further gratified by receiving from the two young ladies, Paquita and Emily, a handsomely-mounted _carte de visite_ portrait.
"And now for home!" exclaimed our young hero.
"You will be sorry when you get there, won"t you?" said Emily.
"No, dear; why should I be?"
"Because in England you can"t go on as you have been doing, running away with fair Circa.s.s----"
There was n.o.body looking, so Jack took the liberty of cutting the reproach short with a kiss.
"You must not say any thing more about that, dear Emily; and, after all, I don"t think you would have approved of my leaving her to the mercy of those Turks."