"How now, Pedro, back so early!"
"O signor!" exclaimed the man-"they have taken the cart and the wine, and have drawn it away, up to the mountains."
"Who?" inquired Don Rebiera.
"The galley-slaves who have been let loose-and by the body of our blessed saint, they have done pretty mischief-they have broken into the houses, robbed everything-murdered many-clothed themselves with the best-collected all the arms, provisions, and wine they could lay their hands on, and have marched away into the mountains. This took place last night. As I was coming down within a mile of the town, they met me with my loaded cart, and they turned the bullocks round and drove them away along with the rest. By the blessed Virgin! but they are stained with blood, but not altogether of men, for they have cut up some of the oxen. I heard this from one of the herdsmen, but he too fled, and could not tell me more. But, signor, I heard them mention your name."
"I have no doubt of it," replied Don Rebiera. "As for the wine, I only hope they will drink too much of it to-night. But, Pedro, they will be here, and we must defend ourselves-so call the men together; I must speak to them."
"We shall never see the bullocks again," observed Pedro, mournfully.
"No: but we shall never see one another again, if we do not take care. I have information they come here to-night."
"Holy Saint Francis! and they say there are a thousand of them." "Not quite so many, to my knowledge," observed Jack. "They told me that a great many were killed in their attack upon the town, before they mastered it."
"So much the better. Go now, Pedro, drink a cup of wine, and then call the other men."
The house was barricaded as well as circ.u.mstances would permit; the first story was also made a fortress by loading the landing place with armoires and chests of drawers. The upper story, or attic, if it might be so called, was defended in the same way, that they might retreat from one to the other if the doors were forced.
It was eight o"clock in the evening before all was ready, and they were still occupied with the last defence, under the superintendence of Mesty, who showed himself an able engineer, when they heard the sound of an approaching mult.i.tude. They looked out of one of the windows, and perceived the house surrounded by the galley-slaves, in number apparently about a hundred. They were all dressed in a most fantastic manner with whatever they could pick up: some had fire-arms, but the most of them were supplied with only swords or knives. With them came also their cortege of plunder: carts of various descriptions, loaded with provisions of all sorts, and wine; women lashed down with ropes, sails from the vessels and boats to supply them with covering in the mountains, hay and straw, and mattresses. Their plunder appeared to be well chosen for their exigencies. To the carts were tied a variety of cattle, intended to accompany them to their retreat. They all appeared to be under a leader, who was issuing directions-that leader was soon recognised by those in the house to be Don Silvio.
"Ma.s.sa Easy, you show me dat man," said Mesty, when he heard the conversation between Easy and the Rebieras; "only let me know him."
"Do you see him there, Mesty, walking down in front of those men? He has a musket in his hand, a Jacket with silver b.u.t.tons, and white trousers."
"Yes, Ma.s.sa Easy, me see him well-let me look little more-dat enough."
The galley-slaves appeared to be very anxious to surround the house that no one should escape, and Don Silvio was arranging the men.
"Ned," said Jack, "let us show him that we are here. He said that he would acquaint Don Rebiera with our arrival-let us prove to him that he is too late."
"It would not be a bad plan," replied Gascoigne; "if it were possible that these fellows had any grat.i.tude among them, some of them might relent at the idea of attacking those who saved them."
"Not a bit; but it will prove to them that there are more in the house than they think for; and we can frighten some of them by telling them that the soldiers are near at hand."
Jack immediately threw up the cas.e.m.e.nt, and called out in a loud voice, "Don Silvio! galley-slave! Don Silvio!"
The party hailed turned round, and beheld Jack, Gascoigne, and Mesty, standing at the window of the upper floor.
"We have saved you the trouble of announcing us," called out Gascoigne. "We are here to receive you."
"And in three hours the troops will be here, so you must be quick, Don Silvio," continued Jack.
"A reveder la," continued Gascoigne, letting fly his pistol at Don Silvio.
The window was then immediately closed. The appearance of -our heroes, and their communication of the speedy arrival of the troops, was not without effect. The criminals trembled at the idea; Don Silvio was mad with rage he pointed out to the men the necessity of immediate attack-the improbability of the troops arriving so soon, and the wealth which he expected was locked up by Don Rebiera in his mansion. This rallied them, and they advanced to the doors, which they attempted to force without success, losing several men by the occasional fire from those within the house. Finding their efforts, after half an hour"s repeated attempts, to be useless, they retreated, and then bringing up a long piece of timber, which required sixty men to carry it, they ran with it against the door, and the weight and impetus of the timber drove it off its hinges, and an entrance was obtained; by this time it was dark, the lower story had been abandoned, but the barricade at the head of the stairs opposed their progress. Convenient loop-holes had been prepared by the defenders, who now opened a smart fire upon the a.s.sailants, the latter having no means of returning it effectually, had they had ammunition for their muskets, which fortunately they had not been able to procure. The combat now became fierce, and the galley-slaves were several times repulsed with great loss during a contest of two hours; but, encouraged by Don Silvio, and refreshed by repeated draughts of wine, they continued by degrees removing the barriers opposed to them.
"We shall have to retreat," exclaimed Don Rebiero; "very soon they will have torn down all. What do you think, Signor Easy?"
"Hold this as long as we can. How are we off for ammunition?" "Plenty as yet-plenty to last for six hours, I think." "What do you say, Mesty?" "By holy St Patrig, I say hold out here-they got no fire-arms-and we ab urn at arm-length."
This decision was the occasion of the first defence being held for two hours more, an occasional relief being afforded by the retreat of the convicts to the covered carts.
At last it was evident that the barricade was no longer tenable, for the heavy pieces of furniture they had heaped up to oppose entrance, were completely hammered to fragments by poles brought up by the a.s.sailants, and used as battering-rams. The retreat was sounded; they all hastened to the other story, where the ladies were already placed, and the galley-slaves were soon in possession of the first floor--exasperated by the defence, mad with wine and victory, but finding nothing.
Again was the attack made upon the second landing, but, as the stairs were now narrower, and their defences stronger in proportion, they, for a long while, gained no advantage. On the contrary, many of their men were wounded, and taken down below.
The darkness of the night prevented both parties from seeing distinctly, which was rather in favour of the a.s.sailants. Many climbed over the fortress of piled-up furniture, and were killed as soon as they appeared on the other side, and, at last, the only ammunition used was against those who made this rash attempt. For four long hours did this a.s.sault and defence continue, until daylight came, and then the plan of a.s.sault was altered: they again brought up the poles, hammered the pieces of furniture into fragments, and gained ground. The defenders were worn out with fatigue, but flinched not; they knew that their lives, and the lives of those dearest to them, were at stake, and they never relaxed their exertions; still the criminals, with Silvio at their head, progressed, the distance between the parties gradually decreased, and there was but one ma.s.sive chest of drawers now defending the landing-place, and over which there was a constant succession of blows from long poles and cutla.s.ses, returned with the bullets from their pistols.
"We must now fight for our lives," exclaimed Gascoigne to Easy, "for what else can we do?"
"Do?-get on the roof and fight there, then," replied Jack.
"By-the-bye, that"s well thought of, Jack, said Gascoigne. "Mesty, up and see if there is any place we can retreat to in case of need."
Mesty hastened to obey, and soon returned with a report that there was a trap-door leading into the loft under the roof, and that they could draw the ladder up after them.
"Then we may laugh at them," cried Jack. "Mesty, stay here while I and Gascoigne a.s.sist the ladies up," explaining to the Rebieras and to their domestics why they went.
Easy and Gascoigne hastened to the signora and Agnes, conducted them up the ladder into the loft, and requested them to have no fear; they then returned to the defences on the stairs, and joined their companions. They found them hard pressed, and that there was little chance of holding out much longer; but the stairs were narrow, and the a.s.sailants could not bring their force against them. But now, as the defences were nearly destroyed, although the convicts could not reach them with their knives, they brought up a large supply of heavy stones, which they threw with great force and execution. Two of Don Rebiera"s men and Don Martin were struck down, and this new weapon proved most fatal.
"We must retreat, Jack," said Gascoigne; "the stones can do no harm where we are going to. What think you, Don Philip?"
"I agree with you; let those who are wounded be first carried up, and then we will follow."
This was effected, and as soon as the wounded men were carried up the ladder, and the arms taken up to prevent their falling into the hands of the a.s.sailants, for they were now of little use to them, the ammunition being exhausted, the whole body went into the large room which contained the trap-door of the loft, and, as soon as they were up, they drew the ladder after them. They had hardly effected this, when they were followed with the yells and shouting of the galley-slaves, who had pa.s.sed the last barriers, and thought themselves sure of their prey: but they were disappointed-they found them more secure than ever.
Nothing could exceed the rage of Don Silvio at the protracted resistance of the party, and the security of their retreat. To get at them was impossible, so he determined to set fire to the room, and suffocate them, if he could do no otherwise. He gave his directions to his men, who rushed down for straw, but in so doing, he carelessly pa.s.sed under the trap-door, and Mesty, who had carried up with him two or three of the stones, dashed one down on the head of Don Silvio, who fell immediately. He was carried away, but his orders were put in execution; the room was filled with straw and fodder, and lighted. The effects were soon felt: the trap-door had been shut, but the heat and smoke burst through; after a time, the planks and rafters took fire, and their situation was terrible. A small trap-window in the roof, on the side of the house, was knocked open, and gave them a temporary relief; but now the rafters burned and crackled, and the smoke burst on them in thick columns. They could not see, and with difficulty could breathe. Fortunately the room below that which had been fired was but one out of four on the attics, and, as the loft they were in spread over the whole of the roof, they were able to remove far from it. The house was slated with ma.s.sive slate of some hundred weights each, and it was not found possible to remove them so as to give air although frequent attempts were made. Donna Rebiera sank exhausted in the arms of her husband, and Agnes fell into those of our hero, who, enveloped in the smoke, kissed her again and again; and she, poor girl, thinking that they must all inevitably perish, made no scruple, in what she supposed her last moment, of returning these proofs of her ardent attachment.
"Ma.s.sy Easy, help me here,-Ma.s.sa Gascoigne come here. Now heab wid all your might: when we get one off we get plenty."
Summoned by Mesty, Jack and Gascoigne put their shoulders to one of the lower slates; it yielded, was disengaged, and slid down with a loud rattling below. The ladies were brought to it, and their heads put outside; they soon recovered; and now that they had removed one, they found no difficulty in removing others. In a few minutes they were all with their heads in the open air, but still the house was on fire below, and they had no chance of escape. It was while they were debating upon that point, and consulting as to their chance of safety, that a breeze of wind wafted the smoke that issued from the roof away from them, and they beheld the detachment of troops making up to the house; a loud cheer was given, and attracted the notice of the soldiers. They perceived Easy and his companions; the house was surrounded and entered in an instant.
The galley-slaves who were in the house, searching for the treasure reported by Don Silvio to be concealed, were captured or killed, and in five minutes the troops had possession. But how to a.s.sist those above was the difficulty. The room below was in flames, and burning fiercely. There were no ladders that could reach so high, and there were no means of getting to them. The commandant made signs from below, as if to ask what he was to do.
"I see no chance," observed Don Philip, mournfully. "Easy, my dear fellow, and you, Gascoigne, I am sorry that the feuds of our family should have brought you to such a dreadful death; but what can be done?"
"I don"t know," replied Jack, "unless we could get ropes."
"You quite sure, Ma.s.sy Easy, that all galley rascals below gone?" asked Mesty.
"Yes," replied Easy, "you may see that; look at some of them bound there, under charge of the soldiers."
"Den, sar, I tink it high time we go too." "So do I, Mesty; but how?"
"How? stop a little. Come, help me, Ma.s.sy Easy; dis board" (for the loft was floored) "is loose; come help, all of you."
They all went, and with united strength pulled up the board. "Now strike like h.e.l.l!-and drive down de plaster," said Mesty, commencing the operation.
In a few minutes they had beaten an opening into one of the rooms below not on fire, pulled up another board, and Mesty having fetched the ladder, they all descended in safety, and, to the astonishment of the commandant of the troops, walked out of the door of the house, those who had been stunned with the stones having so far recovered as to require little a.s.sistance.
The soldiers shouted as they saw them appear, supporting the females. The commanding officer, who was an intimate friend of Don Philip, flew to his arms. The prisoners were carefully examined by Mesty, and Don Silvio was not among them. He might, however, be among the dead who were left in the house, which now began to b.u.m furiously. The galley-slaves who were captured amounted in number to forty-seven. Their dead they could not count. The major part of the plunder, and the carts, were still where they had been drawn up.
As soon as the culprits had been secured, the attention of the troops was directed to putting out the flames, but their attempts were ineffectual; the mansion was burned to the bare walls, and but little of the furniture saved; indeed, the major part of it had been destroyed in the attack made by Don Silvio and his adherents.
Leaving directions with Pedro and his people, that the property collected by the miscreants should be restored to the owners, Don Rebiera ordered the horses, and with the whole party put himself under the protection of the troops, who, as soon as they had been refreshed, and taken some repose, bent their way back to Palermo with the galley-slaves, bound and linked together in a long double row.
They halted when they had gone half-way, and remained for the night. The next day at noon, Don Rebiera and his family were once more in their palazzo, and our two midshipmen and Mesty took their leave, and repaired on board to make themselves a little less like chimney-sweepers.
Captain Wilson was not out of the ship. Jack made his report, and then went down below, very much pleased at what had pa.s.sed, especially as he would have another long yarn for the Governor on his return to Malta.
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
In which our hero and Gascoigne ought to be ashamed of themselves, and did feel what might be called midshipmite compunction.
THE AURORA continued three weeks at Palermo, during which the most active search had been made for the remainder of the galley-slaves, and some few had been captured, but still Don Silvio, a considerable number, were at large; and it was said that they had retired to the fastnesses in the mountains. Our hero was constantly on sh.o.r.e at Don Rebiera"s house, and, after what had pa.s.sed, he was now looked upon as soon to become a member of the family. The difference of religion was overlooked by Don Rebiera and the relations-by all but the confessor, Father Thomaso, who now began to agitate and fulminate into the ears of the Donna Rebiera all the pains and penalties attending heretical connection, such as excommunication and utter d.a.m.nation. The effects of his remonstrances were soon visible, and Jack found that there was constraint on the part of the old lady, tears on the part of Agnes, and all father confessors heartily wished at the devil ten times a day, on the part of Don Philip and his brother. At last he wormed the truth out of Agnes, who told her tale, and wept bitterly.
"Ned, I don"t much like the appearance of things," observed Jack; "I must get rid of that Father Thomaso."
"You"ll find that rather difficult," observed Gascoigne; "besides, if you were rid of him you would have his place filled up with another."
"He has frightened that poor old woman into the dismals, and she has the pains of purgatory on her already. I shall go and talk to Mesty."
"How can Mesty help you?"
"I don"t know, but you can"t; so, for want of better advice, I"ll try the Ashantee." Our hero went to Mesty, and laid the difficult affair open to him. "I see," said Mesty, showing his filed teeth, "you want him skull." "No, I don"t, Mesty; but I want him out of the way." "How that possible, Ma.s.sy Easy?-ship sail day after to-morrow. Now "pose I ab time, I soon manage all dat. Stop a little." "Confound it! but there"s no stopping," replied Jack. "Suppose, Ma.s.sy Easy, you get leave go on sh.o.r.e-not come off again." "That will be deserting, Mesty." "By holy poker, I ab it-you go on sh.o.r.e and break your leg." "Break my leg!-break my leave, you mean?" "No, Ma.s.sy Easy-you break your leg-den captain leave you sh.o.r.e, and leave me to take care of you."
"But why should I break my leg, and how am I to break my leg?" "Only pretend break leg, Ma.s.sa Easy. Go talk Ma.s.sa Don Philip, he manage all dat.-Suppose man break his leg in seven pieces, it is not possible to take him board."
"Seven pieces, Mesty! that"s rather too many. However, I"ll think of this."
Jack then went back and consulted Gascoigne, who approved of Mesty"s advice, and thought the scheme feasible.
"If we could only pretend that we were thrown out of a caricola, you break your leg, a compound fracture of course-I break my arm-both left on sh.o.r.e at sick quarters, with Mesty to take care of us."
"Capital, indeed," replied Jack; "I really would not mind it if it really took place; at all events we"ll overturn the caricola."
"But shall we get leave the last day?"
"Yes, it"s two days since I have been on sh.o.r.e, for I have not liked to go to Don Rebiera"s since what Agnes told me. Besides, my clothes are all on sh.o.r.e, and that will be an excuse for a few hours."
Our two midshipmen applied for leave the next morning to be off in the afternoon. The first lieutenant gave them permission. They hastened to the hotel, sent for Don Philip, and made him a party to their plan. He readily promised his a.s.sistance, for he had resolved that our hero should marry his sister, and was fearful of the effect of his absence, coupled with Friar Thomaso"s influence over his mother. He went to the surgeon of his regiment, who immediately entered into the scheme.
Our two midshipmen got into a caricola, rattled up and down the streets, and perceiving Captain Wilson at his window, flogged the horse into a gallop; when abreast of the barracks Jack ran the wheel against a bank, and threw himself and Gascoigne out. Midshipmen are never hurt by these accidents, but fortunately for the success of the enterprise their faces were cut and bruised. Don Philip was standing by: he called the men to pick up our two scamps, carried them into the barracks, and sent for the surgeons, who undressed them, put Jack"s left leg into a mult.i.tude of splints, and did the same to Gascoigne"s arm. They were then put to bed, their contused faces, with the blood, left "in statu quo," while Don Philip sent an orderly, as from the commandant, to Captain Wilson, to acquaint him that two of his officers had been thrown out of a caricola, and were lying dangerously hurt at the barracks.
"Good heavens, it must be Mr Easy and Mr Gascoigne!" said Captain Wilson, when the intelligence was communicated; I saw them galloping down the street like two madmen just now. c.o.xswain, take the gig on board and then tell the surgeon to come on sh.o.r.e immediately, and bring him up to me at the barracks."
Captain Wilson then put on his hat, buckled on his sword, and hastened to ascertain the extent of the injury. Don Philip kept out of the way, but the captain was ushered into the room by one of the officers, where he found, in two beds, our two midshipmen stretched out, the surgeon of the forces and the regimental surgeon in consultation between them, while attendants were standing by each bed with restoratives. The medical gentlemen saluted Captain Wilson, and looked very grave, talked about fractures, contusions, injuries, in the most interminable manner-hoped that Mr Easy would recover-but had doubts. The other gentleman might do well with care; that is, so far as his arm was concerned, but there appeared to be a concussion of the brain. Captain Wilson looked at the cut and blood-smeared faces of the two young men, and waited with anxiety the arrival of his own surgeon, who came at last, puffing with the haste he had made, and received the report of the brothers of the faculty.
The leg of Mr Easy fractured in two places-had been set-bone protruding-impossible to move him. Gascoigne, arm, compound fracture-contusion of the brain not certain. Now that all this would have been discovered to be false if the surgeon had been able to examine, is true; but how could he not credit the surgeon of the forces and the regimental surgeon, and how could he put the young men to fresh tortures by removing splints and unsetting limbs? Politeness, if nothing else, prevented his so doing, for it would have been as much as to say that either he did not credit their report, or that he doubted their skill. He looked at our hero and his companion, who kept their eyes closed, and breathed heavily with their mouths open, put on a grave face, as well as his brothers in the art, and reported to Captain Wilson.
"But when can they be moved, Mr Daly?" inquired the latter; "I cannot wait; we must sail to-morrow, or the next day at the farthest."
The surgeon, as in duty bound, put the question to the others, who replied that there would be great risk in moving before the fever, which might be expected the next day, and which might last ten days; but that Captain Wilson had better not think of removing them, as they should have every care and attention where they were, and could rejoin the ship at Malta. Mr Daly, the surgeon, agreed that this would be the most prudent step, and Captain Wilson then gave his consent.
That being settled, he walked up to the bed of Gascoigne, and spoke to him; but Gascoigne knew that he was to have a concussion of the brain, and he made no reply, nor gave any signs of knowing that Captain Wilson was near him. He then went to our hero, who, at the sound of Captain Wilson"s voice, slowly opened his eyes without moving his head, and appeared to recognise him.
"Are you in much pain, Easy?" said the captain, kindly. Easy closed his eyes again, and murmured, "Mesty, Mesty!" "He wants his servant, the ship"s corporal, sir," said the surgeon.
"Well," replied Captain Wilson, "he had better have him: he is a faithful fellow, and will nurse him well. When you go on board, Mr Daly, desire the first lieutenant to send Mesty on sh.o.r.e with Mr Gascoigne"s and Mr Easy"s chests, and his own bag and hammock. Good heavens! I would not for a thousand pounds that this accident had occurred. Poor foolish boys-they run in couples, and if one"s in a sc.r.a.pe the other is sure to share it. Gentlemen, I return you many thanks for your kindness, and I must accept of your promised care for my unfortunate officers. I sail to-morrow at daylight. You will oblige me by informing their friends, the Rebieras, of their mischance, as I am sure they will contribute all they can to their comfort." So saying, Captain Wilson bowed and quitted the room, followed by the surgeon.
As soon as the door was closed the two midshipmen turned their heads round and looked at each other, but they were afraid to speak at first, in case of the return of the surgeon. As soon as it was announced to them that Captain Wilson and Mr Daly were outside the barrack-gate, our hero commenced-"Do you know, Ned, that my conscience smites me, and if it had not been that I should have betrayed those who wish to oblige us, when poor Captain Wilson appeared so much hurt and annoyed at our accident, I was very near getting up and telling him of the imposition, to relieve his mind."
"I agree with you, Jack, and I felt much the same-but what"s done cannot be undone. We must now keep up the imposition for the sake of those who, to help us, have deceived him."
"I don"t think that you would find an English surgeon who would have consented to such an imposition."
"No, that is certain; but after all, it is an imposition that has hurt n.o.body."
"Oh, I do not wish to moralise-but I repent of my share in the deceit; and had it to be done over again I would not consent to it."
"Not even for-----------? but I won"t mention her name in barracks." "I don"t know," replied Jack; "but let"s say no more about it, and thank these gentlemen for their kindness."
"Yes, but we must keep it up until we see the Aurora under all sail." "And longer too," replied Jack; "we must not let the affair get wind even on sh.o.r.e. We must not recover quickly, but still appear to recover. Don Rebiera and his wife must be deceived. I have a plot in my head, but I cannot work it out clear till I see Mesty."
Don Philip now came in. He had seen Captain Wilson, who had requested him to look after the two invalids, and stated his intention to sail the next morning. They consulted with him, and it was agreed that no one should be acquainted with the real fact but his brother Martin, and that all Palermo should be as much deceived as Captain Wilson, for if not, it would put Father Thomaso on the "qui vive," and make him fulminate more than ever. Our midshipmen ate an excellent dinner, and then remained in bed conversing till it was time to go to sleep; but long before that, Mesty had made his appearance with their clothes. The eyes of the Ashantee said all that was necessary-he never spoke a word, but unlashed his hammock and lay down in a corner, and they were soon all three asleep.
The next morning Captain Wilson called to ascertain how our hero and his companion were, but the room had been darkened, and he could not see their faces plainly. Easy thanked him for his kindness in allowing Mesty to attend them, and having received his orders as to their joining the ship as soon as they recovered, and having promised to be very cautious in their behaviour and keep out of all sc.r.a.pes, he wished them a speedy recovery, and departed.
In little more than half an hour afterwards, Mesty, who had been peeping out of the shutters, suddenly threw them open with a loud laugh.
The Aurora was under way, with studding sails below and aloft standing out of the roads. Jack and Gascoigne got up, threw off the splints, and danced about in their shirts. As soon as they were quiet again, Mesty said in a grave tone, "Den why you stay at sea, Ma.s.sa Easy?"
"Very true, Mesty, I"ve asked myself that question often enough lately; because I"m a fool, I suppose."
"And I, because I can"t help it," replied Gascoigne; "never mind, we are on sh.o.r.e now, and I look for a famous cruise."
"But first we must see what the ground is we are to cruise on," replied Jack; "so, Mesty, let us have a palaver, as they say in your country."
The two midshipmen got into their beds, and Mesty sat on the chest between them, looking as grave as a judge. The question was, how to get rid of the padre Thomaso. Was he to be thrown over the mole-head to the fishes-or his skull broke-was Mesty"s knife to be resorted to-was he to be kidnapped or poisoned-or were fair means to be employed-persuasion, bribery? Every one knows how difficult it is to get rid of a priest.