"But if the winders is tight barred, wot then?"
"Why, then, I"ll bust "em, or I"ll bust myself, that"s all."
"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Ben.
Again there was a prolonged silence, during which the friends moodily meditated on the dark prospects before them.
"If we could only have bin killed in action," said Bill, "that would have been some comfort."
"Not so sure o" that, messmate," said Ben. "There"s no sayin" wot may turn up. P"r"aps the war will end soon, an" that"s not onlikely, for we"ve whipped the Mounseers on sea, an" it won"t be difficult for our lobsters to lick "em on land. P"r"aps there"ll be an exchange of prisoners, an" we may have a chance of another brush with them one o"
these days. If the wust comes to the wust, we can try to break out o"
jail and run a muck for our lives. Never say die is my motto."
Bill Bowls did not a.s.sent to these sentiments in words, but he clenched his fettered hands, set his teeth together, and gave his comrade a look which a.s.sured him that whatever might be attempted he would act a vigorous part.
A few days later the transport entered a harbour, and a guard came on board to take charge of the prisoners, of whom there were about twenty.
As they were being led to the jail of the town, Bill whispered to his comrade--
"Look out sharp as ye go along, Ben, an" keep as close to me as ye can."
"All right, my lad," muttered Ben, as he followed the soldiers who specially guarded himself.
Ben did not suppose that Bill intended then and there to make a sudden struggle for freedom, because he knew that, with fettered wrists, in a strange port, the very name of which they did not know, and surrounded by armed enemies, such an attempt would be utterly hopeless; he therefore concluded, correctly, that his companion wished him to take the bearings (as he expressed it) of the port, and of the streets through which they should pa.s.s. Accordingly he kept his "weather-eye open."
The French soldiers who conducted the seamen to prison, although stout athletic fellows, and, doubtless, capable of fighting like heroes, were short of stature, so that the British tars looked down on them with a patronising expression of countenance, and one or two even ventured on a few facetious remarks. Bill Bowls and Ben Bolter, who both measured above six feet in their stockings, towered above the crowd like two giants.
"It"s a purty place intirely," said an Irish sailor, with a smiling countenance, looking round upon the houses, and nodding to a group of pretty girls who were regarding the prisoners with looks of pity. "What may be the name of it, av I may make bowld to inquire?"
The question was addressed to the soldier on his right, but the man paid no attention. So the Irishman repeated it, but without drawing forth a reply.
"Sure, yer a paltry thing that can"t give a civil answer to a civil question."
"He don"t understand Irish, Pat, try him with English," said Ben Bolter.
"Ah, then," said Pat, "ye"d better try that yersilf, only yer so high up there he won"t be able to hear ye."
Before Ben had an opportunity of trying the experiment, however, they had arrived at the jail. After they had pa.s.sed in, the heavy door was shut with a clang, and bolted and barred behind them.
It is probable that not one of the poor fellows who heard the sound, escaped a sensation of sinking at the heart, but certain it is that not one condescended to show his feelings in his looks.
They were all put into a large empty room, the window of which looked into a stone pa.s.sage, which was itself lighted from the roof; the door was shut, locked, bolted, and barred, and they were left to their meditations.
They had not remained long there, however, when the bolts and bars were heard moving again.
"What say "e to a rush, lads?" whispered one of the men eagerly.
"Agreed," said Bill Bowls, starting forward; "I"ll lead you, boys."
"No man can fight with his hands tied," growled one of the others.
"You"ll only be spoilin" a better chance, mayhap."
At that moment the last bolt was withdrawn, and the door swung open, revealing several files of soldiers with muskets, and bayonets fixed, in the pa.s.sage. This sight decided the question of a rush!
Four of the soldiers entered with the turnkey. The latter, going up to Bill Bowls and Ben Bolter, said to them in broken English:--
"You follows de soldat."
Much surprised, but in silence, they obeyed the command.
As they were going out, one of their comrades said, "Good-bye, mates: it"s plain they"ve taken ye for admirals on account o" yer size!"
"Niver a taste," said the Irishman before mentioned, ""tis bein" led, they are, to exekooshion--"
The remainder of this consolatory suggestion was cut off by the shutting of the door.
After traversing several pa.s.sages, the turnkey stopped before a small door studded with iron nails, and, selecting one of his huge keys, opened it, while the soldiers ranged up on either side.
The turnkey, who was a tall, powerful man, stepped back, and, looking at Bill, pointed to the cell with his finger, as much as to say, "Go in."
Bill looked at him and at the soldiers for a moment, clenched his fists, and drew his breath short, but as one of the guard quietly brought his musket to the charge, he heaved a sigh, bent his head, and, pa.s.sing under the low doorway, entered the cell.
"Are we to stop long here, Mister Turnkey?" asked Ben, as he was about to follow.
The man vouchsafed no reply, but again pointed to the cell.
"I"ve always heered ye wos a purlite nation," said Ben, as he followed his messmate; "but there"s room for improvement."
The door was shut, and the two friends stood for a few minutes in the centre of their cell, gazing in silence around the blank walls.
The appearance of their prison was undoubtedly depressing, for there was nothing whatever in it to arrest the eye, except a wooden bench in one corner, and the small grated window which was situated near the top of one of the walls.
"What d"ye think o" this?" asked Ben, after some time, sitting down on the bench.
"I think I won"t be able to stand it," said Bill, flinging himself recklessly down beside his friend, and thrusting his hands deep into his trouser pockets.
"Don"t take on so bad, messmate," said Ben, in a reproving tone.
"Gittin" sulky with fate ain"t no manner o" use. As our messmate Flinders used to say, `Be aisy, an" if ye can"t be aisy, be as aisy as ye can." There"s wot I calls sound wisdom in that."
"Very true, Ben; nevertheless the sound wisdom in _that_ won"t avail to get us out o" _this_."
"No doubt, but it"ll help us to bear this with equablenimity while we"re here, an" set our minds free to think about the best way o" makin" our escape."
At this Bill made an effort to throw off the desperate humour which had taken possession of him, and he so far succeeded that he was enabled to converse earnestly with his friend.
"Wot are we to do?" asked Bill gloomily.
"To see, first of all, what lies outside o" that there port-hole,"
answered Ben. "Git on my shoulders, Bill, an" see if ye can reach it."