He was pacing it, round and round, like a caged beast, when the stars grew faint and the silver ripple of the dayspring broke over the sea. For two hours and more he had been thinking hard, and he rested his elbows on the balcony and paused for a minute or two to watch the red ball of the sun as it heaved above the waters. To the north, beyond the roofs of Harwich, he saw the lights of the royal squadron still clear in the grey dawn. Next his gaze turned to the triumphal arch in the road below, which wore a peculiarly dissipated look at this hour. Then it strayed back to the garden below him and beyond the party hedge; and was suddenly arrested.
On a rustic seat, in the far corner, sat Captain Barker, trying to read in a book.
The little man, too, had obviously pa.s.sed the night out of his bed. His clothes were dishevelled and his att.i.tude was one of extreme dejection. He kept his head bowed over the book and was wholly unaware of the eyes that watched him from the opposite pavilion.
But his friend above on the balcony displayed the most nervous apprehension of being seen. He took his hand from the rail, as if fearful of making the slightest sound, and stole back through the window into the lumber-room. Once within the house, however, he behaved with the briskest determination. Descending first of all to his own room, he washed his face and towelled it till it glowed. Then, changing his coat and wig, he took up hat and cane, descended to the front-door, and crossing the gra.s.s-plot, let himself into Captain Barker"s garden.
Captain Barker still sat and read in his book; and as he read the tears coursed down his wrinkled cheeks. For it was the first of the famous green volumes.
He looked up as his friend advanced; and Captain Jemmy was forced to regard the weatherc.o.c.k on the roof for a minute or so to make sure of the quarter in which the wind lay.
"It"s due west," said Captain John, as he stared up; "and it"s ebb-tide till nine o"clock. They"ll sail early."
"H"m; I shouldn"t wonder. You"re early out of bed."
"Well, for the matter of that, so are you-eh?"
"I haven"t been to bed."
"Nor have I."
"I"ve been thinking," said Captain Runacles.
"And I"ve been trying not to think."
"Well, but I"ve come to a conclusion. Go and get your hat, Jack."
"Why?"
"We"ve got to fetch Tristram back."
"How?"
"By tossing our consciences over the hedge and going to see King William."
The little man shook his head.
"No, Jemmy. You mean it kindly, and G.o.d bless you! But I can"t do it."
"Why not? If I can do it-"
"You"d repent it, Jemmy. You"re letting your love for me carry you too far."
"What put it into your head that I"d do this for love of you?"
"For Tristram, then."
"d.a.m.n Tristram! That youngster strikes me as causing a fuss quite out of proportion to his intrinsic worth."
"Well, but-"
"My dear Jack, I have reasons for wishing Tristram back. You needn"t ask what they are, because I shan"t tell you; but they"re at least as intelligible as all the reasons you can find in that volume." He caught it out of his friend"s hand, and read: "June 12th.-T. to-day refused his biscuit and milk at six in the morning, but took it an hour later. Peevish all night; in part (I think) because not yet recovered of his weaning, and also because his teeth (second pair on lower jaw) are troubling him. Query: If the biscuit should be boiled in the milk, or milk merely poured over the biscuit-" Here he glanced up, and seeing the anguish on the hunchback"s face, handed back the book.
"I beg your pardon, Jack. But get your hat and come along."
"You forget, Jemmy. We gave our word, you know."
Captain Runacles stared.
"Trouble has unhinged your wits, my friend. Did you seriously imagine I intended to disclose to his Majesty the proposal we heard last night?"
"What, then?"
"My notion was that we should go and offer him our swords and our services in ransom for Tristram. He may rebuff us. On the other hand, there"s a chance that he will not. You remember that he began, yesterday, by offering you this way of escape. You are to take me with you and beg for a renewal of that offer. Maybe he"ll demur. You"ll then point out that you have two men"s service to tender him in lieu of one. I have smelt powder in my time, Jack, and I once had the luck to run De Ruyter"s pet captain through the sword-arm and to carry his ship. It"s the very devil that I never could master the fellow"s Dutch name sufficiently to remember it; but his Majesty-who has a greater grasp of his mother tongue-may be able to recall it, and the recollection may turn the scale. Anyhow, we"ll try."
"You can serve this William?"
"I can; for the matter stands thus: We go and say, "Your Majesty has laid hands on a young man. Will it please your Majesty to take two old men in exchange?" We"re a couple of old hulks, Jack; but we may serve, as well as a youngster, to be battered by the French."
"But suppose that this plot breaks out?-I mean that which the Earl hinted at."
"My friend, that proposal may be divided into two parts. The first is mutiny; the second is desertion to the French. How do you like them? Could you stand by and help either?"
"Why, no," answered Captain Barker, with a brightening face; "because, after all, one could always die first."
"To be sure. Make haste, then, and fetch your hat, or we shall be too late to save the boy."
Captain Runacles waited at the foot of the garden, while his friend hurried into the house and returned in something like glee.
"We are lucky. Narcissus tells me his Majesty is sleeping ash.o.r.e at Thomas Langley"s house in Church Street. It seems that his cabin was not put rightly in order aboard the Mary yacht, and he won"t embark until he has broken his fast."
"Come along, then!" said Captain Jemmy, opening the gate. "We may catch him before he goes on board."
But scarcely had the pair set foot in the road outside when a voice commanded them to halt.
In front of them, barring the highway towards Harwich, stood a sergeant, with half a dozen soldiers at his back. They seemed to have sprung out of the hedge.
"Pardon, gentlemen; but you are walking towards Harwich."
"We are."
"My orders are to forbid it."
"Who gave you that order?"
"The General."
"What? The Earl of Marlborough?"