"What was it, I ask you!" said the officer, kicking Caleb with his foot.
"Do you hear?"
"It is nothing but yeast," said Caleb. "I hope it will _raise_ you up so that it will put a little sense into your head."
It was evident that the rough treatment to which he had been subjected had not taken all the pluck out of Caleb Young. The officer was astonished and gave him three or four kicks in the ribs to show that he did not admire such talk; but the position in which he lay, together with the narrow limits of the boat, rendered the kicks comparatively harmless.
"Shove off," commanded the officer. "Give-away strong and let us get rid of this rebel as soon as we can."
In a few minutes the boat was alongside the schooner, where they found Captain Moore and the other officers waiting for them. A lantern held over the side showed them that the officer had not come back empty-handed.
"You got him, did you?" said the captain, and his voice sounded very unlike the polite tones in which he was accustomed to greet the villagers who came there to see him. He did not live in Machias, but he had been there so often that he was pretty well known to all the towns-people.
"Yes, sir, I have got him," said the officer, touching his hat. "And the rebel threw a bucket of yeast on me when I took him."
"Well, you will pay him for that when we get him to New York," said the captain. "Hoist him up here."
This was the worst part of the treatment to which Caleb had thus far been subjected since his capture. Two of the boat"s crew seized him, one at the head and the other at the feet, trying to take him by the clothes but not being particular if they caught up flesh with them, and raised him over their heads, from which position he was received by two more aboard the schooner, who hauled him over the rail and deposited him on the deck as if he had been a log of wood.
"You have got his hands tied, have you not?" said the captain. "Well, release them, and bo"son bring up a set of bracelets and put them on him."
"Do you treat all your prisoners this way, captain?" asked Caleb.
"We treat all rebels this way," was the answer. "The next time you do anything to bring you a fine, be sure you can pay it."
"But, captain--" began Caleb.
"That"s enough," said the captain, fiercely. "I know what you have done and so do you. If you talk any more to me I will put a gag in your mouth."
Caleb did not know what a "gag" was, but he came to the conclusion that it was something to add to his punishment, and so he did not say anything more.
CHAPTER VIII.
UNDER WAY.
The boatswain speedily returned with the "bracelets" which he had been sent to bring, and by that time some of the crew had untied his hands.
They proved to be irons, one for his wrists and another for his feet. In less time than it takes to tell it the irons had been put on and now Caleb was a prisoner, sure enough.
"Now, then, take him down and put him in the brig,"[6] said the captain.
"See to it that he does not get anything to eat or a drop of water to drink to pay him for insulting his Majesty"s officer by throwing a bucket of yeast at him."
[Footnote 6: The brig is a small, dark apartment on board a vessel in which culprits are confined.]
Captain Moore acted as if he were mad about something, and for fear of the "gag" with which he had been threatened Caleb was unable to say a word to him. The boatswain took him by the arm and hurried him forward.
The prisoner was pushed rather than led down the gangway to the brig, which was ready to receive him. He saw that the grated door was open, and when he came opposite to it he was shoved headlong into the dark, not knowing where he was going to bring up. But the brig was not deep enough to permit him to fall. By putting his manacled hands in front of him he brought up against the bulkhead with stunning force, and for a moment he stood there not knowing where he was or what to do.
[Ill.u.s.tration: He was shoved headlong into the dark.]
"There, you rebel," said the boatswain, "I guess you will stay there."
The door was closed and locked behind him, and then Caleb turned about.
There was a lantern outside which threw its beams into the brig, and by their aid Caleb was enabled to take a view of his prison. It was about six feet square, large enough to hold all the members of the schooner"s company who were liable to be put there for various misdemeanors, and there was not a thing in the way of furniture in it--no stool to sit down on and no bed to sleep on. Caleb drew a contrast between that room and his plainly furnished little apartment at home and drew a long-drawn sigh.
"Yes, I guess I will stay here," said he, as he seated himself opposite the door so that he could see all that was going on on deck. "Am I a rebel because Zeke Lewis would not let that magistrate fine me? The magistrate did not care what James said, he wanted to know what I did; and if that is justice I don"t want to see any more of it. And I must go to New York. And what is going to become of mother in the meantime? I tell you, I hope that the boys" attempt on this schooner to-morrow will be successful. How I can pa.s.s the night waiting for them I don"t know."
The first thing that attracted Caleb"s attention was that his irons were too tight. They pinched him in every way that he could place them, and he first tried to get them off; but his hands were too big. He did not think he could live that way until he got to New York, and he appealed to the first sailor that came along to take the irons off and replace them with some others; but the sailor smiled grimly and shook his head.
"You threw some yeast at the officer, did you not?" said he.
"He tried to take me while I was minding my own business," said Caleb.
"You would have done the same thing if you had been in my place."
"Well, you had better let the irons alone. They don"t pinch half as hard as the rope will when you get it around your neck."
Here the sailor turned his head on one side and made a motion with his right hand as if he were pulling something up with it.
"I will not be hanged for that, I tell you," said Caleb. "If the officer wanted me, why did he not come up to the house and arrest me?"
"You have insulted one of his Majesty"s officers by throwing that stuff on him, and you don"t get anything to eat for a day," said the sailor as he turned away. "You will be hungry before you get your next meal."
"Then I have nothing left for it but to go to sleep," said the prisoner to himself. "That is, if I can go to sleep. If I was master of a vessel I would not treat a captive in this way."
That was a long night to Caleb, but he picked out as comfortable a position as he could on the brig"s floor and fell asleep while thinking of his mother and Enoch Crosby. He was as certain as he wanted to be that Enoch and Zeke would turn the village up side-down to find what had become of him, and when they had made up their minds that he was on board the schooner, they would not rest easy until they had rescued him.
He was aroused by the changing of watches, and then he did not know anything more until the boatswain called all hands in the morning. He straightened up and took his position opposite the door where he could see the crew as they pa.s.sed to and fro engaged in their duties of the ship. He knew when the decks were washed down, and when they went to breakfast. There was a mess chest standing on the deck right where he could see it, and the Tories took no little delight in biting off their hard-tack and eating their corned beef before him. But Caleb knew that there was no breakfast waiting for him, although he was as hungry as he ever had been.
After breakfast the decks were swept down, and then an order was pa.s.sed which Caleb could not understand; but he soon became aware that the crew were getting ready to go ash.o.r.e. It was Sunday, and of course the men dressed in white on that day. Pretty soon an officer pa.s.sed, and he was got up with all the gold lace that the law allows, but he paid no attention to the prisoner. Presently a boat was called away, and then another, and Caleb could hear the men scrambling down the side in order to get into them, and he knew that the crew had left barely enough men on board to look out for the safety of the vessel. What a time that would be for the men on sh.o.r.e to capture her! While he was thinking about it a sailor came up alongside the grating which formed the door, and after looking all around to make sure that no one was watching him, he put his hand into his bosom and slipped a small package in to the prisoner.
"There you are," said he. "Eat your fill."
The sailor moved away as quickly as he had come, and Caleb was not long in taking care of the bundle. He took it back out of sight, so that if any one chanced to look in to see what the prisoner was doing, he would not have seen him eating the contents of the package. For there was a good breakfast in there, and how the man had managed to steal it was something that Caleb could not understand.
"I wish I had taken a good look at him," said Caleb, with his mouth full of hard-tack and meat. "I believe that when the attack is made, and it will not be long now, I can do him a favor. He is not a Tory. He belongs on our side easy enough."
Caleb did not want as much to eat as he thought he did, for he stopped every few minutes to listen. But he did not hear any sound to indicate that an attack had been made on the schooner"s crew, nor any cheer to tell him that all was ready. An hour pa.s.sed--such an hour as that was, Caleb hoped he should never live over again--and then hoa.r.s.e commands were heard on the deck and then a commotion arose which was greater, if possible, than when the boats were called away. The prisoner arose hastily to his feet and pressed his face close to the grating to see if he could discover anything that created such a hubbub; but he could not see anything. But the men were all on deck, and pretty soon he heard the dropping of hand-spikes and the dash of ropes above him as if the crew were getting ready to train a gun upon the town.
"Bussin" on it!" whispered Caleb, who was so excited by what he heard that he repeated Zeke"s favorite expression before he knew what he was doing. "It has come. The boys have made the attack and I shall soon be free. There are two persons I want to remember; one is the boatswain who threw me into this brig, and the other is the man who gave me my breakfast. It is coming sure enough."
After the men had got their gun trained, for Caleb was certain that was what they were doing, there was silence for a few minutes, and then he heard the splash of oars in the water. He heard Captain Moore"s voice pitched in a loud key, and then he was sure that all of the crew who had gone off in the boats came aboard. That was something for which he could not account. If the attack was made it had failed, and the crew were on the lookout.
"Now, it is mighty strange how those men came aboard," said Caleb, to himself. "And what was the reason they did not arrest them there in the church?"
If Caleb had been in the habit of using strong language he would have used it now, but he did nothing but stand there and wait. The men had taken the alarm, there could be no doubt about that, for presently he heard the vessel moving a little as if springs had been got out to her cables, and she was being moored broadside to the town.
"I wonder if they are going to fire on the village?" said Caleb in great alarm. "If she does, I wonder what will become of my mother? Why can I not escape?"