N.
That settled it.
The boy meant to have that bag.
III
He was through the port in a twinkling.
The man was sleeping like the dead, his head askew on his hands, and lips compressed in pouting content. For the time being the body had mastered invincibly any soul there might be within. The man was so much slow-heaving earth.
The naked boy leaned over the sleeper. The pen had fallen from Piggy"s hand, and left a little scrawl across the letter he had been writing.
The character was flourishing, self-complacent, and, above all, easy to read.
It was written in French, and ran, translated,
_Sire,
I have to inform your Majesty that Sunday dawn I was lying off Seaford Head, waiting to escort the lugger_ Kite, _according to your Majesty"s instructions. As I was on my knees inviting the good G.o.d to shower blessings on the sacred head of you, His so faithful servant, a sail was seen.
I bore up for her immediately. She was an English ship of the line.
I engaged her at once, fearless of the odds, knowing that the good G.o.d is always on your Majesty"s side. Desperate valour was displayed by your Majesty"s seamen. We were out-numbered four to one.
She carried 120 guns in three tiers and was alive with men--all sent by me to answer before the Great Judge for being in arms against your anointed Majesty. May He deal with them as they deserve!
The Englishman was towing the lugger _Kite_. Knowing the vital importance of the mission on which she was engaged, I cut her out from under the enemy"s stern, leading the boat attack myself, under a terrific fire from her stern-galleries.
The _Kite_ had two dead men aboard, one of them, helas! the brave Monsieur de Diamond, so devoted to your Majesty"s interests. He was sitting upon the despatch-bag, which thus had escaped the vigilance of his murderers.
My lord the General was not on board. I am lying off Beachy Head waiting for him. Should he not appear by tomorrow noon, I shall not dare to wait longer, but shall make all sail with the despatches I have captured.
I permit myself to congratulate your Majesty upon my victory, and sign myself with effusion,
Your Majesty"s humble and adoring servant,
EGALITE LAGLOIRE.
P.S.--I have prepared, and now send, the chart for which your Majesty asked. As your Majesty"s eye will see at a glance all is in order. We do but wait the last word from my lord the General. The red crosses mark the stations...._
Here the pen had dropped from the writer"s hand.
IV
The boy turned with beating heart: he had struck gold indeed.
Unshipping the despatch bag, he slung it about his shoulders.
Lifting the pistol, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the chart, and thrust it under the flap of the locked bag.
The action set the candle swaling. It shot out a snake-like flame that licked the bald pate of the sleeping privateersman.
He awoke with a start and a _sacre_, clapping his hand to his singed head.
Then through drink-and-sleep-blurred eyes, he saw the naked figure by the door.
He half rose, little fat man, so pleased.
"_Mon ange!_" he cried, and fluttered both arms, much as Gwen"s young canaries fluttered their wings when seeking food from their mother.
In a flash the boy had turned the key in the lock behind him, and flung it through the open port.
Then he swung the despatch-bag.
Many a pillow-fight with Gwen up and down the twisting pa.s.sages of their attic nursery had made him expert. Crash it came down on Piggy"s bald skull.
"One from your _ange_!" cried the lad, and followed up with a left-hander between the eyes.
Down crashed the amorous gentleman, spluttering.
A foot, planted fair on his mouth, stifled his cry.
Before he could recover, the boy was through the port, on to the lugger, and had slipped into the sea, quiet as a water-rat.
Behind him a dreadful scream woke the ship.
"_Les depeches! Les depeches!_"
CHAPTER XLII
THE MAN IN THE BOAT
I
The ship awoke suddenly from her swoon.
An appalling clamour boiled up from the still waters.