"Now, Luke Watts, how did ye make it out! They"ll hang ye, yet."
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE MARBLEHEAD TORY. ""Now, Luke Watts! they"ll hang ye yet," said Captain Avery."]
"No, they won"t," said Watts. "I"ve taken across ship after ship for "em. I"m a known Tory, ye know. Worst kind. I promised jest sech another good Tory, in London, though, that I"d try and deliver this cargo to the blasted rebels. It"s mostly guns, and ammunition, and clothing. I managed to git written orders from Captain Milliard, commandin" our convoy, to run through the Sound, contrary to my advice.
You see, he"s an opinionated man. I got him swearin" mad, and I had to obey, ye know. It has turned out jest as I warned him it would, and he can"t say a word."
"You"re a razor!" laughed Avery. "Then you tacked right over within easy reach of us, all reg"lar. Now! What are we to do with the crew?
We don"t want "em on sh.o.r.e."
"Well!" said Watts. "The "pressed men"ll jine ye, all of "em. They hate me like p"ison, for I da"sn"t let "em have a smell of how it really is. Take good care of Brackett, anyhow. He"s a prime seaman.
He saved one of our fellows from a floggin", once. All the rest o" the crew deserve somethin" better"n prison."
"Prison?" said Avery. "They"re not prisoners of war. I don"t want "em, even if they are. I wouldn"t hurt a hair o" their heads. I"m no butcher."
"Come on deck, then," said Watts, "and be kerful how you talk anythin"
but rough to me."
Up they went, to find both vessels sailing steadily away toward the mouth of the harbor. Already they were so near that a booming cannon from Fort Griswold informed that the _Noank"s_ success was joyfully understood on sh.o.r.e.
The crew of the _Windsor_ were now summoned up from their temporary confinement in the hold, and were ordered to get out their own longboat ready for launching. They were told that all British tars were to go free and to make the best of their way to New York or to the first British ship they might meet. The impressed Americans listened in silence, for every man of them knew that in case of his escape, even in this manner, there would be thenceforth a possible rope around his neck. Whether impressed or not, he was considered bound to stick to the British flag, come what might.
"Captain Watts," said the commander of the _Noank_, "do you demand these men? They are Americans."
"I do demand them," replied Watts. "You have no right to keep them, and they"ll all be hung as deserters."
"They can"t help themselves," said Captain Avery, furiously. "Sam Prentice, iron every one o" those "pressed men and put "em all down in the hold. If they try to git away, shoot "em. I"ll put "em ash.o.r.e or kill "em. You can"t have "em, Watts."
"That saves "em," whispered Watts to himself. "He"s another razor. I can report jist how they were took."
At all events, not one of the nine Americans made any resistance which called for shooting him.
"Now, Luke Watts," said the angry American privateer captain, "it"s your turn. You are taken in arms against your country. Sam Prentice, Levi Hotchkiss, Vine Avery, speak out! Shall we hang Luke Watts? Or shall we shoot him? Or shall we let him go?"
"We can"t safely let him go," began Sam. "He"s a dangerous traitor."
"I protest!" interrupted Mate Brackett, courageously. "He has only done his duty to his king. He wasn"t even serving on a ship of war.
You haven"t any right to hang him."
"You"re an Englishman," said Avery. "I didn"t ask you. Shut your mouth!"
"I won"t!" said Brackett; "not if you shoot me. If you hang Captain Watts, we"ll hang a dozen Yankees. We"ve plenty of "em, too. It"ll be blood for blood!"
"Father," said Vine, "let him go. All the men"d say so."
Behind him at that moment stood Up-na-tan, grinning ferociously, with his glittering long knife out.
"So! So! Up-na-tan!" he snarled. "Take "calp! No let him go. Knife good! Kill!"
None of the others were doing anything theatrical except the two captains, and all the while the longboat was hurriedly made ready for the short and entirely safe, but probably cold, uncomfortable voyage before them.
"Captain Luke Watts," said his captor, sternly, "I suppose I must let you go. Don"t let me ever ketch ye again, though. It"s time for us to hang Tories. Brackett, you and your men lower that boat and git into her, short order. Luke Watts can pilot you in. Start along, now.
Every man may take his own kit."
"Come on, Captain Watts," said the hearty British sailor. "Your shave"s been a narrer one. I thought you was bound for the yardarm, this time."
"I owe you something," replied Watts. "I"ll stand by ye, any day."
The queer piece of very good unprofessional acting was played to its ending. The longboat was lowered, the men got into her, with provisions for two days, and away she went, her own sail careening her as if it were in haste to get from under the brazen muzzles of the _Noank"s_ French guns.
"It"s awful to be a traitor," remarked Sam Prentice, gravely. "Who"d ha" thought it of a Marblehead man!"
"Sam!" said Lyme Avery, and the rest of his remark consisted of his right eye tightly shut and his left eye very wide open.
"Ugh! Good!" chuckled Up-na-tan, and Guert Ten Eyck laughed aloud.
Not for one moment had the subtle, keen-eyed red man been deceived, and Guert had caught the truth of it all from him.
"Not a word, Guert," said Captain Avery. "He may be able to do it again."
"Didn"t fool ole brack man," said Coco. "S"pose he "tone bline? Wen King George "ply ship tack right for New London, then it"s "cause he was "tendin" to go right there."
"No talk," said Up-na-tan. "Ole chief like Watt. He bring plenty powder for _Noank_ gun. Fort gun, too. Now schooner go to sea. Good!"
The impressed men were freed of their manacles as soon as the longboat was well away. They could be cheerful enough now, for the prudent management of Lyme Avery had made their necks safe, unless they should be taken by the British from an American armed ship.
Up the broad, beautiful harbor the _Noank_ and her prize sailed merrily, while guns from the fort batteries saluted her and crowds of patriotic New Londoners swarmed upon the piers and wharves to do full honor to so really important a success. At one pier head were gathered all the members ash.o.r.e of the Avery household.
"There he comes!" exclaimed Mrs. Avery; "Lyme"s in that boat; Guert and Vine are with him. Neither of them were hurt."
"I hope there wasn"t much fighting," said Guert"s mother. "I do so hate to have men killed."
"Anneke Ten Eyck," said Rachel Tarns, "thy wicked son hath once more aided the rebels in stealing a ship from thy good king. Thee has not brought him up well. He needeth instruction or he will become as bad as is the man George Washington himself, G.o.d bless him!"
CHAPTER III.
THE UNFORGOTTEN HERO.
More than one day"s work was required to ascertain the full value of the _Windsor_ as a bearer of supplies to the forts and ships of the United States, instead of to those of Great Britain.
"All the things the _Noank_ was short of," Captain Avery said, "are goin" into her now. There isn"t any secret to be kept concernin" her sailin" orders, either. She"s bound for the West Indies to see what she can do."
Perhaps it was at his own table that his plans and the reasons for them were most thoroughly discussed, but all his crew and their many advisers were satisfied, and a number of prime seamen who were not to go on this trip roundly declared their great envy of those who could.
"Tobacco," they said, "sugar, if it"s a home-bound trader. If it"s one from England, then Lyme"ll get loads o" "sorted stuff, such as they ship for the West Injy trade."