The first exercise of the Captain"s power was to make known to Magnus Troil that he was at full freedom to depart--that he was willing to make him any compensation in his power, for the interruption of his voyage to Kirkwall; and that Captain Cleveland was desirous, if agreeable to Mr.
Troil, to pay his respects to him on board his brig--thank him for former favours, and apologize for the circ.u.mstances attending his detention.
To Bunce, who, as the most civilized of the crew, Cleveland had intrusted this message, the old plain-dealing Udaller made the following answer: "Tell your Captain that I should be glad to think he had never stopped any one upon the high sea, save such as have suffered as little as I have. Say, too, that if we are to continue friends, we shall be most so at a distance; for I like the sound of his cannon-b.a.l.l.s as little by sea, as he would like the whistle of a bullet by land from my rifle-gun. Say, in a word, that I am sorry I was mistaken in him, and that he would have done better to have reserved for the Spaniard the usage he is bestowing on his countrymen."
"And so that is your message, old Snapcholerick?" said Bunce--"Now, stap my vitals if I have not a mind to do your errand for you over the left shoulder, and teach you more respect for gentlemen of fortune! But I won"t, and chiefly for the sake of your two pretty wenches, not to mention my old friend Claud Halcro, the very visage of whom brought back all the old days of scene-shifting and candle-snuffing. So good morrow to you, Gaffer Seal"s-cap, and all is said that need pa.s.s between us."
No sooner did the boat put off with the pirates, who left the brig, and now returned to their own vessel, than Magnus, in order to avoid reposing unnecessary confidence in the honour of these gentlemen of fortune, as they called themselves, got his brig under way; and, the wind coming favourably round, and increasing as the sun rose, he crowded all sail for Scalpa-flow, intending there to disembark and go by land to Kirkwall, where he expected to meet his daughters and his friend Claud Halcro.
FOOTNOTES:
[39] A _well_, in the language of those seas, denotes one of the whirlpools, or circular eddies, which wheel and boil with astonishing strength, and are very dangerous. Hence the distinction, in old English, betwixt _wells_ and _waves_, the latter signifying the direct onward course of the tide, and the former the smooth, gla.s.sy, oily-looking whirlpools, whose strength seems to the eye almost irresistible.
[40] Note VII.--The Standing Stones of Stennis.
CHAPTER XIX.
Now, Emma, now the last reflection make, What thou wouldst follow, what thou must forsake By our ill-omen"d stars and adverse Heaven, No middle object to thy choice is given.
_Henry and Emma._
The sun was high in heaven; the boats were busily fetching off from the sh.o.r.e the promised supply of provisions and water, which, as many fishing skiffs were employed in the service, were got on board with unexpected speed, and stowed away by the crew of the sloop, with equal dispatch. All worked with good will; for all, save Cleveland himself, were weary of a coast, where every moment increased their danger, and where, which they esteemed a worse misfortune, there was no booty to be won. Bunce and Derrick took the immediate direction of this duty, while Cleveland, walking the deck alone, and in silence, only interfered from time to time, to give some order which circ.u.mstances required, and then relapsed into his own sad reflections.
There are two sorts of men whom situations of guilt, terror, and commotion, bring forward as prominent agents. The first are spirits so naturally moulded and fitted for deeds of horror, that they stalk forth from their lurking-places like actual demons, to work in their native element, as the hideous apparition of the Bearded Man came forth at Versailles, on the memorable 5th October, 1789, the delighted executioner of the victims delivered up to him by a bloodthirsty rabble.
But Cleveland belonged to the second cla.s.s of these unfortunate beings, who are involved in evil rather by the concurrence of external circ.u.mstances than by natural inclination, being, indeed, one in whom his first engaging in this lawless mode of life, as the follower of his father, nay, perhaps, even his pursuing it as his father"s avenger, carried with it something of mitigation and apology;--one also who often considered his guilty situation with horror, and had made repeated, though ineffectual efforts, to escape from it.
Such thoughts of remorse were now rolling in his mind, and he may be forgiven, if recollections of Minna mingled with and aided them. He looked around, too, on his mates, and, profligate and hardened as he knew them to be, he could not think of their paying the penalty of his obstinacy. "We shall be ready to sail with the ebb tide," he said to himself--"why should I endanger these men, by detaining them till the hour of danger, predicted by that singular woman, shall arrive? Her intelligence, howsoever acquired, has been always strangely accurate; and her warning was as solemn as if a mother were to apprize an erring son of his crimes, and of his approaching punishment. Besides, what chance is there that I can again see Minna? She is at Kirkwall, doubtless, and to hold my course thither would be to steer right upon the rocks. No, I will not endanger these poor fellows--I will sail with the ebb tide. On the desolate Hebrides, or on the north-west coast of Ireland, I will leave the vessel, and return hither in some disguise--yet why should I return, since it will perhaps be only to see Minna the bride of Mordaunt? No--let the vessel sail with this ebb tide without me. I will abide and take my fate."
His meditations were here interrupted by Jack Bunce, who, hailing him n.o.ble Captain, said they were ready to sail when he pleased.
"When _you_ please, Bunce; for I shall leave the command with you, and go ash.o.r.e at Stromness," said Cleveland.
"You shall do no such matter, by Heaven!" answered Bunce. "The command with me, truly! and how the devil am I to get the crew to obey _me_?
Why, even d.i.c.k Fletcher rides rusty on me now and then. You know well enough that, without you, we shall be all at each other"s throats in half an hour; and, if you desert us, what a rope"s end does it signify whether we are destroyed by the king"s cruisers, or by each other? Come, come, n.o.ble Captain, there are black-eyed girls enough in the world, but where will you find so tight a sea-boat as the little Favourite here, manned as she is with a set of tearing lads,
"Fit to disturb the peace of all the world, And rule it when "tis wildest?""
"You are a precious fool, Jack Bunce," said Cleveland, half angry, and, in despite of himself, half diverted, by the false tones and exaggerated gesture of the stage-struck pirate.
"It may be so, n.o.ble Captain," answered Bunce, "and it may be that I have my comrades in my folly. Here are you, now, going to play All for Love, and the World well Lost, and yet you cannot bear a harmless bounce in blank verse--Well, I can talk prose for the matter, for I have news enough to tell--and strange news, too--ay, and stirring news to boot."
"Well, prithee deliver them (to speak thy own cant) like a man of this world."
"The Stromness fishers will accept nothing for their provisions and trouble," said Bunce--"there is a wonder for you!"
"And for what reason, I pray?" said Cleveland; "it is the first time I have ever heard of cash being refused at a seaport."
"True--they commonly lay the charges on as thick as if they were caulking. But here is the matter. The owner of the brig yonder, the father of your fair Imoinda, stands paymaster, by way of thanks for the civility with which we treated his daughters, and that we may not meet our due, as he calls it, on these sh.o.r.es."
"It is like the frank-hearted old Udaller!" said Cleveland; "but is he at Stromness? I thought he was to have crossed the island for Kirkwall."
"He did so purpose," said Bunce; "but more folks than King Duncan change the course of their voyage. He was no sooner ash.o.r.e than he was met with by a meddling old witch of these parts, who has her finger in every man"s pie, and by her counsel he changed his purpose of going to Kirkwall, and lies at anchor for the present in yonder white house, that you may see with your gla.s.s up the lake yonder. I am told the old woman clubbed also to pay for the sloop"s stores. Why she should sh.e.l.l out the boards I cannot conceive an idea, except that she is said to be a witch, and may befriend us as so many devils."
"But who told you all this?" said Cleveland, without using his spy-gla.s.s, or seeming so much interested in the news as his comrade had expected.
"Why," replied Bunce, "I made a trip ash.o.r.e this morning to the village, and had a can with an old acquaintance, who had been sent by Master Troil to look after matters, and I fished it all out of him, and more, too, than I am desirous of telling you, n.o.ble Captain."
"And who is your intelligencer?" said Cleveland; "has he got no name?"
"Why, he is an old, fiddling, foppish acquaintance of mine, called Halcro, if you must know," said Bunce.
"Halcro!" echoed Cleveland, his eyes sparkling with surprise--"Claud Halcro?--why, he went ash.o.r.e at Inganess with Minna and her sister--Where are they?"
"Why, that is just what I did not want to tell you," replied the confidant--"yet hang me if I can help it, for I cannot baulk a fine situation.--That start had a fine effect--O ay, and the spy-gla.s.s is turned on the House of Stennis _now_!--Well, yonder they are, it must be confessed--indifferently well guarded, too. Some of the old witch"s people are come over from that mountain of an island--Hoy, as they call it; and the old gentleman has got some fellows under arms himself. But what of all that, n.o.ble Captain!--give you but the word, and we snap up the wenches to-night--clap them under hatches--man the capstern by daybreak--up topsails--and sail with the morning tide."
"You sicken me with your villainy," said Cleveland, turning away from him.
"Umph!--villainy, and sicken you!" said Bunce--"Now, pray, what have I said but what has been done a thousand times by gentlemen of fortune like ourselves?"
"Mention it not again," said Cleveland; then took a turn along the deck, in deep meditation, and, coming back to Bunce, took him by the hand, and said, "Jack, I will see her once more."
"With all my heart," said Bunce, sullenly.
"Once more will I see her, and it may be to abjure at her feet this cursed trade, and expiate my offences"----
"At the gallows!" said Bunce, completing the sentence--"With all my heart!--confess and be hanged is a most reverend proverb."
"Nay--but, dear Jack!" said Cleveland.
"Dear Jack!" answered Bunce, in the same sullen tone--"a dear sight you have been to dear Jack. But hold your own course--I have done with caring for you for ever--I should but sicken you with my villainous counsels."
"Now, must I soothe this silly fellow as if he were a spoiled child,"
said Cleveland, speaking at Bunce, but not to him; "and yet he has sense enough, and bravery enough, too; and, one would think, kindness enough to know that men don"t pick their words during a gale of wind."
"Why, that"s true, Clement," said Bunce, "and there is my hand upon it--And, now I think upon"t, you shall have your last interview, for it"s out of my line to prevent a parting scene; and what signifies a tide--we can sail by to-morrow"s ebb as well as by this."
Cleveland sighed, for Norna"s prediction rushed on his mind; but the opportunity of a last meeting with Minna was too tempting to be resigned either for presentiment or prediction.
"I will go presently ash.o.r.e to the place where they all are," said Bunce; "and the payment of these stores shall serve me for a pretext; and I will carry any letters or message from you to Minna with the dexterity of a valet de chambre."
"But they have armed men--you may be in danger," said Cleveland.
"Not a whit--not a whit," replied Bunce. "I protected the wenches when they were in my power; I warrant their father will neither wrong me, nor see me wronged."