CAPTAIN POTTERY AND CAPTAIN SETTLE.
"Now either I am mad or dreaming," thought I: for that the fellow had not heard our noise was to me starkly incredible. I stepp"d along the deck toward him: not an inch did he budge. I touch"d him on the shoulder.
He fac"d round with a quick start.
"Sir," said I, quick and low, before he could get a word out--"Sir, we are in your hands. I will be plain. To-night I have broke out of Bristol Keep, and the Colonel"s men are after me. Give me up to them, and they hang me to-morrow: give my comrade up, and they persecute her vilely. Now, sir, I know not which side you be, but there"s our case in a nutsh.e.l.l."
The man bent forward, displaying a huge, rounded face, very kindly about the eyes, and set atop of the oddest body in the world: for under a trunk extraordinary broad and strong, straddled & pair of legs that a baby would have disown"d--so thin and stunted were they, and (to make it the queerer) ended in feet the most prodigious you ever saw.
As I said, this man lean"d forward, and shouted into my ear so that I fairly leap"d in the air--
"My name"s Pottery--Bill Pottery, cap"n o" the _G.o.dsend_--an" you can"t make me hear, not if you bust yoursel"!"
You may think this put me in a fine quandary.
"I be deaf as nails!" bawl"d he.
"Twas horrible: for the troopers (I thought) if anywhere near, could not miss hearing him. His voice shook the very rigging.
"... An" o" my crew the half ash.o.r.e gettin" drunk, an" the half below in a very accomplished state o" liquor: so there"s no chance for "ee to speak!"
He paus"d a moment, then roared again---
"What a pity! "Cos you make me very curious--that you do!"
Luckily, at this moment, Delia had the sense to put a finger to her lip. The man wheel"d round without another word, led us aft over the blocks, cordage, and all manner of loose gear that enc.u.mber"d the deck, to a ladder that, toward the stern, led down into darkness.
Here he sign"d to us to follow; and, descending first, threw open a door, letting out a faint stream of light in our faces. "Twas the captain"s cabin, lin"d with cupboards and lockers: and the light came from an oil lamp hanging over a narrow deal table. By this light Captain Billy scrutiniz"d us for an instant: then, from one of his lockers, brought out pen, paper, and ink, and set them on the table before me.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Master Pottery shaking us both by the hand."]
I caught up the pen, dipp"d it, and began to write--
"I am John Marvel, a servant of King Charles; and this night am escap"d out of Bristol Castle. If you be--"
Thus far I had written without glancing up, in fear to read the disappointment of my hopes. But now the pen was caught suddenly from my fingers, the paper torn in shreds, and there was Master Pottery shaking us both by the hand, nodding and becking, and smiling the while all over his big red face.
But he ceas"d at last: and opening another of his lockers, drew forth a horn lantern, a mallet, and a chisel. Not a word was spoken as he lit the lantern and pa.s.s"d out of the cabin, Delia and I following at his heels.
Just outside, at the foot of the steps, he stoop"d, pull"d up a trap in the flooring, and disclos"d another ladder stretching, as it seem"d, down into the bowels of the ship. This we descended carefully; and found ourselves in the hold, pinching our noses "twixt finger and thumb.
For indeed the smell here was searching to a very painful degree: for the room was narrow, and every inch of it contested by two puissant essences, the one of raw wood, the other of bilge water.
With wool the place was pil"d: but also I notic"d, not far from the ladder, several casks set on their ends; and to these the captain led us.
They were about a dozen in all, stacked close together: and Master Pottery, rolling two apart from the rest, dragg"d them to another trap and tugg"d out the bungs. A stream of fresh water gush"d from each and splash"d down the trap into the bilge below. Then, having drained them, he stay"d in their heads with a few blows of his mallet.
His plan for us was clear. And in a very few minutes Delia and I were crouching on the timbers, each with a cask inverted over us, our noses at the bungholes and our ears listening to Master Pottery"s footsteps as they climb"d heavily back to deck. The rest of the casks were stack"d close round us, so that even had the gloom allow"d, we could see nothing at all.
"Jack!"
"Delia!"
"Dost feel heroical at all?"
"Not one whit. There"s a trickle of water running down my back, to begin with."
"And my nose it itches; and oh, what a hateful smell! Say something to me, Jack."
"My dear," said I, "there is one thing I"ve been longing these weeks to say: but this seems an odd place for it."
"What is"t?"
I purs"d up my lips to the bunghole, and---
"I love you," said I.
There was silence for a moment: and then, within Delia"s cask, the sound of m.u.f.fled laughter.
"Delia," I urg"d, "I mean it, upon my oath. Wilt marry me, sweetheart?"
"Must get out of this cask first. Oh, Jack, what a dear goose thou art!" And the laughter began again.
I was going to answer, when I heard a loud shouting overhead. "Twas the sound of someone hailing the ship, and thought I, "the troopers are on us!"
They were, in truth. Soon I heard the noise of feet above and a string of voices speaking one after another, louder and louder. And next Master Pottery began to answer up and drown"d all speech but his own. When he ceas"d, there was silence for some minutes: after which we heard a party descend to the cabin, and the trampling of their feet on the boards above us. They remain"d there some while discussing: and then came footsteps down the second ladder, and a twinkle of light reach"d me through the bunghole of my cask.
"Quick!" said a husky voice; "overhaul the cargo here!"
I heard some half dozen troopers bustling about the hold and tugging out the bales of wool.
"Hi!" call"d Master Pottery: "an" when you"ve done rummaging my ship, put everything back as you found it."
"Poke about with your swords," commanded the husky voice. "What"s in those barrels yonder?"
"Water, sergeant," answers a trooper, rolling out a couple.
"Nothing behind them?"
"No; they"re right against the side."
"Drop "em then. Plague on this business! "Tis my notion they"re a mile a-way, and Cap"n Stubbs no better than a fool to send us back here. He"s grudging promotion, that"s what he is! Hurry, there-- hurry!"
Ten minutes later, the searchers were gone; and we in our casks drawing long breaths of thankfulness and strong odors. And so we crouch"d till, about midnight, Captain Billy brought us down a supper of ship"s biscuit: which we crept forth to eat, being sorely cramp"d.
He could not hear our thanks: but guess"d them.
"Now say not a word! To-morrow we sail for Plymouth Sound: thence for Brittany. Hist! We be all King"s men aboard the _G.o.dsend_, tho"
hearing nought I says little. Yet I have my reasoning heresies, holding the Lord"s Anointed to be an anointed rogue, but nevertheless to be serv"d: just as aboard the _G.o.dsend_ I be Cap"n Billy an" you plain Jack, be your virtues what they may. An" the conclusion is--d.a.m.n all mutineers an" rebels! Tho", to be sure, the words be a bit l.u.s.ty for a young gentlewoman"s ears."