"None in the least," replied Rudyerd. "I have thought of promoting Potter for some time past. Make the change by all means."
"Please, sir," said Williamson, approaching at that moment, "I"ve just been at the top of the building an" observed a French schooner bearing down from the south-west."
"Well, what of that?" demanded Rudyerd.
"Why, sir," said Williamson with some hesitation in his manner, "p"raps it"s a man-of-war, sir."
"And if it be so, what then?" said Rudyerd with a smile; "you don"t suppose they"ll fire a broadside at an unfinished lighthouse, do you? or are you afraid they"ll take the Eddystone Rock in tow, and carry you into a French port?"
"I don"t know, sir," replied Williamson with an offended look; "I only thought that as we are at war with France just now, it was my duty to report what I had seen."
"Quite right, quite right," replied Rudyerd, good-humouredly, "I"ll record the fact in our journal. Meanwhile see that the men don"t have their attention taken up with it."
By this time the small boat, which the chief engineer had ordered to come off to take him on sh.o.r.e, was alongside the rock. The swell had risen so much that although there was not a breath of wind, the surf was beating violently on the south-west side, and even in the sheltered nook, which was styled by courtesy the harbour, there was sufficient commotion to render care in fending off with the boat-hook necessary.
Meanwhile the men wrought like tigers, taking no note of their chief"s departure--all, except Williamson, being either ignorant of, or indifferent to, the gradual approach of the French schooner, which drifted slowly towards them with the tide.
Thus work and time went on quietly. Towards the afternoon, Teddy Maroon wiped the perspiration from his heated brow and looked abroad upon the sea, while the large hook of his crane was descending for another stone.
An expression of intense earnestness wrinkled his visage as he turned suddenly to s...o...b.., his companion at the windla.s.s, and exclaimed:--
"Sure that"s a Frenchman over there."
"That"s wot it is, Ted, an" no mistake," said s...o...b... "I had a"most forgot about the war and the Mounseers."
"Ah then, it"s not goin" to attack us ye are, is it? Never!" exclaimed Teddy in surprise, observing that two boats had been lowered from the schooner"s davits into which men were crowding.
The question was answered in a way that could not be misunderstood. A puff of white smoke burst from the vessel"s side, and a cannon shot went skipping over the sea close past the lighthouse, at the same time the French flag was run up and the two boats, pushing off, made straight for the rock.
Teddy and his comrade ran down to the foot of the building, where the other men were arming themselves hastily with crowbars and large chips of stone. Marshalling the men together, the a.s.sistant engineer, who was a fiery little fellow, explained to them how they ought to act.
"My lads," said he, "the surf has become so strong, by good luck, that it is likely to capsize the enemy"s boats before they get here. In which case they"ll be comfortably drowned, and we can resume our work; but if they manage to reach the rock, we"ll retire behind the lighthouse to keep clear of their musket b.a.l.l.s; and, when they attempt to land, rush at "em, and heave "em all into the sea. It"s like enough that they"re more numerous than we, but you all know that one Englishman is a match for three Frenchmen any day."
A general laugh and cheer greeted this address, and then they all took shelter behind the lighthouse. Meanwhile, the two boats drew near. The lightest one was well in advance. On it came, careering on the crest of a large gla.s.sy wave. Now was the time for broaching-to and upsetting, but the boat was cleverly handled. It was launched into the "harbour"
on a sea of foam.
Most of the Englishmen, on seeing this, ran to oppose the landing.
"Surrender!" shouted an officer with a large moustache, standing up in the bow of the boat.
"Never!" replied Mr Franks, defiantly.
"Hooray!" yelled Teddy Maroon, flourishing his crowbar.
At this the officer gave an order: the Frenchmen raised their muskets, and the Englishmen scampered back to their place of shelter, laughing like school-boys engaged in wild play. Teddy Maroon, whose fertile brain was always devising some novelty or other, ran up to his old post at the windla.s.s, intending to cast a large ma.s.s of stone into the boat when it neared the rock, hoping thereby to knock a hole through its bottom; but before he reached his perch, a breaker burst into the harbour and overturned the boat, leaving her crew to struggle towards the rock. Some of them were quickly upon it, grappling with the Englishmen who rushed forward to oppose the landing. Seeing this, Teddy hurled his ma.s.s of stone at the head of an unfortunate Frenchman, whom he narrowly missed, and then, uttering a howl, ran down to join in the fray. The French commander, a powerful man, was met knee-deep in the water, by Isaac Dorkin, whom he struck down with the hilt of his sword, and poor Isaac"s grumbling career would certainly have come to an end then and there, had not John Potter, who had already hurled two Frenchmen back into the sea, run to the rescue, and, catching his friend by the hair of the head, dragged him on the rock. At that moment Teddy Maroon dashed at the French officer, caught his uplifted sword-arm by the wrist, and pushed him back into the sea just as he was in the act of making a savage cut at John Potter. Before the latter had dragged his mate quite out of danger he was grappled with by another Frenchman, and they fell struggling to the ground, while a third came up behind Teddy with a boat-hook, and almost took him by surprise; but Teddy turned in time, caught the boat-hook in his left hand, and, flattening the Frenchman"s nose with his right, tumbled him over and ran to a.s.sist in repelling another party of the invaders who were making good their landing at the other side of the rock.
Thus the "skrimmage," as John Potter styled it, became general.
Although out-numbered, the Englishmen were getting the best of it, when the second boat plunged into the so-called harbour, and in a few seconds the rock was covered with armed men. Of course the Englishmen were overpowered. Their tools were collected and put into the boat. With some difficulty the first boat was righted. The Englishmen were put into it, with a strong guard of marines, and then the whole party were carried on board the French schooner, which turned out to be a privateer.
Thus were the builders of the Eddystone lighthouse carried off as prisoners of war to France, and their feelings may be gathered from the last remark of Teddy Maroon, who, as the white cliffs of England were fading from his view, exclaimed bitterly, "Och hone! I"ll never see owld Ireland no more!"
Note. It may be as well to state, at this point, that the incidents here related, and indeed all the important incidents of our tale, are founded on, we believe, well authenticated facts.
CHAPTER FOUR.
UNLOOKED-FOR DELIVERANCE.
Behold, then, our lighthouse-builders entering a French port; Teddy Maroon looking over the side of the vessel at the pier to which they are drawing near, and grumbling sternly at his sad fate; John Potter beside him, with his arms crossed, his eyes cast down, and his thoughts far away with the opinionated Martha and the ingenious Tommy; Mr Franks and the others standing near; all dismal and silent.
"You not seem for like ver moche to see la belle France," said the French officer with the huge moustache, addressing Teddy.
"It"s little Teddy Maroon cares whether he sees Bell France or Betsy France," replied the Irishman, impudently. "No thanks _to you_ aither for givin" me the chance. Sure it"s the likes o" you that bring war into disgrace intirely; goin" about the say on yer own hook, plunderin"
right an" left. It"s pirate, and not privateers, ye should be called, an" it"s myself that would string ye all at the yard-arm av I only had me own way."
"Hah!" exclaimed the Frenchman, with a scowl: "but by goot fortune you not have your own vay. Perhaps you change you mind ven you see de inside of French prisons, ha!"
"Perhaps I won"t; ha!" cried Teddy, mimicking his captor. "Go away wid yez, an" attind to yer own business."
The Frenchman turned angrily away. In a few seconds more they were alongside the pier, and a gangway was run on board.
The first man who stepped on this gangway was a tall powerful gendarme, with a huge c.o.c.ked hat, and a long cavalry sabre, the steel scabbard of which clattered magnificently as he stalked along. Now it chanced that this dignified official slipped his foot on the gangway, and, to the horror of all observers, fell into the water.
Impulsiveness was a part of Teddy Maroon"s enthusiastic nature. He happened to be gazing in admiration at the gendarme when he fell. In another moment he had plunged overboard after him, caught him by the collar, and held him up.
The gendarme could not swim. In the first agony of fear he threw about his huge limbs, and almost drowned his rescuer.
"Be aisy, won"t "ee!" shouted Ted, holding him at arm"s length, and striving to keep out of his grasp. At the same time he dealt him a hearty cuff on the ear.
The words and the action appeared to have a sedative effect on the gendarme, who at once became pa.s.sive, and in a few minutes the rescuer and the rescued stood dripping on the schooner"s deck.
"Thank "ee, my friend," said the gendarme in English, extending his hand.
"Och, ye"re an Irishman!" exclaimed Teddy eagerly, as he grasped the offered hand. "But sure," he added, in an altered tone, dropping the hand and glancing at the man"s uniform, "ye must be a poor-spirited craitur to forsake yer native land an" become a mounseer."
"Ireland is not my native land, and I am not an Irishman," said the gendarme, with a smile. "My mother was Irish, but my father was French, and I was born in Paris. It is true that I spent many years in Ireland among my mother"s relations, so that I speak your language, but I am more French than Irish."
"Humph! more"s the pity," said Teddy. "If there was but wan drop o" me blood Irish an" all the rest o" me French, I"d claim to be an Irishman.
If I"d known what ye was I"d have let ye sink, I would. Go along: I don"t think much of yez."
"Perhaps not," replied the gendarme, twirling his long moustache with a good-humoured smile; "nevertheless I think a good deal of you, my fine fellow. Farewell, I shall see you again."
"Ye needn"t trouble yerself," replied Teddy, flinging off, testily.
It was quite evident that the unfortunate Irishman found it hard to get reconciled to his fate. He could scarcely be civil to his mates in misfortune, and felt a strong disposition to wrench the sword from his captor"s hand, cut off his moustached head, and then, in the language of desperate heroes of romance, "sell his life dearly." He refrained, however, and was soon after marched along with his mates to the stronghold of the port, at the door of which the French commander handed them over to the jailor, wishing Teddy all health and happiness, with a broad grin, as he bid him farewell.
Our unfortunates crossed a stone court with walls that appeared to rise into the clouds; then they traversed a dark stone pa.s.sage, at the end of which stood an open door with a small stone cell beyond. Into this they were desired to walk, and as several bayonet points glittered in the pa.s.sage behind them, they felt constrained to obey. Then locks were turned, and bars were drawn, and bolts were shot. The heavy heels of the jailer and guard were heard retiring. More locks and bars and bolts were turned and drawn and shot at the farther end of the stone pa.s.sage, after which all remained still as the grave.
"Och hone!" groaned Teddy, looking round at his companions, as he sat on a stone seat, the picture of despair: "To be kilt is a trifle; to fight is a pleasure; to be hanged is only a little trying to the narves. But to be shut up in a stone box in a furrin land--"