"Smash, man!" rejoined Harry; "wad you sit here on your hunkers, while your capital is in danger o" being robbed frae ye as simply as ye would snuff out a candle, and a" to escape a night"s doukin! Get up, man--get a boat--we maun to sea--we maun meet the lugger, or you and I are done men--clean ruined a"thegither. I hae risked the better part o" my bit f.a.n.n.y"s fortune upon this venture, and, Heaven! I"ll suffer death ten thousand-fold afore I see her brought to poverty; sae get a boat--get it--and if ye daurna gang out, and if nane o" your folk daur gang, Ned and me will gang our tow sels."
"Surely ye wad be mad, Harry, to attempt such a thing in an open boat to-night," said the Blyth merchant.
"Mad or no mad," answered Harry, "I hae said it, and I am determined.
There is nae danger yet wi" a man that knaws how to manage a boat. If ye gang pullin through thick and thin, through main strength and for bare life, as many of the folk upon our coast dee, then there is danger--but there is nae use for the like o" that. It isna enough to manage an oar; you must knaw how to humour the sea, and to manage a wave. Dinna think I"ve been at sea mair than thirty years without knawing something about the matter. But I tell you what it is, friend--ye knaw what the Bible says--"The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong;" now, the way to face breakers, or a storm at sea, is not to pull through desperation, as if your life depended on the pulling; but when you see a wave coming, ye must backwater and backwater, and not pull again until ye see an opportunity of gauin forward. It is the trusting to mere pulling, sir, that makes our life-boats useless. The rowers in a life-boat should study the sea as well as their oars. They should consider that they save life by watching the wave that breaks over the vessel, as well as by straining every nerve to reach her. Now, this is a stormy night, nae doubt, but we maun just consider ourselves gaun off to the lugger in the situation o" folk gaun off in a life-boat. We maun work cannily and warily, and I"ll tak the management o" the boat mysel."
"If ye dow that, master," said Ned Thomson, "then I gang wi" ye to a dead certainty."
"Well, Harry," replied the merchant, "if it maun be sae, it just maun be sae; but I think it a rash and a dangerous undertaking. I wad sooner risk a" that I have on board."
"Why, man, I really wonder to hear ye," said Harry; "folk wad say that ye had been swaddled in lambs" wool a" your life, and nursed on your mother"s knee. Get a boat, and let us off to the lugger, and nae mair about it."
His orders were obeyed; and, about an hour after sunset, himself, with Ned Thomson, the merchant, and four others, put off to sea. They had indeed embarked upon a perilous voyage--before they were a mile from the sh.o.r.e, the wind blew a perfect hurricane, and the waves chased each other in circles, like monsters at play. Still Harry guided the boat with unerring skill. He ordered them to draw back from the bursting wave--they rose over it--he rendered it subservient to his purpose. Within two hours he descried the lights of the lugger. He knew them, for he had given directions for their use, and similar lights were hoisted from the cobble which he steered.
"All"s well!" said Harry, and in his momentary joy he forgot the tempestuous sea in which they laboured. They reached the lugger--they gained the deck.
"Put back, friend--put back," was the first salutation of Harry to the skipper; "the camp is blown, and there are sharks along sh.o.r.e."
"The devil!" replied the captain, who was an Englishman; "and what shall we do?"
"Back, back," answered Harry; "that is all in the meantime."
But the storm now raged with more fierceness--it was impossible for the boat to return to the sh.o.r.e, and Harry and his comrades were compelled to put to sea with the lugger. Even she became in danger, and it required the exertions of all hands to manage her.
The storm continued until near daybreak, and the vessel had plied many miles from the sh.o.r.e; but as day began to dawn, and the storm abated, an enemy that they feared more appeared within a quarter-of-a-mile from them, in the shape of a cutter-brig. A gun was fired from the latter, as a signal for the lugger to lie to. Consternation seized the crew, and they hurried to and fro upon the deck in confusion.
"Clear the decks!" cried the skipper; "they shan"t get all without paying for it. Look to the guns, my hearties."
"Avast! Master Skipper," said Harry; "though my property be in danger, I see no cause why I should put my neck in danger too. It will be time enough to fight when we canna better dow; and if we can keep them in play a" day there will be sma" danger in wur gi"en them the slip at night."
"As you like, Mr Teasdale," said the skipper; "all"s one to me. Helm about, my lad," added he, addressing the steersman, and away went the lugger, as an arrow, scudding before the wind.
The cutter made all sail, and gave chase, firing shot after shot. She was considered one of the fastest vessels in the service; and though, on the part of Harry and his friends, every nerve was strained, every sail hoisted, and every manoeuvre used, they could not keep the lugger out of harm"s way. Every half-hour he looked at his watch, and wished for night, and his friend, the skipper, followed his example.
There was a hot chase for several hours; and, though tubs of brandy were thrown overboard by the dozen, still the whizzing bullets from the cutter pa.s.sed over the heads of the smugglers. It ought to be mentioned, also, that the rigging of the lugger had early sustained damage, and her speed was checked. About sunset a shot injured her rudder, and she became for a time, as Harry described her, "as helpless as a child." The cutter instantly bore down upon her.
"Now for it, my lads!" cried the skipper; "there is nothing for it but fighting now--I suppose that is what you mean, Master Teasdale?"
Harry nodded his head, and quietly drew his pistols from the breast-pocket of his greatcoat; and then added--
"Now, lads, this is a bad job, but we must try to make the best on"t, and, as we hae gone thus far" (and he discharged a pistol at the cutter as he spoke), "ye knaw it is o" nae use to think o"
yielding--it is better to be shot than hanged."
In a few minutes the firing of the cutter was returned by the lugger, from two large guns and a number of small-arms. Harry, in the midst of the smoke and flame of the action, and the havoc of the bullets, was as cool and collected as if smoking his pipe upon the beach at Embleton.
"See to get the helm repaired, lad, as fast as ye can," said he to the carpenter, while in the act of reloading his pistols. "Let us fight away, but mind ye your awn wark."
Harry"s was the philosophy of courage, mingled with the calculations of worldly wisdom.
The firing had been kept up on both sides for the s.p.a.ce of half-an-hour, and the decks of both were stained with the blood of the wounded, when a party from the brig, headed by her first mate, succeeded in boarding the lugger. Harry seized a cutla.s.s which lay unsheathed by the side of the companion, and was the first who rushed forward to repel them.
"Out o" my ship, ye thieves!" cried he, while, with his long arm, he brandished the deadly weapon, and for a moment forgot his habitual discretion.
Others of the crew instantly sprang to the a.s.sistance of Harry; and, after a short but desperate encounter, the invaders were driven from the deck, leaving their chief mate, insensible from wounds, behind them.
The rudder being repaired so as to render her manageable, the lugger kept up a sort of retreating fight until night set in, when, as Harry said, "she gave the cutter the slip like a knotless thread."
But now a disagreeable question arose amongst them, and that was, what they should do with the wounded officer, who had been left as a prize in their hands--though a prize that they would much rather have been without. Some wished that he might die of his wounds, and so they would get rid of him; for they were puzzled how to dispose of him in such a way as not to lead to their detection, and place their lives in jeopardy. Harry was on his knees by the side of the officer, washing his wounds with Riga balsam, of which they had a store on board, and binding them up, when one desperate fellow cut short the perplexity and discussion of the crew, by proposing to fling their _prize_ overboard.
On hearing the brutal proposal, Harry sprang to his feet, and hurling out his long bony arm, he exclaimed, "Ye savage!" and, dashing his fist in the face of the ruffian, felled him to the deck.
The man (if we may call one who could entertain so inhuman an idea by the name of man) rose, bleeding, growling, and muttering threats of revenge.
"Ye"ll blab, will ye?" said Harry, eyeing him fiercely; "threaten to dow it again, and there"s the portion that"s waiting for yur neck!"
and, as he spoke, he pointed with his finger to the cross-tree of the lugger, and added, "and ye knaw that the same reward awaits ye if ye set yur weel-faur"d face ash.o.r.e! Out o" my sight, ye "scape-the-gallows!"
For three days and nights, after her encounter with the brig, the lugger kept out to sea; and on the fourth night, which was thick, dark, and starless, Harry resolved to risk all; and, desiring the skipper to stand for the sh.o.r.e, all but run her aground on Embleton beach. No light was hoisted, no signal given. Harry held up his finger, and every soul in the lugger was mute as death. A boat was lowered in silence, and four of the crew being placed under the command of Ned Thomson, pulled ash.o.r.e. The boat flew quickly, but the oars seemed only to kiss the water, and no sound audible at the distance of five yards proceeded from their stroke.
"Now, pull back quietly, mates," said Ned, "and I"ll be aboard wi"
some o" wur awn folks in a twinkling."
It was between one and two in the morning, and there was no outward sign amongst the fishermen of Embleton that they were on the alert for the arrival of a smuggler. The party who gave information to the cutter having missed Harry for a few days, justly imagined that he had obtained notice of what they had done; and also believed that he had ordered the cargo to be delivered on some other part of the coast, and they therefore were off their guard. Ned, therefore, proceeded to the village; and, at the houses of certain friends, merely gave three distinct and peculiar taps with his fingers upon their shutterless windows, from none of which, if I may use the expression, proceeded even the _shadow_ of light; but no sooner was the last tap given upon each, than it was responded to by a low cough from within. No words pa.s.sed; and at one window only was Ned detained for a s.p.a.ce exceeding ten seconds, and that was at the house of his master, Harry Teasdale.
f.a.n.n.y had slept but little since her father left; when she sought rest for an hour, it was during the day, and she now sat anxiously watching every sound. On hearing the understood signal, she sprang to the door.
"Edward!" she whispered, eagerly, "is it you?--where is my father?--what has detained him?"
"Don"t be asking questions now, Miss f.a.n.n.y--sure it is very foolish,"
replied Ned, in the same tone; "Master will be here by and by; but ye knaw we have bonny wark to dow afore daylight yet. Gud-nicht, hinny."
So saying, Ned stole softly along the village; and, within half-an-hour, half-a-dozen boats were alongside the lugger; and, an hour before daybreak, every tub and every bale on board was safely landed and stowed away.
Yet, after she was a clean ship, there was one awkward business that still remained to be settled, and that was how they were to dispose of the wounded officer of the cutter-brig. A consultation was held--many opinions were given.
"At ony rate we must act like Christians," said Harry.
Some proposed that he should be taken over to Holland and landed there; but this the skipper positively refused to do, swearing that the sooner he could get rid of such a customer the better.
"Why, I canna tell," said Ned Thomson; "but what dow ye say, if we just take him ash.o.r.e, and lay him at the door o" the awd rascal that gied information on us?"
"Capital!" cried two or three of the conclave; "that"s just the ticket, Ned!"
"Nonsense!" interrupted Harry, "it"s nae such thing. Man, Ned, I wonder that sic a clever chap as ye aye talks like a fool. Why, ye might as weel go and ask them to tak you and me off to Morpeth before dinner-time, as to lay him at their door this morning."
"Well, Master Teasdale," said the skipper, who was becoming impatient, "what would you have us to do with him?"
"Why, I see there"s naething for it," answered Harry, "but I maun tak the burden o" him upon my awn shouthers. Get the boat ready." So saying, and while it was yet dark, he entered the cabin where the wounded officer lay, but who was now conscious of his situation.
"I say, my canny lad," said Harry, approaching his bedside, and addressing him, "ye maun allow me to tie a bit handkerchur owre yur een for a quarter-of-an-hour or sae.--Ye needna be feared, for there"s naething shall happen ye--but only, in looking after yur gud, I maunna lose sight o" my awn. You shall be ta"en ash.o.r.e as gently as we can."
The wounded man was too feeble to offer any resistance, and Harry, binding up his eyes, wrapped the clothes on the bed around him, and carried him in his arms upon deck. In the same manner he placed him in the boat, supporting him with his arm, and, on reaching the sh.o.r.e, he bore him on his shoulders to his house.