Tom lost no time in informing his father of the destination of his pa.s.sengers, and of the offer which he had made them.
"That"s right, my boy," said the old tar--"it"s our duty to a.s.sist our fellow-men as much as is in our power--and never have I seed two persons whom I would be inclined to a.s.sist so much as that old man and his daughter."
The wind, which had been favourable for them hitherto, now chopped about, by degrees, till at last it blew in a direction exactly opposite to their course.
"This is unfortunate," said old Bill, as he gave his reluctant orders to alter the vessel"s course, and to take in the studding-sails, which were hanging flapping in wild disorder, as the wind headed them. These, however, were speedily taken in, and the other evolutions performed, so as to enable the vessel to ply to windward. On the morning of the third day, the _Tweed_ was abreast of Boston Deeps, with the wind still at north-east. To leeward of her, about five miles, were the _Olive_ and the _Princess Charlotte_, the other two smacks. Tom had the watch on deck, and was steering the vessel--whilst the sailors were sitting forward on the windla.s.s, with their hands across their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and uttering, at intervals, a few words to each other. One man alone stood apart from the rest, upon the starboard quarter, who seemed, by his intense gaze, to be trying to make out some vessel at a distance. After gazing for a few moments, he took two or three hasty steps along the deck, and again came back to his place, and gave another look. At length, apparently not able to satisfy himself as to the object of his scrutiny, he came up to the companion, and took from thence the gla.s.s, which, having adjusted, he made a sweep across the horizon, till it bore upon the object of his search.
"What do you see there?" asked Tom, of the sailor.
"Something that I doesn"t like," replied Bill Mossman; "I am much mistaken if there isn"t a ship shaping a course to cut us off from the other smacks."
The other sailors, hearing the conversation, now came aft, and took part in it.
"Here," said Tom, "take the helm a moment, and give me the gla.s.s."
Tom accordingly, seizing the gla.s.s, took a look at the vessel, and continued, for a few moments, silently scanning her, in spite of the interrogatories which were poured in upon him by the sailors, as to the appearance of the stranger.
"Call up my father," were the first words of Tom; "I don"t like the look of that vessel. Although she is at a great distance, yet I can make her out not to be a merchantman; and, besides, what does she mean by steering direct for us? Her movements are, at all events, suspicious."
At this moment, old Bill came upon deck, and, after a scrutinizing glance through the gla.s.s, he ascended the rigging. There he had not continued long, when he bawled down to the deck, in a voice of thunder--"That he might be blowed if he didn"t think that she was one of the rascally French privateers."
This announcement threw the whole of the seamen into the utmost dismay, and then ensued a scene of confusion which would baffle all description.
Half-a-dozen voices were heard at once, recommending different things, whilst each appeared too fond of delivering his own opinion, to listen to that of his neighbour. The voice of old Bill, however, who had again descended, soon restored order.
"This is most unlucky," said he. "This blackguard means to cut us off from our comrades; he has got the weather gage of them, and for us to run down to them would be to run ourselves into the lion"s mouth. But never fear, my lads," continued the old tar, in a more cheerful tone; "we may contrive to give the Frenchman the slip, for all that."
"Had we not better make the signal for the other smacks to join as fast as possible?" asked Tom.
"That"s right," said his father. "Bend the signal haulyards, and send up the ensign, with the union down."
"Ay, ay, sir," responded the men, in whose minds the a.s.sured tone of their captain had inspired confidence; and, in a minute, the British ensign was unfurled to the breeze; but, as the captain had ordered, with the union downwards, which had been the preconcerted signal for joining.
The signal was immediately answered by the smacks; but they were too far astern to afford any reasonable hope of immediate a.s.sistance.
Nevertheless, old Bill proceeded, with his accustomed coolness, to give his order for clearing his ship for action.
The _Tweed_ was a large, powerful smack; and although, of course, not fitted out for war, yet, on her deck were displayed half-a-dozen twelve-pound carronades, which, however unfitted for an engagement at a great distance, yet, in a running fight, and at a short stretch, were capable of doing, what brother Jonathan would call, "pretty considerable execution." They were also well provided with ammunition of all sorts; and, although not a match in the number of men for the Frenchmen--which would, if a privateer, in all probability be crowded--yet old Bill, as he glanced his eye over his thirteen hardy fellows, who were looking to him for orders, felt a.s.sured that, if not victory, at least escape might be possible.
"Get the ship clear, my lads," shouted he; "take in the jibtopsail--it will do more harm than good--slue round the guns, and get the lashings off them."
These orders were speedily executed; and everything which was not absolutely necessary was removed off the deck. The ropes were all coiled out of the way, and the men took off their upper jackets, and remained in their trowsers and shirts. The ammunition was now handed upon deck, and the guns were soon loaded with a full dose of grape and canister.
"Now, my lads, keep the ports closed, till I give you the word. I want to make the privateer think we are not armed, or that we have not made him out."
Two of the sailors, at this moment, came from below, bringing, each of them, a couple of muskets, which old Bill immediately ordered again to be taken below, adding, that they could only be useful in case of close quarters, in which they could never hope to cope with the Frenchman, so that they would only be an enc.u.mbrance. Every arrangement seemed now made, which prudence could suggest. Two men were ordered forward, to work the head-sails, and one to stand aft by the main sheet, to a.s.sist the vessel in stays; the rest he stationed at the guns; the steering he took upon himself. The excitement attendant upon the clearing of the vessel for action, had driven the remembrance of his pa.s.sengers from old Bill"s mind. The case, however, was different with Tom; for his anxiety for the safety of the sweet pensive girl who had been committed to their care, had completely banished from his mind all thoughts of himself. As soon as the arrangements for engaging had been made, Tom entered the cabin, and acquainted Mr Keveley and his daughter, as delicately as possible, how matters went. Catherine stood for some moments like one stupified; at last her grief found utterance in a flood of tears, and she sobbed convulsively on the bosom of her father.
"Oh, my father!" she exclaimed, "was it for this that you left the swamps of the Ganges? Better that you had died there in peace, than be made the captive of lawless and abandoned men, and be subjected to all the horrors of a French prison!"
Mr Keveley strove to comfort her.
"Be patient, my daughter!" he exclaimed; "the same Being who has protected as in times that are past, is still watching over us."
Tom also strove to comfort her with the hopes of escape.
"But are you sure it is a French vessel?" asked Mr Keveley.
"I am sorry to say," replied Tom, "there is not the least doubt of that, as she is approaching us rapidly, and we can plainly discern her colours."
"I will go upon deck," said Mr Keveley; "and do you, Catherine, remain here." But Catherine resolved to accompany him; and, in spite of Tom"s solicitations to the contrary, they both ascended.
"I had completely forgot them," exclaimed old Bill to himself, when he saw them ascend. "Poor things! I wish they were well on sh.o.r.e." Mr Keveley cast his eyes on the hostile vessel. Her hull was fast rising, for the breeze was fresh, and the French tri-coloured flag was plainly distinguishable at her _fore-royal_ mast-head. Tom endeavoured to persuade them to go again below, and he was joined in his entreaty by old Bill, who told him that they were only exposing themselves to needless danger--"Besides," added the tar in his rough way, "you are only live lumber here. So you had better go below, and get the Bible under way as fast as possible." They allowed themselves to be prevailed upon--and Tom again took leave of them.
"Good-by!" said Catherine, stretching out her hand. "We may never meet again. May G.o.d bless you, for all your kindness to us! Take care and don"t expose yourself, to unnecessary danger."--Tom took her proffered hand; and, as he looked upon her mild, beautiful eyes, suffused with tears, he vowed that the last drop of his blood should be spilt before harm should come upon that lovely creature.
When Tom again came upon deck, the Frenchman was within half a mile"s distance. She appeared to be a long, black brig; and her guns were pointing onward on each side, shewing, as the sailors term it, two beautiful rows of teeth. The seamen of the _Tweed_, as they stood looking at her, counted seven guns on each side; and, from their size, they appeared twelve-pounders.
"If we can only keep her off," said Bill to his son Tom, "we shall do capitally; but, if she once gets alongside of us, it"s all up."
"Hadn"t we better, sir," said Bill Mossman, coming aft, "cut away the boat from the davits? The vessel is too much by the stern already."
"That"s a good idea," said old Bill; and the order was executed accordingly.
"Now, my lads," shouted the old tar, "be ready with your ports; and, when I give you the word, burst them open, and fire away; but keep out of sight, in the meantime, except one or two of you."
The deck of the Frenchman was now plainly visible to those an board the _Tweed_--a dense ma.s.s of men were seen--but they seemed cl.u.s.tered thickest near the fore-chains; from which place old Bill thought they intended to board.
"I"ll cut you out of that, anyhow," exclaimed he, with glee. "I"ll show you that a smack can be fought as well as a cursed French privateer, any day." So saying, he gave orders to ease off the sheets; and, keeping the vessel _away_, he made it appear to the Frenchman as if he had discovered him for the first time to be an enemy, and was endeavouring to escape. The Frenchman took the bait, and, making more sail, pursued him, under a press of canva.s.s; and, as old Bill expected, came rapidly up with him, and was now within pistol-shot, when Bill suddenly shifted his helm, and hauled his wind right across the privateer"s bows.
"Now, my boys," shouted the old tar, "blaze away!" when the men, who were eager for the order, burst open the ports, and poured a rattling broadside into her. The smoke which ensued hid everything from the sight; but the horrid shriek which arose on board the Frenchman, and the crashing of wood splintered by the shot, gave indications how fearfully the "twelves" had told. The sailors on board the _Tweed_, were themselves, for a moment, awed by the sight of the work of destruction which they had made; but the voice of their old commander quickly recalled them to their duty; and they again, without a moment"s delay, proceeded to load their instruments of death. The smoke had cleared away; but the distance was too great to allow them to perceive the extent of the Frenchman"s loss. Escape now appeared possible; but old Bill"s blood was up; and though, by carrying on a press of sail, he might have got off, he resolved to give the Frenchman another smell of his powder.
"Cheerily, my lads!" sung out the old man; "keep steady, and we"ll give Mr Monseer a hearty breakfast, different from what he expected." So saying, he sung out a few lines of a forecastle ditty, at the top of his voice:--
"They sailed from the Bay of St Peter, Five hundred and fifty on board; And we were all ready to meet her-- Conquer or die was the word."
The spirit of their captain seemed contagious; and the crew, one and all, took up the two last lines, and bellowed it out a second time, in full chorus.
"All ready, "bout ship there?" sung out Bill.
"All ready, sir," shouted the men.
""Bout there, then!" And, in one moment, the helm was put hard a starboard, and the vessel"s head came round to the wind in fine style.
"All"s about, there, my boys!--let go the fore-bowline!"
And this order being executed, the _Tweed_ was bowling along on the other tack, standing towards the Frenchman, who, having now recovered from his confusion, was again coming up rapidly. The privateer again attempted to board, but was again defeated, by the skill and dexterity of old Bill in working his vessel. Again they pa.s.sed each other, and the Frenchman"s broadside of seven guns told heavily on the _Tweed_"s sides and rigging; but the men had so well obeyed Bill"s orders of keeping out of sight till the fire of the Frenchman was received, that none of them was hurt, save old Bill himself, who was severely wounded. The old tar, nothing daunted at the accident, again gave his orders to fire. A dense ma.s.s of smoke immediately rose up in huge columns to the sky as the order was obeyed, and the deadly instruments again belched forth their contents into the hull of the Frenchman. When the smoke cleared away, the crew of the _Tweed_ were dismayed to behold their gallant old commander standing at the helm, pale and bleeding, but still keeping his post. Tom rushed aft to support him, and asked him if he was much hurt.
"I fear," replied the old tar, "that your poor old father has received a shot between wind and water; but never mind, my boy; while I can stand I"ll never flinch; it shall never be said that ould Bill Jones flinched from his post in the hour of danger; and mind, my boy, Tom, if I fall, never surrender to a rascally Frenchman, but fight it out; be sure to keep him off, and there is no fear. Never yield, Tom!"
The old tar, quite exhausted by his exertions and by loss of blood, dropped down upon the deck; but, notwithstanding the solicitations of his son and the crew, he persisted in not being carried below. They, therefore, wrapped a boat cloak around him, and laid him along the deck, with his head supported against a coil of rope.