Before we acquaint the reader with the movements of Mr Vanslyperken, we
must again revert to the history of the period in which we are writing.
The Jacobite faction had assumed a formidable consistency, and every
exertion was being made by them for an invasion of England. They knew
that their friends were numerous, and that many who held office under
the ruling Government were attached to their cause, and only required
such a demonstration to fly to arms with their numerous partisans.
Up to the present, all the machinations of the Jacobites had been
carried on with secrecy and dexterity, but now was the time for action
and decision. To aid the cause, it was considered expedient that some
one of known fidelity should be sent to Amsterdam, where the projects of
William might be discovered more easily than in England: for, as he
communicated with the States General, and the States General were
composed of many, secrets would come out, for that which is known to
many soon becomes no longer a secret.
To effect this, letters of recommendation to one or two of those high in
office in Holland, and who were supposed to be able to give information,
and inclined to be confiding, and garrulous, had been procured from the
firm allies of King William, by those who pretended to be so only, for
the agent who was about to be seat over, and this agent was the young
cavalier who had treated Vanslyperken in so uncourteous a manner. He
has already been mentioned to the reader by the name of Ramsay, and
second in authority among the smugglers. He was a young man of high
family, and a brother to Lady Alice, of course trusted by Sir Robert,
and his second in command. He had been attainted for non-appearance,
and condemned for high treason at the same time as had been his
brother-in-law, Sir Robert Barclay, and had ever since been with him
doing his duty in the boat and in command of the men, when Sir Robert's
services or attendance were required at St. Germains.
No one could be better adapted for the service he was to be employed
upon. He was brave, cool, intelligent, and prepossessing. Of course,
by his letters of introduction, he was represented as a firm ally of
King William, and strongly recommended as such. The letters which
Vanslyperken had neglected to deliver were of the utmost importance, and
the character of the lieutenant being well known to Ramsay, through the
medium of Nancy Corbett and others, he had treated him in the way which
he considered as most likely to enforce a rigid compliance with their
wishes.
Ramsay was right; for Vanslyperken was too much of a coward to venture
upon resistance, although he might threaten it. It was the intention of
Ramsay, moreover, to take a passage over with him in the Yungfrau, as
his arrival in a king's vessel would add still more to the success of
the enterprise which he had in contemplation.
We will now return to Mr Vanslyperken, whom we left boiling with
indignation. He is not in a better humour at this moment. He requires
a victim to expend his wrath upon, and that victim he is resolved shall
be Smallbones, upon whom his hate is concentrated.
He has sent for the corporal, and next ordered him to bring him a pistol
and cartridge, which the corporal has complied with. Vanslyperken has
not made the corporal a further confidant, but he has his suspicions,
and he is on the watch. Vanslyperken is alone, his hand trembling, as
he loads the pistol which he has taken down from the bulkhead where it
hung, but he is, nevertheless, determined upon the act. He has laid it
down on the table, and goes on deck, waiting till it is dusk for the
completion of his project. He has now arranged his plan, and descends;
the pistol is still on the table, and he puts it under the blanket on
his bed, and rings for Smallbones.
"Did you want me, sir?" said Smallbones.
"Yes, I am going on shore to sleep a little way in the country, and I
want you to carry my clothes; let everything he put up in the blue bag,
and hold, yourself ready to come with me."
"Yes, sir," replied Smallbones; "am I to come on board again to-night?"
"To be sure you are."
Smallbones put up as desired by his master, whose eyes followed the
lad's motions as he moved from one part of the cabin to the other, his
thoughts wandering from the recollection of Smallbones having attempted
to drown his dog, to the more pleasing one of revenge.
At dusk, Mr Vanslyperken ordered his boat to be manned, and so soon as
Smallbones had gone into it with the bag, he took the pistol from where
he had hid it, and concealing it under his great-coat, followed the lad
into the boat.
They landed, and Vanslyperken walked fast: it was now dark, and he was
followed by Smallbones, who found difficulty in keeping pace with his
master, so rapid were his strides.
They passed the half-way houses, and went clear of the fortifications,
until they had gained five or six miles on the road to London.
Smallbones was tired out with the rapidity of the walk, and now lagged
behind. The master desired him to come on. "I does come on as fast as
I can, sir, but this here walking don't suit at all, with carrying a bag
full of clothes," replied Smallbones.
"Make haste, and keep up with me," cried Vanslyperken, setting off again
at a more rapid pace.
They were now past all the buildings, and but occasionally fell in with
some solitary farm-house, or cottage, on the roadside: the night was
cloudy, and the scud flew fast; Vanslyperken walked on faster, for in
his state of mind he could feel no bodily fatigue, and the lad dropped
astern.
At last the lieutenant found a spot which afforded him an opportunity of
executing his fell purpose. A square wall, round a homestead for
cattle, was built on the side of the footpath. Vanslyperken turned
round, and looked for Smallbones, who was too far behind to be seen in
the obscurity. Satisfied by this that the lad could not see his
motions, Vanslyperken secreted himself behind the angle of the wall so
as to allow Smallbones to pass. He cocked his pistol, and crouched
down, waiting for the arrival of his victim.
In a minute or two he heard the panting of the lad, who was quite weary
with his load. Vanslyperken compressed his lips, and held his breath.
The lad passed him; Vanslyperken now rose from behind, levelled the
pistol at the lad's head, and fired. Smallbones uttered a yell, fell
down on his face, and then rolled on his back without life or motion.
Vanslyperken looked at him for one second, then turned back, and fled
with the wings of the wind. Conscience now appeared to pursue him, and
he ran on until he was so exhausted, that he fell: the pistol was still
in his hand; and as he put out his arm mechanically to save himself, the
lock of the pistol came in violent contact with his temple.
After a time he rose again, feint and bleeding, and continued his course
at a more moderate pace; but as the wind blew, and whistled among the
boughs of the trees, he thought every moment that he beheld the form of
the murdered lad. He quickened his pace, arrived at last within the
fortifications, and putting the pistol in his coat-pocket, he somewhat
recovered himself. He bound his silk handkerchief round his head, and
proceeded to the boat, which he had ordered to wait till Smallbones'
return. He had then a part to act, and told the men that he had been
assailed by robbers, and ordered them to pull on board immediately. As
soon as he came on board he desired the men to assist him down into his
cabin, and then he sent for Corporal Van Spitter to dress his wounds.
He communicated to the corporal, that as he was going out in the country
as he had proposed, he had been attacked by robbers, that he had been
severely wounded, and had, he thought, killed one of them, as the others
ran away; what had become of Smallbones he knew not, but he had heard
him crying out in the hands of the robbers.
The corporal, who had felt certain that the pistol had been intended for
Smallbones, hardly knew what to make of the matter; the wound of Mr
Vanslyperken was severe, and it was hardly to be supposed that it had
been self-inflicted. The corporal therefore held his tongue, heard all
that Mr Vanslyperken had to say, and was very considerably puzzled.
"It was a fortunate thing that I thought of taking a pistol with me,
corporal; I might have been murdered outright."
"Yes, mynheer," replied the corporal; and binding the handkerchief round
Vanslyperken's head, he then assisted him into bed. "Mein Gott! I make
no head or tail of do business," said the corporal; as he walked forward
"but I must know do truth soon; I not go to bed for two or three hours,
and den I hear others."
It is needless to say that Mr Vanslyperken passed a restless night, not
only from the pain of his wound, but from the torments of conscience;
for it is but by degrees that the greatest villain can drive away its
stings, and then it is but for a short time, and when it does force
itself back upon him, it is with redoubled power. His occasional
slumbers were broken by fitful starts, in which he again and again heard
the yell of the poor lad, and saw the corpse rolling at his feet. It
was about an hour before daylight that Mr Vanslyperken again woke, and
found that the light had burnt out. He could not remain in the dark, it
was too dreadful; he raised himself, and pulled the bell over his head.
Some one entered. "Bring a light immediately," cried Vanslyperken.
In a minute or two the gleams of a light were seen burning at a distance
by the lieutenant. He watched its progress aft, and its entrance, and
he felt relieved; but he had now a devouring thirst upon him, and his
lips were glued together, and he turned over on his bed to ask the
corporal, whom he supposed it was, for water. He fixed his eyes upon
the party with the candle, and by the feeble light of the dip, he beheld
the pale, haggard face of Smallbones, who stared at him, but uttered not
a word.
"Mercy, O God! mercy!" exclaimed Vanslyperken, falling back, and
covering his face with the bedclothes.
Smallbones did not reply; he blew out the candle, and quitted the cabin.