PREPARED FOR ACTION--A MESSAGE SENT TO THE CARTHAGENAN COMMODORE--HIS
CONTEMPTUOUS REPLY--THE SUPPLEJACK BRINGS THE CORVETTE TO ACTION AND
TAKES HER--SINKS A BRIG AND CAPTURES THREE SCHOONERS--MURRAY VISITS THE
CARTHAGENAN GENERAL, AND DEMANDS THE LIBERATION OF THE PRISONERS--AN
OMINOUS REPLY.
The boats were manned, and every preparation made for the intended
expedition. The danger was great, but Lieutenant Murray determined to
risk everything for the sake of the object. Even had he not been deeply
interested, he would not have allowed the insult to the British flag to
pass unquestioned. His small crew were in high spirits, determined to
dare and do everything to rescue the young lady and the midshipmen.
They, at all events, the Carthagenans had no right to detain whatever
might have been the case with regard to the colonel, and the officers
and the crews of the merchant vessels.
Just then some cat's-paws were seen playing over the mirror-like surface
of the ocean, the sails bulged out, and the _Supplejack_ began to slip
through the water. She soon reached the boat, which was picked up, and
then, making all sail, she sped onwards towards Carthagena. The glory
of Carthagena, like that of many another place in those regions, has
departed, though in appearance picturesque as in days of yore, situated
on several islets, with green trees rising amid its towers and spires--
backed by its citadel and curiously-shaped hill, with the Popa convent
like the high stern of a ship on the top. The town itself is surrounded
by walls and batteries which look not a little formidable at a distance.
Formidable though they might be, Murray resolved that they should not
prevent him from carrying out his intentions.
In a short time the corvette was seen at anchor in the outer harbour.
Desmond and Needham had completely recovered, and begged to be allowed
to land and act as guides, should the boats be sent on shore.
"I scarcely think that they will attempt to interfere with us," said
Lieutenant Murray, "but it is as well to be ready. Have all clear for
action, Mr Higson."
"Ay, ay, sir!" answered Higson, giving the necessary orders with no
little satisfaction. "I only hope that they will dare to set up their
backs; we'll show them what our long gun and two short bull-dogs can
do," he said, as he went along the deck. The men were eager for a
fight, as British sailors always are, though they mustered all told only
sixty men, officers and crew included.
The breeze was somewhat light, but sufficient to give the brig good
steerage way. Before, however, attempting to use force, Lieutenant
Murray determined to try pacific measures. He accordingly hove the brig
to outside the mouth of the harbour, a boat was lowered and manned, and
he directed Higson, accompanied by Desmond, to go on board the corvette,
and demand of the Carthagenan commodore the instant liberation of the
prisoners. "Should he refuse, you are to go on shore and communicate
with the consul, and then return on board as soon as possible," he
added. Higson replied that he perfectly understood his instructions,
and with no small satisfaction at the prospect of something to do,
shoved off from the brig's side. Needham, who went as one of the crew,
had described how they had been treated; and it was the general belief
that the commodore would give them an opportunity of teaching him and
his countrymen better manners. "The commodore seems a mighty proud sort
of fellow, and when he sees only our small brig he'll not be inclined to
accede to Mr Murray's demand, I've a notion," said Desmond.
"Then I'll just give him a hint, my boy, that he may chance to receive a
visit from the rest of the squadron," answered Higson. "Those sort of
fellows are apt to bluster and boast, and, like mongrels, bark loud
enough when they see another cur run from them, but they seldom dare to
bite when they are attacked."
"The corvette, however, carries sixteen guns, though I cannot say how
she is manned," observed Desmond.
"She may carry twenty guns for what I care," answered Higson, laughing.
"The question is, how will they be fought? Our Long Tom will be a match
for all of them, depend on that. We shall do our best to get ahead or
astern of her, where her shot will find it difficult to reach us."
"But then there is the brig, and there are two or three schooners in
addition," observed Desmond. "Though we don't see them as they are some
way up the harbour, they're sure to come down to help their consort."
"We must settle her first, and then tackle them," said Higson. "It is
probable, however, that the commodore will knock under, and not give us
the opportunity of showing what we can do."
"I would rather see Miss O'Regan, and Rogers, and Gordon, with the old
colonel safe first," said Desmond. "I am afraid that the commodore will
be ill-treating them in revenge should we give his vessels a drubbing.
The consul seems somewhat of a slow coach, or he would have found out
what had happened long ago, and applied for our liberation." The breeze
carried the boat which was standing in under sail swiftly on.
"She's a fine craft, and has eight guns on a side," observed Higson, as
they got close to the corvette.
The sail was lowered, and a voice hailed in Spanish to know what they
wanted. Higson, who guessed the meaning of the hail, standing up,
pointed to the British ensign astern, and said that he had despatches to
deliver. No rope was however hove to them, nor was the side manned; so,
followed by Desmond and Needham in no very dignified fashion, he
scrambled on board.
"There's the commodore," said Desmond, pointing to a middle-aged,
gaunt-looking Don who was walking the deck with his cocked hat stuck
ferociously on one side, "and that fat officer is our friend the first
lieutenant. If they don't know how to be civil, we'll show them," and
stepping aft, he made them both a profound bow, and introduced Higson.
The Dons instinctively took off their hats, unable to withstand the
influence of the young midshipman's politeness. Higson handed his
despatches to the commodore who opened the envelope, but, unable to read
English, he turned to his first lieutenant, and asked him the meaning of
the paper. The latter confessed his inability to make it out; for
though he spoke a little English he was unable to read it, as was
possibly the case with regard to his own language. Higson therefore
explained that the despatches came from the commander of the man-of-war
outside the harbour, who requested that the British subjects now held in
captivity by the Carthagenans might at once be delivered up to him. The
commodore, to whom the lieutenant interpreted what Higson said, replied
that he could not give an immediate reply; that the despatch being
written in English he could not comprehend it; and as to delivering up
the prisoners, that was a matter on which his Government must decide.--
He had therefore no reply to make to the English officer, who must take
the consequences should he venture into the harbour. This was the sum
total of the answer given by the commodore, through his first
lieutenant, though it took a considerable time to deliver.
"Tell the commodore, then," said Higson, "that as this is a friendly
port my commander will certainly come into it as he wishes to
communicate with our consul, to whom he intends rendering assistance in
obtaining the liberation of the prisoners."
"What does he mean by that?" exclaimed the commodore, when the answer
was interpreted to him. "If he attempts to use force, he will find that
the honour of those in whose veins flows the pure blood of Castille is
not to be trifled with;" and the Don stamped, and fumed, and strutted
about the deck, drawing his sword and flourishing it over his head as if
his ship was about that moment to be boarded by the English.
Desmond, reckless of the consequences which might have ensued, burst
into a fit of laughter.
"What does the boy mean?" exclaimed the commodore, advancing with
threatening gestures towards him.
"Just tell your captain that my companion is an Irish midshipman. It's
a curious habit he's got of laughing at anything which tickles his
fancy, and he cannot mean to be disrespectful to so great a hero."
The first lieutenant explained what Higson had said, and possibly saved
the midshipman from being then and there run through the body by the
irate Don.
"Then I am to understand that this is the message I am to carry back to
my commander," said Higson, to the fat officer.
"Yes, and I hope your commander is a wise man, and will not venture into
the harbour," was the reply.
"I'll answer that he will though," exclaimed Higson, making a profound
bow; "so good morning, Don Whiskerandos!"
As the commodore, turning his back, strutted aft, fuming as before,
Higson, shaking hands with the first lieutenant, exclaimed--
"I wish that we may have the chance of meeting as friends another time;
for you're a good fellow, that you are."
He and Desmond then beat a retreat to the gangway. The lieutenant was
so pleased with the last remark, that he ordered side-ropes to be
shipped and the side to be manned, and the English officers took their
departure in a rather more dignified manner than they had arrived.
"There seems a good chance of our having a brush with the Dons,"
observed Desmond, as soon as they had shoved off and were pulling for
the shore.
"Perhaps the consul will settle matters, but if not I'm very certain
that Mr Murray will stand no nonsense," answered Higson.
No opposition was made to their landing, and Desmond and Needham easily
found their way to the British consulate. For some reason the consul
had not returned, and their friend, the vice-consul, said that he had
used every effort to obtain the liberation of the prisoners, but in
vain. He was evidently in a great state of alarm, and confessed that he
feared the worst. He had, however, been assured that the young lady and
the two midshipmen should be properly treated, although the authorities
were very angry at hearing of the escape of Desmond and his companion,
and he advised them to get back to the boat as fast as possible, feeling
assured that if recognised they would be recaptured.
"The fellows had better not attempt it with the English flag over their
heads," exclaimed Higson; "however, we will get back and make our report
to our commander. If you can manage the matter, and let them know that
we are in earnest, he may possibly draw in his horns."
The vice-consul shrugged his shoulders, and Higson and his party got
back to the boat and pulled out as fast as the crew could bend to their
oars towards the _Supplejack_. Higson was anxious to be on board, for
he was very sure that no time was to be lost.
Murray, on hearing his report, was not long in determining what to do.
"We must go in and insist on the liberation of our friends," he said.
"I'm sure, my lads, you'll stand by me."
A cheer from the crew showed that they were in the right spirit to dare
and do anything that he might require. The head-yards were braced
round, the helm put up, and the brig stood boldly into the harbour.
Murray intended to pass the corvette, and bring up as near the town as
the water would allow.
The corvette in the meantime had got a spring on her cable, her ports
were open and her guns run out.
The little _Supplejack_ stood on, nothing daunted.
"I don't think that Don Whiskerandos will dare to stop us, though he
boasted so much when we were on board," observed Desmond to Higson.
"You're mistaken, my boy."
Higson had just time to reply when a broadside from the corvette came
hissing through the air; one shot only, however, struck the brig and
shot away her forestay.
"We must not allow this to pass unnoticed," exclaimed Murray. "Reserve
your fire, however, my lads, till I give the order."
The long gun was pointed at the corvette, the port carronade was run
over to the starboard side. Murray waited till the brig had got
directly ahead of the enemy.
"Blaze away, now, my lads," he shouted, and a raking fire from his three
guns was poured into the corvette, sweeping her deck fore and aft.
The wind being light and the brig's courses being clewed up, she glided
slowly through the water, and the guns were again loaded and fired into
the bows of the corvette before the latter could return another shot.
The brig had just way enough on her to go about. The long gun was
slewed round, and the others run over to the port side, and fired,
greatly to the astonishment of the corvette's crew, before they had
managed to bring their guns to bear on her; when they did their shot
flew wide or through her rigging, and not one hit her. The brig was now
almost stationary, her crew working with a will, fired all their guns
twice before the Spaniards had returned another shot.
"Well done, my lads," cried Higson, "we have given them as many shots as
they have sent at us."
Such was the case, and every shot from the brig had told with good
effect.
"A few more as well aimed, and the Dons, depend on it, will cry,
`peccavi,'" he added.
The crew, stripped to the waist, were indeed working their guns with
right good will. All hands on board were employed, some loading and
firing, others bringing up powder and shot from below, and the rest
attending to the sails. The smoke, which there was scarcely sufficient
air to blow away, enveloped the combatants, and prevented those at a
distance from being able to discern which was likely to be the victor.
Murray and his crew, however, very well knew how matters went. The
splinters which flew from the corvette's side, and the shrieks and cries
which came from her deck showed the fearful effect their fire was
producing on their antagonist. At last one gun was silent, and then
another, and then only three replied to them.
Murray cheered on his men, who although perspiring at every pore, ran
their guns in and out with as good a will as at first. By this time the
brig had drifted still closer to her foe.
Once more Long Tom was fired, loaded with langrage, which swept with
fearful effect across the deck of the corvette. Not a shot came from
her in return. The brig's guns were, however, again loaded; but just
before the triggers were pulled, down came the corvette's ensign! A
loud cheer burst from the throats of the British crew. Murray was on
the point of anchoring, intending to send a boat on board to take
possession, when a brig was seen dropping down the harbour, and followed
by three schooners, favoured by a light breeze off shore.
"See, my lads, here come more of them!" he cried, in a cheery voice.
"We will settle them, however, as we have done the corvette!"
"Ay, ay, sir, that we will!" shouted the voices of his gallant fellows.
"You wouldn't say so if you didn't intend it," he answered.
"Well, try and see how quickly we can finish them off."
The brig was some way ahead of the schooners, and Murray, anxious to
engage her before their arrival, put the brig about, assisted by the
light breeze, which just then filled her sails. Her commander, not
aware that the corvette had struck her colours, was little prepared for
the reception he was to meet with. As soon as Murray had got this fresh
foe within range of his long gun he opened fire. The shot, well aimed,
went crashing through her side; the second shot was fired before she got
near enough for the carronades to reach her. The belief that the
English brig had only one long gun prevented the Carthagenans from
attempting to escape. The next time Long Tom was fired, his shot was
attended by two from the carronades. The enemy replied with her
broadside, but most of her shot went flying over the _Supplejack_, while
others fell ahead or astern of her, wide of their mark. Not one of Long
Tom's shot missed, most of them striking between wind and water; and as
she drew nearer they told with still greater effect. At last the enemy
put about and attempted to run up the harbour. Vain were her efforts to
escape; the last shot striking her gave her her death-blow. With her
canvas all set and colours flying, gradually she sank till the water
washed over her decks, and her crew were seen scrambling aloft, leaving
the wounded to their fate. Within ten minutes of the time she got into
action her topmasts alone appeared above the surface. Just before this
the three schooners had come up and had opened their fire, but none of
their shot had struck the _Supplejack_; and their commanders, seeing the
fate of their consorts, came to the conclusion that discretion was the
better part of valour, and hauled down their flags amid the cheers of
the British crew. Murray lowered his boats and sent them to pick up any
of the brig's crew who might have been unable to escape aloft. The
lives of several were thus saved. The schooners also sent their boats
and took off the men from the rigging. The _Supplejack_ then stood back
for the corvette. Murray directed Higson and Desmond to take
possession. Their fat friend, the first lieutenant, received them at
the gangway, with his hat in one hand and his sword in the other. There
was no bluster in him now.
"Where is the commodore?" asked Higson, looking round the deck, which
was strewed with dead men.
"There!" answered the lieutenant, pointing to the mangled form of a man
which lay on the quarter-deck, his uniform alone showing that it was
that of the commodore. He had been almost cut in two by a shot from
Long Tom.
"How many men have you lost?" asked Higson.
"Twenty-five," answered the lieutenant. "Our crew declared that they
were fighting with devils and not men, and refused to fire another
shot."
"If they had handled their guns as our fellows did theirs, we shouldn't
have taken you so easily," answered Higson. "You deserve a better
ship's company."
"Many thanks for your compliment," answered the crestfallen lieutenant.
"It is the fortune of war."
The schooners being brought up close to the corvette, the _Supplejack_
anchored near them, with Long Tom so trained that, should the
Carthagenans attempt to recapture their vessels, they might quickly be
sent to the bottom. The brig's boarding-nettings were also triced up, a
vigilant watch was kept, and pistols, pikes, and cutlasses placed in
readiness for immediate use to resist any attack which might be made on
her.
Murray, while he thus kept watch over the captured vessels, felt himself
in a delicate and trying position. The Carthagenan government had
hostages in their hands on whom they might wreak their vengeance. Had
they, indeed, known how dear one of the prisoners was to the young
commander, they would probably have made use of the advantage they
possessed. He felt sure that a bold course was the only safe one. He
might have led his crew on shore and endeavoured to rescue the captives,
but the attempt he knew would have been sheer madness, as a piece of
artillery at the end of one of the streets might have sent him and his
men to destruction. Murray, like a wise man, had retired to his cabin
to consider what was best to be done. He speedily made up his mind, and
sent for his second in command.
"Higson," he said, "I have resolved to go on shore myself, and demand
the release of the prisoners. I leave you in charge of the brig. Keep
an eye on the corvette and schooners, and sink them rather than allow
them to escape."
"You may depend on it that we will, sir," was the answer. "I only wish
that we could get our friends on board, that we might stand in and
batter their town about the ears of the rascals."
"They have had a pretty severe lesson already," said Murray, "and I have
hopes that they will not refuse to accede to my demands. Get the gig
ready, with an ensign and a flag of truce. There's no time to be lost."
Higson went on deck, and the gig's crew were piped away.
"I say, Higson, do ask the captain if I may accompany him, there's a
good fellow!" said Desmond. "Perhaps I may be of some use in getting
Miss O'Regan and our fellows out of the prison."
"I don't know how you'll do that," answered Higson.
"Nor do I," said Desmond; "but at all events I know the way into it, and
I think, if Mr Murray will take Needham as well, he and I would manage
somehow or other to get our friends out, if they are still in the room
in which we left them."
Murray, to Gerald's great satisfaction, consented to take him and
Needham. He had borrowed a new uniform from one of the midshipmen on
board, and no one was likely to recognise him, so different did he look
from what he had done in the dirty worn-out clothes in which he had
escaped from the prison.
Murray steered directly for the landing-place, and boldly stepped on
shore, regardless of the crowd collected to gaze at the commander of the
dare-devil Englishmen, who had so quickly beaten their fleet. They,
however, treated him with respect, drawing back on either side to allow
him a free passage, as he marched with his flag and attendants towards
the consul's house. He found that functionary and the vice-consul in a
state of great agitation.
"You have indeed, captain, taught the Government here a lesson which
they will not easily forget, but I'm afraid that you have overdone it.
General Carmona sent to warn me that on the first shot fired he would
shoot all his prisoners, and I greatly fear that he has carried out his
threat."
"Surely he would not dare to murder Colonel O'Regan and his daughter,
and the English midshipmen," exclaimed Murray, his voice trembling with
agitation.
"I scarcely dare to say what he may have done," answered the consul; "he
is a villain of the first water, and would shoot his own father and
mother if they offended him."
Murray could scarcely speak for some time, so overpowering were his
feelings. By a great effort he recovered himself, and said, "I must beg
you to accompany me at once to the general, and I will insist on seeing
him."
It was evident that neither the consul nor vice-consul liked the duty
imposed on them, but they could not refuse to comply with the young
commander's request.
The ladies of the latter's family evidently thought that he was going on
a dangerous expedition, as they clung round him, weeping, as if they
were parting from him for ever.
"Pray don't be alarmed," exclaimed Paddy Desmond, who did not see
anything so very hazardous in the undertaking; "depend on it, your
respected papa will come back with a whole skin, and if not, we shall
have the satisfaction of knocking the city down over the ears of its
inhabitants."
The young ladies, who had not before recognised Paddy, now knew him by
the sound of his voice.
"What!" they all cried out together; "are you the young officer who got
out of prison in such a wonderful way? The people affirmed that you got
out with the help of a magician, as they have never discovered how you
made your escape; and the gaoler, who declares that you were safely shut
up when he last visited you, swears that it is impossible you should
have done so, either by the door or windows."
"How we escaped I'll tell you by-and-by, but pray excuse me for the
present, as your papa and the consul are ready to start," answered
Gerald.
This conversation took place while the vice-consul was putting on his
uniform coat, and, with the aid of his wife, buckling his sword-belt
round the wide circuit of his waist.
Murray and the two officials then set forth, Desmond carrying the flag
of truce, and Needham the British ensign, that flag which every nation
of the earth has learnt to respect, though some may regard it with no
very friendly feelings. After a walk of about twenty minutes they
reached General Carmona's residence. In front of the building was drawn
up a guard of soldiers, who cast scowling glances at the party as they
advanced. In a short time an officer appeared, who promised to announce
their arrival to the general. They were then conducted into a
courtyard, and told to wait. The officer soon returned and led the way
to a large hall, with a long table in the centre, at the end of which
sat a personage in military uniform, with several officers collected
round him, some seated, and others standing about talking eagerly
together.
"To what cause am I indebted for the honour of this visit?" asked the
general, who rose with his officers as Murray and the consuls entered.
"This officer, the commander of the British man-of-war, now in the
harbour, comes to demand the liberation of certain subjects of the Queen
of England, detained by your government as prisoners," answered the
consul, introducing Lieutenant Murray.
The general, a tall, cadaverous personage, with long moustaches sticking
out on either side of his face, tried to look very fierce and important,
but ill succeeded in concealing his trepidation and annoyance.
"I might rather ask why the English brig-of-war has sunk one of my
vessels, and captured the remainder of my fleet; though it seems a
miracle to me how it should have happened."
"Tell him," said Murray, as this answer was interpreted, "that as his
corvette fired into the Queen of England's brig, it was my duty to
punish her for her audacity, and that if my demands are not complied
with, I intend to blow up the remainder of his squadron, and then to
bombard the town."
As the consul interpreted this speech, the general and his officers
exhibited the most unfeigned astonishment at the bold threat which the
commander of the three-gun brig had made.
"Tell him that I mean what I say," added Murray, observing the evident
consternation of the mongrel Spaniards, and seeing that now was the time
to carry matters with a high hand.
"What prisoners are they you wish us to liberate?" asked the general.
"All the British subjects you lately captured on board two merchantmen
in the harbour of Sapote, two of them being officers of the Queen of
England's navy, with other passengers, the rest being officers and crews
of the two vessels."
"The vessels were captured while engaged in illegal practices, and some
of the prisoners you speak of it is beyond my power to deliver into your
hands," answered General Carmona; "the vessels and those on board them
were legally condemned."
"We must settle about the equity of their seizure afterwards," said
Murray; "my duty, in the meantime, is to obtain the restoration of the
vessels, and the liberation of those of whom I have spoken."
"I regret to inform you that some of them have met the fate they
deserve, of traitors and rebels, and have been shot," answered the
general, mustering up his courage to make this announcement.
"Shot!" exclaimed Murray, in a tone of deep anxiety, as the consul
interpreted the general's last remark; "inquire who they are that have
been thus treated," said Murray.
"The officers and others found on board the two vessels. The common
seamen were not worth the powder and shot, or they would have met the
same fate," answered the general, with as much _sang-froid_ as he could
command.
Murray could hardly restrain his indignation on hearing this, for he
could not doubt that Colonel O'Regan was among the sufferers; he
thought, especially, of the grief into which Stella would be plunged,
and he was more than ever resolved to carry matters with a high hand.
"Tell the general that his ships are under the guns of my brig, and that
I have left orders with the officers in command to blow them up should I
not return with the prisoners within two hours."
"You speak very boldly, sir!" exclaimed the general; "suppose I were to
treat you as I have done your countrymen--shoot you."
"Then my countrymen would very soon arrive with their ships of war, and
not only knock your town about your ears, but hang up you and every
officer they may catch at their yard-arms," answered Murray.
The Spaniards, so they may be called, pulled their moustaches, and the
remark had, evidently, its due effect.
"I must insist, also, that the two vessels captured by your squadron be
brought into this harbour and anchored astern of my brig before
to-morrow evening. I give you until then as the winds are light, but
there must be no delay. Now, general, I must have your answer, as time
is passing, or, before long, we shall have your vessels blown into the
air. I require the immediate liberation of all the prisoners still
alive. With regard to the rest, my government will settle with you
by-and-by," and Murray took out his watch, and carelessly held it up, so
that the general and his officers might see the time.
The action had an electric effect on all present; the general held a
brief consultation with his officers, and, though he attempted to
bluster a little, they agreed forthwith to give up the prisoners.
"You have got on admirably, captain," observed the consul, as he and his
companions left the hall. "Your mode of proceeding will always be
successful when practised on people like those with whom we have at
present to deal, and on a larger scale, probably, with most of the
nations of the earth."