CHAPTER XVI

DISCIPLINE ASSERTED

As soon as his troublesome visitors were gone, the rector sat down in

his deep arm-chair, laid aside his spectacles, and began to think. His

face, while he thought, lost more and more of the calm and cheerful

expression which made it so pleasant a face to gaze upon; and he sighed,

without knowing it, at some dark ideas, and gave a little shake of his

grand old head. The revenue officer had called his favorite pupil and

cleverest parishioner “a felon outlaw;” and if that were so, Robin Lyth

was no less than a convicted criminal, and must not be admitted within

his doors. Formerly the regular penalty for illicit importation had been

the forfeiture of the goods when caught, and the smugglers (unless

they made resistance or carried fire-arms) were allowed to escape and

retrieve their bad luck, which they very soon contrived to do. And as

yet, upon this part of the coast, they had not been guilty of atrocious

crimes, such as the smugglers of Sussex and Hampshire--who must have

been utter fiends--committed, thereby raising all the land against

them. Dr. Upround had heard of no proclamation, exaction, or even capias

issued against this young free-trader; and he knew well enough that the

worst offenders were not the bold seamen who contracted for the run, nor

the people of the coast who were hired for the carriage, but the rich

indwellers who provided all the money, and received the lion's share

of all the profits. And with these the law never even tried to deal.

However, the magistrate-parson resolved that, in spite of all the

interest of tutorship and chess-play, and even all the influence of his

wife and daughter (who were hearty admirers of brave smuggling), he must

either reform this young man, or compel him to keep at a distance, which

would be very sad.

Meanwhile the lieutenant had departed in a fury, which seemed to be

incapable of growing any worse. Never an oath did he utter all the way

to the landing where his boat was left; and his men, who knew how much

that meant, were afraid to do more than just wink at one another. Even

the sailors of the collier schooner forbore to jeer him, until he was

afloat, when they gave him three fine rounds of mock cheers, to which

the poor Frenchman contributed a shriek. For this man had been most

inhospitably treated, through his strange but undeniable likeness to a

perfidious Briton.

“Home!” cried the officer, glowering at those fellows, while his men

held their oars, and were ready to rush at them. “Home, with a will!

Give way, men!” And not another word he spoke, till they touched the

steps at Bridlington. Then he fixed stern eyes upon Cadman, who vainly

strove to meet them, and he said, “Come to me in one hour and a half.”

Cadman touched his hat without an answer, saw to the boat, and then went

home along the quay.

Carroway, though of a violent temper, especially when laughed at,

was not of that steadfast and sedentary wrath which chews the cud

of grievances, and feeds upon it in a shady place. He had a good

wife--though a little overclean--and seven fine-appetited children, who

gave him the greatest pleasure in providing victuals. Also, he had his

pipe, and his quiet corners, sacred to the atmosphere and the private

thoughts of Carroway. And here he would often be ambitious even now,

perceiving no good reason why he might not yet command a line-of-battle

ship, and run up his own flag, and nobly tread his own lofty

quarter-deck. If so, he would have Mrs. Carroway on board, and not only

on the boards, but at them; so that a challenge should be issued every

day for any other ship in all the service to display white so wholly

spotless, and black so void of streakiness. And while he was dwelling

upon personal matters--which, after all, concerned the nation most--he

had tried very hard to discover any reason (putting paltry luck aside)

why Horatio Nelson should be a Lord, and what was more to the purpose,

an admiral, while Charles Carroway (his old shipmate, and in every way

superior, who could eat him at a mouthful, if only he were good enough)

should now be no more than a 'long-shore lieutenant, and a Jonathan Wild

of the revenue. However, as for envying Nelson, the Lord knew that he

would not give his little Geraldine's worst frock for all the fellow's

grand coat of arms, and freedom in a snuff-box, and golden shields, and

devices, this, that, and the other, with Bona Robas to support them.

To this conclusion he was fairly come, after a good meal, and with the

second glass of the finest Jamaica pine-apple rum--which he drank from

pure principle, because it was not smuggled--steaming and scenting the

blue curls of his pipe, when his admirable wife came in to say that on

no account would she interrupt him.

“My dear, I am busy, and am very glad to hear it. Pish! where have I put

all those accounts?”

“Charles, you are not doing any accounts. When you have done your pipe

and glass, I wish to say a quiet word or two. I am sure that there is

not a woman in a thousand--”

“Matilda, I know it. Nor one in fifty thousand. You are very good at

figures: will you take this sheet away with you? Eight o'clock will be

quite time enough for it.”

“My dear, I am always too pleased to do whatever I can to help you. But

I must talk to you now; really I must say a few words about something,

tired as you may be, Charles, and well deserving of a little good sleep,

which you never seem able to manage in bed. You told me, you know, that

you expected Cadman, that surly, dirty fellow, who delights to spoil my

stones, and would like nothing better than to take the pattern out

of our drawing-room Kidderminster. Now I have a reason for saying

something. Charles, will you listen to me once, just once?”

“I never do anything else,” said the husband, with justice, and meaning

no mischief.

“Ah! how very seldom you hear me talk; and when I do, I might just as

well address the winds! But for once, my dear, attend, I do implore you.

That surly, burly Cadman will be here directly, and I know that you

are much put out with him. Now I tell you he is dangerous, savagely

dangerous; I can see it in his unhealthy skin. Oh, Charles, where have

you put down your pipe? I cleaned that shelf this very morning! How

little I thought when I promised to be yours that you ever would knock

out your ashes like that! But do bear in mind, dear, whatever you do, if

anything happened to you, what ever would become of all of us? All your

sweet children and your faithful wife--I declare you have made two great

rings with your tumbler upon the new cover of the table.”

“Matilda, that has been done ever so long. But I am almost certain this

tumbler leaks.”

“So you always say; just as if I would allow it. You never will think of

simply wiping the rim every time you use it; when I put you a saucer for

your glass, you forget it; there never was such a man, I do believe. I

shall have to stop the rum and water altogether.”

“No, no, no. I'll do anything you like. I'll have a tumbler made with

a saucer to it--I'll buy a piece of oil-cloth the size of a

foretop-sail--I'll--”

“Charles, no nonsense, if you please: as if I were ever unreasonable!

But your quickness of temper is such that I dread what you may say to

that Cadman. Remember what opportunities he has, dear. He might shoot

you in the dark any night, my darling, and put it upon the smugglers. I

entreat you not to irritate the man, and make him your enemy. He is so

spiteful; and I should be in terror the whole night long.”

“Matilda, in the house you may command me as you please--even in my

own cuddy here. But as regards my duty, you know well that I permit

no interference. And I should have expected you to have more sense. A

pretty officer I should be if I were afraid of my own men! When a man

is to blame, I tell him so, in good round language, and shall do so now.

This man is greatly to blame, and I doubt whether to consider him a fool

or a rogue. If it were not that he has seven children, as we have, I

would discharge him this very night.”

“Charles, I am very sorry for his seven children, but our place is to

think of our own seven first. I beg you, I implore you, to discharge the

man; for he has not the courage to harm you, I believe, except with the

cowardly advantage he has got. Now promise me either to say nothing to

him, or to discharge him, and be done with him.”

“Matilda, of such things you know nothing; and I can not allow you to

say any more.”

“Very well, very well. I know my duty. I shall sit up and pray every

dark night you are out, and the whole place will go to the dogs, of

course. Of the smugglers I am not afraid one bit, nor of any honest

fighting, such as you are used to. But oh, my dear Charles, the very

bravest man can do nothing against base treachery.”

“To dream of such things shows a bad imagination,” Carroway answered,

sternly; but seeing his wife's eyes fill with tears, he took her hand

gently, and begged her pardon, and promised to be very careful, “I am

the last man to be rash,” he said, “after getting so many more kicks

than coppers. I never had a fellow under my command who would lift

a finger to harm me. And you must remember, my darling Tilly, that I

command Englishmen, not Lascars.”

With this she was forced to be content, to the best of her ability; and

Geraldine ran bouncing in from school to fill her father's pipe for him;

so that by the time John Cadman came, his commander had almost forgotten

the wrath created by the failure of the morning. But unluckily Cadman

had not forgotten the words and the look he received before his

comrades.

“Here I am, Sir, to give an account of myself,” he said, in an insolent

tone, having taken much liquor to brace him for the meeting. “Is it your

pleasure to say out what you mean?”

“Yes, but not here. You will follow me to the station.” The lieutenant

took his favorite staff, and set forth, while his wife, from the little

window, watched him with a very anxious gaze. She saw her husband stride

in front with the long rough gait she knew so well, and the swing of his

arms which always showed that his temper was not in its best condition;

and behind him Cadman slouched along, with his shoulders up and his red

hands clinched. And the poor wife sadly went back to work, for her life

was a truly anxious one.

The station, as it was rather grandly called, was a hut, about the size

of a four-post bed, upon the low cliff, undermined by the sea, and

even then threatened to be swept away. Here was a tall flag-staff for

signals, and a place for a beacon-light when needed, and a bench with

a rest for a spy-glass. In the hut itself were signal flags, and a few

spare muskets, and a keg of bullets, with maps and codes hung round the

wall, and flint and tinder, and a good many pipes, and odds and ends on

ledges. Carroway was very proud of this place, and kept the key strictly

in his own pocket, and very seldom allowed a man to pass through

the narrow doorway. But he liked to sit inside, and see them looking

desirous to come in.

“Stand there, Cadman,” he said, as soon as he had settled himself in the

one hard chair; and the man, though thoroughly primed for revolt, obeyed

the old habit, and stood outside.

“Once more you have misled me, Cadman, and abused my confidence. More

than that, you have made me a common laughing-stock for scores of fools,

and even for a learned gentleman, magistrate of divinity. I was not

content with your information until you confirmed it by letters you

produced from men well known to you, as you said, and even from

the inland trader who had contracted for the venture. The schooner

Elizabeth, of Goole, disguised as a collier, was to bring to, with Robin

Lyth on board of her, and the goods in her hold under covering of coal,

and to run the goods at the South Flamborough landing this very night. I

have searched the Elizabeth from stem to stern, and the craft brought

up alongside of her; and all I have found is a wretched Frenchman, who

skulked so that I made sure of him, and not a blessed anker of foreign

brandy, nor even a forty-pound bag of tea. You had that packet of

letters in your neck-tie. Hand them to me this moment--”

“If your Honor has made up your mind to think that a sailor of the Royal

Navy--”

“Cadman, none of that! No lick-spittle lies to me; those letters, that

I may establish them! You shall have them back, if they are right. And I

will pay you a half crown for the loan.”

“If I was to leave they letters in your hand, I could never hold head up

in Burlington no more.”

“That is no concern of mine. Your duty is to hold up your head with me,

and those who find you in bread and butter.”

“Precious little butter I ever gets, and very little bread to speak of.

The folk that does the work gets nothing. Them that does nothing gets

the name and game.”

“Fellow, no reasoning, but obey me!” Carroway shouted, with his temper

rising. “Hand over those letters, or you leave the service.”

“How can I give away another man's property?” As he said these words,

the man folded his arms, as who should say, “That is all you get out of

me.”

“Is that the way you speak to your commanding officer? Who owns those

letters, then, according to your ideas?”

“Butcher Hewson; and he says that you shall have them as soon as he sees

the money for his little bill.”

This was a trifle too much for Carroway. Up he jumped with surprising

speed, took one stride through the station door, and seizing Cadman by

the collar, shook him, wrung his ear with the left hand, which was like

a pair of pincers, and then with the other flung him backward as if he

were an empty bag. The fellow was too much amazed to strike, or close

with him, or even swear, but received the vehement impact without any

stay behind him. So that he staggered back, hat downward, and striking

one heel on a stone, fell over the brink of the shallow cliff to the

sand below.

The lieutenant, who never had thought of this, was terribly scared, and

his wrath turned cold. For although the fall was of no great depth, and

the ground at the bottom so soft, if the poor man had struck it poll

foremost, as he fell, it was likely that his neck was broken. Without

any thought of his crippled heel, Carroway took the jump himself.

As soon as he recovered from the jar, which shook his stiff joints and

stiffer back, he ran to the coast-guardsman and raised him, and found

him very much inclined to swear. This was a good sign, and the officer

was thankful, and raised him in the gravelly sand, and kindly requested

him to have it out, and to thank the Lord as soon as he felt better. But

Cadman, although he very soon came round, abstained from every token of

gratitude. Falling with his mouth wide open in surprise, he had filled

it with gravel of inferior taste, as a tidy sewer pipe ran out just

there, and at every execration he discharged a little.

“What can be done with a fellow so ungrateful?” cried the lieutenant,

standing stiffly up again; “nothing but to let him come back to his

manners. Hark you, John Cadman, between your bad words, if a glass of

hot grog will restore your right wits, you can come up and have it, when

your clothes are brushed.”

With these words Carroway strode off to his cottage, without even

deigning to look back, for a minute had been enough to show him that no

very serious harm was done.

The other man did not stir until his officer was out of sight; and then

he arose and rubbed himself, but did not care to go for his rummer of

hot grog.

“I must work this off,” the lieutenant said, as soon as he had told

his wife, and received his scolding; “I can not sit down; I must do

something. My mind is becoming too much for me, I fear. Can you expect

me to be laughed at? I shall take a little sail in the boat; the wind

suits, and I have a particular reason. Expect me, my dear, when you see

me.”

In half an hour the largest boat, which carried a brass swivel-gun in

her bows, was stretching gracefully across the bay, with her three white

sails flashing back the sunset. The lieutenant steered, and he had four

men with him, of whom Cadman was not one, that worthy being left at

home to nurse his bruises and his dudgeon. These four men now were quite

marvellously civil, having heard of their comrade's plight, and being

pleased alike with that and with their commander's prowess. For Cadman

was by no means popular among them, because, though his pay was the same

as theirs, he always tried to be looked up to; the while his manners

were not distinguished, and scarcely could be called polite, when a

supper required to be paid for. In derision of this, and of his desire

for mastery, they had taken to call him “Boatswain Jack,” or “John

Boatswain,” and provoked him by a subscription to present him with a

pig-whistle. For these were men who liked well enough to receive hard

words from their betters who were masters of their business, but saw

neither virtue nor value in submitting to superior airs from their

equals.

The Royal George, as this boat was called, passed through the fleet of

quiet vessels, some of which trembled for a second visitation; but not

deigning to molest them, she stood on, and rounding Flamborough Head,

passed by the pillar rocks called King and Queen, and bore up for the

North Landing cove. Here sail was taken in, and oars were manned; and

Carroway ordered his men to pull in to the entrance of each of the

well-known caves.

To enter these, when any swell is running, requires great care and

experience; and the Royal George had too much beam to do it comfortably,

even in the best of weather. And now what the sailors call a “chopping

sea” had set in with the turn of the tide, although the wind was still

off-shore; so that even to lie to at the mouth made rather a ticklish

job of it. The men looked at one another, and did not like it, for

a badly handled oar would have cast them on the rocks, which are

villainously hard and jagged, and would stave in the toughest boat, like

biscuit china. However, they durst not say that they feared it; and by

skill and steadiness they examined all three caves quite enough to be

certain that no boat was in them.

The largest of the three, and perhaps the finest, was the one they first

came to, which already was beginning to be called the cave of Robin

Lyth. The dome is very high, and sheds down light when the gleam of the

sea strikes inward. From the gloomy mouth of it, as far as they could

venture, the lapping of the wavelets could be heard all round it,

without a boat, or even a balk of wood to break it. Then they tried

echo, whose clear answer hesitates where any soft material is; but the

shout rang only of hard rock and glassy water. To make assurance doubly

sure, they lit a blue-light, and sent it floating through the depths,

while they held their position with two boat-hooks and a fender. The

cavern was lit up with a very fine effect, but not a soul inside of it

to animate the scene. And to tell the truth, the bold invaders were

by no means grieved at this; for if there had been smugglers there, it

would have been hard to tackle them.

Hauling off safely, which was worse than running in, they pulled across

the narrow cove, and rounding the little headland, examined the Church

Cave and the Dovecote likewise, and with a like result. Then heartily

tired, and well content with having done all that man could do, they

set sail again in the dusk of the night, and forged their way against a

strong ebb-tide toward the softer waters of Bridlington, and the warmer

comfort of their humble homes.

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