“Let them accuse me by invention; I will answer in mine honour.”
_Coriolanus._
“Yes!” muttered the Rover, with bitter irony, as his boat rowed under
the stern of the cruiser of the Crown; “yes! I, and my officers, will
taste of your banquet! But the viands shall be such as these hirelings
of the King shall little relish!—Pull with a will, my men, pull; in an
hour, you shall rummage the store-rooms of that fool, for your reward!”
The greedy freebooters who manned the oars could scarcely restrain
their shouts, in order to maintain that air of moderation which policy
still imposed but they gave vent to their excitement, in redoubled
efforts in propelling the pinnace. In another minute the adventurers
were all in safety again under the sheltering guns of the “Dolphin.”
His people gathered, from the haughty gleamings that were flashing from
the eyes of the Rover, as his foot once more touched the deck of his
own ship, that the period of some momentous action was at hand. For an
instant, he lingered on the quarter-deck surveying, with a sort of
stern joy, the sturdy materials of his lawless command; and then,
without speaking, he abruptly entered his proper cabin either forgetful
that he had conceded its use to others or, in the present excited state
of his mind, utterly indifferent to the change. A sudden and tremendous
blow on the gong announced to the alarmed females, who had ventured
from their secret place, under the present amicable appearances between
the two ships, not only his presence, but his humour.
“Let the first lieutenant be told I await him,” was the stern order
that followed the appearance of the attendant he had summoned.
During the short period which elapsed before his mandate could be
obeyed, the Rover seemed struggling with an emotion that choaked him.
But when the door of the cabin was opened, and Wilder stood before him,
the most suspicious and closest observer might have sought in vain any
evidence of the fierce passion which in reality agitated the inward
man. With the recovery of his self-command, returned a recollection of
the manner of his intrusion into a place which he had himself ordained
should be privileged. It was then that he first sought the shrinking
forms of the females, and hastened to relieve the terror that was too
plainly to be seen in their countenances, by words of apology and
explanation.
“In the hurry of an interview with a friend,” he said, “I may have
forgotten that I am host to even such guests as it is my happiness to
entertain, though it be done so very indifferently.”
“Spare your civilities, sir,” said Mrs Wyllys, with dignity: “In order
to make us less sensible of any intrusion, be pleased to act the master
here.”
The Rover first saw the ladies seated; and then, like one who appeared
to think the occasion might excuse any little departure from customary
forms, he signed, with a smile of high courtesy, to his lieutenant to
imitate their example.
“His Majesty’s artisans have sent worse ships than the ‘Dart’ upon the
ocean, Wilder,” he commenced, with a significant look, as if he
intended that the other should supply all the meaning that his words
did not express; “but his ministers might have selected a more
observant individual for the command.”
“Captain Bignall has the reputation of a brave and an honest man.”
“Ay! He should deserve it; for, strip him of these qualities, and
little would remain. He gives me to understand that he is especially
sent into this latitude in quest of a ship that we have all heard of,
either in good or in evil report; I speak of the Red Rover!’”
The involuntary start of Mrs Wyllys, and the sudden manner in which
Gertrude grasped the arm of her governess, were certainly seen by the
last speaker but in no degree did his manner betray the consciousness
of such an observation. His self-possession was admirably emulated by
his male companion, who answered, with a composure that no jealousy
could have seen was assumed,—
“His cruise will be hazardous, not to say without success.”
“It may prove both. And yet he has lofty expectations of the results.”
“He probably labours under the common error as to the character of the
man he seeks.”
“In what does he mistake?”
“In supposing that he will encounter an ordinary freebooter—one coarse,
rapacious, ignorant, and inexorable like others of”——
“Of what, sir?”
“I would have said, of his class; but a mariner like him we speak of
forms the head of his own order.”
“We will call him, then, by his popular name, Mr Wilder—a rover. But,
answer me, is it not remarkable that so aged and experienced a seaman
should come to this little frequented sea in quest of a ship whose
pursuits should call her into more bustling scenes?”
“He may have traced her through the narrow passages of the islands, and
followed on the course she has last been seen steering.”
“He may indeed,” returned the Rover, musing intently “Your thorough
mariner knows how to calculate the chances of winds and currents, as
the bird finds its way in air. Still a description of the ship should
be needed for a clue.”
The eyes of Wilder, not withstanding every effort to the contrary, sunk
before the piercing gaze they encountered, as he answered,—
“Perhaps he is not without that knowledge, too.”
“Perhaps not. Indeed, he gave me reason to believe he has an agent in
the secrets of his enemy. Nay, he expressly avowed the same, and
acknowledged that his prospects of success depended on the skill and
information of that individual, who no doubt has his private means of
communicating what he learns of the movements of those with whom he
serves.”
“Did he name him?”
“He did.”
“It was?”——
“Henry—Ark, _alias_ Wilder.”
“It is vain to attempt denial,” said our adventurer rising, with an air
of pride that he intended should conceal the uneasy sensation that in
truth beset him; “I find you know me.”
“For a false traitor, sir.”
“Captain Heidegger, you are safe, here, in using these reproachful
terms.”
The Rover struggled, and struggled successfully, to keep down the
risings of his temper; but the effort lent to his countenance gleamings
of fierce and bitter scorn.
“You will communicate that fact also to your superiors,” he said, with
taunting irony. “The monster of the seas, he who plunders defenceless
fishermen ravages unprotected coasts, and eludes the flag of King
George, as other serpents steal into their caves at the footstep of
man, is safe in speaking his mind, backed by a hundred and fifty
freebooters, and in the security of his own cabin. Perhaps he knows
too, that he is breathing in the atmosphere of peaceful and
peace-making woman.”
But the first surprise of the subject of his scorn had passed, and he
was neither to be goaded into retort nor terrified into entreaties.
Folding his arms with calmness, Wilder simply replied,—
“I have incurred this risk, in order to drive a scourge from the ocean,
which had baffled all other attempts at its extermination. I knew the
hazard, and shall not shrink from its penalty.”
“You shall not, sir!” returned the Rover, striking the gong again with
a finger that appeared to carry in its touch the weight of a giant.
“Let the negro, and the topman his companion, be secured in irons, and,
on no account, permit them to communicate, by word or signal, with the
other ship.”—When the agent of his punishments, who had entered at the
well-known summons, had retired, he again turned to the firm and
motionless form that stood before him, and continued: “Mr Wilder, there
is a law which binds this community, into which you have so
treacherously stolen, together, that would consign you, and your
miserable confederates, to the yard-arm the instant your true character
should be known to my people. I have but to open that door, and to
pronounce the nature of your treason, in order to give you up to the
tender mercies of the crew.”
“You will not! no, you will not!” cried a voice at his elbow, which
thrilled on even all his iron nerves. “You have forgotten the ties
which bind man to his fellows, but cruelty is not natural to your
heart. By all the recollections of your earliest and happiest days; by
the tenderness and pity which watched your childhood; by that holy and
omniscient Being who suffers not a hair of the innocent to go
unrevenged, I conjure you to pause, before you forget your own awful
responsibility. No! you will not—cannot—dare not be so merciless!”
“What fate did he contemplate for me and my followers, when he entered
on this insidious design?” hoarsely demanded the Rover.
“The laws of God and man are with him,” you continued the governess,
quailing not, as her own contracting eye met the stern gaze which she
confronted. “’Tis reason that speaks in my voice; ’tis mercy which I
know is pleading at your heart. The cause, the motive, sanctify his
acts; while your career can find justification in the laws neither of
heaven nor earth.”
“This is bold language to sound in the ears of a blood-seeking,
remorseless pirate!” said the other, looking about him with a smile so
proud and conscious that it seemed to proclaim how plainly he saw that
the speaker relied on the very reverse of the qualities he named.
“It is the language of truth; and ears like yours cannot be deaf to the
sounds. If”——
“Lady, cease,” interrupted the Rover, stretching his arm towards her
with calmness and dignity. “My resolution was formed on the instant;
and no remonstrance nor apprehension of the consequence, can change it.
Mr Wilder, you are free. If you have not served me as faithfully as I
once expected, you have taught me a lesson in the art of physiognomy,
which shall leave me a wiser man for tho rest of my days.”
The conscious Wilder stood self-condemned and humbled. The strugglings
which stirred his inmost soul were easily to be read in the workings of
a countenance that was no longer masked in artifice, but which was
deeply charged with shame and sorrow The conflict lasted, however, but
for a moment.
“Perhaps you know not the extent of my object, Captain Heidegger,” he
said; “it embraced the forfeit of your life, and the destruction, or
dispersion, of your crew.”
“According to the established usages of that portion of the world
which, having the power, oppresses the remainder, it did. Go, sir;
rejoin your proper ship; I repeat, you are free.”
“I cannot leave you, Captain Heidegger without one word of
justification.”
“What! can the hunted, denounced, and condemned freebooter command an
explanation! Is even his good opinion necessary to a virtuous servant
of the Crown!”
“Use such terms of triumph and reproach as suit your pleasure, sir,”
returned the other, reddening to the temples as he spoke; “to me your
language can now convey no offence; still would I not leave you without
removing part of the odium which you think I merit.”
“Speak freely. Sir, you are my guest.”
Although the most cutting revilings could not have wounded the
repentant Wilder so deeply as this generous conduct, he so far subdued
his feelings as to continue,—
“You are not now to learn,” he said, “that vulgar rumour has given a
colour to your conduct and character which is not of a quality to
command the esteem of men.”
“You may find leisure to deepen the tints,” hastily interrupted his
listener, though the emotion which trembled in his voice plainly
denoted how deeply he felt the wound which was given by a world he
affected to despise.
“If called upon to speak at all, my words shall be those of truth,
Captain Heidegger. But is it surprising, that, filled with the ardour
of a service that you once thought honourable yourself, I should be
found willing to risk life, and even to play the hypocrite in order to
achieve an object that would not only have been rewarded, but approved,
had it been successful? With such sentiments I embarked on the
enterprise; but, as Heaven is my judge, your manly confidence had half
disarmed me before my foot had hardly crossed your threshold.”
“And yet you turned not back?”
“There might have been powerful reasons to the contrary,” resumed the
defendant, unconsciously glancing his eyes at the females as he spoke.
“I kept my faith at Newport; and, had my two followers then been
released from your ship, foot of mine should never have entered her
again,”
“Young man, I am willing to believe you. I think I penetrate your
motives. You have played a delicate game; and, instead of repining, you
will one day rejoice that it has been fruitless. Go, sir; a boat shall
attend you to the ‘Dart’.”
“Deceive not yourself, Captain Heidegger, in believing that any
generosity of yours can shut my eyes to my proper duty. The instant I
am seen by the Commander of the ship you name, your character will be
betrayed.”
“I expect it.”
“Nor will my hand be idle in the struggle that must follow. I may die,
here, a victim to my mistake if you please; but, the moment I am
released, I become your enemy.”
“Wilder!” exclaimed the Rover, grasping his hand, with a smile that
partook of the wild peculiarity of the action, “we should have been
acquainted earlier! But regret is idle. Go; should my people learn the
truth, any remonstrances of mine would be like whispers in a
whirlwind.”
“When last I joined the ‘Dolphin,’ I did not come alone.”
“Is it not enough,” rejoined the Rover, coldly recoiling for a step,
“that I offer liberty and life?”
“Of what service can a being, fair, helpless, and unfortunate as this,
be in a ship devoted to pursuits like those of the ‘Dolphin?’”
“Am I to be cut off for ever from communion with the best of my kind!
Go, sir; leave me the image of virtue, at least, though I may be
wanting in its substance.”
“Captain Heidegger, once, in the warmth of your better feelings, you
pronounced a pledge in favour of these females, which I hope came deep
from the heart.”
“I understand you, sir. What I then said is not, and shall not, be
forgotten. But whither would you lead your companions? Is not one
vessel on the high seas as safe as another? Am I to be deprived of
every means of making friends unto myself? Leave me sir—go—you may
linger until my permission to depart cannot avail you.”
“I shall never desert my charge,” said Wilder, firmly.
“Mr. Wilder—or I should rather call you Lieutenant Ark, I
believe”—returned the Rover, “you may trifle with my good nature till
the moment of your own security shall be past.”
“Act your will on me: I die at my post, or go accompanied by those with
whom I came.”
“Sir, the acquaintance of which you boast is not older than my own. How
know you that they prefer you for their protector? I have deceived
myself, and done poor justice to my own intentions, if they have found
cause for complaints, since their happiness or comfort has been in my
keeping. Speak, fair one; which will you for a protector?”
“Leave me, leave me!” exclaimed Gertrude, veiling her eyes, in terror,
from the insidious smile with which he approached her, as she would
have avoided the attractive glance of a basilisk. “Oh! if you have pity
in your heart, let us quit your ship!”
Notwithstanding the vast self-command which the being she so
ungovernably and spontaneously repelled had in common over his
feelings, no effort could repress the look of deep and humiliating
mortification with which he heard her. A cold and haggard smile gleamed
over his features, as he murmured, in a voice which he in vain
endeavoured to smother,—
“I have purchased this disgust from all my species and dearly must the
penalty be paid!—Lady, you and your lovely ward are the mistresses of
your own acts. This ship, and this cabin, are at your command; or, if
you elect to quit both, others will receive you.”
“Safety for our sex is only to be found beneath the fostering
protection of the laws,” said Mrs Wyllys “Would to God!”——
“Enough!” he interrupted, “you shall accompany your friend. The ship
will not be emptier than my heart, when all have left me.”
“Did you call?” asked a low voice at his elbow, in tones so plaintive
and mild, that they could not fail to catch his ear.
“Roderick,” he hurriedly replied, “you will find occupation below.
Leave us, good Roderick. For a while, leave me.”
Then, as if anxious to close the scene as speedily as possible, he gave
another of his signals on the gong. An order was given to convey Fid
and the black into a boat, whither he also sent the scanty baggage of
his female guests. So soon as these brief arrangements were completed,
he handed the governess with studied courtesy, through his wondering
people, to the side, and saw her safely seated, with her ward and
Wilder, in the pinnace. The oars were manned by the two seamen, and a
silent adieu was given by a wave of his hand; after which he
disappeared from those to whom their present release seemed as
imaginary and unreal as had appeared their late captivity.
The threat of the interference of the crew of the “Dolphin” was,
however, still ringing in the ears of Wilder. He made an impatient
gesture to his attendants to ply their oars, cautiously steering the
boat on such a course as should soonest lead her from beneath the guns
of the freebooters. While passing under the stern of the “Dolphin,” a
hoarse hail was sent across the waters, and the voice of the Rover was
heard speaking to the Commander of the “Dart.”
“I send you a party of your guests,” he said; “and, among them, all the
divinity of my ship.”
The passage was short; nor was time given for any of the liberated to
arrange their thoughts, before it became necessary to ascend the side
of the cruiser of the Crown.
“Heaven help us!” exclaimed Bignall, catching a glimpse of the sex of
his visiters through a port “Heaven help us both, Parson! That young
hair brained fellow has sent us a brace of petticoats aboard; and these
the profane reprobate calls his divinities! One may easily guess where
he has picked up such quality; but cheer up, Doctor; one may honestly
forget the cloth in five fathom water, you know.”
The facetious laugh of the old Commander of the “Dart” betrayed that he
was more than half disposed to overlook the fancied presumption of his
audacious inferior; furnishing a sort of pledge, to all who heard it,
that no undue scruples should defeat the hilarity of the moment. But
when Gertrude, flushed with the excitement of the scene through which
she had just passed, and beaming with a loveliness that derived so much
of its character from its innocence, appeared on his deck, the veteran
rubbed his-eyes in an amazement which could not have been greatly
surpassed, had one of that species of beings the Rover had named
actually fallen at his feet from the skies.
“The heartless scoundrel!” cried the worthy tar, “to lead astray one so
young and so lovely! Ha! as I live, my own lieutenant! How’s this, Mr
Ark! have we fallen on the days of miracles?”
An exclamation, which came deep from the heart the governess, and a low
and mournful echo from the lips of the divine, interrupted the further
expression of his indignation and his wonder.
“Captain Bignall,” observed the former, pointing to the tottering form
which was leaning on Wilder for support, “on my life, you are mistaken
in the character of this lady. It is more than twenty years since we
last met, but I pledge my own character for the purity and truth of
hers.”
“Lead me to the cabin,” murmured Mrs Wyllys. “Gertrude, my love, where
are we? Lead me to some secret place.”
Her request was complied with; the whole group retiring in a body from
before the sight of the spectators who thronged the deck. Here the
deeply agitated governess regained a portion of her self-command, and
then her wandering gaze sought the meek, concerned countenance of the
chaplain.
“This is a tardy and heart-rending meeting,” she said, pressing the
hand he gave her to her lips. “Gertrude, in this gentleman you see the
divine that united me to the man who once formed the pride and
happiness of my existence.”
“Mourn not his loss,” whispered the reverend priest, bending over her
chair, with the interest of a parent. “He was taken from you at an
early hour; but he died as all who loved him might have wished.
“And none was left to bear, in remembrance of his qualities, his proud
name to posterity! Tell me, good Merton, is not the hand of Providence
visible in this dispensation? Ought I not to humble myself before it,
as a just punishment of my disobedience to an affectionate, though too
obdurate, parent?”
“None may presume to pry into the mysteries of he righteous government
that orders all things. Enough for us, that we learn to submit to the
will of Him who rules, without questioning his justice.”
“But,” continued the governess, in tones so husky as to betray how
powerfully she felt the temptation to forget his admonition, “would not
one life have sufficed? was I to be deprived of all?”
“Madam, reflect! What has been done was done in wisdom, as I trust it
was in mercy.”
“You say truly. I will forget all of the sad events, but their
application to myself And you, worthy and benevolent Merton, where and
how have been passed your days, since the time of which we speak?”
“I am but a low and humble shepherd of a truant flock,” returned the
meek chaplain, with a sigh. “Many distant seas have I visited, and many
strange faces, and stranger natures, has it been my lot to encounter in
my pilgrimage. I am but lately returned, from the east, into the
hemisphere where I first drew breath; and, by permission of our
superiors, I came to pass a month in the vessel of a companion, whose
friendship bears even an older date than our own.”
“Ay, ay, Madam,” returned the worthy Bignall, whose feelings had been
not a little disturbed by the previous scene; “it is near half a
century since the Parson and I were boys together, and we have been
rubbing up old recollections on the cruise. Happy am I that a lady of
so commendable qualities has come to make one of our party.”
“In this lady you see the daughter of the late Captain——, and the
relict of the son of our ancient Commander, Rear-Admiral de Lacey,”
hastily resumed the divine, as though he knew the well-meaning honesty
of his friend was more to be trusted than his discretion.
“I knew them both; and brave men and thorough seamen were the pair! The
lady was welcome as your friend, Merton; but she is doubly so, as the
widow and child of the gentlemen you name.”
“De Lacey!” murmured an agitated voice in the ear of the governess.
“The law gives me a title to bear that name,” returned she whom we
shall still continue to call by her assumed appellation, folding her
weeping pupil long and affectionately to her bosom. “The veil is
unexpectedly withdrawn, my love, nor shall concealment be longer
affected. My father was the Captain of the flag-ship. Necessity
compelled him to leave me more in the society of your young relative
than he would have done, could he have foreseen the consequences. But I
knew both his pride and his poverty too well, to dare to make him
arbiter of my fate, after the alternative became, to my inexperienced
imagination worse than even his anger. We were privately united by this
gentleman, and neither of our parents knew of the connexion. Death”—
The voice of the widow became choaked, and she made a sign to the
chaplain, as if she would have him continue the tale.
“Mr de Lacey and his father-in-law fell in the same battle, within a
short month of the ceremony,” add ed the subdued voice of Merton. “Even
you, dearest Madam, never knew the melancholy particulars of their end.
I was a solitary witness of their deaths for to me were they both
consigned, amid the confusion of the battle. Their blood was mingled;
and your parent, in blessing the young hero, unconsciously blessed his
son.”
“Oh! I deceived his noble nature, and dearly have I paid the penalty!”
exclaimed the self-abased widow. “Tell me, Merton, did he ever know of
my marriage?”
“He did not. Mr de Lacey died first, and upon his bosom, for he loved
him ever as a child; but other thoughts than useless explanations were
then uppermost in their minds.”
“Gertrude,” said the governess, in hollow, repentant tones, “there is
no peace for our feeble sex but in submission; no happiness but in
obedience.”
“It is over now,” whispered the weeping girl; “all over, and forgotten.
I am your child—your own Gertrude—the creature of your formation.”
“Harry Ark!” exclaimed Bignall, clearing his throat with a hem so
vigorous as to carry the sound to the outer deck, seizing the arm of
his entranced lieutenant, and dragging him from the scene while he
spoke. “What the devil besets the boy! You forget that, all this time,
I am as ignorant of your own adventures as is his Majesty’s prime
minister of navigation Why do I see you, here, a visitor from a royal
cruiser, when I thought you were playing the mock pirate? and how came
that harum-scarum twig of nobility in possession of so goodly a
company, as well as of so brave a ship?”
Wilder drew a long and deep breath, like one that awakes from a
pleasing dream, reluctantly suffering himself to be forced from a spot
where he fondly felt that he could have continued, without weariness,
for ever.