Hilary Leigh's scratches were two severe wounds which kept him in bed
for a couple of months, during which he learned that the despatches he
had brought back after turning the tables on the Pretender's followers
had, as the high official had said, given such information that by their
means a death-blow was given to the plots to place Charles Edward upon
the English throne; and when he was once more about, it was to join his
little vessel, with his lieutenant's grade endorsed, and in a span new
uniform, of which he was deservedly proud.
The cutter had been pretty well knocked about in the fight, but she was
once more in good trim, and her crew, who had received a capital share
of prize-money for their part in the capture of the schooner, received
him with three cheers.
For years after, the _Kestrel_ swept the Channel pretty clear of
smugglers and enemies, and continued so to do long after Hilary had
joined Captain Charteris's ship, taking with him the principal members
of his crew, Billy Waters rapidly becoming gunner of the great
man-of-war, and Tom Tully remaining Tom Tully still, able seaman and
owner of the biggest pigtail amongst five hundred men.
Five years had elapsed before Hilary again saw Sir Henry Norland, and
this was one day in a French port, when the greeting was most cordial.
"No, Hilary, my boy," he said, as he led the lieutenant to a handsome
house just outside the town. "I shall not come back to England to live.
Our cause failed, and I have given up politics now. The English
government have left me alone, or forgotten me, and I won't come back
and tell them who I am."
"And you don't feel any enmity against me, Sir Henry, for behaving to
you as I did?"
"Enmity, my dear boy!" cried Sir Henry, laying his hands affectionately
upon the young man's shoulders; "I was sorry that we were on opposite
sides, but I was more proud of you than I can tell. Many's the time I
said to myself, I would that you had been my son."
Just then Hilary started, for a graceful woman entered the room, to gaze
at him wonderingly for a moment, and then, with a mutual cry of
pleasure, they ran forward to catch each other's hands.
Sir Henry uttered a sigh of satisfaction, one that was not heard by the
young people, who were too much wrapped up in each other's words, for
this was a meeting neither had anticipated, and they had much to say.
Who is it that needs to be told that Hilary saw Adela Norland as often
as he could, and that being high in favour with the government, and soon
after made captain of a dashing ship, he should ask for, and obtain
permission, for Sir Henry Norland to return?
This permit giving him free pardon for the past Hilary himself took to
the French port, where he behaved very badly, for he told Adela Norland
that he would not give it up unless she made him a certain promise, and
this, with many blushes, she did, just as Sir Henry came into the room.
"Ah!" he said laughing, "I expected all this. Well, Hilary, I have no
son, and you want to take away my daughter."
"No, sir," said Hilary; "I only want to find you a son, and to take you,
free from all political care, once more home."
And this he did, making his name a brighter one still in the annals of
his country, for many were the gallant acts done by the brave sailor
Captain Hilary Leigh, for his country's good, and in the King's name.