AFTER GENERAL QUARTERS.
At eleven o'clock, when the master-at-arms knocked at the door of the
fourth lieutenant, to inform him that it was time to put out his light,
the calculations in regard to the position of the Ben Nevis had been
made and verified. Mr. Hackleford, after counselling prudence and
precaution, retired to his state-room. Somers threw himself on his cot,
and having eased his mind of the heavy burden which had rested upon it,
he went to sleep. But there was only an hour of rest for him, for at
twelve o'clock he was to take the deck.
When eight bells struck, he turned out, much refreshed by his short nap,
to relieve Mr. Garboard. It was a beautiful night, with only a gentle
breeze from the westward, and the ship was doing her ten knots without
making any fuss about it. Somers took the trumpet, which the officer of
the deck always carries as the emblem of his office, and commenced his
walk on the weather side.
Though he carefully watched the compasses, and saw that the sheets were
hauled close home, he could not help thinking of the startling events
which had transpired on the preceding evening. But he was satisfied with
himself now. He had purged himself of all appearance of complicity with
the enemies of his country, and he fully expected that Pillgrim would be
put under arrest within the next forty-eight hours. The consciousness of
duty done made him happy and contented. The first lieutenant had even
praised him for the manner in which he had conducted the delicate
business, and did not lay any stress on the oath of allegiance, or the
commander's commission.
For his four hours he "planked the deck," thinking of the past and
hopeful of the future. At eight bells he sent a midshipman down to call
Mr. Pillgrim. While he was waiting to be relieved, he could not help
considering what a risk it was to leave that noble ship in the hands of
a traitor; but Somers had given all the information he had to Mr.
Hackleford, and the responsibility did not rest upon himself. The first
lieutenant was an able and discreet officer, and would not permit the
Chatauqua to be imperilled even for a moment.
"Good morning, Mr. Somers," said Lieutenant Pillgrim, as he came on
deck.
"Good morning, Mr. Pillgrim," replied Somers, with all the courtesy due
to the quarter deck.
"A fine morning."
"Beautiful weather."
"You have had a good opportunity to think over our business. How do you
feel about it?"
"Just right, I hope."
"I am glad to hear it. Have you seen anything of the Ben Nevis?"
"Of the Ben Nevis! No, sir; I don't expect to see her here."
"We may," replied Pillgrim, as he took the trumpet.
"Isn't she going to Mobile?"
"We'll talk of her during the forenoon watch," added the second
lieutenant, as he turned on his heel and walked forward.
Somers went below. As he entered the ward-room, Mr. Hackleford came out
of his state-room. This gentleman evidently intended to keep a sharp
lookout for the officer of the deck during his watch. He asked the
relieved officer if anything more had transpired, and the unimportant
conversation which had just taken place was fully reported to him.
"Mr. Somers, I haven't slept an hour during the night. There are one or
two points in your statement which were a little dark to me," said Mr.
Hackleford.
"More than that of it is dark to me. I do not profess to understand the
whole of it. I only state the facts from my own point of view."
"You listened to this talk between Coles and Langdon at the sailors'
boarding-house in Front Street?"
"Yes, sir."
"If you saw Coles there, how could--"
"I didn't see him, sir; I only heard him."
"That accounts for it," said Mr. Hackleford, musing. "Didn't you
recognize Mr. Pillgrim's voice?"
"No, sir; I think he changed it; though the two tones were so similar
that I might have recognized it, if I had suspected they were the same
person."
Mr. Hackleford asked other questions, which Somers answered with strict
regard to the truth, rather than with the intention of removing the
first lieutenant's doubts. He wanted only facts himself, and he was
careful not to distort them, in order to confirm any theory of his own
or of his superior officer.
Mr. Hackleford went on deck, and Somers turned in. He was in condition
to sleep now, and he improved his four hours below to the best
advantage.
After general quarters, when the crew were dismissed, he went down to
his state-room, prepared to meet Mr. Pillgrim. He was surprised to know
how little curiosity he felt to learn what the traitor wanted and
expected of him. Punctual to the appointed time, which exhibited the
interest he felt in the expected interview, the treacherous second
lieutenant made his appearance. Somers received him as one officer
should receive another, though it was hard work for him to disguise the
contempt and detestation with which he regarded the traitor.
"Well, Somers, now I am to tell you what I want of you. It isn't much,
as I warned you before; and I am very glad to see that you are in such a
happy frame of mind."
"I am ready to hear you, and do the best I can," replied Somers,
carefully following the instructions of Mr. Hackleford with regard to
matter and manner.
He had been cautioned to be ready enough in listening to the chief
conspirator, but not too ready, so as to betray his object.
"Good! I think you understand me now."
"I think I do, sir."
"I am sorry to do it, but it is necessary for me to remind you again
that your fate is in my hands; that a word from me would subject you to
a trial by court martial for treason, and probably to more hemp rope
than would feel good about your neck."
"Though I don't think I am in so much danger as you represent, I will
grant your position."
"Don't grant it, if you think it is not correct;" and Mr. Pillgrim
minutely detailed the evidence which could be brought to bear against
him.
Somers appeared to be overwhelmed by this array of testimony. He
groaned, looked hopeless, and finally granted the traitor's position in
full.
"I am in your power. Do with me as you will. Of course the moment I put
my foot on a rebel deck I am ruined."
"You can do as you please about going into the Confederate service. What
I want of you will not compromise you as a loyal man in the slightest
degree."
"What do you want of me?"
"Not quite so loud, if you please, Mr. Somers," said the lieutenant,
glancing at the door. "To me, Somers, you have been a thorn. You lost me
the Snowden, and the valuable cargo of the Theban."
"I only did my duty," pleaded Somers.
"Bah! don't use that word to me again. Through you a fortune slipped
through my fingers. I should have got the Snowden into Wilmington, if
you had not meddled with the matter. I have lost eighty thousand dollars
by you."
"Of course I had no ill will against you personally."
"Very true; if you had, you would have been a dead man before this time.
Phil Kennedy was a fool, but he was my best friend. I have his bond for
forty thousand dollars, which is waste paper just now. Phil fell by your
hand."
"It was in fair fight."
"Nonsense! What matter is it to me how he fell, whether it was in fair
fight or foul? He is dead; that is all."
"What has all this to do with me?" asked Somers, with seeming
impatience.
"Much, my dear fellow. Phil was to marry Kate Portington; was to pocket
her fortune. You have cut him out. You will marry her, and in due time
come into possession of a million. The commodore is apoplectic, and will
not live many years. Do you see my point?"
"I do not," answered Somers, disgusted with this heartless statement.
"As you cheated me out of the Snowden, as you killed Phil Kennedy, as
you will marry Kate Portington, I propose that you assume and pay Phil's
bond."
"I?"
"Certainly--you; Mr. Somers; Kate's prodigy," laughed Pillgrim.
"Never!" exclaimed Somers, jumping to his feet.
"You speak too loud, Mr. Somers."
"Am I a dog, or a snake, or a toad, that I should do such an unclean
thing?"
The traitor took from his pocket the oath of allegiance, opened it, and
in silence thrust it into his companion's face.
"I have sold myself."
"You have, Somers. Think of it. If I have to make out a case against
you, of course you will never see Kate again. Let me add, that the
commodore sets his life by me. We were old friends before the war. You
may marry his daughter with my consent, but not without it."
"I never thought of such a thing."
"Perhaps not. We waste time. Will you sign the bond?"
"The bond is good for nothing. No court--"
"That is my affair. If you agree to it, I will run all risks. I trouble
no courts. If you don't pay, I have only to speak, and hang you then."
"I am lost," groaned Somers.
"No, you are not. Sign, and you have found fortune and a friend."
"I dare not sign."
"You dare not refuse."
Somers walked up and down the state-room, apparently in great mental
agony.
"Shall I sign?" said he, in a loud tone, as though he were speaking to
the empty air.
"Not so loud, man!" interposed Pillgrim, angrily.
At that instant two light raps were distinctly heard.
"What's that?" demanded the traitor, greatly alarmed.
"I will sign it," promptly added Somers, to whom the two raps seemed to
be perfectly intelligible.
"What was that noise?" asked Pillgrim, fearfully. "Is there any one in
Garboard's state-room?"
"I think not."
The second lieutenant was not satisfied. He opened the door and looked
into the adjoining state-room, but there was no person there, and the
ward-room was empty. There was no one within hearing, and the
conspirator recovered his wonted self-possession.
"You will sign?" said he.
"I will."
"I knew you would, and therefore I prepared the document; read it," he
continued, taking a paper from his pocket.
Somers read. It was simply an agreement to pay forty thousand dollars,
when he married Kate Portington, in consideration of certain assistance
rendered the signer, but without any allusion to the circumstances under
which it was given. As a legal document, of course it was good for
nothing, as both parties well understood. Somers signed it.
"Now, Mr. Somers, we are friends," said Pillgrim, as he folded up the
paper, and restored it to his pocket. "You have done me a good turn, and
I have done you one."
Somers, unwilling to regard Pillgrim as a fool, believed that this paper
was intended to ruin him in the estimation of the Portington family, and
that the villain intended to marry her himself when her apparent suitor
was disposed of.
"Is this all you expect of me?" asked Somers.
"This is the principal thing. I may have occasion to use you again; if
I do, I shall not hesitate to call upon you. You are in my confidence
now."
"Will you tell me, then, where the Ben Nevis is bound? I may want to
find her, for I haven't much taste for the old navy now."
"Ah, you make better progress than I anticipated. She is bound to St.
Marks."
This was a lie, as Somers well knew.
"Coles and Langdon said she was to make Mobile."
"The plan was changed. You must not lay much stress on what you heard
that night. It was all a blind,--or most of it was."
"Indeed?"
"The conversation at the house in Front Street was carried on for your
especial benefit," added Pillgrim, laughing and rubbing his hands.
"Langdon wrote both letters about the wounded sailor; there was no such
person. The old woman that kept the house was in my pay. When I spoke so
warmly in your praise to Langdon, I knew that you were listening to all
I said; indeed, I said it to you rather than to Langdon."
"Why did you tell me beforehand, if you intended to catch me with the
treasonable offer?" asked Somers, rather mortified to learn that he had
been duped from the beginning.
"I knew you would pretend to accept it. All I wanted was to get you to
take the commission, orders, and oath. As you agreed to sign the
latter, Langdon did it for you, for I could not wait."
"The Ben Nevis is no humbug?"
"No; I bought her and two other steamers on the Clyde, in Scotland. The
Ben Nevis was captured, but my friends bought her after she was
condemned. As there had been a great deal said about her in the
newspapers, I used her because it was probable you had heard of her."
"I had."
"Everything works as I intended."
"Not exactly," thought Somers.
"The captain of the coaster that pounded you that night was Langdon,"
laughed Pillgrim.
"Why was that done?"
"That I might take you back to the hotel, and be your friend. We did not
intend to hurt you much. It was important that you should think well of
me. You do--don't you?"
"Of course."
"All right now; remember you are mine, Somers," said Pillgrim, as he
left the room.