"Hullo, young fellow!"
"Hullo, orficer!"
"You must not speak like that," said Archy, as he encountered Ram on
deck next morning, whistling softly as he neatly coiled down a rope.
"And you must touch your cap."
"That way?" said Ram.
"Yes; that will do, but you must say `Sir,' or `Ay, ay sir.'"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"Well, you seem to be settling down very soon."
"Oh, yes, I'm all right. What's the good of making a fuss. Going
ashore?"
"Yes. Do you want to go?"
Ram shook his head.
"No; I should only see some of our chaps, and it would look as if I'd
been splitting on them; and I didn't, did I?"
"No; you behaved very bravely and well, Ram."
"Mean it--_sir_?"
"Yes, I do, indeed."
"Thank ye--sir," said Ram. "No, don't let the skipper send me ashore;
and--I say--"
"Yes?"
"Tell mother I'm all right, and that I shan't have to go to prison, and
that I'll get some one to tell her how I'm getting on now and then.
She's a good one is mother, that she is."
"I'll tell her you have given up all smuggling, and that you are going
to be a good sailor now."
"Yes, do, please--sir. She hates the smuggling, and used to beg father
not, but he would do it. And I say, are you going up to the Hoze?"
"Yes; we shall search the farm and the Hoze too."
"Won't find nothing at the farm. Father never had nothing there, not
even a keg. And you won't find nothing at the Hoze."
"Not in the cellar?"
"No," said Ram frankly.
"How long has that Sir Risdon Graeme been a smuggler?"
"Him? Never was one, poor old chap, only father good as made him lend
us his cellar, because it was nice and handy, and nobody would think of
going and searching there. Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Ram, showing his white
teeth; "you people went up there one day and touched your hats to Sir
Risdon, and were afraid to go close up to the house, when all the time
the cellar was choke full."
"I remember," said the midshipman; "and I found it out. But look here,
Ram, how could your father make Sir Risdon, who is a gentleman, lend him
the cellar?"
"'Cause father and mother used to pretty well keep 'em. I had to be
always going without father knowing, and taking 'em bread and butter and
bacon and eggs. They just are poor. Mother used to send me, and she
often used to tell me that they was 'most starved to death."
"Then Sir Risdon didn't get anything by the smuggling?"
"Him!" cried Ram. "Why, father sent me up one day with a keg of brandy
for him, and a piece of silk for her ladyship; I did get hot that day
carrying of 'em up the hill. It was last summer."
"Yes; and what did Sir Risdon say?"
"Say? He 'most shied 'em at me, and I had to carry 'em back. My! That
was a hot day and no mistake."
Somehow Archy felt relieved about the Graemes, and, after a little
consideration, he went and reported all he had heard to the lieutenant,
who nodded his head, looked severe, and ordered the two boats to be
manned.
The midshipman took the order on deck, and Ram stared.
"I say," he said, "what's the good of going now? You'll have to row all
the way to the cove and walk all the way along by the cliffs. If you
wait till the tide's right out, you can get in through Grabley's hole."
Archy reported this, and in due time Gurr was left in charge of the
cutter, the lieutenant went off in one boat, and the other was in
Archy's charge.
It all seemed very matter of fact now, as they rowed in through the
opening, left the boats in the little pool, climbed the zigzag; and a
halt was called, during which the little lieutenant wiped his streaming
face, and recovered his breath.
Then the party marched for the farm, where, red-eyed, and her florid
face mottled and troubled-looking, Mrs Shackle met them.
"Well, woman," said the lieutenant severely; "I have to search this
place."
"If you please, sir," said the woman humbly.
"One moment. Answer me honestly. Is there any contraband article
stored about the farm?"
"No, sir, and never was."
"Humph! That's what your son said."
"My son? Oh, pray, pray tell me, gentlemen, is he safe? I heard that
he was burned to death."
"Your son is quite well, aboard my ship."
"Thank God! Oh, thank God!" cried the poor woman, sinking upon her
knees to cover her face with her hands, sobbing violently, and rocking
herself to and fro.
"There!" she cried, jumping up quickly, and wiping her eyes; "I've no
cause to fret now."
"He has volunteered for the navy," continued the lieutenant; "and if he
is a good lad, we shall make a man of him."
"Then you will, sir; for a better boy never stepped."
"For a smuggler, eh?" said the lieutenant drily.
"Well, sir, he was my husband's boy, and he did what his father told
him."
"And your husband?"
"The men came and told me, sir, that he escaped in the lugger."
"And the men--where are they?"
"They got away yesterday, sir, those who were left. They felt that they
must leave these parts for good."
"Yes, for _good_!" said the lieutenant emphatically. "Now, Mr
Raystoke, have you anything to say?"
"Only to deliver my message. Mrs Shackle, Ram told me to tell you he
was all right."
"Thank Heaven!" said the woman, wiping away a tear; "and you won't
punish him, sir, and you'll keep him away from the smuggling?"
"Never fear," cried the lieutenant, laughing.
"You were to give me my dirk, Mrs Shackle."
"Oh, _yes_, sir!" cried the woman, crossing to an old bureau, and taking
out the little weapon. "And I suppose, sir, all the old home will be
taken and destroyed?"
"Oh, I don't know. We shall see. But, look here, my good woman; do you
want to sail right or wrong now?"
"Oh, right, sir, please."
"Then tell me honestly where there are any more goods stored?"
"Everything left, sir, was put in the old quarry."
"Nothing up at that house on the hill?"
"No, sir, I think not. It's all over now, and my husband has gone, so I
may as well speak out."
"Of course. It will be best for you--and for your son."
"They only stored cargoes up at Sir Risdon's because it was handy, sir,
and then took them on afterwards to the big store in the old quarry that
was burned last night. But pray tell me, sir, was any one hurt?"
"No, but we have no thanks to give your people. Now, Mr Raystoke."
He marched out, and Archy was following, but Mrs Shackle arrested him.
"God bless you, my dear!" she whispered. "I knew about you being there,
but we couldn't help it, and Ram used to tell me all about it, and how
he liked you; and we sent you everything we could to make you
comfortable. Be kind now to my son."
"If Ram turns out a good lad, Mrs Shackle, he shall never want a--"
Archy was going to say friend, but he could not, for Mrs Shackle had
thrown her arms about his neck in a big, motherly hug, from which the
young officer escaped red-faced and vexed.
"I wish she hadn't kissed me," he said to himself, after making sure
that no one had seen. "And she has made my face all wet with her
crying."
They were on the march now to the Hoze, with the lieutenant in the
highest of glee, and chatting merrily to Archy as a brother officer and
a friend.
"If I could only have got the lugger too, Raystoke," he cried, "it would
have been glorious! But I couldn't do impossibilities, could I?"
"I am sure you did wonders, Mr Brough," said Archy.
"Well, never mind what I did, sir. You and Gurr acted so that I'm proud
of you both, and of the lads. Completely burned out the wasps' nest,
eh? It--will be a glorious despatch, Raystoke. By the way, we must go
straight down there and see if the place is cool enough to search.
There may be a little of the wasps' comb left, eh?"
"I'm afraid the whole of the stores would be destroyed."
"Ah, well, we shall see, and--Who are these?"
"Sir Risdon and Lady Graeme and their daughter," whispered Archy, who
coloured as he saw Celia looking at him defiantly.
They were outside the house, and Lieutenant Brough halted his men,
marched forward with the midshipman, and raised his hat, his salute
being formally returned.
"I regret to have to come in this unceremonious way, sir," said the
lieutenant.
"Excuse me," interrupted the baronet. "I expected you, sir, and, while
congratulating you and your men upon their success, I wish to humbly own
that my place has unwillingly on my part, been made one of the stores
for their nefarious transactions."
The lieutenant moved away with Sir Risdon, leaving Archy alone with
Celia and her mother.
"Oh," cried the girl, taking a step nearer to the midshipman, "how I
hate you!"
"Miss Graeme!"
"I thought you a nice frank boy, and that you would be our friend."
"Celia, my child," whispered Lady Graeme reproachfully.
"I can't help it, mamma. I wanted to help him, but he would keep saying
that he must tell of papa because it was his duty."
"Yes," said Archy bluntly; "and so it was."
"Yes," said Lady Graeme, "it was."
"Oh, mamma dear, pray don't say that. And now he has come with his
hateful men to take papa to prison, and--"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, Sir Risdon, of course, I must write my despatch.
But you have given me your word of honour as a gentleman that you never
engaged in these contraband practices."
These words reached the little group, and also Sir Risdon's reply:
"I swear it, sir; and it was only--"
"Yes, yes. Never mind that. Word of honour's enough between gentlemen.
Oh, no, I shall not search, sir. I am satisfied."
"Oh!" ejaculated Celia.
"Hah!" ejaculated Archy in a sigh of relief.
"Now, Mr Raystoke, midshipman," said the lieutenant merrily. "My chief
officer, ladies! Come, we have a great deal to do. Good morning. If
you will pay us a visit on the cutter, we shall be only too proud to see
you."
A friendly salute was interchanged, and Archy emphasised his by holding
out his hand to Celia.
"Good-bye," he said. "Don't hate me, please. I only did my duty."
"I don't hate you," she replied, giving him her hand. Only a boy and
girl; but Archy looked back several times, as they marched downward to
the cliff, and then up its steep, grassy slope, to see at a turn a white
handkerchief being waved to him.
"Why--hullo, Mr Raystoke!" cried the lieutenant merrily. "Oh, I see.
Well, wait till you become a post-captain, and I hope I shall be an
admiral by then, and that you will ask me to honour the wedding."
"Hush, pray, sir!" said Archy. "Some of the men will hear."
But the men did not hear, for they were quietly trudging along over the
short grass, chewing their quids, and discussing the fire in the cave;
those who had escaped relating again to those who were on the cutter
their terrible experiences before the powder caught.
In due time they reached the entrance to the quarry, and found that
everything was as they had anticipated, the smugglers having piled quite
a ton of stones over the trap-door. These were removed at length, and
the door was thrown open, when a peculiar dim bluish mist slowly rose,
and disappeared in the broad sunshine.
"Keep back, my lads," said the lieutenant. "The powder smells badly,
and it would be very risky to go down now."
"Fire seems to be out," said Archy, as he held his hand in the bluish
smoke, which was dank and cold.
"Not much to burn," said the lieutenant; and, giving the word, the men
bivouacked on the short turf to eat the provender they had brought,
quite alone, for not a soul from the cottages between the farm and the
cave appeared.
So strong a current of air set through the old quarry, that by the time
they had ended the air was good; but now another difficulty arose.
There were no lights, and a couple of men had to be despatched to the
farm, from whence they returned with four lanthorns which had often been
used for signals.
Armed with these, the party descended, and explored the place, to find
that, where the powder had exploded, the walls were blackened and
grisly, and that scores of little barrel staves were lying about
shattered in all directions and pretty well burned away. On the other
hand, the staves of the brandy kegs were for the most part hardly
scorched, and the stone floor showed no traces of fire having passed.
The spirits had burned vividly till the explosion took place, when the
force of the powder seemed to have scattered everything, but it had been
saving as well as destructive, separating the brandy kegs, some of which
burst and added fuel to the flames, but many remained untouched.
In fact, to the great delight of all, it was found that, though a great
deal of destruction had been done, there was an ample supply of the
smugglers' stores left to well load the cutter twice; and, jubilant with
the discovery, the men returned on board, dreaming of prize-money, but
not until a strong guard had been left over the place, in case any of
the wasps should return.
But they did not come back. The nest had been burned out, and the
smuggling in that part of the Freestone Shore had received so heavy a
blow, that only one or two of the men cared to return, and then only for
a temporary stay.
Lieutenant Brough's despatch had of course been sent in, and he obtained
praise and prize-money.
"But no promotion, Mr Raystoke," he cried; "and of course you can have
none until you have passed. They have not even appointed you to another
ship."
"Well, if you are going to stay in the _White Hawk_, sir, I don't know
that I want to change. I'm very comfortable here."
"That's very good of you, Raystoke, very good," said the lieutenant.
"And then it's of no use to complain. I shall never get my promotion.
I'm too little and too fat."
"No, that's not it," said Archy boldly; "they think you do the work so
well that they will not remove you from the station."
"No," said the lieutenant sadly; "it's because I am so stout. I shall
never be lifted now."
Mr Brough was wrong, for two years later he was appointed to a frigate,
and his first efforts were directed to getting Archy Raystoke and Ram
berths in the same ship, where a long and successful career awaited
them.
But with that we have at present nought to do. This is the chronicle of
the expedition of the _White Hawk_ to crush the smuggling on the
Freestone Shore, the most famous place for the doings of those who set
the King's laws at defiance.
It was some ten years later, when one of His Majesty King George's
smartest frigates was homeward bound from the East Indies, where her
captain had distinguished himself by many a gallant act, that, as she
was making for Portsmouth, with the tall white cliffs of the Isle just
in sight, a tall handsome young officer went to the side, where a
sun-browned seaman was standing gazing shoreward, shading his eyes with
his hand.
"Why, Ram," said the officer; "looking out for the scene of some of your
old villainies?"
"No, sir," said the man, touching his cap. "I was wondering whether my
old mother was down on the cliff yonder, looking after the cows."
"The cows!" cried the young lieutenant. "Ah, to be sure. Remember the
cow falling off the cliff, Ram?"
"Ay, sir, that I do. But look yonder, sir. You could make out the
shelf on the big cliff if you had your glass. Remember our tussle
there?"
"To be sure I do," said Lieutenant Raystoke, sheltering his eyes in a
very deceptive fashion, for he was trying to make out the old grove of
trees amidst which stood the Hoze.
"Mr Raystoke!"
"Captain calling you, sir," said a rugged-looking sailor, with a very
swarthy face, that looked as if it would be all the better for a wash,
but only seemed.
"All right, Dick, my man," said the young officer; and he hurried to
where a plump, rosy little man stood in full post-captain's uniform.
"Ah, there you are, Mr Raystoke," said the captain, handing the
lieutenant his glass. "I've been sweeping the shore, and it brought
back old days. Look there; you can easily make out the range of cliffs.
That highest one is where you and Mr Gurr were at the burning out of
the smugglers ten years ago. How time slips by!"
"Yes, sir," said Lieutenant Archy Raystoke, returning the glass; "that's
where the wasps' nest was destroyed."