Poor Jessie had wished at once to hasten on board the _Amity_, to obtain
the assistance of Captain Mudge, and to get Ralph's protection, but her
grandmother persuaded her to remain till the morning, as, not knowing
where Ralph had been carried, she was sure nothing could be done till
then.
Daylight came at length, and Jessie, receiving a loving embrace from her
grandmother, set out. With a prayer for her safety, Mrs Treviss
watched the young girl, who, like a bird released from its cage, flew
rather than walked, as she made her way in the grey light of the early
morn in the direction of the port.
At last she reached the landing-place, some way off which Ralph had told
her the _Amity_ lay. There were several boats made fast to the shore,
or moored off it; but no watermen were about. In vain she looked along
the quays on either hand; no one was stirring. Here and there, on board
some of the vessels, men were seen just coming up the fore hatchways on
deck, but they were too far off to hear her voice had she called to
them. She felt ready to give way to tears at the delay, when every
moment might be so precious. At length she saw, through the veil of
morning mist which still hung over the mirror-like surface of the
harbour, a small boat approaching the landing-place. A boy was paddling
her at his ease, singing as he slowly dipped his oars in the water. She
hurried down to meet him, as, standing up, he gave a few more strokes
and brought the boat to shore.
"Well, Miss, what's it you want?" he asked.
"Oh, boy, will you take me off to the _Amity_?" said Jessie. "She lies
not far away from the shore, and I will pay you well."
"Now that is curious," exclaimed the lad, the same Peter Puddle by name
to whom Ralph had entrusted his important commission. "I was to have
gone aboard her for a young chap who was pressed last night and had left
his protection behind him, but I got another job and couldn't, though I
am agoing when I've had breakfast."
"Pray take me off at once, for every moment may be of consequence,"
cried Jessie. "I want to see the captain about the same young man, and
he will, I am sure, give you some breakfast."
"Well, step in, Miss, then," said Peter, offering his hand to help her,
while he kept the boat close to the shore with his boat-hook. "I
thought might be that the skipper would just hear what I'd got to say,
and then kick me down the side again, as the chances are many I've met
with would do."
"Oh no! no! Captain Mudge will treat you kindly and reward you for the
trouble you have taken," said Jessie, as Peter began to pull away from
the shore.
"As to trouble, Miss, I can't boast much of that, seeing I didn't go
when I said I would," answered Peter, in a greatly changed tone. "I
like you, for you speak kindly to me; and I'm sorry I didn't go when I
promised; for, as you say, Miss, there's no time to be lost. He was
taken aboard the _Falcon_, and she is to sail this morning for the
Indies, so that if he goes in her he won't be back again for many a long
year."
This information increased poor Jessie's agitation and anxiety.
Fortunately, the boat was soon alongside the _Amity_: Peter hailed the
deck. One of the crew looked over the side, and seeing Jessie, called
the captain, who quickly made his appearance, while in the meantime the
accommodation ladder had been lowered.
"What brings you here at this hour, my dear girl?" he exclaimed, with a
look of anxiety in his countenance as he descended the ladder to help
Jessie up the side. "Has anything happened to my mate?"
"Oh, yes, Captain Mudge; he has been pressed, and will be carried off to
sea if we do not take him his protection," answered Jessie as she
reached the deck, no longer able to restrain her tears. "That boy knows
all about it."
Peter Puddle was called up, and gave the message he had received from
Ralph with sufficient clearness.
"No time to be lost indeed," exclaimed the captain. "Dear me! dear me!
poor Ralph! We'll make our way down the harbour as fast as sails and
oars will send us along, and save him if we can. Lower the boat, lads,
and take your breakfasts with you."
Jessie, in spite of her anxiety, did not forget her promise to Peter;
and the captain told him to go forward and get some food, which Toby
Trott, the cabin boy, would give him. Peter pulled one of his shaggy
locks and hastened to the caboose, where the cook was busy blowing up
the fire, the grey smoke from which had just begun to curl in light
wreaths towards the blue sky. In the meantime, Jessie accompanied the
captain into the cabin.
"I reminded him to take his protection just as he was going ashore. He
must have lost it, I fear, on his way," observed the latter.
But Jessie was not so easily convinced of that. She hurried down to
Ralph's berth, and eagerly put her hand into one of the pockets of his
jacket hanging up inside the door; her countenance fell. She tried the
other pocket; "Yes, here it is!" she exclaimed in a joyful tone, drawing
out a tin case and examining it. "Oh, Captain Mudge, let us go with it
at once."
"As soon as you have had a cup of coffee, my dear girl; I cannot let you
start without that," answered the kind old captain. "Careless fellow!
I am angry with him for giving you so much anxiety; but the fright he
has had will be punishment enough you think, I daresay. Come, come,
Jessie, don't cry; any man might have done the same. He just forgot in
his eagerness to see you that he had changed his jacket.--Here comes the
coffee." The captain poured out a cup for her, but she could only take
a few sips, while he hurriedly swallowed his breakfast. The boat was
soon ready. Jessie was handed into her, and the old captain taking his
seat, with four stout hands to row, they shoved off from the vessel's
side. They had got to a short distance off, when Peter Puddle looked
over the bulwarks. "'Mind the mate of the sovereign he promised," he
shouted. "I'll stay aboard till you come back."
"Never fear, lad; you'll get it if he is set free," answered the
captain.
"Oh! he must, he will be freed," cried poor Jessie, who did not like the
captain's "if."
"I hope so, my dear girl, but we must be prepared for disappointment,"
he said, in a soothing tone. "I have had a good deal in my time, though
I know that God orders all for the best, and He has given me strength to
bear it." He spoke for some time in the same strain. "It's still a
dead calm, and the ship cannot sail without a breeze, though all the
Lords of the Admiralty were to order her to get under weigh, that's one
comfort," he continued. "So cheer up, Jessie, cheer up." The boat had
got out of the Catwater, and was making good progress down the smooth
waters of the Sound, with its high, richly-wooded shores on either side.
Far ahead, at the entrance of the harbour, lay several ships-of-war and
a fleet of merchantmen. The topsails of the largest, as well as those
of the merchant vessels, were loosed and hung in the brails, and
Blue-peter was flying from their mast-heads. It was evident that they
were prepared for sea. Poor Jessie's anxiety increased. Now and anon a
catspaw had passed across the mirror-like surface of the water, just
rippling it for an instant, and then leaving it again placid as before.
Others now followed in quick succession. The sails and flags of the
ships, hitherto hanging listlessly against the masts, began to blow out,
and a vessel close-hauled was seen in the offing, gliding quickly across
the mouth of the harbour.
"Step the mast, lads," said the captain; "we shall feel the breeze
presently, and the canvas will help us along. Keep the oars going
though." The sail was quickly hoisted and rigged out with a boat-hook,
while the sheet was passed aft to the captain. The crew pulled more
lustily than ever, for they saw that the frigate was preparing to sail,
and were eager to rescue their mate, who was beloved by all of them.
The breeze every moment increased. Poor Jessie, unable to speak from
anxiety, her heart sinking within her, kept her eyes fixed on the ships,
while the captain every now and then bent down to look at them under the
foot of the sail. "In oars, lads," he said at length, for the boat was
skimming so fast over the water that they were of no further use. Still
the wind blew stronger and stronger. They were within half a mile of
the frigate. The loud sound of a gun fired from her side boomed over
the water; it was followed by another--the signal for weighing. The
head-sails of the merchantmen were sheeted home, and in quick succession
their bows turned seaward and they glided away from their anchorage.
The _Falcon_ had not yet moved. They were now so near the frigate that
the men in the tops and on the yards and swarming up the rigging could
clearly be distinguished, while the boatswain's shrill whistle and the
voices of the officers were distinctly heard. A groan escaped from the
old captain's breast as the head-sails were let fall and sheeted home.
The yards, hitherto backed against the mast, were swung round, and the
huge anchor appeared rising above the water. Poor Jessie uttered a cry
of grief, for she understood too well that there was now no hope of ever
getting alongside. At that instant a person was seen to spring into the
main rigging: Jessie held out her hands to him--it was Ralph. He must
have recognised the boat as she approached. He waved a farewell to
Jessie. No words reached her ear; but she saw, or fancied that she saw,
his lips moving. Standing up, she seemed as if about to spring towards
her intended husband, but the old captain holding her back, she uttered
a piercing cry and sank down senseless in his arms. He could not tell
whether Ralph had seen what had happened; he had indeed enough to do in
attending to Jessie and steering the boat. Recollecting the protection,
he held up the case containing it; but it was unnoticed, or at all
events unheeded. He heard one of his seamen remark, "Now's his time!
If he was to slip overboard and swim to us, we'd pick him up fast
enough, and they'd not heave-to to send after him." The sailors in the
boat beckoned eagerly to Ralph, who could not have misunderstood their
signals. The temptation to him must have been very great; but whether
or not he intended to make the attempt they could not tell, for at that
moment three men sprang into the rigging and he was dragged down on deck
out of sight.
Happily for Jessie, she did not see what had occurred. The ship had
paid off before the wind and was rapidly gathering way: her after-sails
were let fall, her topgallant sails hoisted, and under a crowd of canvas
she majestically glided out of the Sound.
The boat had got a considerable way up the harbour before Jessie gave
signs of returning consciousness. The old captain sat watching her with
the affectionate care of a father. With a deep sigh she at length
recovered, and a flood of tears relieved her aching heart. She turned
her eyes seaward and gazed long and steadfastly at the proud ship which
bore Ralph away, till the man-of-war could no longer be distinguished
from the crowd of other vessels which surrounded her. The good old
captain could fully sympathise with her in her grief, for he himself
felt very sad at having his mate, whom he loved as a son, taken so
unjustly away from him.
As the boat passed the _Amity_, Peter Puddle looked over the side and
hailed, "Haven't you got the mate in?"
The captain shook his head.
"Then I've lost my guinea," cried Peter; "but I mind more about the
mate, that I do."
"Never mind your guinea, lad. I'll see after you. Stay on board till I
come back," answered the captain.
They soon reached the shore. Captain Mudge insisted on escorting Jessie
home, for he could not bring himself to leave her till he had seen her
safe with her grandmother, who would, he fancied, comfort her better
than he could. On reaching home, Jessie, throwing herself into her
granny's arms, gave way to her tears.
"It will do her good, and Ralph won't find fault with her when he hears
of it," observed the old captain. "Fine young man, that mate of mine,
Mrs Treviss. He's a great loss to me, no doubt about that; but it may
turn out for his good after all. Shouldn't be surprised, as I said to
Jessie just now, if he was to come back an officer in his Majesty's
Service. He'd not be the first pressed man who has risen to be an
admiral. We can all pray for him too, you know, Mrs Treviss; and
that's a great comfort, isn't it?"
Jessie in a short time became calm again, and even looked up and smiled
at her kind old friend. Captain Mudge had a good deal of business to
attend to, so after a short chat, promising to return soon to see how
they were getting on, he took his departure.