"That's a big thundering lie," I heard Larry whisper.
"Come in," said the old woman, lifting up the flap of the counter.
"I'll house yer if yer can pay for yer board and lodging."
"No fear of that, ma'am," I replied, showing some silver which I had
ready in my pocket for the purpose.
"Come along, my boys," she answered, her eyes twinkling at the thought
of being able to fleece us, as she led us into a small room at the back
of the shop.
There was no one else in the place at the time, except a boy attending
to the counter, so that there was little chance of our being observed.
Having lit a small lantern, the old woman drew aside a curtain at the
further end of the room, which had served to conceal a strong-looking
door; then taking a big key out of her pocket, she opened it, and told
us to go through. Carefully closing the door behind her, she led the
way along a narrow dark passage. It seemed of considerable length. At
last we reached another door, and emerged into a court or alley,
crossing which she opened a third door, and told us to pass through. We
obeyed, and followed her past a couple of rooms, in one of which several
men were sitting, drinking and smoking. Unlocking another door, she
showed us into a much larger apartment than any we had as yet seen.
Though low, it was spacious enough to be called a hall I took in the
appearance of the place at a glance. On one side was a recess with a
counter before it, at which a couple of damsels were serving out liquors
and various sorts of provisions. At the further end, four large casks
supported some planks which served as a platform, and on this a chair
was placed,--the seat being evidently for a musician. Three doors
besides the one by which we had entered opened from the room, which was
occupied by a dozen or more rough-looking men, mostly sailors. Some
were standing at the counter, others lounging on benches round the
walls, most of them having dhudeens in their mouths. The place was
redolent with the fumes of whisky and tobacco. No one took notice of us
as we entered, but, seeing Mother McCleary, seemed satisfied that all
was right.
"You'll find a stair through that doorway," she said, pointing to one
near the orchestra, if so it could be called; "it will lead you to the
sleeping-room, where you'll be after finding some beds. You'll remember
that first come first served, and if you don't be tumbling into one it
will be your own fault, and you'll have to prick for the softest plank
in the corner of the room. Now, boys, you'll be after handing me out a
couple of shillings each. I don't give credit, except to those I happen
to know better than I do you."
I paid the money at once for Larry and myself. The old woman, bidding
us make ourselves at home, returned by the way she had come, locking the
door behind her. I soon found that we were among as ruffianly and
disreputable a set of fellows as I had ever fallen in with, but none of
them interfered with us, and I began to doubt whether we should obtain
the information we were in search of. To try to get into conversation
with some one, we walked up to the counter, took a pork pie apiece, and
called for a glass of whisky, which we prudently mixed with plenty of
water. "Don't be drinking much of it," I said to Larry, "it's as hot as
fire."
Two seamen then came up, and I asked one of them when the fun was to
begin. Arrah, then it'll be before long, when Tim Curtin, the fiddler,
has come to himself; but he's been drunk all the blessed morning, since
last night, and they're dousing him outside with cold water to bring him
to. My new acquaintance being evidently inclined to be communicative, I
plied him with further questions, and I gained his confidence by calling
for another glass of whisky, with which I insisted on treating him. I,
however, let Larry carry on the chief part of the conversation.
"If you've run from a man-of-war, you'll have to lie snug as mice in
their holes till she sails, or there's three dozen at least for each of
you, if they don't run you up at the yard-arm, as they did at Portsmouth
the other day to a poor boy, just because he wanted to go home to his
wife and family," said the man.
This, though a fact as far as the hanging was concerned, I hadn't heard
of before. Larry didn't show that he doubted the truth of the story,
but pretended to be very frightened.
"Thin what should we be after doing?" he asked.
"Why, as I tell yer," he said, keep close; "you'll be wise not to show
your noses out of doors for a week or two to come, if you've got money
enough to pay old Mother McCleary, for she doesn't keep us boys for
nothing, you may stake yer davey."
"What should we be after doing, then, supposing the press-gang were to
come down upon us and find us out?" asked Larry.
"It will be at the end of a long day before the press-gang get in here;
but see now, there's a room overhead where you can sleep secure, either
in bed or out of it. Then there's that door in the middle of the room,
that leads to a long passage, just like the one you passed through when
you came in here. At the end of it there's a court, and on the opposite
side you'll find a door. Go through that when it opens, which it will
do when you have given three raps quick together, and you'll be in a
house with well-nigh as many rooms and cellars as there's days in the
month. It will be a hard matter if you don't stow yourselves away out
of sight in one of them. I'll be after showing you the way by and by,
when the dancing is over, and we've had a few more glasses of Mother
McCleary's whisky."
While our friend, whose name we had not as yet learned, was speaking, I
observed several more persons entering the room; and presently others
came in, carrying among them a humpbacked little fellow, with a fiddle
under his arm, who seemed scarcely able to walk by himself. They made
their way to the platform I have described, and speedily lifted him into
the chair.
"Strike up, Tim," cried several voices. "Give us a tune to set our feet
agoing. Be alive, man, if you know now where you are."
Tim, though apparently half-asleep, put his fiddle to his chin, and
began scraping away, nodding his head and stamping with his foot in time
to the tune he was eliciting from his instrument. The effect was
magical. The whole party, men and women,--there were not a few of the
latter, not among the most refined of their sex,--began dancing jigs.
Tim next played slower, but his speed increased again as he saw the
dancers warming to their work, till his bow moved so rapidly over the
strings of his fiddle, and his arm and his head gave such eccentric
jerks, that I half expected at any moment to see the one fly off at a
tangent and the other come bounding into the middle of the room. Larry
and I kept on one side, trying to look greatly interested with the
performance, while we managed to have a few words now and then with some
of the men, who were either seated on the benches or standing against
the wall. Among them were several who had not the appearance of seamen,
and who, I surmised, were highwaymen or housebreakers. Two of them were
especially ruffianly looking. As I examined the countenance of one of
these, I felt convinced that I had seen it before, and not long ago
either. I was careful, however, that he should not discover that I was
observing him. I took an opportunity of asking Larry if he knew who the
man was.
"Shure it's no other than Dan Hoolan himself," he answered. I fancied
that at length his keen eyes were directed on Larry, whom he was more
likely to recognise than me, seeing that I was the most completely
disguised of the two.
At length, having gained all the information we could, I determined to
try and get out of the place, so that I might make my way to Nettleship,
and show him the best situation for posting his men to capture any who
might attempt to escape. It had been arranged that Nettleship's party
was to enter the grog-shop one by one; then, at a signal, force their
way along the passage through which Mother McCleary had led us.
"I'm mighty afraid the press-gang will be coming this way, and if this
hullaballoo reaches their ears, they'll be after putting their noses in
to see what the fun is about. If they're from our own ship, bedad, we
shall be worse off than we would have been outside," I said to our new
acquaintance, who, by this time, was not quite steady on his pins. "I'd
just like to slip away, and try and find out if they're near this at
all. My mate here is plaised to stay behind, as he's mighty eager to
dance himself."
After further pressing the point with all necessary caution, our new
friend, Barney Reillagan, as he called himself, offered to show me the
way out, and to let me in again when I wished to return.
"You're free of the place, I'm supposing; and shure I am that I may be
after trusting you," he observed as he accompanied me into the passage I
spoke of.
I hoped that we were unobserved by Hoolan or any of the other men, who
might have suspicions of my true character. Larry followed so
noiselessly, that I do not think Barney was aware he was with us.
Larry's object was to see that no harm came to me; and besides which, he
wanted to learn how to let me in again on my return. Barney himself was
apparently an open-hearted seaman, who preferred serving on board a
peaceable trader to a man-of-war, and I had no fear of his playing me
false.
We had to grope our way to the end of the passage, which was as long as
he had described. Unbolting a door, Barney led me out into a narrow
court. I could hear even there the strains of the riddle, and the
shouts and screams of the dancers. Barney told me that if I turned to
the left I should come to a narrow archway, which led into the lane, and
that by turning again to the left, I should come to the front of Mother
McCleary's whisky-shop.
This information was sufficient to enable me to find my way without
difficulty. I was somewhat surprised at the ease with which I had made
my escape. I had little doubt of being able to bring Nettleship and his
men up to the right place. My only anxiety was about Larry, who, if
recognised by Dan Hoolan, might be severely handled, if not killed,--for
so determined a ruffian was not likely to hesitate in committing any
act, however atrocious, should he suspect Larry of treachery.
I slipped out into the court, and Barney closed the door after me. The
night was very dark; but I could see two or three shadowy forms flitting
by, though no one stopped me. Now and then a ruffian voice, a wild
shriek, or a child's cry, came from the narrow windows looking into the
court. I walked on as fast as I could venture to move, till I found the
narrow archway which Barney had described, and emerged into a lane,
which, however, was not much broader than the court. Here the sounds of
wrangling voices, and shouts, and the drunkards' wild songs, broke the
stillness of night. A few men rolled by, who had come out of Mother
McCleary's whisky-shop, or other similar establishments; but I carefully
kept out of their way till I arrived at the "Fox and Goose," where I
expected to find Nettleship. It hadn't occurred to me, however, that I
might have been followed, and our plan for trapping the seamen
discovered. I at once entered, and found my messmate with his men ready
to set out.
"You've been longer than I expected, Paddy; but I hope it's all right,"
he said.
"If we are quick about it, I expect we shall catch a good number," I
answered. "Where is Mr Saunders? We shall require a strong party to
overpower the fellows, especially as there are some desperate ruffians
among them;" and I told him how I had discovered the outlaw, Dan Hoolan.
"Mr Saunders is waiting just outside, round the corner," he said.
"I'll go out and tell him that you have come back, and meanwhile you
remain here."
In a short time Nettleship returned.
"You are to accompany Mr Saunders," he said, "and lead his party round
to the court, while I and my men take charge of Mother McCleary, so that
no one may escape on this side."
Mr Saunders welcomed me in a good-natured voice.
"You have done well thus far, my lad. I've no doubt that we shall trap
some of them," he said, when I had given a description of the place and
the characters it contained. "I have got hold of a man who knows the
town, and will lead us round by a different way to the court to that by
which you escaped, while Nettleship goes directly up the lane," he
added. "Come along!"
We set out at a rapid rate; the men being charged to make as little
noise with their feet as possible. We must have gone a considerable way
round, for it seemed a long while before we reached the archway, which I
at once recognised. The lieutenant led, with a pistol in one hand and
his hanger in the other, knowing that he was likely to be treated with
scant ceremony should he encounter any of the residents of that
neighbourhood.
"Now," he said to me, stopping, "do you creep forward and learn if
Harrigan is at the door ready to open it. If not, wait to get in
yourself, and then take the first opportunity of admitting us. If you
can't get in we must try and force the door open, but it would be a
great matter to get along the passage, so as to rush in upon the fellows
while they are at their revels, and before they expect our approach."
As he spoke we could hear the sound of Tim Curtin's fiddle, and the hum
of voices coming from the interior of the building. Our fear was that
any of the inmates of the neighbouring dens might be awake, and,
catching sight of us, might give the alarm, and allow the men time to
escape. As far as I had learned, however, the door we were now watching
and Mother McCleary's whisky-shop were the only outlets, though there
might be underground passages and cellars and holes, where, should they
stow themselves away, we might find it difficult to discover them.
As I crept forward, I felt my heart beating more than it was wont to
do,--not from fear, certainly, but from anxiety to succeed. I didn't
like the business; I considered it a dirty one; but I was acting
according to my orders, and for the good of the service. I had been
told to give three rapid knocks, followed by others at short intervals,
at the opposite door, and I concluded that this would be opened should I
make the same signal. Without loss of a moment I knocked, and presently
I heard a bolt withdrawn, then another and another.
"Is that yourself?" asked a voice that I knew to be Larry's.
"Yes, to be shure, and no other," I answered in the same tone.
The door opened slightly.
"They're suspecting me," said Larry. Be quick.
Mr Saunders, who was on the watch, hearing this, dashed forward,
followed by his men. They sprang, led by the lieutenant, one after the
other, into the passage, nearly knocking Larry and me over. There was
not a moment to be lost, we knew, for the door at the further end was
closed with a loud slam before we reached it, but not being as strong as
the one on the outside, it was quickly battered in, when we caught sight
of a dozen or more fellows, some trying to escape up-stairs, others
through the two passages I have mentioned. Three or four of the men,
however, stood their ground in front of the passage leading to the
whisky-shop, with hangers or pistols in their hands, which they
apparently had just taken up from the corner of the room where they had
deposited them. Among these I recognised Dan Hoolan. Bestowing a not
very complimentary epithet on Larry and me, he flourished his hanger and
dared any one to come on and touch him.
"I and my friends here are not seamen," he exclaimed. "You're after
trying to press some of the poor fellows, I suppose; but if any man
tries to lay hands on me, he'll be wise to say his prayers before he
begins."
"I intend to lay hands on you, and every fellow I find here," said Mr
Saunders. "Drop your hanger, or you'll have to repent the day you drew
it."
Hoolan answered with a scornful laugh, and made a blow at the
lieutenant, who, however, parried it.
At that moment the door behind him was burst open, and in rushed
Nettleship and his party, who threw themselves at once upon Hoolan. The
outlaw fired his pistol at my head, but fortunately his arm was thrown
up, and the ball struck the ceiling. His men, seeing their leader
overpowered, made but little resistance. But we had not yet got the men
whose capture was desired. Mr Saunders, leaving Nettleship to secure
those below, followed Larry and me up the stairs.
In the meantime the female part of the assemblage, some of whom had
retired to different parts of the room, were saluting us with the most
fearful cries and execrations. The lieutenant, however, took no more
notice of them than if they had been so many lambs bleating, and at once
hurried up the stairs to the room above, where we found well-nigh a
score of men, some trying to make their way out of the window, but
which, having been closed, they had only just then succeeded in opening;
others hiding inside the beds or under them. Three or four got away,
but the remainder were knocked over by our men, or captured without
resistance, scarcely any attempting to defend themselves. Our success
had been as complete as could have been hoped for. Our captives were
quickly dragged down the stairs, when Mr Saunders ordered the women to
clear out of the house forthwith, and proceeded to lash the hands of the
men behind their backs. It was very easy to give the order to the
women, but not so easy to get it obeyed. They shrieked and abused us in
a way in which few of the female sex can beat the lower orders of my
countrywomen. At length, however, finding that their eloquence had no
effect, they retreated through the door that we had left open. It
turned out that the means of escape were not so elaborate as had been
supposed, and, as far as we could learn, all the men in the
neighbourhood had on this occasion collected at Mother McCleary's. Most
of those we had captured behaved quietly enough, but Hoolan and two or
three others made violent efforts to escape, till a prog or two from a
cutlass compelled them to be quiet.
"And what are you going to do with me, a landsman who never was to sea
in his life?" exclaimed Hoolan.
"We shall turn you into a sailor before long, my fine fellow," answered
Mr Saunders. "You'll be wiser to walk along, and quietly too, as we've
no time for nonsense."
Our prisoners were now marshalled, in most cases with a seaman to attend
to each. Hoolan had two to look after him, though one guard sufficed
for some of the more peaceably disposed. Nettleship led the way, and
Mr Saunders and I brought up the rear, Larry being employed in guarding
a fellow twice his size, with orders to cut him down if he made any
resistance.
"We must be out of this as fast as we can," said Mr Saunders to me,
"for very likely those fellows who made their escape will rouse their
friends, and we may have a mob of all the ruffians in the town upon us
before we can reach the boats."
What had become of Mother McCleary and her assistants we could not tell.
She probably thought it wise to keep out of the way, lest any of her
late guests might suspect her of betraying them, as she probably had
done. We had not got more than half-way towards the boats, when our
ears were saluted by a chorus of yells and shrieks, and we could
distinguish through the gloom on either side of us a mass of human
beings, apparently intending to attempt the rescue of our prisoners.
"I warn you, good people, that if you come nearer, I'll give my men
orders to fire on you," shouted my lieutenant.
A volley of wild yells burst from the mob, sufficient to unnerve many
who had not before heard such cries. Directly afterwards a brickbat
flew past my head, aimed, no doubt, at the more prominent figure of the
lieutenant. Fortunately, it missed us both.
"Remember, if any of you are killed, you'll have brought the punishment
on yourselves," again shouted the lieutenant.
Though the people yelled as before, the warning had its effect, and we
could see the dark moving mass retreating to a more respectful distance.
They, apparently, only wanted a leader to make an onslaught. That
leader, however, was not to be found. Had Hoolan been at liberty, I
have no doubt but that we should have fared but ill. As it was,
missiles from a distance came flying by us, though the prisoners
suffered more than we did. Mr Saunders was naturally anxious to avoid
bloodshed. At length the boats were reached. Again Hoolan made a
desperate effort to get free, but he was hauled on board, and thrust
down to the bottom of the pinnace, the rest of the men being disposed
of, some in her, and others in the jolly-boat, of which Nettleship took
charge. As we shoved off the people collected on the quay, saluting us
with renewed yells and execrations, and brickbats, stones, mud, and
filth were hurled at us. We speedily, however, got beyond their reach,
no one receiving any serious damage.
"We've made a fine haul," observed Mr Saunders as we pulled down the
river. "We shall soon turn these fellows into good seamen, as obedient
and quiet as lambs."
"I'm thinking, sir, that you'll not find Dan Hoolan as quiet as a lamb,"
I observed; and I told him of the encounter my uncle and I had had with
the outlaw and his followers.
"That'll make no difference," answered Mr Saunders. "When he finds
that he can't escape, if he's got any sense in his brains he'll bend to
circumstances."
I still, however, doubted whether my lieutenant's opinion would prove
right.
When the boats arrived alongside the frigate, our captives, being unable
to help themselves, were hoisted up like bales of goods, and made to
stand on the deck in a line. They all looked sulky enough as the
lantern was held up to their faces; but Hoolan's countenance wore a
ferocious aspect, which made me think that it would have been as well to
have left him on shore to be hanged, which in all probability would
ultimately have been his fate. Mr Saunders had changed his rough dress
for his proper uniform, and as he went round to inspect the prisoners
Hoolan recognised him, and so savage did he look that I thought he would
have sprung at his throat.
"Are you the captain of the ship?" he asked in a fierce tone.
"No, I'm not the captain, but an officer, who you'll be compelled to
obey," answered Mr Saunders, interrupting him. "Keep down what was
rising to your tongue, or it'll be the worse for you."
"I'm no seaman, and I don't want to be after going to sea; and I beg you
to tell me for what reason you knocked me down against the law?"
"You were found among seamen, and if you're not one we'll make you one
before long, my fine fellow," said the lieutenant.
"Arrah, it'll be a hard matter to do that same," cried Hoolan, but he
spoke in a less savage tone than at first.
"We shall see to that," said Mr Saunders as he passed on to the other
men, most of whom appeared quiet enough. Even Hoolan's followers didn't
venture to say anything, having a just conception of the stern
discipline on board a man-of-war. The execution of one or more seamen
for frequent desertion, of which I have before spoken, showed them that
they could not venture to play tricks with impunity.
Having had their names,--or such as they chose to give,--ages, and other
particulars entered, they were sent down to the main-deck under a strong
guard, with a hint that should they exhibit the slightest degree of
insubordination it would be the worse for them.
The light of a lantern happened to fall on my face while I was passing
Hoolan, who, with the rest, were seated on the deck, where they were to
pass the remainder of the night. He started up, and glaring savagely at
me, with a fierce oath exclaimed, as he stretched out his arm--
"There's one of the young traitors who brought us into this trouble. I
wish we had strung you up to Saint Bridget's oak when we had you and
your uncle in our power."
"Then, as I thought, you are Dan Hoolan," I said. "You have now a
chance of leading an honest life, and I'd advise you to take advantage
of it."
Hoolan, without replying, sank back on the deck.
I was glad enough to turn in, and slept soundly till the hammocks were
piped up next morning.
On coming on deck I saw Blue Peter flying at the masthead of our own
ship, and at those of the two other men-of-war, a frigate and a
corvette, and of all the merchantmen. The admiral fired a signal-gun.
We repeated it, and before the smoke had cleared away the merchantmen
let fall their topsails, we setting them the example; the anchor was
hove up to the merry sound of the fife, and, taking the lead, we stood
out of the Cove of Cork with a fair breeze, the other frigate and
corvette acting as whippers-in.
The sky was clear and the sea smooth. We hove-to outside to wait for
the vessels we were to convoy. In half an hour or so they were all out
of the harbour. Besides the men-of-war there were fully sixty
merchantmen; and a beautiful sight they presented, dotting the blue
ocean with their white sails.
We were bound out to Jamaica, where we were to leave the larger number
of vessels, and proceed with the others to their several destinations,
having then to return to Port Royal. Two line-of-battle ships came out
afterwards to convoy the fleet till we were well away from the coast,
that, should we be seen by an enemy, it might be supposed that we were
too strong a force to be attacked.
I should have said that when we were getting under weigh I saw Hoolan,
and the other pressed men, dressed as man-of-war's men, working away at
the capstan. He evidently didn't like his task, but could not help
himself, as he had to go round with the others pressing against the
capstan bars. He and the other landsmen were set to perform such work
as they were capable of, of course being compelled to pull and haul when
sail was made or shortened.
"I'm after thinking, Mr Terence, that Dan Hoolan, though he's mighty
quiet just now, will be playing us some prank or other before long, if
he can find a chance," observed Larry to me.
"Well, then, Larry, just keep an eye on him, and let me know what he's
about. I don't want to make you an eavesdropper, but for the man's own
sake he must not be allowed to attempt any mischief. He'd be sure to
have the worst of it."
"Arrah now, of course he would, Mr Terence. They're honest boys aboard
here, and they'd soon clap him in limbo," observed Larry as I passed on
along the deck.
He had already become thoroughly imbued with the right spirit of a
British seaman.