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In one thing alone the villain Penne spoke the truth. The Eykin
family of Boston (I say again of New England) was one of the most
considerable in the place--great sticklers for freedom and for
religion (but, indeed, it is a most God-fearing town, and severe
towards transgressors). They received us with so much kindness that
nothing could surpass it; we were treated as Christian martyrs at
the least, and towards Alice, of whose cruel lot they had heard from
Barnaby, they showed (but that no one could help) an affection quite
uncommon. They generously furnished us all with apparel becoming our
station, and with money for our daily occasions; they approved of
our going with Barnaby; but, in the event of our finding no welcome
or means of a livelihood at home, and if Alice should be molested by
her husband, they engaged us to return to New England. Here, they
said, Robin might become a farmer, if he had no inclination for
trade; they would joyfully receive Alice to live with them; and I
myself would certainly find practice as a physician; while Barnaby
should continue to command their ship. When I considered the many
conveniences which exist in Boston (it is already, though young,
better provided with everything than Barbadoes), the excellence of
the climate, the books which are there, the printing press which
hath already been established, the learned ministers, the college,
the schools, and the freedom of religion, I should have been nothing
loth to remain there. But I was constrained first to go home. I
found also, which astonished me, so great a love of liberty that
the people speak slightingly of the English at home who tamely
suffer the disabilities of the Nonconformists and the prerogative
of the Crown; and they ask why, when the country had succeeded in
establishing a Commonwealth, they could not keep it? It certainly
cannot be denied, as they argue, that Israel acted against the
declared will of the Lord in seeking a king.
So we left them. But in how changed a condition did we now cross
the ocean! Instead of huddling in a noisome and stinking dungeon,
unclean for want of water, ill fed, and with no change of raiment,
we had now comfortable cabins, clothes such as become a gentleman,
and food of the best. And Barnaby, who had then sat humbly in
the waist, where the prisoners were confined, now walked the
quarterdeck--a laced kerchief round his neck, lace ruffles at his
wrist, a scarlet coat on his back, a sword at his side, and gold
lace in his hat: the captain of the ship.
The winds were contrary, and it was not until the last days of
October that we arrived at Bristol. Here we lay for a few days,
while Barnaby transacted his business, resolving to remain in
retirement, for fear of accidents, until our captain should be ready
to ride with us to Bradford Orcas.
The first news we learned was joyful indeed. It was that the Prince
of Orange himself was about to invade England, with intent to drive
his father-in-law from the throne. (He had indeed already sailed,
but his fleet was driven back by a storm.) It was also stated
that he had with him a great army of Dutch and English, and such
preparations of arms and ammunition as (it was hoped) would make
such a failure as that of our unhappy Duke impossible.
We also confirmed Barnaby's information that Monmouth's men could
now go about without fear or molestation.
As to the position of affairs at Bradford Orcas, we could learn
nothing.
There was one point on which I was curious--namely, as to what
Barnaby would do in the matter of the villain Penne. On the one hand
it was certain that Barnaby would not forget this man, nor was he
likely to sit down with his arms folded after he had been robbed of
so great a sum.
Therefore, I was not surprised when, the evening before we rode out
of Bristol, he brought a big bag of blue stuff in his hands and
poured out the contents--a vast shower of gold pieces--into the lap
of his astonished sister.
'Alice,' he said, 'I bring you back your money. You will find it all
here, and Mr. Boscorel's money to boot. He hath disgorged.'
With that he sat down and laughed, but as one who hath a joke in
secret and would tell us no more.
For a day or two after this he would (on the road to Bradford Orcas)
begin to laugh at intervals, rolling about in his saddle, shaking
his sides, choking with laughter; insomuch that I presently lost
patience with him, and, as a physician, ordered him instantly to
make full confidence, or I would not answer for it but he would have
a fit.
Then he told us what he had done.
Towards five in the afternoon, when the autumn day is ended, he
repaired to the man Penne's counting-house (a place easily found on
inquiry), having with him one of those fellows who bawl at fairs,
selling medicines and charms, drawing teeth, letting blood, and so
forth. At the sight of a sea captain, many of whom came to this
place, the worthy merchant's servant, without suspicion, opened the
door of the private office, or chamber, where Mr. Penne transacted
his affairs. Barnaby found him dozing by the fire, his wig on the
table, a silk handkerchief over his head, and the candles already
lighted.
He awoke, however, on the opening of the door.
'Friend,' said Barnaby, 'I am Captain Barnaby Eykin, commanding the
ship _Pilgrim_, from Boston--at your service. I am also brother to
the young woman Alice Eykin, whom you robbed ('twas my money) of two
hundred and fifty pounds, and afterwards kidnapped.'
[Illustration: '_Barnaby holding the pistol to the poor wretch's
head, so that he should not bellow and call for assistance._']
Mr. Penne looked about him, and would have cried out for assistance;
but Barnaby clapped a pistol to his forehead. Then he sank in his
chair and gasped.
'Stir not,' said his enemy, 'I am also one of the three rebels for
whose ransom the Reverend Philip Boscorel, Rector of Bradford Orcas,
paid the sum of two hundred and ten pounds--which you have also
stolen.'
'Sir,' said Mr. Penne, 'upon my honour those moneys were sent to
Barbadoes. Upon my honour, sir.'
'You will therefore,' said Barnaby, taking no heed of this
assurance, 'pay over to me the sum of four hundred and sixty pounds,
with interest at five per cent. for three years, which I have
calculated; the whole amount is five hundred and twenty-nine pounds.
Begin by paying this.' Well, to make a long story short, though the
man protested that he had not so much in the world, yet he presently
opened his strong box and counted out the money, all in gold. This
done, he hoped to be let off.
'There now remains,' said Barnaby, 'the punishment--and I forgot
sister's ring: I ought to have added fifty pounds for that. But
time presses. Perhaps I shall come back. I did intend to kill thee,
brother, for thy great villany. However----'
He then beckoned the man with him, who lugged out of his pocket
an instrument which made Mr. Penne shake and quake with terror.
Barnaby then informed his victim that, as he had been the means of
inflicting grievous bodily suffering upon four undeserving people,
it was meet and right that he himself should experience something
which, by its present agony, should make him compassionate for the
future, and by its permanence of injury should prevent his ever
forgetting that compassion for the rest of his life.
He therefore, he told him, intended to draw from his head four of
his stoutest and strongest grinders.
This, in a word, he did; the man with him dragging them out with the
pincers; Barnaby holding the pistol to the poor wretch's head, so
that he should not bellow and call for assistance.
His laughter was caused by the remembrance of the twisting of the
man's features in this agony, and by his moanings and groanings. The
grinders he had brought away with him in his pocket, and showed them
in triumph.
It was late in the afternoon when we rode into Bradford Orcas. The
November sun, now setting, lay upon the woods, yellow and red with
the autumn leaves not yet fallen. As we neared the village the sun
went down, and a mist began to rise. All the doors were closed, and
no one looked forth to greet us; the old cottage where Alice was
born and where she lived so long was empty still; the door was open,
the shutter hung upon one hinge; the honey hives were overturned,
the thatch was broken; the garden was neglected.
'Why, Sis,' said Barnaby, 'thy mother is not there; nor Dad,--is
he?--poor old Dad!'
We rode up the village till we came to the church, and the Manor
House beside it. Alas! the house itself was closed, which had
formerly stood open to all. There was no smoke from its chimneys,
and the grass grew in the courtyard. We dismounted and opened the
door, which was not locked. We went into the house: all was cold,
and empty, and deserted. The twilight falling outside made the
rooms dark. Beside the fireplace stood Sir Christopher's great
chair, empty! his tankard was on the table and his tobacco-pipe,
and--strange!--there lay, forgotten, the unhappy Duke's Proclamation.
Then a truly wonderful thing happened. Barnaby says that I must have
dreamed it, for he saw nothing. Suddenly Sir Christopher himself
appeared sitting in the chair; on his knees lay the Bible open.
Beside him stood, with upraised forefinger, as if commenting on some
knotty point, the Rev. Dr. Comfort Eykin. I declare that I saw them
plainly, as plainly as I now behold the paper on which I write. They
were but as shadows in the dark shadows of the empty room, and they
appeared but for a moment, and then vanished, and I saw them no more.
'Come to the Rectory,' said Robin; 'it chokes us to be here.'
'Listen,' said Alice, outside the house.
From the Rectory there came the sound of a violoncello. Then was the
good Rector himself there, comforting his soul.
We opened the garden-gate and walked softly across the lawn and
looked in at the window ('twas made after the foreign fashion, to
open upon the lawn). Beside the fire sat Madam, her hands clasped,
thin, pale, and prematurely aged. Thus had she sat for three long
years, still waiting for news of her son.
The Rector laid down his bow, crossed the room and sat down to the
spinnet (on which he played prettily, but not with such command as
he possessed over the other instrument). He played--I caught Alice's
hand--an air of my own making to which I had set certain words, also
of my own.
Then, while he played, we began to sing outside the window, Alice
singing treble, or first, I the second part, and Robin the bass, as
I had taught him in Providence Island the words of that little song.
We sang it _piano_, or softly, at first, and then _crescendo_, or
louder:--
As rides the moon in azure skies
The twinkling stars beside;
As when in splendour she doth rise,
Their lesser lights they hide.
So beside Celia, when her face we see,
All unregarded other maidens be.
When we began, softly as I said, the Rector looked round him,
playing still and listening. He thought the voices were in his own
brain--echoes or memories of the past. Madam heard them too, and
sat up listening as one who listens in a dream. When we sang louder
Madam sprang to her feet, and held out her arms--but the Rector
played the verse quite through. Then he opened the window for us.
'My son! my son!' cried Madam.