“His only plot was this--that, much provoked.
He raised his vengeful arm against his country.”
_Thomson_.
Alice Duncombe remained on the sands, watching the dark spot that was
soon hid amid the waves in the obscurity of night, and listening, with
melancholy interest, to the regulated sounds of the oars, which were
audible long after the boat had been blended with the gloomy outline of
the eastern horizon. When all traces of her departed friends were to be
found only in her own recollections, she slowly turned from the sea,
and hastening to quit the bustling throng that were preparing for
the embarkation of the rest of the party, she ascended the path that
conducted her once more to the summit of those cliffs along which she
had so often roved, gazing at the boundless element that washed
their base, with sensations that might have been peculiar to her own
situation.
The soldiers of Borroughcliffe, who were stationed at the head of the
pass, respectfully made way; nor did any of the sentinels of Manual heed
her retiring figure, until she approached the rear guard of the marines,
who were commanded by their vigilant captain in person.
“Who goes there?” cried Manual, advancing without the dusky group of
soldiers, as she approached them.
“One who possesses neither the power nor the inclination to do ye harm,”
answered the solitary female; “'tis Alice Dunscombe, returning, by
permission of your leader, to the place of her birth.”
“Ay,” muttered Manual, “this is one of Griffith's unmilitary exhibitions
of his politeness! Does the man think that there was ever a woman who
had no tongue! Have you the countersign, madam, that I may know you bear
a sufficient warrant to pass?”
“I have no other warrant besides my sex and weakness, unless Mr.
Griffith's knowledge that I have left him can be so considered.”
“The two former are enough,” said a voice, that proceeded from a figure
which had hitherto stood unseen, shaded by the trunk of an oak that
spread its wide but naked arms above the spot where the guard was
paraded.
“Who have we here!” Manual again cried; “come in; yield, or you will be
fired at.”
“What, will the gallant Captain Manual fire on his own rescuer!” said
the Pilot, with cool disdain, as he advanced from the shadow of the
tree. “He had better reserve his bullets for his enemies, than waste
them on his friends.”
“You have done a dangerous deed, sir, in approaching, clandestinely,
a guard of marines! I wonder that a man who has already discovered,
to-night, that he has some knowledge of tactics, by so ably conducting a
surprise, should betray so much ignorance in the forms of approaching a
picket!”
“'Tis now of no moment,” returned the Pilot; “my knowledge and
my ignorance are alike immaterial, as the command of the party is
surrendered to other and perhaps more proper hands. But I would talk to
this lady alone, sir; she is an acquaintance of my youth, and I will see
her on her way to the abbey.”
“The step would be unmilitary, Mr. Pilot, and you will excuse me if I do
not consent to any of our expedition straggling without the sentries.
If you choose to remain here to hold your discourse, I will march the
picket out of hearing; though I must acknowledge I see no ground so
favorable as this we are on, to keep you within range of our eyes. You
perceive that I have a ravine to retreat into in case of surprise, with
this line of wall on my left flank and the trunk of that tree to cover
my right. A very pretty stand might be made here, on emergency; for even
the oldest troops fight the best when their flanks are properly covered,
and a way to make a regular retreat is open in their rear.”
“Say no more, sir; I would not break up such a position on any account,”
returned the Pilot; “the lady will consent to retrace her path for a
short distance.”
Alice followed his steps, in compliance with this request, until he had
led her to a place, at some little distance from the marines, where a
tree had been prostrated by the late gale. She seated herself quietly
on its trunk, and appeared to wait with patience his own time for the
explanation of his motives in seeking the interview. The pilot paced
for several minutes back and forth, in front of the place where she was
seated, in profound silence, as if communing with himself; when suddenly
throwing off his air of absence, he came to her side, and assumed a
position similar to the one which she herself had taken.
“The hour is at hand, Alice, when we must part,” he at length commenced;
“it rests with yourself whether it shall be forever.”
“Let it then be forever, John,” she returned, with a slight tremor in
her voice.
“That word would have been less appalling had this accidental meeting
never occurred. And yet your choice may have been determined by
prudence--for what is there in my fate that can tempt a woman to wish
that she might share it?”
“If ye mean your lot is that of one who can find but few, or even none,
to partake of his joys, or to share in his sorrows--whose life is
a continual scene of dangers and calamities, of disappointments and
mishaps--then do ye know but little of the heart of woman, if ye doubt
of either her ability or her willingness to meet them with the man of
her choice.”
“Say you thus, Alice? then have I misunderstood your meaning or
misinterpreted your acts. My lot is not altogether that of a neglected
man, unless the favor of princes and the smiles of queens are allowed
to go for nothing. My life is, however, one of many and fearful dangers;
and yet it is not filled altogether with calamities and mishaps; is it,
Alice?” He paused a moment, but in vain, for her answer. “Nay, then, I
have been deceived in the estimation that the world has affixed to my
combats and enterprises! I am not, Alice, the man I would be, or even
the man I had deemed myself.”
“You have gained a name, John, among the warriors of the age,” she
answered, in a subdued voice; “and it is a name that may be said to be
written in blood!”
“The blood of my enemies, Alice!”
“The blood of the subjects of your natural prince! The blood of those
who breathe the air you first breathed, and who were taught the same
holy lessons of instruction that you were first taught; but, which, I
fear, you have too soon forgotten!”
“The blood of the slaves of despotism!” he sternly interrupted her; “the
blood of the enemies of freedom! You have dwelt so long in this dull
retirement, and you have cherished so blindly the prejudices of your
youth, that the promise of those noble sentiments I once thought I could
see budding in Alice Dunscombe has not been fulfilled.”
“I have lived and thought only as a woman, as become my sex and
station,” Alice meekly replied; “and when it shall be necessary for me
to live and think otherwise, I should wish to die.”
“Ay, there lie the first seeds of slavery! A dependent woman is sure to
make the mother of craven and abject wretches, who dishonor the name of
man!”
“I shall never be the mother of children, good or bad,” said Alice, with
that resignation in her tones that showed she had abandoned the natural
hopes of her sex. “Singly and unsupported have I lived; alone and
unlamented must I be carried to my grave.”
The exquisite pathos of her voice, as she uttered this placid speech,
blended as it was with the sweet and calm dignity of virgin pride,
touched the heart of her listener, and he continued silent many moments,
as if in reverence of her determination. Her sentiments awakened in his
own breast those feelings of generosity and disinterestedness which had
nearly been smothered in restless ambition and the pride of success. He
resumed the discourse, therefore, more mildly, and with a much greater
exhibition of deep feeling, and less of passion, in his manner.
“I know not, Alice, that I ought, situated as I am, and contented, if
not happy, as you are, even to attempt to revive in your bosom those
sentiments which I was once led to think existed there. It cannot, after
all, be a desirable fate, to share the lot of a rover like myself; one
who may be termed a Quixote in the behalf of liberal principles, and
who may be hourly called to seal the truth of those principles with his
life.”
“There never existed any sentiment in my breast, in which you are
concerned, that does not exist there still, and unchanged,” returned
Alice, with her single-hearted sincerity.
“Do I hear you right? or have I misconceived your resolution to abide in
England? or have I not rather mistaken your early feelings?”
“You have fallen into no error now nor then, The weakness may still
exist, John; but the strength to struggle with it has, by the goodness
of God, grown with my years. It is not, however, of myself, but of you,
that I would speak. I have lived like one of our simple daisies, which
in the budding may have caught your eye; and I shall also wilt like the
humble flower, when the winter of my time arrives, without being missed
from the fields that have known me for a season. But your fall, John,
will be like that of the oak that now supports us, and men shall
pronounce on the beauty and grandeur of the noble stem while standing,
as well as of its usefulness when felled.”
“Let them pronounce as they will!” returned the proud stranger. “The
truth must be finally known: and when, that hour shall come, they will
say, he was a faithful and gallant warrior in his day; and a worthy
lesson for all who are born in slavery, but would live in freedom, shall
be found in his example.”
“Such may be the language of that distant people, whom ye have adopted
in the place of those that once formed home and kin to ye,” said Alice,
glancing her eye timidly at his countenance, as if to discern how far
she might venture, without awakening his resentment; “but what will the
men of the land of your birth transmit to their children, who will be
the children of those that are of your own blood?”
“They will say, Alice, whatever their crooked policy may suggest, or
their disappointed vanity can urge. But the picture must be drawn by the
friends of the hero, as well as by his enemies! Think you, that there
are not pens as well as swords in America?”
“I have heard that America called a land, John, where God has lavished
his favors with an unsparing hand; where he has bestowed many climes
with their several fruits, and where his power is exhibited no less than
his mercy. It is said her rivers are without any known end, and that
lakes are found in her bosom which would put our German Ocean to shame!
The plains, teeming with verdure, are spread over wide degrees; and yet
those sweet valleys, which a single heart can hold, are not wanting. In
short, John, I hear it is a broad land, that can furnish food for each
passion, and contain objects for every affection.”
“Ay, you have found those, Alice, in your solitude, who have been
willing to do her justice! It is a country that can form a world of
itself; and why should they who inherit it look to other nations for
their laws?”
“I pretend not to reason on the right of the children of that soil to
do whatever they may deem most meet for their own welfare,” returned
Alice--“but can men be born in such a land, and not know the feelings
which bind a human being to the place of his birth?”
“Can you doubt that they should be patriotic?” exclaimed the Pilot,
in surprise. “Do not their efforts in this sacred cause--their patient
sufferings--their long privations--speak loudly in their behalf?”
“And will they who know so well how to love home sing the praises of him
who has turned his ruthless hand against the land of his fathers?”
“Forever harping on that word home!” said the Pilot, who now detected
the timid approaches of Alice to her hidden meaning. “Is a man a stick
or a stone, that he must be cast into the fire, or buried in a wall,
wherever his fate may have doomed him to appear on the earth? The sound
of home is said to feed the vanity of an English man, let him go where
he will; but it would seem to have a still more powerful charm with
English women!”
“It is the dearest of all terms to every woman, John, for it embraces
the dearest of all ties! If your dames of America are ignorant of its
charm, all the favors which God has lavished on their land will avail
their happiness but little.”
“Alice,” said the Pilot, rising in his agitation, “I see but too well
the object of your allusions. But on this subject we can never agree;
for not even your powerful influence can draw me from the path of glory
in which I am now treading. But our time is growing brief; let us, then,
talk of other things.--This may be the last time I shall ever put foot
on the island of Britain.”
Alice paused to struggle with the feelings excited by this remark,
before she pursued the discourse. But soon shaking off the weakness, she
added, with a rigid adherence to that course which she believed to be
her duty:
“And now, John, that you have landed, is the breaking up of a peaceful
family, and the violence ye have shown towards an aged man, a fit
exploit for one whose object is the glory of which ye have spoken?”
“Think you that I have landed, and placed my life in the hands of
my enemies, for so unworthy an object! No, Alice: my motive for this
undertaking has been disappointed, and therefore will ever remain a
secret from the world. But duty to my cause has prompted the step which
you so unthinkingly condemn. This Colonel Howard has some consideration
with those in power, and will answer to exchange for a better man. As
for his wards, you forget their home, their magical home is in America;
unless, indeed, they find them nearer at hand, under the proud flag of a
frigate that is now waiting for them in the offing.”
“You talk of a frigate!” said Alice, with sudden interest in the
subject. “Is she your only means of escaping from your enemies?”
“Alice Dunscombe has taken but little heed of passing events, to ask
such a question of me!” returned the haughty Pilot. “The question would
have sounded more discreetly had it been, 'Is she the only vessel with
you that your enemies will have to escape from?'”
“Nay, I cannot measure my language at such a moment,” continued Alice,
with a still stronger exhibition of anxiety. “It was my fortune to
overhear a part of a plan that was intended to destroy, by sudden means,
those vessels of America that were in our seas.”
“That might be a plan more suddenly adopted than easily executed, my
good Alice. And who were these redoubtable schemers?”
“I know not but my duty to the king should cause me to suppress this
information,” said Alice, hesitating.
“Well, be it so,” returned the Pilot, coolly; “it may prove the means
of saving the persons of some of the royal officers from death or
captivity. I have already said, this may be the last of my visits to
this island, and consequently, Alice, the last of our interviews--”
“And yet,” said Alice, still pursuing the train of her own thoughts,
“there can be but little harm in sparing human blood; and least of all
in serving those whom we have long known and regarded!”
“Ay, that is a simple doctrine, and one that is easily maintained,” he
added, with much apparent indifference; “and yet King George might well
spare some of his servants--the list of his abject minions is so long!”
“There was a man named Dillon, who lately dwelt in the abbey, but who
has mysteriously disappeared,” continued Alice; “or rather, who was
captured by your companions: know you aught of him, John?”
“I have heard there was a miscreant of that name, but we have never met.
Alice, if it please Heaven that this should be the last--”
“He was a captive in the schooner called the Ariel,” she added, still
unheeding his affected indifference to her communication; “and when
permitted to return to St. Ruth, he lost sight of his solemn promise,
and of his plighted honor, to wreak his malice. Instead of effecting the
exchange that he had conditioned to see made, he plotted treason against
his captors. Yes, it was most foul treason! for his treatment was
generous and kind, and his liberation certain.”
“He was a most unworthy scoundrel! But, Alice----”
“Nay, listen, John,” she continued, urged to even a keener interest in
his behalf by his apparent inattention; “and yet I should speak tenderly
of his failings, for he is already numbered with the dead! One part of
his scheme must have been frustrated; for he intended to destroy that
schooner which you call the Ariel, and to have taken the person of the
young Barnstable.”
“In both of which he has failed! The person of Barnstable I have
rescued, and the Ariel has been stricken by a hand far mightier than any
of this world!--she is wrecked.”
“Then is the frigate your only means of escape! Hasten, John, and seem
not so proud and heedless; for the hour may come when all your daring
will not profit ye against the machinations of secret enemies. This
Dillon had also planned that expresses should journey to a seaport at
the south, with the intelligence that your vessels were in these seas,
in order that ships might be dispatched to intercept your retreat.”
The Pilot lost his affected indifference as she proceeded; and before
she ceased speaking, his eye was endeavoring to anticipate her words, by
reading her countenance through the dusky medium of the starlight.
“How know you this, Alice?” he asked quickly--“and what vessel did he
name?”
“Chance made me an unseen listener to their plan, and--I know not but I
forget my duty to my prince! but, John, 'tis asking too much of a weak
woman, to require that she shall see the man whom she once viewed with
eyes of favor sacrificed, when a word of caution, given in season, might
enable him to avoid the danger!”
“Once viewed with an eye of favor! Is it then so?” said the Pilot,
speaking in a vacant manner. “But, Alice, heard ye the force of the
ships, or their names? Give me their names, and the first lord of your
British admiralty shall not give so true an account of their force as I
will furnish from this list of my own.”
“Their names were certainly mentioned,” said Alice, with tender
melancholy; “but the name of one far nearer to me was ringing in my
ears, and has driven them from my mind.”
“You are the same good Alice I once knew! And my name was mentioned?
What said they of the Pirate? Had his arm stricken a blow that made them
tremble in their abbey? Did they call him coward, girl?”
“It was mentioned in terms that pained my heart as I listened; for it is
never too easy a task to forget the lapse of years, nor are the feelings
of youth to be easily eradicated.”
“Ay, there is luxury in knowing that, with all their affected abuse, the
slaves dread me in their secret holds!” exclaimed the Pilot, pacing in
front of his listener with quick steps. “This it is to be marked, among
men, above all others in your calling! I hope yet to see the day when
the third George shall start at the sound of that name, even within the
walls of his palace.”
Alice Dunscombe heard him in deep and mortified silence. It was too
evident that a link in the chain of their sympathies was broken, and
that the weakness in which she had been unconsciously indulging was met
by no correspondent emotions in him. After sinking her head for a
moment on her bosom, she arose with a little more than her usual air of
meekness, and recalled the Pilot to a sense of her presence, by saying,
in a yet milder voice:
“I have now communicated all that it can profit you to know, and it is
meet that we separate.”
“What, thus soon?” he cried, starting and taking her hand. “This is but
a short interview, Alice, to precede so long a separation.”
“Be it short, or be it long, it must now end,” she replied. “Your
companions are on the eve of departure, and I trust you would be one of
the last who would wish to be deserted. If ye do visit England again, I
hope it may be with altered sentiments, so far as regards her interests.
I wish ye peace, John, and the blessings of God, as ye may be found to
deserve them.”
“I ask no farther, unless it may be the aid of your gentle prayers! But
the night is gloomy, and I will see you in safety to the abbey.”
“It is unnecessary,” she returned, with womanly reserve. “The innocent
can be as fearless, on occasion, as the most valiant among your
warriors. But here is no cause for fear. I shall take a path that
will conduct me in a different way from that which is occupied by your
soldiers, and where I shall find none but Him who is ever ready to
protect the helpless. Once more, John, I bid ye adieu.” Her voice
faltered as she continued--“Ye will share the lot of humanity, and have
your hours of care and weakness; at such moments ye can remember those
ye leave on this despised island, and perhaps among them ye may think
of some whose interest in your welfare has been far removed from
selfishness.”
“God be with you, Alice!” he said, touched with her emotion, and losing
all vain images in more worthy feelings--“but I cannot permit you to go
alone.”
“Here we part, John,” she said firmly, “and forever! 'Tis for the
happiness of both, for I fear we have but little in common.” She gently
wrested her hand from his grasp, and once more bidding him adieu, in
a voice that was nearly inaudible, she turned and slowly disappeared,
moving, with lingering steps, in the direction of the abbey.
The first impulse of the pilot was certainly to follow, and insist on
seeing her on the way; but the music of the guard on the cliffs at that
moment sent forth its martial strains, and the whistle of the boatswain
was heard winding Its shrill call among the rocks, in those notes that
his practised ear well understood to be the last signal for embarking.
Obedient to the summons, this singular man, in whose breast the natural
feelings, that were now on the eve of a violent eruption, had so long
been smothered by the visionary expectations of a wild ambition, and
perhaps of fierce resentments, pursued his course, in deep abstraction,
towards the boats. He was soon met by the soldiers of Borroughcliffe,
deprived of their arms, it is true, but unguarded, and returning
peacefully to their quarters. The mind of the Pilot, happily for the
liberty of these men, was too much absorbed in his peculiar reflections,
to note this act of Griffith's generosity, nor did he arouse from his
musing until his steps were arrested by suddenly encountering a human
figure in the pathway. A light tap on his shoulder was the first mark
of recognition he received, when Borroughcliffe, who stood before him,
said:
“It is evident, sir, from what has passed this evening, that you are not
what you seem. You may be some rebel admiral or general, for aught that
I know, the right to command having been strangely contested among ye
this night. But let who will own the chief authority, I take the liberty
of whispering in your ear that I have been scurvily treated by you--I
repeat, most scurvily treated by you all, generally, and by you in
particular.”
The Pilot started at this strange address, which was uttered with all
the bitterness that could be imparted to it by a disappointed man; but
he motioned with his hand for the captain to depart, and turned aside to
pursue his own way.
“Perhaps I am not properly understood,” continued the obstinate soldier:
“I say, sir, you have treated me scurvily: and I would not be thought to
say this to any gentleman, without wishing to give him an opportunity to
vent his anger.”
The eye of the Pilot, as he moved forward, glanced at the pistols which
Borroughcliffe held in his hands, the one by the handle, and the other
by its barrel, and the soldier even fancied that his footsteps were
quickened by the sight. After gazing at him until his form was lost in
the darkness, the captain muttered to himself:
“He is no more than a common pilot, after all! No true gentleman would
have received so palpable a hint with such a start. Ah! here comes the
party of my worthy friend whose palate knows a grape of the north side
of Madeira from one of the south. The dog has the throat of a gentleman;
we will see how he can swallow a delicate allusion to his faults!”
Borroughcliffe stepped aside to allow the marines, who were also in
motion for the boats, to pass, and watched with keen looks for the
person of the commander. Manual, who had been previously apprised of the
intention of Griffith to release the prisoners, had halted to see that
none but those who had been liberated by authority were marching
into the country. This accidental circumstance gave Borroughcliffe an
opportunity of meeting the other at some little distance from either of
their respective parties.
“I greet you, sir,” said Borroughcliffe, “with all affection. This has
been a pleasant forage for you, Captain Manual.”
The marine was far from being disposed to wrangle, but there was that in
the voice of the other which caused him to answer:
“It would have been far pleasanter, sir, if I had met an opportunity
of returning to Captain Borroughcliffe some of the favors that I have
received at his hands.”
“Nay, then, dear sir, you weigh my modesty to the earth! Surely you
forget the manner in which my hospitality has already been requited--by
some two hours mouthing of my sword-hilt; with a very unceremonious
ricochet into a corner; together with a love-tap received over the
shoulders of one of my men, by so gentle an instrument as the butt of a
musket! Damme, sir, but I think an ungrateful man only a better sort of
beast!”
“Had the love-tap been given to the officer instead of the man,”
returned Manual, with all commendable coolness, “it would have been
better justice; and the ramrod might have answered as well as the butt,
to floor a gentleman who carried the allowance of four thirsty fiddlers
under one man's jacket.”
“Now, that is rank ingratitude to your own cordial of the south side,
and a most biting insult! I really see but one way of terminating this
wordy war, which, if not discreetly ended, may lead us far into the
morning.”
“Elect your own manner of determining the dispute, sir; I hope, however,
it will not be by your innate knowledge of mankind, which has already
mistaken a captain of marines in the service of Congress, for a runaway
lover, bound to some green place or other.”
“You might just as well tweak my nose, sir!” said Borroughcliffe.
“Indeed, I think it would be the milder reproach of the two! will you
make your selection of these, sir? They were loaded for a very different
sort of service, but I doubt not will answer on occasion.”
“I am provided with a pair, that are charged for any service,” returned
Manual, drawing a pistol from his own belt, and stepping backward a few
paces.
“You are destined for America, I know,” said Borroughcliffe, who stood
his ground with consummate coolness; “but it would be more convenient
for me, sir, if you could delay your march for a single moment.”
“Fire and defend yourself!” exclaimed Manual, furiously, retracing his
steps towards his enemy.
The sounds of the two pistols were blended in one report, and the
soldiers of Borroughcliffe and the marines all rushed to the place on
the sudden alarm. Had the former been provided with arms, it is probable
that a bloody fray would have been the consequence of the sight
that both parties be held on arriving at the spot, which they did
simultaneously. Manual lay on his back, without any signs of life, and
Borroughcliffe had changed his cool, haughty, upright attitude for a
recumbent posture, which was somewhat between lying and sitting.
“Is the poor fellow actually expended?” said the Englishman, in
something like the tones of regret; “well, he had a soldier's mettle in
him, and was nearly as great a fool as myself!”
The marines had, luckily for the soldiers and their captain, by this
time discovered the signs of life in their own commander, who had been
only slightly stunned by the bullet, which had grazed his crown, and
who, being assisted on his feet, stood a minute or two rubbing his head,
as if awaking from a dream. As Manual came gradually to his senses, he
recollected the business in which he had just been engaged, and, in his
turn, inquired after the fate of his antagonist.
“I am here, my worthy incognito,” cried the other, with the voice of
perfect good nature; “lying in the lap of mother earth, and all the
better for opening a vein or two in my right leg;--though I do think
that the same effect might have been produced without treating the bone
so roughly!--But I opine that I saw you also reclining on the bosom of
our common ancestor.”
“I was down for a few minutes, I do believe,” returned Manual; “there is
the path of a bullet across my scalp.”
“Humph! on the head!” said Borroughcliffe, dryly; “the hurt is not
likely to be mortal, I see.--Well, I shall offer to raffle with the
first poor devil I can find that has but one good leg, for who shall
have both; and that will just set up a beggar and a gentleman!--Manual,
give me your hand; we have drunk together, and we have fought; surely
there is nothing now to prevent our being sworn friends.”
“Why,” returned Manual, continuing to rub his head, “I see no
irremovable objections--but you will want a surgeon? Can I order
anything to be done? There go the signals again to embark--march the
fellows down at quick time, sergeant; my own man may remain with me, or,
I can do altogether without assistance.”
“Ah! you are what I call a well-made man, my dear friend!” exclaimed
Borroughcliffe; “no weak points about your fortress! Such a man
is worthy to be the _head_ of a whole corps, instead of a solitary
company.--Gently, Drill, gently; handle me as if I were made of potter's
clay.--I will not detain you longer, my friend Manual, for I hear signal
after signal; they must be in want of some of your astonishing reasoning
faculties to set them afloat.”
Manual might have been offended at the palpable allusions that his new
friend made to the firmness of his occiput, had not his perception of
things been a little confused by a humming sound that seemed to abide
near the region of thought. As it was, he reciprocated the good wishes
of the other, whom he shook most cordially by the hand, and once
more renewed his offers of service, after exchanging sundry friendly
speeches.
“I thank you quite as much as if I were not at all indebted to you
for letting blood, thereby saving me a fit of apoplexy; but Drill has
already dispatched a messenger to B---- for a leech, and the lad may
bring the whole depot down upon you.--Adieu, once more, and remember
that if you ever visit England again as a friend, you are to let me see
you.”
“I shall do it without fail; and I shall keep you to your promise if you
once more put foot in America.”
“Trust me for that: I shall stand in need of your excellent head to
guide me safely among those rude foresters. Adieu; cease not to bear me
in your thoughts.”
“I shall never cease to remember you, my good friend,” returned Manual,
again scratching the member which was snapping in a manner that caused
him to fancy he heard it. Once more these worthies shook each other by
the hand, and again they renewed their promises of future intercourse;
after which they separated like two reluctant lovers--parting in a
manner that would have put to shame the friendship of Orestes and
Pylades.