MEETING OF ANTHONY AND BRESLIN
The morning after the arrival of the Catalpa at Bunbury was bright and
beautiful. Captain Anthony ordered a crew of picked men into one of the
boats, for he dared not trust some of his sailors ashore, fearing they
would desert the ship, and landed on the jetty. Then the boat returned,
and the captain walked toward the town.
He was on the alert for recognition, and wandered about the old town
all day, momentarily expecting and hoping that some fellow-conspirator
would reveal himself. He returned to the ship at night, disappointed
and anxious. Captain Anthony and Mr. Smith had a serious consultation,
and agreed that there was nothing to do but to wait.
The next morning Captain Anthony again went ashore. At the head of
the jetty a boy approached and asked if he was Captain Anthony. Upon
receiving an affirmative reply, the lad handed the captain a telegram.
It read as follows:--
Electric Telegraph, Western Australia,
Bunbury, 29th March, 1876.
Time, 10.40 A.M.
By B.W.
The following telegram received here from Freemantle Station. Subject
to the regulations and conditions printed on the other side:--
To Captain Anthony:--
Have you any news from New Bedford? When can you come to Freemantle?
J. Collins.
The captain was straightway relieved of a ton of care. Now he knew that
there were friends in this remote land who were to share the great
responsibility. He went to the telegraph office and wired to Collins:--
No news from New Bedford. Shall not come to Freemantle.
G.S. Anthony.
Captain Anthony engaged rooms at the local hotel and prepared to await
developments. He had bought fresh meat for the ship of a marketman
named David Hay, who told him much of an American gentleman of great
wealth who was prospecting in the locality. Suspecting he might be
the confederate who was to meet him, Captain Anthony looked up Hay,
who presently alluded once more to the American, declaring he was the
finest man he ever met.
"What is his name?" asked Anthony.
"Mr. Collins," replied Hay.
At four o'clock the next afternoon, when the mail-coach from Freemantle
rolled into Bunbury, Captain Anthony was at Hay's store.
"Why, there's the very man I was telling you about!" ejaculated Hay, as
he looked up. "Come up to Spencer's Hotel and I'll introduce you."
The men walked up to the hotel and asked for Collins. He came down
from his room in a few minutes, and the introduction followed. The
meeting had taken place in the most natural manner possible, and
without giving cause for suspicion that the men were meeting by
appointment.
Collins wore a light suit. He was a magnificent fellow, and he charmed
Captain Anthony, as he charmed all men with whom he came in contact.
The captain remained to supper with his new friend, but not a word of
the rescue was uttered at this time. After supper, Collins ordered
cigars and invited Captain Anthony to take a walk. It was now after
sundown, and the men walked out on the jetty in the darkness. The
jetty was a long pile wharf, with a sentry house at the head, where
an officer is constantly on guard to prevent smuggling. When they had
walked a safe distance down the jetty, Breslin turned, grasped the
captain's hands with a hearty "How are you?"
Then he told the captain of his fears, consequent upon the tardiness
of the vessel in arriving, and then quickly outlined the plan. The
prisoners, he said, were working on the road under a strong guard
all day, and were locked in prison cells at night. Plans were to
be devised by which the men were to escape and reach the coast at
a place called Rockingham, about twenty miles south of Freemantle.
There Captain Anthony was to meet them with a whaleboat and take them
aboard his ship, which was to lie a dozen miles off the coast, where
it would attract no attention. In order that Captain Anthony might
become thoroughly acquainted with the locality, Breslin proposed that
he should return to Freemantle with him on the colonial mail steamer
Georgette, which was to leave Bunbury the next day, April 1. Then the
captain might study the coast and see the spot where the men were to be
embarked, if the plans worked well. The rescue was to be attempted on
Thursday, April 6.
Then the men walked back to the hotel and retired. The following
morning Captain Anthony took Mr. Breslin aboard the Catalpa and
introduced him to Mr. Smith. Then they went ashore to go aboard the
Georgette.
As they walked up the jetty their surprise was overwhelming when they
saw Thomas Brennan coming toward them.
Brennan's indefatigable determination to join the expedition had at
length succeeded. When he arrived at St. Michael's as the Catalpa
sailed out, he was by no means disconcerted. He then resolved to go to
London and take a steamer for Australia.
Brennan offered the captain of the Selbourne, a fruit steamer, fifty
pounds to take him to Liverpool; but the proposition was rejected,
and he stowed himself away with several other men. When the ship was
at sea, the men presented themselves to the captain, who made them
prisoners, believing they were criminals fleeing from punishment for
crimes committed on the island. He declared he would deliver them to
the Liverpool authorities.
This was serious for Brennan. He had a large sum of money about him
which would render him liable to suspicion, and he could not afford to
be delayed. When Liverpool was reached the captain signaled for the
police, whereupon Brennan jumped overboard and started for the shore.
When nearly exhausted he was picked up by a rowboat and landed. Then he
proceeded to London and took a steamer for Australia.
Ill-luck pursued him, for when the steamer reached King George's Sound
she was quarantined on account of smallpox, which was raging. And the
next day the Georgette was to sail for Bunbury, where he suspected the
Catalpa might be. If he missed her, he would be detained another month.
He made his escape and secured passage on the Georgette.
It must be admitted that neither Breslin nor Anthony were overjoyed at
the meeting. They already had all the assistance they needed, and each
addition to the party only increased the chances of arousing suspicion.
But Brennan was here, and there was nothing to do but take him along to
Freemantle.
It was agreed that Captain Anthony was to be introduced as the guest
of "Mr. Collins" on the steamer. Brennan was to be a stranger. Captain
Anthony at once commenced to cultivate the friendship of Captain
O'Grady of the Georgette. The latter had sailed out of New York and
was interested in the American. Captain Anthony was with him in the
pilot-house throughout the trip, and secured an acquaintance with the
coast, the courses, and bearings. He gave particular attention to
the coast outside Rockingham and the positions of Rottnest and Garden
islands.
At noon the next day Freemantle was reached. High over the town the
stone prison in which the prisoners were confined at night stood like
a sentinel, and reminded Captain Anthony that his task was no trifling
one. But there was a suggestion more grim in the discovery of one of
Her Britannic Majesty's gunboats, the Conflict, anchored in the harbor.
She was a schooner-rigged vessel, carrying two guns and thirty men, and
the captain saw by her lines that she must be a fast sailer.
The appearance of the gunboat was unexpected, and Captain Anthony and
Mr. Breslin exchanged significant glances as they saw her. It was
Sunday morning when they landed, and they went to the Emerald Isle
Hotel, where Captain Anthony was introduced to his fellow-conspirators,
John King and Captain Desmond. The latter was working as a wheelwright
at Perth and posed as a Yankee. He kept up his assumed identity by a
liberal use of the vernacular of the Vermont farmer. From the latter
it was learned that the gunboat had come to Freemantle on an annual
visit, and might remain for a week or ten days, then proceeding to
Adelaide and Sidney; also, that another gunboat was expected to call at
Freemantle and take Governor Robinson to visit the northwest coast.