EDDA IN GERARDIN'S POWER--THE FRIGATE STEERS FOR ROCHELLE--CAPTAIN
TACON--PEDRO ALTAREZ AND FATHER MENDEZ--TACON BETRAYS LORD CLAYMORE'S
PLANS.
When Edda Armytage discovered by whom the brig had been captured, her
dread of the consequences, added to the grief and terror she had been
experiencing, overcame her, and she fainted. When she returned to
consciousness she found herself on a sofa in a handsome well-furnished
cabin; her mother was tenderly watching by her side, and her father was
walking up and down making observations partly to himself and partly to
his wife.
"Yes, it is provoking to be captured just as we were reaching England, I
own that," he observed. "How long we may be detained it is impossible
to say. Yet things might be much worse. For the first lieutenant of
the ship I have a great regard. You never appreciated him properly,
Edda. Is that poor daughter of ours likely to come round soon? I must
beg the surgeon of the ship to see her. Oh, well, if you think there is
no danger perhaps she is better as she is. Now, with regard to this
young officer, I take a deep interest in him. His history is, I
confess, a mystery, but I hope to have the means of clearing it up.
You, of all people, ought to take an interest in him. How constant and
devoted he is to our daughter: from the first time he met her at
Calcutta he admired her: nothing could be more tender or delicate than
were his attentions to her when we were in his power. She has since
made him the most ungrateful return. Her coldness, and the scornful way
in which she treated him, was enough to drive any man away unless he was
truly and sincerely attached. You tell me she does not and cannot love
him. All nonsense. It is a daughter's duty to set her affections where
her father desires. I have my reasons. That is sufficient. You speak
of that young English lieutenant. He is a fine-looking fellow--granted.
But what else is he? The son of a boatswain--not holding the rank of a
gentleman. He has himself risen from before the mast. He is said to be
held in estimation in his own service--granted; but he certainly,
according to my idea, showed the white feather in that duel affair with
young Maguire."
"But, Colonel Armytage, surely you do not forget that this Monsieur
Gerardin was among those who made that dreadful attack on us in Spain--
that he certainly attempted to carry off Edda, and would have succeeded
had it not been for Mr Morton's gallantry."
Mrs Armytage had seldom ventured to differ so strongly with her
husband.
"I have always doubted whether it was Gerardin who figured on that
occasion," he answered. "Morton, of course, is ready to suppose so, and
you and Edda were too frightened, I suspect, to know what happened.
Appearances are deceptive; I did not recognise him, and depend on it he
will be able to assure us that he was not there."
The lady after this dared not reply.
Colonel Armytage was in an excessively amiable mood. He was altogether
not so much displeased at having been taken prisoner, for he anticipated
very little satisfaction on his arrival in England. He had left it with
an accumulation of debts, and he felt very sure that his creditors would
give him no rest when they heard of his return. On the other hand he
could live cheaply in France; the climate suited him; and he concluded
that though he might be detained as a prisoner, he should be able to
select his residence. But what pleased him most was the having fallen
into the hands of his old acquaintance, Captain Gerardin, and his son,
who, from his previous acquaintance with them, he was certain would do
all in their power to make his position as agreeable as they could.
Edda had overheard the latter remarks made by her father. They did not
contribute to afford her comfort, although they had the effect of
arousing her attention. She kept her eyes shut, however, that she might
have time to collect her thoughts. She soon comprehended very clearly
what had happened, and remembering the counsel given her by Mrs
Edmonstone, she resolved to treat the young foreigner with the same
coldness which she had exhibited towards him at Calcutta. She forgot
one very important point--their positions had been changed. He was then
a prisoner--she was one now. At length, when her mother bent fondly
over her with an expression of deep anxiety at her protracted fit, she
could no longer resist opening her eyes to assure her that she was
recovering.
A short time after this, a knock was heard at the door of the cabin, and
the captain of the frigate entered. He said that he came to take the
commands of his passengers as to the hour they would prefer having their
meals. He was most anxious that they should enjoy every accommodation
his ship could afford. He had not forgotten their kindness; and if they
were destined to be made prisoners he was too happy to be their captor
that he might prove to them his gratitude.
Though Captain Gerardin's countenance was sufficiently battered and
weather-worn, there was an honest, good-natured expression about it
which made Mrs Armytage feel far more confidence in his expressions
than in those of his son.
It was not till the next day that Edda could be persuaded to go on deck;
the sea was smooth, and the air soft and balmy, and she could not help
looking out on the blue ocean which she had learned to love so much.
Alfonse Gerardin only occasionally approached her. When he did so his
manner was so gentle and courteous that she could not help acknowledging
to herself that she had no reason to complain of him. Captain Gerardin
was good-natured and hearty, and laughed and talked with her and her
father and mother with well-bred ease and freedom.
The frigate, he told them, was attached to a squadron now at anchor near
Rochelle, and that she was now on her way back to rejoin it.
The next morning land was seen ahead, and soon afterwards the frigate
came up with a small lateen-rigged craft standing the same way. Captain
Gerardin hailed, and asked where she was bound? In return, a person who
said he was the captain, replied that he was in search of a French
squadron which would soon be ready to sail, and that he had very
important information to communicate.
"We will heave-to, and you can come on board," answered the captain of
the French frigate.
In a short time a boat was launched from the deck of the little felucca,
and pulled towards the frigate. She was soon alongside, and a tall thin
old man made his appearance on deck. Captain Gerardin scrutinised him
severely, and he stared at the captain in return.
"We have met before, my friend, if I mistake not," exclaimed the former.
"I see before me Don Annibal Tacon."
"The same, though changed, I suspect, since we last parted," said
Captain Tacon. "And I may venture to say that I behold one with whom I
have exchanged some hard knocks, but love not the worse, and whom I once
knew as Pedro Alvarez; though from the flag under which you serve I
presume you have changed your name as well as your nation."
"You are right, friend Tacon," answered the captain. "What is more, you
are the very man for whom I have been long searching; but let me have
your information first, and then I will tell you the reason why I have
been anxious to find you."
"It will take some time," answered the old pirate. "If you like to make
sail, I will order the felucca to stand on in your wake."
"No; but direct her to stand on under our lee," said the captain. "Your
people may be very honest and faithful, but they may take it into their
heads to run away, and leave you with us. It is well to be cautious
with such gentry."
Captain Tacon was profuse in his thanks. "Certainly, rogues like mine
do require to be watched," he remarked. "Ah, as I have always thought,
honesty is the best policy, but somehow or other I never could manage to
adhere to it. But before you make sail I may as well bring some
passengers I have on board here. They are rather unwilling passengers,
I own; I might call them prisoners, for they are Spaniards, enemies to
France--an old man, a marquis and his daughter, and a priest. I took
them out of a vessel bound for Cadiz; and as I did not know how to
dispose of her, after removing every thing of value, I scuttled her."
"But what did you do with her crew?" asked the captain of the frigate.
"Let them go down in her," answered Tacon coolly. "I thought it would
show my other prisoners that I was not a man to be trifled with."
"By all means let them come on board here," said the captain of the
frigate, anxious to get the prisoners out of the power of such a
ruffian. "I will send an officer and a boat to conduct them."
A boat was lowered; one of the lieutenants jumped into it, and soon
returned from the felucca with the persons Tacon had described. They
were helped up the frigate's side, and the old man advanced, with his
daughter leaning on his arm, and followed by the priest, who, though
concealed by those in front, was, by peering out on one side, able to
take a steady survey of the officers on the quarter-deck.
The captain received the marquis and his daughter with great politeness.
"We have already ladies on board, and I hope mademoiselle will have no
cause to complain of her treatment while on board the ship, though our
accommodation is somewhat limited."
Mrs Armytage and Edda signed to the young lady to come to them, and she
advanced at once, glad to find herself in the society of some of her own
sex, whose countenances showed that they were worthy of her confidence.
The marquis stood alone, and the old priest was seen behind him.
No sooner did the eyes of the captain fall on him than he exclaimed,
"What! Father Mendez is it you still on this side the grave? I meet
you very opportunely, for of all people you were the one I desired to
see. What! do you not recollect your old shipmate?"
"Perfectly," answered the priest in a low tone; "but I should have
thought, Pedro Alvarez, that I was the person of all others you would
have been most desirous of avoiding--I, who am cognisant of your crimes,
of the sacrilege you have committed, of your traitorous conduct--you, an
outcast from the bosom of our Holy Mother Church--even now I find you in
command of a ship belonging to the enemies of our country. If I speak,
it must be to pronounce the curse of our Holy Church and of Heaven on
your head."
"Hold, father! you are going ahead too fast," exclaimed the old seaman,
bluntly; "I have braved the curses of your Church too long to care for
them; those of Heaven--Heaven alone can pronounce or inflict; but call
not one a traitor who was unjustly driven from his country, and has
never ceased to love her. However, you are an ancient comrade, and as
such have the privilege of speaking freely. I wish to be on friendly
terms with you and every human being. I am never happier with the
feeling that I have made an enemy. But, as I was saving, I rejoice to
meet you, for you can render me a service which will enable me to
accomplish an object which has been nearer my heart than any other in
the world."
The English prisoners, as well as the marquis and his daughter, were
near.
"Yes, I will confess to you, my friends," he added, addressing them: "I
am not a Frenchman by birth, but a Spaniard--Pedro Alvarez by name, as
Father Mendez called me. With your wife's family, as I told you,
Colonel Armytage, I am well acquainted. For many months I have resided
in Shetland."
The marquis started, and cast an inquiring look at the captain's
countenance.
"Circumstances occurred there of which Father Mendez is cognisant. We
will speak of them by-and-by. My ship was wrecked, and my captain and
all his crew perished. I was the only officer saved. On my return to
Spain I was accused of heresy, and an officer of the Inquisition was
sent to apprehend me. Perhaps the Marquis de Medea may know something
about that. In self-defence I was compelled to slay the alguizal. I
knew that the vengeance of the Inquisitors would follow me, and I
escaped on board a ship-of-war which I had been appointed to command. I
at length left her, and so managed that my officers believed me to be
dead, and on their return home reported accordingly that such was the
case. I wandered about in many parts of the world till the French
Republic was established, and then I entered the naval service of
France, and for convenience' sake changed my name. For long I continued
in it and served France faithfully, but an event occurred which
compelled me for a time to quit it. I went to India, and for several
years I remained in the eastern seas in command of a privateer, and
having made some money in her, I returned to Europe, when I received the
command of this frigate. Such has been my career. There is no great
mystery in it, but it was necessary that I should give an account of it,
lest any present should consider me a monster in human shape, and guilty
of all the crimes of which the father accuses me."
The marquis, who had been anxiously watching the captain's countenance,
breathed more freely when he ceased speaking. "Certainly, my friend, I
think that you have every excuse for your conduct," he exclaimed,
offering his hand to the captain, who did not seem very anxious to
accept it. "I for one shall be happy to welcome you back to Spain when
peace is restored, and as the Inquisition has been abolished you need
have no fear on that account. My friend, Father Mendez, will, I am
sure, also retract his disparaging expressions he has applied to you.
He must acknowledge that they are unjust--not such as you deserve.
Come, father, say that you regret having spoken so harshly of the worthy
officer."
But the father shook his head without speaking.
"It matters little," said the captain. "He laughs who wins. Perhaps
when all the details are filled up, some of my very worthy friends may
not be so well pleased."
He looked significantly at the marquis. At that moment Alfonse Gerardin
crossed the quarter-deck. The marquis looked at him and started.
"Who is that young man?" he asked, in an agitated tone.
"One of the officers of my ship, as you see by his uniform," answered
the captain, carelessly.
"A sail on the larboard beam!" sung out a man from the mast-head. Soon
afterwards the cry was heard that there were three, four, five sail--a
whole fleet of ships in sight. The captain went aloft, and so did
several of the officers, to examine the strangers with their glasses.
On their return on deck, they pronounced them to be English, but the
greater number of the ships were well on the frigate's quarter.
"As soon as we are seen they will give chase, but we must do our utmost
to get under the batteries of Aix before they reach us. We have a good
excuse for running away."
More sail was set on the frigate. It was a question, however, whether
she could reach the shelter which was sought for, in time. Several of
the English ships were seen making sail in chase.
Edda Armytage looked out eagerly towards them. She at all events had no
wish to remain a prisoner. Some wild hopes, too, rose in her heart as
she understood that the pursuing ships were frigates.
"They will not overtake us, young lady," said the captain, who observed
the nature of her thoughts. "I would rather, too, that you did not
indulge in the wish, for I cannot bear to see you disappointed."
"Thank you for your kindness, but it is but natural that I should wish
to be free," she answered, endeavouring to smile.
She fancied, by the countenances of some of the other officers, that
they had not the same confidence as the captain. She observed the point
for which the French frigate was steering, and it appeared to her that
the English ships were just as near. This gave her hopes. Still she
was afraid that the French would fight, and that there would be a
desperate struggle before they allowed their ship to be captured. She
was not aware that the French frigate was to windward of Rochelle, and
that the English were some way to leeward, which gave the advantage to
the former. The ships were, however, rapidly approaching each other.
She saw, indeed, that even the captain thought that there might possibly
be a fight, for the guns were being cast loose, and powder and shot were
brought up on deck.
So much engaged had everybody been in observing the movements of the
English fleet on the larboard beam, that no one had been watching the
proceedings of the little felucca which had been on the other side. A
loud oath from the lips of Don Tacon gave them notice that something was
wrong, and looking out over the starboard bulwarks she was seen close
hauled under all sail, standing away to the southward. The old man
walked up and down the deck, throwing furious glances at her, while he
stamped and swore, and tore his hair.
"The rogues, the villains, the scoundrels, to desert me thus!" he
exclaimed. "To take advantage of me when they saw that I could not
pursue them. Who is one to trust in this world? My curses go with you,
you knaves!" he shouted, shaking his fist at the far-distant vessel.
"Ha! it is some satisfaction to know that none of you know anything of
navigation, and that you will cast yourselves away to a certainty. May
every one of you be food for the fish before many days are over!"
No one pitied the old pirate, and he was allowed to rave on without
interference.
The frigate tore through the water--the breeze was freshening. This was
all in her favour. Still the British ships were coming up fast; the
leading frigate began to fire her bow chasers, but the shot fell short.
She waited for some time. One fortunate shot, and the Frenchman would
be her prize. The forts on the island of Oleron could now be seen
clearly with the naked eye. The English frigate drew still nearer.
Captain Gerardin judged that she was nearly within gunshot. "Ladies,
this quarter-deck is no longer a place for you," he said, addressing
Edda and her mother, and the Spanish young lady. "I regret to drive you
from it, but I must use the authority of a captain, and order you
below."
Mrs Armytage and her daughter saw that he was in earnest, and prepared
to obey. A shot which whistled close over the quarter showed the wisdom
of his order.
"Oh, but my father--my father! will he not come?" exclaimed the daughter
of the marquis in the most bitter anguish.
"Your father will do as he thinks fit, Donna Julia," said the captain.
"I only exert my influence where ladies are concerned. Spain is at
present united to England. He cannot be called on to fight."
"And you, Captain Alvarez, you are a Spaniard. Why unite with the
enemies of Spain?"
"Spain disinherited me," he answered, turning away. "But, ladies,
hasten below, there is no time to be lost."
Another shot came whistling by, and cut short all further conversation.
The captain now ordered a couple of long brass guns to be run out aft to
return the compliment the English were paying him. They were served
well, and the nearer the enemy approached, the more effective they
became. At length a shot struck the taffrail, and glancing along the
bulwarks, sent the splinters flying about the deck. The marquis turned
pale.
"It is my duty to go and look after the safety of my daughter," he
observed, diving rapidly below.
"I am not a belligerent, and if I am wounded I cannot attend to the
spiritual affaire of the dying," said Father Mendez, following his
patron.
"It matters little what becomes of me, since all my worldly possessions
are on board the craft those scoundrels are carrying off," remarked Don
Tacon, as he sulkily walked the deck.
Colonel Armytage kept his post on the deck, eyeing the English ships.
"It would be wiser for you, sir, to go below," said the captain. "We
shall be hotly engaged soon, and there is no reason why you should
expose your life."
"I have never avoided danger in whatever form it has presented itself,"
answered the colonel, haughtily. "I do not feel disposed to show on the
present occasion that I have a faint heart."
"As you like, colonel," said the captain, shrugging his shoulders. "It
is an odd fancy some men have for making targets of their heads."
The shots now came with greater rapidity on board the frigate. Her
sails had several holes in them, and some of her standing as well as of
her running rigging had been cut away. Still, only one of the chasing
ships was near enough to fire, but the other two were coming up fast.
The brave captain looked at his foes, and then at the friendly forts.
"We shall soon escape from them," he observed to his lieutenant. "But
one of these shots may any moment cut short my career. Should I fall,
fight the ship to the last. And, Alfonse, remember--Colonel Armytage
and Father Mendez know all."
The French frigate was drawing in closer and closer to the fort.
Suddenly one of the guns from it sent a shot flying past her towards her
enemy. Several followed. The French garrison had got the range.
Still, the Englishman did not give up the pursuit. A fortunate shot
might enable him to bring the enemy to closer action. At length,
however, a shot from the fort carried away his foretop-gallant-mast,
another might do still further damage; and as it would have been extreme
rashness to continue the pursuit further, he hauled his wind and made
the best of his way out of the range of the guns of the forts, while the
French frigate came to an anchor safe under their shelter near several
line-of-battle ships and frigates.
No sooner had the sails been furled than Captain Tacon came aft, and
begged at once to be taken to the admiral.
"I told you that I was coming to give important information," he said
coolly. "I prefer giving it to the admiral, who has the power to reward
me as I deserve."
The captain had nothing whatever to say against this, and accordingly
conducted him on board the flag-ship. The old pirate then gave the
information that the English had resolved to attempt the destruction of
the French fleet by fire-ships; and, as a proof, exhibited the plan
which he had abstracted from Lord Claymore's cabin.
"I will consider the information you have brought me, and judge of the
probability of its correctness," answered the admiral. "You shall,
according as it is found to be correct, receive your reward. Take him
on board again, Captain Gerardin, and see that he does not escape. He
will probably be equally ready to inform the British government, if he
has the opportunity, of what we are about."
Tacon looked not over well pleased; he well knew that expostulation
would be useless.
"The fates are against me, and I am truly an unfortunate and
much-to-be-pitied man," he muttered, as he was led away.
Captain Gerardin took him back on board the frigate, and, to prevent the
possibility of his escaping, put him into irons. "A hard necessity,
friend Tacon," he remarked; "but necessity often compels us to perform
unpleasant acts."
"Ah, yes, it is my unfortunate fate! I am truly much to be
commiserated," answered the old pirate. "Now there is the marquis, up
there, in your cabin. He is a much greater scoundrel than I am, and yet
rank and wealth are his lot."
"Oh, we have a bonne-bouche prepared for him, which he may not relish
much more than you do those manacles on your legs," remarked the
captain, as he left the worthy Tacon to his solitary reflections.
The French admiral, meantime, paid much more attention to the
information he had received than he was willing to acknowledge he should
do. It corroborated what he had received from other quarters, and he
instantly issued orders to prepare for the expected attack. Lord
Gambier's squadron had for some time been cruising off the coast, and it
was considered a wonder that Captain Gerardin's frigate had got safe
into harbour.
Meantime the prisoners, for so they were, though treated more as friends
and passengers, were detained on board. The preparations for the attack
were concluded, and the French were convinced that it could not succeed.
It was now the common subject of conversation; and Edda heard that Lord
Claymore was about to take an active part in the operation, and, of
course, supposing that Ronald Morton was still with him, she felt sure
that he would likewise be engaged, and would be foremost wherever danger
was to be encountered. Never had she passed a time of suspense so
painful. It was shared, however, in a great degree, by her mother and
by Donna Julia.
She was becoming much interested in the young Spanish girl, though she
could not entirely make out her character. At all events she was
warm-hearted and enthusiastic, but though gentle in her manners, she
seemed more inclined to resent an injury than to forgive it. Still she
was very different to her father, for whom Edda had conceived a great
dislike. No one, indeed, liked him. Her father kept studiously aloof
from his society, and even Father Mendez rarely or never spoke to him.
Edda's chief annoyance arose from the attentions paid her by Alfonse
Gerardin; they had become more frequent, and he was far more confident
in his manner than he had ever before been. How to treat him under the
present circumstances she could not tell. The cabin was no sanctuary to
her. He entered it at all times with perfect freedom, and evidently
with the captain's sanction.
One day, believing that he was on duty on deck, where the rest of the
party were assembled, she remained in the cabin to read. She was seated
on a sofa, and had succeeded in fixing her attention on the book, when
the door opened, and on looking up she saw Lieutenant Gerardin
approaching her. She let her eyes again drop on the page before her,
but not a word could she read. He sat down by her side, and before she
was aware of it had grasped her hand.
"Hear me, Edda!" he exclaimed with vehemence. "I can exist no longer in
the state of uncertainty I have endured for so many years. From the
first moment I saw you, I loved you. You know it. My love was sincere,
faithful, disinterested. I am not a mere adventurer, as you may
suppose. My birth is equal, if not superior, to yours. Rank and wealth
will be mine. All I offer to lay at your feet. You doubt my words.
The means of proving my claims have only lately, in the most wonderful
way, been placed in the power of my guardian and protector, Pedro
Alvarez, whom you know as Pierre Gerardin, the captain of the ship. Let
me have the satisfaction of telling you, dear Edda, that I am your
cousin, the long-lost son of Donna Hilda Escalante."
Edda looked incredulously in his face, and endeavoured to withdraw her
hand; she suspected that he had by some means become acquainted with her
family history, and having concocted a story, was practising on her
simplicity.
"I tell you the solemn truth. Why do you doubt me," he exclaimed,
almost fiercely. "You have surely often heard how a child was carried
away by pirates from Lunnasting, and that no tidings had ever been
gained of him. I was that child. The chief of the band, Tacon, is a
prisoner on board this ship. For the sake of obtaining his liberty, he
will be ready to acknowledge his part in the transaction. I was rescued
from his power by my father's faithful lieutenant, and my constant
friend and guardian, Pedro Alvarez. He had no means of getting to
Shetland, nor could he return to Spain. After wandering about in many
parts of the world, taking me with him, he repaired to France, then at
war with England. He sent to Shetland, and from the answer he received,
he believed that my mother was dead. He fancied that, even should he be
able to get there, my claims would not be acknowledged, and he
determined, therefore, till peace was restored, not to make the attempt.
My father, as you may have heard, would have succeeded to the title of
the Marquis de Medea and to a magnificent estate. On his death the
inheritance became mine; but without proofs of my birth, Pedro Alvarez
himself being unable to return to Spain, how could he hope to succeed in
obtaining for me my rights? He had carefully abstained from telling me
the secret of my birth, and I fully believed that I was his son. I have
been brought up as a Frenchman, and as a Frenchman I have always felt
and acted. To support the honour and glory of our great emperor has
always been my ambition and aim; though he may meet with reverses, he
must succeed in the end--I am sure of that as I am of my own existence.
Spain, which has foolishly abandoned him, will again be brought under
his power, and through his means I feel sure that I shall some day
obtain my father's inheritance. You look incredulous, lady. Proud
England, too, will be humbled, and France, and all who adhere to her,
will be triumphant. Those glorious days, when France will rule the
world, will soon arrive, sweet Edda; and I ask you to share with one who
loves you with devotion and tenderness unsurpassed, the wealth and rank
which will then be his."
"I thank you, Monsieur Gerardin, from my heart, I do, for your
sentiments towards me," she answered, in a gentle tone. "But be assured
that I cannot return them. To be frank with you, my heart is given to
another. To you I can only be a cousin, a friend, and well-wisher. You
will, I feel sure, find many girls whose hearts are disengaged, who will
love you for yourself, and not for the wealth and rank which I hope may
be yours."
"My friend and well-wisher!" he exclaimed, starting up and walking about
the cabin. "Those are cold words to address to one who loves you as I
have done. You tell me that you love another. He shall pay the penalty
of interfering with me. I knew that he was my rival. He has escaped me
often, but the next time we meet we will not part till one has fallen."
He continued pacing up and down before her; and stamping furiously on
the deck, he exclaimed--"Thus will I trample all my enemies under my
feet! Ay, little does that usurping kinsman of mine dream what I
prepared for him. I have him in my power, and I will take good care to
exercise that power. He lives on under the belief that he is the owner
of broad lands and wealth unbounded, and it is a pleasure to watch him
as he paces the deck, and to know that I, all the time, am the true
marquis, and that he is the impostor. Ah, cousin Edda! you supposed me
a quiet, gentlemanly young lieutenant of marine. You now know who I am
and what I am. I am one not to be trifled with--not to be opposed with
impunity. You would have thought me a person of importance if I were
simply the inheritor of the castle and the estates of Lunnasting--those
estates which would have been yours had I not appeared. Without them,
remember, you will be reduced to poverty--the most complete poverty--
your father confesses as much. Let that weigh with you. Your love I
shall gain ere long. I fear not on that point. Come, cousin, be mine--
be mine. Neither heaven nor earth shall keep you from me!"
He rushed towards her and endeavoured to grasp her hand. She shrunk
from him with dread, for there was a glare in his eye, and a wildness in
his look which suggested the horrible idea that he was attacked with
insanity. She looked round with the intention of escaping from the
cabin, when the door opened and Donna Julia entered. Hernan was calm in
an instant, and bowing to the Spanish lady, he said in English--"Cousin,
soothe that poor girl. The blow that I have to strike will be terrible
indeed to her."
He disappeared as he spoke. He hurried on deck. His great anxiety was
now to bring the marquis, Tacon, Father Mendez, and Pedro Alvarez
together before Colonel Armytage, that the whole chain of evidence might
be clearly exhibited to him. He was about to propose this to the
captain, when a gun was fired from the flag-ship, and the signal was
seen flying for the first lieutenants and four boats from every ship to
come alongside.
Hernan hurried off in obedience to orders. When he got on board the
flag-ship he found that a number of vessels which had been seen joining
the English fleet, then at anchor about six miles off, were supposed to
be fire-ships, and that an immediate attack from them was apprehended.
The fleet of boats was to be on the watch near the boom, to attack any
English boats which might approach, or to tow the fire-ships clear of
the men-of-war.
The night was of pitchy darkness when the flotilla of French boats
started on their perilous expedition. Long they watched, every moment
expecting to see the flames from the fire-ships bursting forth close to
them, or to be engaged in a deadly conflict with the English boats.
"Hark!" said Hernan to the midshipman by his side; "I hear the sound of
oars. Ah, there is a boat! What boat is that?" he asked, in a loud
voice.
Little did he dream who was in that boat, that his hated rival was
almost within his power. The French boats gave chase. There could be
but little doubt that the English boat had been in the midst of them.
Many a loud oath was sent after her, but she flew faster than they or
their oaths, and the flotilla returned discomfited to their stations at
the boom. Thus the night passed away. The general opinion was, that
after all they had little to fear from the threatened fire-ships.