James Dove, the blacksmith, had, for some time past, been watching the
advancing of the beacon-works with some interest, and a good deal of
impatience. He was tired of working so constantly up to the knees in
water, and aspired to a drier and more elevated workshop.
One morning he was told by the foreman that orders had been given for
him to remove his forge to the beacon, and this removal, this
"flitting", as he called it, was the first of the memorable events
referred to in the last chapter.
"Hallo! Ruby, my boy," cried the elated son of Vulcan, as he descended
the companion ladder, "we're goin' to flit, lad. We're about to rise in
the world, so get up your bellows. It's the last time we shall have to
be bothered with them in the boat, I hope."
"That's well," said Ruby, shouldering the unwieldy bellows; "they have
worn my shoulders threadbare, and tried my patience almost beyond
endurance."
"Well, it's all over now, lad," rejoined the smith. "In future you
shall have to blow up in the beacon yonder; so come along."
"Come, Ruby, that ought to comfort the cockles o' yer heart," said
O'Connor, who passed up the ladder as he spoke; "the smith won't need to
blow you up any more, av you're to blow yourself up in the beacon in
futur'. Arrah! there's the bell again. Sorrow wan o' me iver gits to
slape, but I'm turned up immadiately to go an' poke away at that rock--
faix, it's well named the Bell Rock, for it makes me like to _bell_ow me
lungs out wid vexation."
"That pun is _bel_ow contempt," said Joe Dumsby, who came up at the
moment.
"That's yer sort, laddies; ye're guid at ringing the changes on that
head onyway," cried Watt.
"I say, we're gittin' a _bell_y-full of it," observed Forsyth, with a
rueful look. "I hope nobody's goin' to give us another!"
"It'll create a re_bell_ion," said Bremner, "if ye go on like that."
"It'll bring my _bell_ows down on the head o' the next man that speaks!"
cried Ruby, with indignation.
"Don't you hear the bell, there?" cried the foreman down the hatchway.
There was a burst of laughter at this unconscious continuation of the
joke, and the men sprang up the ladder,--down the side, and into the
boats, which were soon racing towards the rock.
The day, though not sunny, was calm and agreeable, nevertheless the
landing at the rock was not easily accomplished, owing to the swell
caused by a recent gale. After one or two narrow escapes of a ducking,
however, the crews landed, and the bellows, instead of being conveyed to
their usual place at the forge, were laid at the foot of the beacon.
The carriage of these bellows to and fro almost daily had been a subject
of great annoyance to the men, owing to their being so much in the way,
and so unmanageably bulky, yet so essential to the progress of the
works, that they did not dare to leave them on the rock, lest they
should be washed away, and they had to handle them tenderly, lest they
should get damaged.
"Now, boys, lend a hand with the forge," cried the smith, hurrying
towards his anvil.
Those who were not busy eating dulse responded to the call, and in a
short time the ponderous _materiel_ of the smithy was conveyed to the
beacon, where, in process of time, it was hoisted by means of tackle to
its place on the platform to which reference has already been made.
When it was safely set up and the bellows placed in position, Ruby went
to the edge of the platform, and, looking down on his comrades below,
took off his cap and shouted in the tone of a Stentor, "Now, lads, three
cheers for the Dovecot!"
This was received with a roar of laughter and three tremendous cheers.
"Howld on, boys," cried O'Connor, stretching out his hand as if to
command silence; "you'll scare the dove from his cot altogether av ye
roar like that!"
"Surely they're sendin' us a fire to warm us," observed one of the men,
pointing to a boat which had put off from the _Smeaton_, and was
approaching the rock by way of _Macurich's Track_.
"What can'd be, I wonder?" said Watt; "I think I can smell somethin'."
"I halways thought you 'ad somethink of an old dog in you," said Dumsby.
"Ay, man!" said the Scot with a leer, "I ken o' war beasts than auld
dowgs."
"Do you? come let's 'ear wat they are," said the Englishman.
"Young puppies," answered the other.
"Hurrah! dinner, as I'm a Dutchman," cried Forsyth.
This was indeed the case. Dinner had been cooked on board the _Smeaton_
and sent hot to the men; and this,--the first dinner ever eaten on the
Bell Rock,--was the second of the memorable events before referred to.
The boat soon ran into the creek and landed the baskets containing the
food on _Hope's Wharf_.
The men at once made a rush at the viands, and bore them off exultingly
to the flattest part of the rock they could find.
"A regular picnic," cried Dumsby in high glee, for unusual events, of
even a trifling kind, had the effect of elating those men more than one
might have expected.
"Here's the murphies," cried O'Connor, staggering over the slippery weed
with a large smoking tin dish.
"Mind you don't let 'em fall," cried one.
"Have a care," shouted the smith; "if you drop them I'll beat you
red-hot, and hammer ye so flat that the biggest flatterer as ever walked
won't be able to spread ye out another half-inch."
"Mutton! oh!" exclaimed Forsyth, who had been some time trying to wrench
the cover off the basket containing a roast leg, and at last succeeded.
"Here, spread them all out on this rock. You han't forgot the grog, I
hope, steward?"
"No fear of him: he's a good feller, is the steward, when he's asleep
partiklerly. The grog's here all right."
"Dinna let Dumsby git haud o't, then," cried Watt. "What! hae ye begood
a'ready? Patience, man, patience. Is there ony saut?"
"Lots of it, darlin', in the say. Sure this shape must have lost his
tail somehow. Och, murther! if there isn't Bobby Selkirk gone an'
tumbled into Port Hamilton wid the cabbage, av it's not the carrots!"
"There now, don't talk so much, boys," cried Peter Logan. "Let's drink
success to the Bell Rock Lighthouse."
It need scarcely be said that this toast was drunk with enthusiasm, and
that it was followed up with "three times three."
"Now for a song. Come, Joe Dumsby, strike up," cried one of the men.
O'Connor, who was one of the most reckless of men in regard to duty and
propriety, here shook his head gravely, and took upon himself to read
his comrade a lesson.
"Ye shouldn't talk o' sitch things in workin' hours," said he. "Av we
wos all foolish, waake-hidded cratures like _you_, how d'ye think we'd
iver git the lighthouse sot up! Ate yer dinner, lad, and howld yer
tongue."
"O Ned, I didn't think your jealousy would show out so strong," retorted
his comrade. "Now, then, Dumsby, fire away, if it was only to aggravate
him."
Thus pressed, Joe Dumsby took a deep draught of the small-beer with
which the men were supplied, and began a song of his own composition.
When the song was finished the meal was also concluded, and the men
returned to their labours on the rock; some to continue their work with
the picks at the hard stone of the foundation-pit, others to perform
miscellaneous jobs about the rock, such as mixing the mortar and
removing _debris_, while James Dove and his fast friend Ruby Brand
mounted to their airy "cot" on the beacon, from which in a short time
began to proceed the volumes of smoke and the clanging sounds that had
formerly arisen from "Smith's Ledge."
While they were all thus busily engaged, Ruby observed a boat advancing
towards the rock from the floating light. He was blowing the bellows at
the time, after a spell at the fore-hammer.
"We seem to be favoured with unusual events to-day, Jamie," said he,
wiping his forehead with the corner of his apron with one hand, while he
worked the handle of the bellows with the other, "yonder comes another
boat; what can it be, think you?"
"Surely it can't be tea!" said the smith with a smile, as he turned the
end of a pickaxe in the fire, "it's too soon after dinner for that."
"It looks like the boat of our friends the fishermen, Big Swankie and
Davy Spink," said Ruby, shading his eyes with his hand, and gazing
earnestly at the boat as it advanced towards them.
"Friends!" repeated the smith, "rascally smugglers, both of them;
they're no friends of mine."
"Well, I didn't mean bosom friends," replied Ruby, "but after all, Davy
Spink is not such a bad fellow, though I can't say that I'm fond of his
comrade."
The two men resumed their hammers at this point in the conversation, and
became silent as long as the anvil sounded.
The boat had reached the rock when they ceased, and its occupants were
seen to be in earnest conversation with Peter Logan.
There were only two men in the boat besides its owners, Swankie and
Spink.
"What can they want?" said Dove, looking down on them as he turned to
thrust the iron on which he was engaged into the fire.
As he spoke the foreman looked up.
"Ho! Ruby Brand," he shouted, "come down here; you're wanted."
"Hallo! Ruby," exclaimed the smith, "_more_ friends o' yours! Your
acquaintance is extensive, lad, but there's no girl in the case this
time."
Ruby made no reply, for an indefinable feeling of anxiety filled his
breast as he threw down the fore-hammer and prepared to descend.
On reaching the rock he advanced towards the strangers, both of whom
were stout, thickset men, with grave, stern countenances. One of them
stepped forward and said, "Your name is--"
"Ruby Brand," said the youth promptly, at the same time somewhat
proudly, for he knew that he was in the hands of the Philistines.
The man who first spoke hereupon drew a small instrument from his
pocket, and tapping Ruby on the shoulder, said--
"I arrest you, Ruby Brand, in the name of the King."
The other man immediately stepped forward and produced a pair of
handcuffs.
At sight of these Ruby sprang backward, and the blood rushed violently
to his forehead, while his blue eyes glared with the ferocity of those
of a tiger.
"Come, lad, it's of no use, you know," said the man, pausing; "if you
won't come quietly we must find ways and means to compel you."
"Compel me!" cried Ruby, drawing himself up with a look of defiance and
a laugh of contempt, that caused the two men to shrink back in spite of
themselves.
"Ruby," said the foreman, gently, stepping forward and laying his hand
on the youth's shoulder, "you had better go quietly, for there's no
chance of escape from these fellows. I have no doubt it's a mistake,
and that you'll come off with flyin' colours, but it's best to go
quietly whatever turns up."
While Logan was speaking, Ruby dropped his head on his breast, the
officer with the handcuffs advanced, and the youth held out his hands,
while the flush of anger deepened into the crimson blush of shame.
It was at this point that Jamie Dove, wondering at the prolonged absence
of his friend and assistant, looked down from the platform of the
beacon, and beheld what was taking place.
The stentorian roar of amazement and rage that suddenly burst from him,
attracted the attention of all the men on the rock, who dropped their
tools and looked up in consternation, expecting, no doubt, to behold
something terrible.
Their eyes at once followed those of the smith, and no sooner did they
see Ruby being led in irons to the boat, which lay in _Port Hamilton_,
close to _Sir Ralph the Rover's Ledge_, than they uttered a yell of
execration, and rushed with one accord to the rescue.
The officers, who were just about to make their prisoner step into the
boat, turned to face the foe,--one, who seemed to be the more courageous
of the two, a little in advance of the other.
Ned O'Connor, with that enthusiasm which seems to be inherent in Irish
blood, rushed with such irresistible force against this man that he
drove him violently back against his comrade, and sent them both head
over heels into Port Hamilton. Nay, with such momentum was this act
performed, that Ned could not help but follow them, falling on them both
as they came to the surface and sinking them a second time, amid screams
and yells of laughter.
O'Connor was at once pulled out by his friends. The officers also were
quickly landed.
"I ax yer parding, gintlemen," said the former, with an expression of
deep regret on his face, "but the say-weed _is_ so slippy on them rocks
we're almost for iver doin' that sort o' thing be the merest accident.
But av yer as fond o' cowld wather as meself ye won't objec' to it,
although it do come raither onexpected."
The officers made no reply, but, collaring Ruby, pushed him into the
boat.
Again the men made a rush, but Peter Logan stood between them and the
boat.
"Lads," said he, holding up his hand, "it's of no use resistin' the law.
These are King's officers, and they are only doin' their duty. Sure am
I that Ruby Brand is guilty of no crime, so they've only to enquire into
it and set him free."
The men hesitated, but did not seem quite disposed to submit without
another struggle.
"It's a shame to let them take him," cried the smith.
"So it is. I vote for a rescue," cried Joe Dumsby.
"Hooray! so does I," cried O'Connor, stripping off his waist-coat, and
for once in his life agreeing with Joe.
"Na, na, lads," cried John Watt, rolling up his sleeves, and baring his
brawny arms as if about to engage in a fight, "it'll niver do to
interfere wi' the law; but what d'ye say to gie them anither dook?"
Seeing that the men were about to act upon Watt's suggestion, Ruby
started up in the boat, and turning to his comrade, said:
"Boys, it's very kind of you to be so anxious to save me but you
can't--"
"Faix, but we can, darlin'," interrupted O'Connor.
"No, you can't," repeated Ruby firmly, "because I won't let you. I
don't think I need say to you that I am innocent," he added, with a look
in which truth evidently shone forth like a sunbeam, "but now that they
have put these irons on me I will not consent that they shall be taken
off except by the law which put them on."
While he was speaking the boat had been pushed off, and in a few seconds
it was beyond the reach of the men.
"Depend upon it, comrades," cried Ruby, as they pulled away, "that I
shall be back again to help you to finish the work on the Bell Rock."
"So you will, lad, so you will," cried the foreman.
"My blessin' on ye," shouted O'Connor. "Ach! ye dirty villains, ye
low-minded spalpeens," he added, shaking his fist at the officers of
justice.
"Don't be long away, Ruby," cried one.
"Never say die," shouted another, earnestly.
"Three cheers for Ruby Brand!" exclaimed Forsyth, "hip! hip! hip!--"
The cheer was given with the most vociferous energy, and then the men
stood in melancholy silence on _Ralph the Rover's Ledge_, watching the
boat that bore their comrade to the shore.