During the day, after leaving an adequate guard over the prisoners in
the lugger, the lieutenant came up the Gap twice, and worked hard with
his men to get our poor work-people in a more comfortable state, though
now plenty of the Ripplemouth folk had been over, and help and
necessaries were freely lent, so that the night was made fairly
comfortable for the wounded and their families. We slept in the ruins
of the counting-house, whose roof was open to the sky, for my father had
not the heart to go home and rest there; and when he sent Bigley over,
and I felt that I should like to go and keep the poor fellow company, I,
too, had not the heart to go and leave my father alone.
The next morning the lieutenant came to fetch us to breakfast on board
the lugger; but we made a very poor meal, our injuries being more
painful, and I felt weak and ill; but there was so much to see and hear
that I kept forgetting my sufferings in the interest of the time.
There were our men to go and see, and sit and talk to where they were
too poorly to get up. There was Mother Bonnet to speak to when she
started for the Bay to attend on Bigley; and I had her to see again when
she came back, all ruffled and indignant, after a verbal engagement with
our Kicksey, who would not let the old woman interfere, because she
wanted to nurse Bigley herself.
Then towards afternoon, when the lieutenant had nearly gone mad with
suspense about the frigate and at being bound to stop there with the
lugger, according to his orders, news came by a fishing boat, that there
had been a desperate engagement, and the frigate had been sunk.
But on the top of that came news by a man who was riding over from
Stinchcombe, that it was the French vessel that had been sunk.
This stopped the lieutenant just as he was putting off in the lugger,
and soon after a fresh news-bearer came in the shape of another
fisherman, who announced that the Frenchman was taken.
There was a regular cheer at this, and I saw Captain Gualtiere's brow
knit; but he passed it off, and sat with the officer straining his eyes
to the west in search of the prize to our flag.
It was no wonder that he looked as triumphant as our people seemed
chap-fallen when towards evening the frigate appeared alone, with every
stitch of canvas that she could show spread to the western breeze, but
the spy-glasses showed that she was in anything but good trim, for her
main-mast was gone by the board, only a short stump rising above the
deck, and as she came nearer, her shattered bulwarks told of a desperate
fight.
There was a signal of recall flying; and at this the lieutenant shook
hands warmly, and with the middy bade us good-bye, setting sail directly
after with the prisoners in their own vessel, and towing the frigate's
boat behind.
We learned afterwards that there had been a most desperate engagement,
far away to the west, and that the Frenchman was becoming hopelessly
beaten with half her guns silenced, and that she was on the point of
striking her colours, when a lucky shot from one of her big guns cut
through the frigate's main-mast, and it toppled over into the sea,
whereupon the French sloop made her escape, sinking the cutter which
bravely tried to check her, and carrying off her crew as prisoners.
We only obtained this information in driblets; but one thing was
certain, the French sloop had got right away, and my father frowned as
he thought of his lost silver.
He bore up famously for a few days, working hard, in spite of Doctor
Chowne's orders, in trying to make his wounded work-people comfortable,
and then when by the doctor's orders I was lying at home on a sofa in
the same room as Bigley, my poor father broke down and took to his bed.
"I'm not surprised," Doctor Chowne said to me shaking his head. "You're
all a set of the most obstinate mules that ever kicked. I should have
had you all well by now, only young Bigley there would walk on his
crippled leg and irritate it; you would keep rolling and dancing about
and keeping your ribs from mending; and your father has gone on walking
about just as if nothing was the matter, when all the time he ought to
have been in bed."
"But a little rest will soon set him right, will it not, doctor?" I
said anxiously.
"A little rest? He'll be obliged to take a great deal now, and I'm glad
of it. Hang him: I'll bring him in a bill by and by!"
The doctor was quite right; we had all been very disobedient, and
suffered for it; but in spite of the pain, and fever, and weakness, that
was a very pleasant time. How we used to lie there listening to the
birds! Sometimes it was the blackbirds piping softly in the garden.
Then from high up over the hill we could faintly hear the skylark
singing away, and then perhaps mingling with it would come the wild
querulous _pee-ew_! _pee-ew_! Of the grey and white gulls, as in
imagination we saw them gliding here and there about the cliffs.
But there was war in our cottage at the Bay--desperate war. Mother
Bonnet coming every morning with fish and cream and chickens and fruit
for her boy, as she called Bigley; and our Kicksey snorting and
indignant at the intrusion, and telling old Sam that it was just as if
master was too poor to pay for things.
Then by degrees my father grew well enough to sit out in the little
battery by his guns, and breathe the soft sea-breezes that came in from
the west; and here he used to receive our foreman, who came over every
morning to report how much lead had been smelted and cast, and how the
mine was growing more productive.
For as fast as the men grew well enough, they returned to their duties.
The cottages were restored as quickly as was possible, and every day the
traces of the French attack grew less visible; but still my father did
not get quite well.
Bob Chowne was over with us a great deal, and I believe he did both
Bigley and me a vast deal of good from being so cantankerous. He would
do anything for us; fetch, carry, or turn himself into a crutch for
Bigley to lean upon, as he hopped down the garden to a chair; but he
must be allowed to snarl and find fault, and snarl he did horribly.
One day when I was beginning to feel quite strong again, and I was able
to take a long breath once more without feeling sharp pricking
sensations, and afterwards a long dull aching pain, I went down the
garden to find Bigley standing before my father with his head bent and
listening patiently to what seemed to be a scolding.
"I've told you before, my lad. Ah, Sep, you there?"
"Yes, father," I said. "I beg your pardon. I did not know."
"There, stop," cried my father. "It is nothing that you may not hear.
Bigley Uggleston is talking again about going, and I am bullying him for
it."
"I can't help it, Captain Duncan," cried poor Bigley passionately. "I
want to be frank and honest; and it always seems dreadful to me that,
after what has taken place and your terrible losses, I should be staying
here and receiving favours at your hands."
"Now, my good lad, listen to me," said my father. "Do you think that I
am so wanting in gentlemanly feeling that I should wish to visit the sin
of another upon your head?"
"No, sir; but I am in such a strange position."
"You are, my lad; but you see your father has always had the worthy
ambition to give his son a good education, and make him something better
than he has been himself."
"Yes, sir, but--"
"Hear me out, Bigley. It has been my misfortune twice over to give him
deadly offence, and the last time he visited it upon me by giving
information to the French, which led to, as you call it, my serious
losses."
"Yes, sir," cried Bigley, "and I am miserable. I feel as if I could not
look you in the face."
"Why not?" said my father kindly. "Yours is a good, frank, honest face,
my lad, and you have always been my boy's companion and friend. Come,
come, no more of this nonsense. I have right on my side, and some day
your father will awaken to the fact that the information I gave was
given in the way of duty, and have a better opinion of me. As to you--"
"I must go, sir--I must go," cried Bigley, "I cannot stay here any
longer."
"No, you must not go," said my father firmly. "It is evidently your
father's wish that you should stay, or he would say so when he sends you
money so regularly. There, come, we'll say that he has done me a great
deal of injury, and caused me a very heavy loss."
"Yes, sir, that is always on my mind."
"And that kept you from getting better, my lad. So now I'm going to
make a bargain with you. Get quite strong again, as I hope to be myself
before long, and come and help us at the mine to recover the lost ground
again."
"May I?" cried Bigley eagerly.
"Of course," said my father; and as I saw quite a cloud disappear from
poor Bigley's countenance, I tossed up my cap and cried, "Hurrah!"