As soon as Denham approached the Government house, Barry, who had seen
him from the window, hastened forward to meet him, and after the first
greetings, said that he must introduce him at once to the Earl, and his
sister, and cousin.
"You will like the girls," he whispered to Denham, "you must be entirely
at your ease with them, remember, they are not fine, they have no
nonsense about them, just as girls should be; if they were otherwise, I,
for one, would not own them. I have no idea of girls giving themselves
airs."
Saying this, Barry led Denham into the drawing-room. The young
midshipman seemed to have the habit of blushing, for in spite of all he
could do, the colour mounted to his cheeks when he made his bow, a very
graceful one, by-the-bye, to the two young ladies. He conversed with
ease, but the subjects of his conversation, as far as he selected them,
were entirely confined to the scenes he had witnessed in the West
Indies, or to a few books which he had the opportunity of reading since
he had been on board the frigate. As to England, or any other part of
the world, he seemed to know nothing whatever, as far at least as his
own experience went. He did not speak either of his family or of any
friend he possessed, and they soon came to the conclusion that he was
either a foundling or an orphan, without any relation whom he wished to
own. Still they were very much pleased with his general conversation.
Captain Falkner, in the evening, came up to the Government house, and he
then said that the Admiral had directed him to take a cruise for a few
weeks, and that, at the end of the time, he would come back for his
midshipmen. He was able, however, to remain at anchor two or three
days, and, as will be supposed, he spent most of his time on shore in
Lady Sophy's company. No one could watch the two without agreeing that
they were admirably matched. She, gentle and intelligent, and
affectionate; he, frank and brave, and open-hearted in his manner and
bearing. He was known, too, as a just, brave, high-spirited officer,
and a _very_ first-rate seaman, and more than that, to be a God-fearing
and religious man.
The two midshipmen, it should have been remarked, when last at Jamaica,
had passed their examination, which gave them the rank of masters'
mates, as they were called in those days. They had been for some time
on shore when, a mail arriving, the Earl presented Denham with a long
official-looking letter. Denham eagerly opened it. His heart beat
quicker than usual; the colour rose to his cheeks, and his eyes beamed
with pleasure, for he found that the document announced his being raised
to the rank of lieutenant. The Earl seemed to be aware of the fact, and
soon after addressed him as "Lieutenant Denham."
"But has not Barry also got his promotion?" asked Denham, looking at his
friend.
"Yes," answered Barry, "I am a lieutenant too, but I do not feel as you
do, because I am sure I have not deserved it. You have done all sorts
of gallant things, and I have done nothing."
The Earl laughed.
"Well," he said, "provided those who deserve promotion obtain it, the
Admiralty do not object to raise a few who have less to boast of."
"But I am sure you would have done all sorts of gallant things if you
had had the opportunity," said Lady Nora, turning to her brother with a
smile.
"I hope this will not remove me from the _Cynthia_," said Denham; "I
should indeed be sorry to quit Captain Falkner and my old shipmates."
"I think not," answered the Earl. "From what I hear from the Admiral
who writes to me on the subject, the first lieutenant of the _Cynthia_
has been promoted, and another officer has left the ship, so that you
two will get the vacancies. I hope in the course of another month or so
she will return from Jamaica, and that Barry will rejoin her with
renewed health."
The father's hope buoyed him up, while Denham could not help
acknowledging that he saw his friend every day growing weaker and
weaker. It was evident that the injuries he had received in the
cutting-out expedition had been more severe than had been supposed, and
that his system had received a shock from which it had never recovered.
Nora, too, was scarcely aware of the danger of her brother. Lady Sophy,
perhaps, had suspected it, but could not bring herself to speak of it to
her cousin. Barry himself declared that he felt better every day,
though he showed, by his disinclination to take exercise, that he was
much weaker than he was ready to acknowledge.
At length the frigate came back, and the two young lieutenants rejoined
her. When, however, Lord Barry came on board, the surgeon kindly told
him that he thought he would be better off by remaining on shore a
little longer with his father. The surgeon saw that a great change had
taken place in him.
Barry declared he was fully capable of doing his duty, but the surgeon
persisted in advising him to return home.
"I am sure a little more rest will do you good," said Captain Falkner,
looking at him compassionately; "we will manage to have your duty done
on board, and we must hope that in a short time you will be sufficiently
recovered to resume it yourself."
The Earl was somewhat surprised at seeing Barry return, but Captain
Falkner, who accompanied him, endeavoured to tranquillise his mind; and
though he could not honestly say his son would recover, he remarked that
youth and a good constitution often enable persons to gain strength when
otherwise it might be hopeless.
The _Cynthia_ was ordered to cruise about the Windward islands; a
dangerous locality, but where she would have many places to visit.
Captain Falkner observed that he should frequently have to call off the
island, and that he hoped to see the Earl and his family whenever he did
so.
It would be difficult to describe the beautiful scenery of the island
now placed under the government of the Earl. The ground is broken into
hills and valleys, and here and there lofty mountains rise, towering
high up into the blue sky. Good roads, however, are cut across the
island in every direction, and thus not only were the young ladies able
to drive about, but they also had the pleasure of taking long rides to
many scenes of beauty, accompanied by Barry, who, though he did not
appear to recover his strength, was still able to sit on horseback. A
number of planters were settled about the island, many of whom were men
of education, and all were glad to offer hospitality to the Earl and his
sick son. The Earl hoped by travelling about, and by amusing Barry's
mind, to assist in the restoration of his health. They had on one
occasion gone to a planter's house at the back of the island, a day's
journey from the Earl's country residence, and situated near the sea.
The spot was a very beautiful one. In the background rose ranges of
mountains, feathered to their very summits with green foliage. On one
side of the grounds were plantations of coffee and sugar. The sandy
beach stretched like a line of silver along the edge of the blue water,
fringing the cane-fields, which formed a broad expanse of vivid green
behind them. Along the coast were lovely little coves and bays,
enlivened by neatly laid out mansions of the planters, while numerous
fishing and passage-boats, with their raking masts and latteen sails,
added life and animation to the scene. A bright and sparkling stream,
which found its way down from the mountains above, passed through the
plantation, and added much to the refreshing coolness of the scene in
that warm climate. A broad verandah ran round the house, on one side of
which or the other shade could be obtained at all times of the day. A
couple of days had been spent very pleasantly at this abode, when one
evening, just as the sun was about to sink through a rain cloud into the
distant horizon, an old whiteheaded slave came hurriedly into the
presence of his master.
"What is the matter, Caesar," asked Mr Jefferson, the planter. The old
man shook his head.
"Very bad, very bad."
"Speak, boy; have you lost your wits?" exclaimed the planter
impatiently.
"No, massa; but me hear there come one hundred Caribs and many white
men, and a whole lot of negroes, to burn the house this night and the
plantations; and they swear that they will kill all the people."
At first the planter was inclined to laugh at this information, so
indeed was the Earl; but, on a further examination, the statements of
the negro were so clear--and he was so well able to explain how he
obtained his knowledge--that they began to think more seriously.
"It is too late now," observed the planter, "for your lordship to
attempt to return to the town; indeed, you would be very likely to fall
in with these rebels; but I have several trusty slaves on the estate who
I am sure would be ready to lay down their lives for my sake. I will
send Caesar to summon them into the house, and as I know that we can
make a better stand here than at the residences of any of the other
planters, I shall be able to persuade several of them to come here with
their families, and assist in the defence of the place."
"In the mean time we must send off for assistance," observed the Earl;
"I am perfectly ready to agree to your proposition; indeed, I should be
very unwilling to attempt to travel with my two young ladies and son at
this hour; besides which we should probably be watched, and if we were
so, we should eventually be captured by these people. But what could
have caused them to think of rebelling?"
"Probably, my lord, emissaries from France have landed on the island,
and also there are several discontented settlers of other nations,
besides Caribs and blacks, who are always ready for a disturbance, in
the hopes of gaining something during it."
"However," observed the Earl, who in his youth had been a soldier, "we
must make preparations for defending the place; I have had a little
experience of that sort of thing in Ireland, and I suspect there is not
much difference between the characters we shall have to deal with and
those I have been accustomed to in my native country."
Mr Jefferson, as he had proposed, immediately sent out three of his
most trusty household servants, with notes to the neighbouring planters,
inviting them to take refuge in his house, while the other servants of
the establishment were at once ordered to come in. A number of trees
from the neighbouring woods were forthwith cut down and brought into the
house, to assist in barricading the windows and doors. Every available
board, tops of tables and chests were broken up to close all the
entrances, loop-holes being cut in them through which muskets could be
fired at the advancing foe. Neither Lady Sophy nor Lady Nora seemed
much alarmed at seeing the preparations.
"It reminds me very much of our younger days," observed Lady Sophy to
her cousin. "You remember what work there was in defending the old
castle, though that appeared to us to be a far better place to defend
than this is. Still as our friends do not appear to be alarmed I do not
see why we should be." Lord Barry seemed aroused by the exertions he
was called on to make, and set to work with zeal in assisting in
fortifying the house; all languor had disappeared, and he was now full
of animation. In a short time the gentlemen who had been summoned
arrived at the house. Most of them came attended by servants well
armed, and several who had families brought them also, not forgetting to
bring, at the same time, a supply of provisions. They all knew that
some time might elapse before they could get assistance. Indeed, if, as
was not improbable, there was a general rising of the Caribs and blacks
on the island, the small number of troops stationed in the garrison
would be fully occupied in attempting to put them down, and perhaps none
could be spared to come to their relief. None of the party, however,
appeared alarmed. They held the people it was expected would attack
them in too much contempt not to feel perfectly secure with the
preparations they had had time to make. The Earl's chief annoyance
arose in not having himself received information of the intended rising,
as, of course, he felt himself responsible for the well-being of the
country. He, however, took care to exhibit no doubt or hesitation, and
did his utmost to keep up the resolution of those collected about him.
It should have been said, that the day after the _Cynthia_ left the
harbour, a boat with several men had contrived to escape from the side
of the ship.
It happened in the following manner. During the latter part of the
middle watch, while the night was excessively dark, there was a shout of
a man overboard. The wind was light. A boat was ordered to be lowered,
and to pull in the direction in which the man was supposed to have
floated. There was no cry, however, though a splash was heard, and
fears were therefore entertained that he had sunk, or had become the
prey of a shark. There was far more confusion than usual on board at
the time, and several voices were heard exclaiming, that he was crying
out, and that the sound came from a different direction to that in which
the first boat had gone. Without waiting for orders, another boat was
immediately lowered. It was known that several men had jumped into her,
and shoved off without an officer. When it was, as on the present
occasion, a matter of life and death, this was not of much consequence.
Away the boat pulled from the ship, and no officer took upon himself to
call her back. At length, however, it appearing certain that the man
must have sunk, or, what was too likely, been carried off by a shark,
the boats were recalled on board. One only returned. In vain the other
was summoned. No answer was made to the repeated calls of the
boatswain. A gun was fired; still, after waiting a certain time, the
boat did not return. It was strange that no one could tell in which
direction she had gone. It was scarcely possible that any accident
could have happened to her; for, even if she had filled with water, the
men in her would certainly have cried out. The ship at the time was
supposed to be about five or six leagues from the land, which had been
seen at sundown over the weather quarter. Since then the wind had been
very light, and the ship had made but little way. The natural
conclusion to which Captain Falkner came was, the boat must have pulled
on shore, and made several tacks in that direction. A strong gale,
however, coming on in a short time, he was unable to beat up to the
island; and after making an attempt for some hours in vain, having
despatches on board, he was obliged to bear up for his destination. He
intended, however, on his return to make inquiries for the boat, in case
she should have reached the shore. Now, it happened that the mutineer,
Higson, had managed to win over six of the men to assist him in escaping
from the ship. At his suggestion a log had been thrown into the water,
and the cry was raised that a man was overboard. This done, he had no
great difficulty in leaving the ship. While in harbour he had had
frequent communications with various persons disaffected to the
Government. He had by chance fallen in with one of them when he was on
shore, and this led to his communication with others. Believing that
the larger portion of the population would join in a rebellion, he
entertained the idea of making himself of some importance in the
country, fully believing that assistance would be gained from the French
or Dutch, and that the people might make themselves independent of
England. With this object in view, he determined to leave the ship.
His success was complete, and he managed before dawn to land safely on
the island. Here the boat was broken up, and a cave by the shore being
found, the fragments were piled up in it and completely consumed; thus
he hoped all trace of his landing was lost. He had some difficulty in
finding the people with whom he had before communicated, but at length
they met, and he at once entered seriously into the plans which had been
proposed for overpowering the British troops, and taking possession of
the country. He knew where the Earl was living, and entertaining a
personal grudge against him for the part he had played in sending him on
board a man-of-war, he resolved on wreaking his vengeance in the first
place on his head. On visiting the governor's country-house he
discovered that the Earl had gone to the plantation of Mr Jefferson,
and he immediately determined, with such aid as he could collect, to
attack it, in the hopes of at once either capturing the Earl or
destroying him and his family. Happily, having to deal with people with
whom he was little acquainted, his plans were not kept so secret as they
might otherwise have been, and the faithful old Caesar thus got
information respecting them.