A JOURNEY, AND WHAT BEFELL THE TRAVELLERS.--A VISIT TO WINDSOR, AND ITS
RESULT.
The days were long, the weather was fine, and Mabel and her companion
hoped by starting at dawn to reach London at an early hour on the third
day of their journey. They were crossing Hounslow Heath, a part of the
country, in those days especially, and even in later years, notorious
for the number of robberies committed on travellers. In the far
distance were seen dangling in the air two objects, the wretched
remnants of humanity, suspended in chains, intended as a warning to
evil-doers, but having about as much effect as scarecrows have generally
on bold birds who have discovered that they can do them no harm. Mabel
turned away her eyes to avoid the hideous spectacle. Paul said nothing,
but pulled out his pistols one by one, carefully surveying their locks.
Then restoring them to their holsters, he continued trotting on at a
rapid pace behind his young mistress.
"We shall be in town, Miss Mabel, long before your godfather sits down
to his early dinner, I hope," observed Paul. "You might spare Beauty a
little, for we shall have some steep bits of road soon, and a steady
pace will bring us to our journey's end, maybe, as soon as a rapid one."
As Paul spoke he caught sight of three men crouching down under some
bushes a short distance ahead. Had he been alone, he would have dashed
forward and easily have eluded them, should they prove to be footpads,
as he thought likely. He was afraid, however, should Mabel make the
attempt, that they might succeed in stopping her horse, and then, if
going at full speed, he would be less able to take steady aim, or to
defend her. At the same time, he did not wish to alarm her before it
was necessary. She, however, directly afterwards caught sight of the
same objects. They were not left long in doubt as to the intention of
those they saw, for as they approached, live men sprang up, and rushing
forward seized Mabel's rein. Paul, drawing a pistol, fired. One of his
assailants fell, but this did not deter the others from their purpose.
While one of the ruffians held Mabel's horse, the other three attacked
him, endeavouring to pull him from his saddle. Before they had time to
seize his arm, he drew another pistol. He fired, but it flashed in the
pan. He endeavoured to reprime it, but having no time to do so, he
seized it by the muzzle, and began to lay about him with right good
will, striking one fellow on the head and another on the shoulder, and
compelling them to let go their hold, at the same time shouting at the
top of his voice, "To the rescue! to the rescue! Off with you,
villains!" and similar cries, which were not without the effect of
distracting the attention of his assailants. Still, as they were three
to one, and had also firearms, though they had not hitherto used them,
it was too evident that they must ultimately succeed in their purpose.
Still undaunted, however, the old soldier fought on, continuing to
strike with a rapidity which astonished his assailants. One, however,
more savage than the others, springing back, drew a pistol from his
belt, and was levelling it at Paul, when his eye caught sight of two
men, who, at that instant had jumped out of a gravel-pit a little way
ahead, and were rushing towards them, flourishing thick sticks which
they held in their hands.
"Don't let the fellows sheer off, Paul, and we will make prizes of the
whole," shouted one of the new comers, springing forward and bringing
his thick stick down on the head of one of Paul's assailants. The
fellow dropped as if shot, when the other three men, seeing that their
opponents were even in number, let go the horses' reins and took to
flight.
The men who had so opportunely arrived were dressed as sailors. In the
most active of them Paul recognised his old acquaintance, Jacob Tuttle.
The other was a stranger.
"Well, this is fortunate!" exclaimed Jacob, in astonishment. "Why, Mr.
Gauntlett, I little thought to see you and Miss Mabel out here. Why,
please miss, you are the very lady I was coming all the way to Lynderton
to see. Only yesterday I could get leave from my ship to come ashore,
and started away up to London, where we stopped a few houts, and then
came along south-west, keeping a course for Lynderton."
Mabel had been so agitated by the attack of the footpads that she had
been unable to speak. She now eagerly asked Jacob why he wished to see
her.
"It is about a shipmate of mine, please you, miss, as true-hearted a lad
as ever stepped--one Harry Tryon, though in speaking to you, miss, I
ought to call him Master Harry."
"Go on, I entreat you," said Mabel, eagerly.
"You have heard talk of the mutiny, miss, and how the seamen thought
they had not got their rights, and how they held out against their
officers? Well, the chief of the mutineers, and I have not much to say
in his favour, was aboard our ship, and because Harry was a gentleman
and could write a good hand, he made him act as his secretary. Now do
you see Harry did not wish to do so, to my certain knowledge, but
somehow or other, after Parker, who was the chief in the business, was
tried and hung, Harry was brought in guilty of helping him. I don't
know how it was I was not called as a witness, or I could have proved
that Parker held a pistol to Harry's head and made him write what he
told him. The long and short, however, of it is that poor Harry has
been condemned to death, and lies on board the prison ship with a number
of other fellows, to be run up one of these days to the yard-arm. Now I
thought to myself, he has got friends down at Lynderton who I know would
help him. As I could not get away from the ship to give the news, I got
a messmate, howsomdever, to write to my Mary, you know her, miss, and
tell her all about it. At last, however, yesterday morning, Jack Veal
here and I got leave to come ashore and spend a fortnight at home. We
lost no time as soon as we stepped on shore, you may depend on it, miss,
but came along as fast as our two legs would carry us, and a pretty good
job it is we did come, or we should have missed the chance of knocking
those fellows on the head and doing you a service, miss."
"It is indeed most fortunate, and I have to thank you very heartily,"
answered Mabel; "and if, instead of going on to Lynderton you will
accompany us, you may be of still greater service. I am going up to
London, on purpose to see what can be done for Mr. Tryon. If nobody
else can assist me, I will go to our good King, and ask him to grant his
pardon. If you are able to bear evidence that he did not willingly join
the mutineers, I am sure his Majesty will grant our request."
"With all the pleasure in life, miss," answered Jacob. "I would go a
hundred miles to give a helping hand to any shipmate, much more to so
true-hearted a chap as Harry Tryon, or Andrew Brown, for that's the name
he goes by. I told you when I wrote through him to Mary how he had
saved your honoured father's life, and if he was in England all things
would go right, for he would be able to prove what an obedient
well-behaved seaman Harry always was with him."
"I am right glad to hear you say that, Jacob," put in Paul. "To my
mind, Miss Mabel, it is fortunate we fell in with these two lads, but
let us lose no further time. They must keep alongside our horses till
we can get a cart or coach of some sort to carry them on. It is very
clear there is no time to be lost, and if we get in early to London
something may be done even to-day."
"Make sail ahead, then," cried Jacob; "Jack and I will keep up with you,
and if we can we will lay hands on a craft of some sort to carry us on."
They had not gone far when they saw the footpads return and carry off
their wounded companions. Under other circumstances Paul would have
given notice of what had occurred, but he knew by so doing they might
have to undergo considerable delay, which for Harry's sake it was most
important should be avoided. They therefore pushed on till they arrived
at a small inn on the London side of the heath, where Paul had on
several occasions stopped. The landlord knew him, and he was able,
therefore, without difficulty, to hire a horse on which the two sailors
might proceed. It was the only one in the stable, but as it had an
unusually long back, Jacob and Jack agreed that it would answer their
purpose quite as well as two.
"Each can take his trick at the helm by turns," observed Jacob, "though
seeing that when a little boy I used often to ride the horses to water,
I may be the better hand of the two."
The stable boy was about to put on a saddle.
"No, no, off with that thing," observed Jacob, throwing himself on the
animal's back. "Here, Jack, give us your hand. Now sit yourself
astern. That will do. Good-bye, Master Gibson, we will send the horse
back to you safe and sound, never fear."
Saying this, Jack and his companion rode out of the stable-yard, and
followed Mabel and Gauntlett, who had just before left it.
As Mabel approached London, her eagerness to see her godfather and Mr.
Kyffin increased. She could scarcely refrain from urging on her steed
to its topmost speed, though restrained every now and then by Paul's
voice requesting her to proceed at a more leisurely pace, both for her
own sake and for that of Jacob and his companion, who were following on
their rough-trotting horse. Before noon she drew rein at the door of
Mr. Thornborough's house. She threw herself from her horse, and ran up
the steps. Miss Thornborough stood ready to receive her in her arms.
"My dear Mabel, we have heard all about it from Mr. Kyffin," she said.
"He is up-stairs with your godfather, and will do all he can; but, my
dear child, what a journey for you to take!"
Mabel, thanking her kind old friend, explained that she had brought
companions who might be of great service, and begged that they and their
horses might be looked after.
"That shall be attended to. And now, my dear Mabel, you must come and
rest yourself, and after dinner you shall hear what your friends propose
doing."
"Oh, let me hear at once," answered Mabel, unconsciously lifting up her
hands to Miss Thornborough; "I cannot endure any longer this suspense.
Do they think that Harry can be saved? I must see my godfather and Mr.
Kyffin, and hear what they propose from their own lips."
Mistress Barbara accordingly conducted Mabel up-stairs. Mr. Kyffin came
forward in a kind and courteous manner to conduct her to a seat, before
taking which, however, she hurried up to her godfather, who kissed her
affectionately.
"You must not be cast down, my child," he said; "Harry's guardian and I
will do all that we can for the lad."
Mabel felt her spirits somewhat raised on hearing this. Still she saw
that Mr. Kyffin's countenance was very grave, as if his hopes of success
were but small. As, however, she described having fallen in with Jacob
Tuttle and another shipmate of Harry's, his looks brightened somewhat.
"Yes, I see it," he answered; "there is hope if we have them as
witnesses, but we must be quick in our movements."
"Oh! yes, yes," exclaimed Mabel. "I am ready to go down to Windsor at
once, where I hear the King is. He may remember me. I little thought
that his visit to Stanmore would have been of so much consequence."
"You will be over-fatiguing yourself, young lady," said Mr. Kyffin,
looking compassionately at Mabel. "After a ride of nearly one hundred
miles, you are scarcely fit to undertake another journey."
"Oh, yes, I would mount my horse this instant," answered Mabel. "I care
not for food or rest, when Harry's life hangs in the balance."
"To relieve your mind we will go at once, then, I promise you," answered
Mr. Kyffin. "A coach and four will be in readiness within an hour. In
the meantime you must take some refreshment and rest, and we shall be in
time to see the King this very afternoon. After that we must be guided
by his Majesty's reply."
The road from London to Windsor, as it was traversed frequently by
royalty, was in those days one of the best in the country.
A carriage was proceeding along it in the early part of the afternoon,
drawn by four horses galloping at a furious rate. Its passengers were
Mabel, Mistress Barbara, who had come to take care of her, and Mr.
Kyffin, while outside was Paul Gauntlett, who would not lose sight of
his young mistress, and Jacob Tuttle with his companion, who sat on the
box and frequently leant forward urging the postillions to drive faster
and faster.
The more Jacob thought of the peril in which Harry was placed, the more
anxious he became about him. He had already seen many unhappy men run
up at the yard-arms of their respective ships in consequence of their
active participation in the dangerous mutiny lately quelled, and he
could not help feeling that Harry Tryon might be among the next victims.
Many of them were young men, strong, active, intelligent fellows,
misled by designing knaves. It is especially painful to see such men,
who, though criminal, differ greatly from ordinary culprits, suddenly
launched into eternity. Such has been the fate demanded by stern
justice of many fine seamen, and undoubtedly those executions had struck
a wholesome terror into the minds of British seamen generally. From
that day forward no mutiny of any consequence has ever occurred in the
British fleet.
At length the numerous towers of Windsor's proud castle were seen by the
travellers. Mabel's heart beat even quicker than before as the carriage
dashed on. At length they reached the foot of the ascent which leads to
the terrace. On one side were the walls of the castle, on the other
stretched away the greensward, the wide-spreading trees, and the long
glades of Windsor forest. Along the terrace were scattered numerous
groups of persons, some standing on either side, others walking slowly
up and down in conversation, now bowing to those they passed, now
stopping to speak a few words to acquaintances. Below, the park was
crowded with persons of every degree, all of them in gala costume. The
eyes of the greater number turned frequently up towards the terrace,
where some object especially attracted their attention. Mistress
Barbara and Mabel, with Mr. Kyffin, had no difficulty in passing the
guards, but their attendants were stopped and told that they could not
be admitted on the terrace.
"Oh, but we want them especially to come; it is a matter of greatest
importance," exclaimed Mabel. "We want them to see the King."
"What is it? who do you want to see?" said a middle-aged gentleman,
stepping forward from among several younger people by whom he was
surrounded.
"The King," answered Mabel, advancing. "Your Majesty--it is yourself!"
she added, looking up and discovering that she was in the presence of
George the Third, who, with several of his own family and three or four
of his favourite courtiers and visitors, had just reached the end of the
terrace.
"Ah! surely I have seen your face, young lady," said the King, in his
kind, gentle way. "Tell me all about it."
"I had the honour of seeing your Majesty at Stanmore, the house of my
uncle, Colonel Everard," answered Mabel, "when your Majesty was last
there."
"Ah, yes, and I never forget a face," said the King; "and how is your
uncle?--he is an old friend of mine."
"He has been called hence, your Majesty," answered Mabel; "he is dead."
"Ah! dear, dear," said the King; "I had heard of it; my friends die
quickly, and there are few to replace them; I ought to have remembered.
But tell me what you require of me--what can I do for you?"
Mabel endeavoured to explain in a few words, and as clearly as possible,
the object of her visit to the King. He listened attentively.
"A sad thing that mutiny, though; but are you certain that young man is
not guilty? Can you prove it? There's the question," said the King.
"People want proofs in these matters. We must not be governed by our
feelings."
"Oh, yes, your Majesty, I know, I am sure he is not guilty!" exclaimed
Mabel, clasping her hands, and looking up imploringly at the King. "My
liege, you have the power of saving him; oh! let me entreat you to do
so. Exert your royal prerogative, and save the life of one who is
innocent of the fearful charges brought against him."
"I should like to do so, young lady, indeed I should," said the King,
kindly, "but I want proofs. Those are what the lawyers require. What
proofs can you bring forward?"
"Here, your Majesty, are two men who were on board the ship in which Mr.
Tryon served, and they are able to bear evidence that he was compelled
by the ringleader to perform the acts for which he has been condemned."
"Ah! let them come forward, and I will hear what they have to say," said
the King. "Are those the men outside who came with you? Let them be
admitted immediately!"
On this Jacob and Jack Veal were allowed instantly to go on the terrace,
Paul Gauntlett slipping in with them. The King beckoned them forward.
Doffing their hats, they stood in a row before his Majesty, Paul a
little behind the others ready to make a military salute, while Jacob
and Jack kept hauling away at one of the love-locks with which their
foreheads were bedecked.
"Let me hear all about it. What have you got to say, my man?" asked the
King, looking at Jacob.
"Please your Majesty, he no more wanted to mutiny against your Majesty
than the babe unborn," began Jacob. "Please your Majesty, there's not a
more loyal subject of your Majesty's in England, not except old Pike,
whom your Majesty recollects at Lynderton, and who used to get drunk
regularly on your Majesty's birthday drinking your Majesty's health."
"What, do you know old Pike?" exclaimed the King, laughing; "I hope he
is well."
"Oh! bless you, your Majesty, he was well and as merry as a cricket when
I was last at home. I have been foreign since then, and have not seen
him or my old mother for many a day."
"Ah, well, I wish all my subjects were as loyal as old Pike," observed
the King, turning round and narrating the anecdote of the prostration
performed by the old mace-bearer before him. "And now about this young
man, you say he is innocent, but how can you prove it?"
"Why, your Majesty, I can swear my Bible oath that I saw Richard Parker
clap a pistol to his head and tell him if he did not obey orders he
would blow his brains out. Now, your Majesty, do you see, he thought to
himself, `If my brains are blown out I can never serve the King again,
and if I merely write as I am made to do there can be no great harm in
that, and the time will come when I may be able to serve my good King as
before.' Now, your Majesty, I ask if a man was to treat you like that,
whether you would not think it was wiser to obey him than to kick up a
row about it?"
"As to that, it would depend very much upon what the man wanted me to
do," answered the King. "However, it is clear your young friend acted
on compulsion, if your oath is of any value; and what does your shipmate
there say?"
"Please your Majesty, I can swear the same thing," answered Jack Veal,
"and what is more, we can bring several other men to prove that what we
say is the truth."
"And what do you say, my tall friend?" said the King, looking up at
Paul.
"Please your Majesty, I have known the lad from his boyhood. He is true
and loyal to the backbone," answered Paul, making a salute. "His
grandfather, General Tryon, served your Majesty, and perhaps your
Majesty remembers the ride he took with you through the forest after
your Majesty's visit to Stanmore."
"Ah! yes, yes, let me see. I remember the youth well," said the King.
"A well-mannered, intelligent lad. It would be a great pity to have him
hung, of course it would," he remarked, turning round, to the Queen and
princesses who were standing with him. "But, my dear young lady, I
cannot act in this matter without the advice of my ministers. You must
go and see Mr. Pitt, and learn what he has to say. If he consents, I
will pardon the lad with all my heart."
"Most deeply do I thank your Majesty for those kind words," answered
Mabel; "but time is precious. Any instant he may be led out to
execution, and some time would pass before we could apply to the
minister."
"Oh, that gentleman will help you," answered the King, turning to Mr.
Kyffin, "he looks like a lawyer, a clever man, I am sure. You will help
the young lady, will you not?" said the King.
"Armed with a line signed by your Majesty I certainly could do so,"
answered Mr. Kyffin, bowing. "We will hasten back to town and see Mr.
Pitt, and in the meantime, provided with the order to stay the
execution, we will proceed to the ship where the prisoner is confined."
"Come along, then," said the King, with a kind encouraging glance at
Mabel. "You shall have the paper; I hope it is not unconstitutional.
What is the lad's name?"
"Harry Tryon," answered Mabel.
"Please your Majesty, that is his real name," put in Jacob Tuttle,
hearing the answer; "but the name he is to be hung by is Andrew Brown;
and please your Majesty, if you only give the order to stop Harry Tryon
being hung, poor Andrew Brown may be hung up notwithstanding."
"I see, I see," said the King. "Well, then, as you are in a hurry, my
dear young lady, we will draw out the paper."
On this the King, with several members of the royal family, attended by
Mabel and Mr. Kyffin, entered the castle by the side door. The King
walked rapidly on through several passages till he entered his private
room. Sitting down at a desk he began to write, the rest of the party
standing at a respectful distance round him.
"There, my dear young lady, this, I believe, will have its effect," he
observed, as he finished the papers and handed them to Mabel. "You will
not lose them, eh? The one you can send on board the ship and the other
to the minister. He will attend to my request, I hope. Now speed ye
well, and God bless you."