It would be impossible thoroughly to describe the feelings of
disappointment which the Englishmen experienced when they discovered
that they were caught like fish in a net. The Portugals were advancing
along the rocks on both sides of the harbour, and in the narrow channel
where they were they would all be shot down, or must yield directly they
were summoned. In vain they tried to break through the chain. Again
and again they dashed the stem of their boat against it. No weapon of
sufficient strength to cut it was to be found in the boat. Dick and
another man leaped overboard, and, balancing themselves on the chain,
attempted to lift the boat over, but she was far too heavy to allow them
a chance of success. Hitherto the Portugals had not fired; it might
have been because they believed that Donna Isabel was with them, or
that, having to scramble along the rocks, they had left their weapons
behind them.
"Oh, boys! if we had but a place to swim to, we'd swim rather than be
caught by these baboon-faced Portugals," cried Dick, as he reluctantly
re-entered the boat.
Lights were now seen as if on the water itself.
"The Portugals have launched some boats, and are coming in pursuit!"
shouted Lizard.
"Never mind, lads; if we can but get through their chain, we'll hold
them a long chase yet. Now, lads, a hearty pull and pull all together."
Heartily the seamen did pull, and stove in the bow of the boat, and
sprang every one of their oars. With no very complimentary remarks on
the Portugals' rotten spars, they broke them completely in two, and each
man, grasping the inner end, prepared to use it as a quarter-staff.
Scarcely had they thus armed themselves when three boats dashed up
alongside them. Several voices ordered them to yield themselves
prisoners.
"Yield ourselves prisoners!" exclaimed Dick. "Come and take us, you
blackguards! We'll just have the pleasure of cracking some of your
skulls first."
Although the Portugals did not understand Dick's polite observations,
they concluded from the tone of his voice that they were not
conciliatory, and therefore, with threats of vengeance, they pressed
round them. Great was their astonishment and indignation as they were
about to jump on board the fugitives' boat to find showers of blows
descend on their heads with such hearty good-will, that with many a
cracked skull they sprang back into their own boats faster than they had
left them. The Portugals in the boats so thickly surrounded the English
that the former could not use their fire-arms, while those on the rocks
were also afraid to fire for fear of hitting their friends. Bravely and
gallantly the seamen held out.
"Hurrah for the true English quarter-staves, lads!" cried Dick, as he
dealt blow after blow on the heads of the Portugals, his example being
ably followed by the rest of the men.
Edward shouted and encouraged his followers, though less vociferously.
Several of the Portugals were knocked overboard; others, stunned, fell
back into the bottom of their boats; and others, with broken arms and
bruised shoulders, shouted--"Treachery! treachery! Help! help! Fire!
fire!" and all sorts of cries, under the belief that the numbers of the
fugitives were far greater than was the case.
As long as the enemy could be kept at close quarters the English had
greatly the advantage; but at length so greatly worsted were the
Portugals that the survivors and the unmaimed, getting out their oars,
and shoving off from the boat which contained the audacious English,
fairly took to flight, and pulled away up the harbour, maliciously
shouting as they went--
"Fire! fire at the chain!"
Their cries were heard, and the rattle of fire-arms followed, and the
bright flashes were seen, while the shot whistled over the only spot at
which the prisoners could hope to make their escape, even if they could
manage to cut or force the chain. As it would have been certain death
to make the attempt, Raymond proposed a still more daring scheme--to
pull up the harbour after the Portugal boats, to board one of them
before the people had recovered from their panic, to seize their arms,
and then to try and make terms with the enemy, or to die fighting
bravely with weapons in their hands which might be used at a longer
distance than could their quarter-staves. The idea was no sooner
suggested than put into execution. The boats had only gone up a short
distance, and before the Portugals were aware that they were pursued,
the English, with their dreaded quarter-staves, were battering away on
their skulls, and in a few seconds had possessed themselves of all the
fire-arms, ammunition, and swords to be found on board. Another boat
was overtaken, and before those on board had recovered from their
astonishment they were also deprived of their arms. The English now
dashed on so as to reach the shore before their opponents, and be ready
to stand on their defence. Their success was greater than they
anticipated. As the Portugals were looking in other directions, no one
opposed them, and they had time not only to leap on shore, but to reach
a rock on the beach which Raymond recollected so close to the water that
it prevented any one approaching on that side, while the rock itself
formed a rampart in front, behind which they could fight. Here Edward
found himself with Dick Lizard and ten other men, some of them more or
less wounded, but all able to use their weapons. Although they knew
that they must ultimately be starved out or overwhelmed by numbers, yet,
like brave men, they agreed not to yield while resistance could by any
possibility avail them. Some time passed--no enemy appeared. What were
the Portugals about to do? was the question.
"They don't know where we've got to, and they're boasting that they've
killed us," suggested Dick in a low voice.
Edward had still a lingering hope that they might escape. The minutes
were very long, but they increased into hours, and at last the day
dawned, and Dick, looking out from behind his hiding-place, could see
the Portugals scattered about among the rocks near the harbour still
looking for them. Daylight, however, exhibited the boat on the beach,
and the marks of their feet on the sand. Their place of refuge was soon
discovered, and now in numbers the Portugals came crowding up from all
quarters, thinking that they were about to take their prey on easy
terms, and vowing vengeance on their heads. The rock, however, formed a
breastwork which no bullets could penetrate, nor even could round shot
from ordnance make any impression on it. The shape was that of a
half-moon, the convex side being towards the shore, with the two horns
running some way into the water where it was too deep for any one to
wade, except the sea was unusually smooth.
On the sea side there was deep water, outside of which was a ledge of
broken rocks here and there showing their heads, forming a barrier no
boats could pass, with what may be described as a lagoon of smooth water
inside the rocks. Thus Raymond and his party were completely protected
from the sea, unless a boat could be dragged overland and launched
beyond the rock into the lagoon. This could easily have been done under
ordinary circumstances, but any persons now attempting it would have
been exposed to the fire of the English from the rock. Edward had noted
some of the advantages offered by the rock as a place where a few
determined men might defend themselves, but the strength of its position
surpassed his expectations. It was the recollection of this rock which
made him propose the bold attack on the Portugals in their boats which
proved so successful. Some of the Portugals, it was observed, advanced
bravely enough, but others, whose heads were bandaged, though they
shouted and urged on their countrymen, hung back, and seemed in no way
inclined to encounter the daring Englishmen. Dick Lizard pointed them
out to his companions.
"Ha, ha! the varlets!" he exclaimed. "They know the flavour of our
English quarter-staves, and don't want a second taste of them."
Raymond had no necessity to counsel his men to be steady, for every one
had his weapons ready, and stood as cool as if no enemy were advancing
to the attack. Still the number of their opponents was sufficient to
daunt the stoutest hearts. Not only were there Portugals, but swarthy
natives in light garments and long matchlocks, nimble fellows who looked
capable of climbing over the rocks like wildcats, and proving
troublesome at close quarters. There were some gayly-bedecked cavaliers
on horseback, but of them the seamen took but little account.
"All we've to do, lads, is to kill the steeds, and then your horsemen
become clumsy footmen," exclaimed Lizard as he saw them galloping up
over the sand-hills from the interior.
The Portugals, who, like wise men, seemed to be lovers of long shots,
began to fire towards the rock, not all together nor taking good aim,
but as each man thought he could hit an enemy without being hit himself.
The leaden bullets mostly flew high overhead, but a few came
spluttering against the rock to fall flattened into the crevices or to
roll down into the sand. Edward ordered his followers to keep under
cover, he alone watching the progress of their foes. On they came, the
showers of shots increasing in thickness, but being perfectly innocuous.
The nearer they got the higher the shot flew, so that no harm was done
except to the Portugals themselves by the bursting of some of their
fire-arms.
"Wait, lads, till they get close up to the rock, and then fire and knock
over the foremost dozen at the least," he cried out. "Maybe they won't
expect the warm reception we can give them."
Raymond, like a good officer, having made the utmost of his position and
taken every proper precaution to insure success, did his best to
encourage his men and to make them despise their enemies. Foolish and
ignorant officers neglect the necessary preparations and precautions,
and yet fancy that they are exhibiting their bravery by despising their
foes. This has ever been a great cause of defeat and disaster. There
was a pause. The Portugals had not the heart to make a rush forward,
and the English were unwilling to throw their precious shot away.
The Portugals were seen to halt, as if to hold a consultation. The
perfect quietness of the English alarmed them more than loud shouting
and noise would have done. They did not know what to make of it.
"Ha! ha! they've no stomach for the fight," whispered Dick, who had
popped up his head to see what was going forward. "They're just
thinking whether they 'll go back to their wives and families, or come
on and be shot. We'll teach them the wisest thing to do."
The pause was broken by the sound of a trumpet, and a cavalcade was seen
approaching from the direction of the castle. As it drew near, Edward
recognised by his dress and bearing Don Lobo at its head. An officer
was now seen to gallop forward towards what might be called the storming
party, but that they appeared to have no great inclination to storm.
His message seemed to expedite their movements, and with loud shouts and
a hotter fire they once more advanced. Finding also that the garrison
of the rock did not reply, their courage increased as did their shouts
and their speed, although it requires a stout heart to march towards an
enemy over heavy sand.
"They'll go back, an' I mistake not, faster than they are coming on,"
whispered Dick.
"Steady, my merry men," cried Raymond as the Portugals were crowding on
within a few paces of the rock.
Numbers had already begun to climb its slippery sides, pressing on each
other, the hinder ones urging on those in front, the rearmost feeling
their valour at the highest pitch, when Edward perceived that the time
for action had arrived.
"Now, lads, give it them!" he exclaimed, setting the example by firing
his piece, which was of the blunderbuss genus, rammed full of shot, and
knocking over three if not more of the stormers. The rest of the party
discharged their fire-arms at the same moment, lodging their contents in
the bodies of some score or more of their assailants. They, the most
part killed, with many who, though unhurt, were terribly alarmed,
tumbled back on their comrades in the rear, all rolling down the rock
together, and so thoroughly bedabbled with blood that it appeared as if
the whole party were desperately wounded. This damped the courage of
the rest. Some stood irresolute, others actually ran, and others
shouted to their comrades to go on, but did not themselves advance.
This enabled the English seamen to reload their fire-arms, and as it was
evident that the fight would be carried on at close quarters, each man
put as many shot into his piece as it would hold.
"Now we are ready once more for the Portugals! Hurrah, lads! give it
them again!" shouted Dick, while the enemy hesitated to advance.
Several fire-arms had been taken from the boats besides those of which
each man had possessed himself. These were also loaded and placed ready
for use. The spirits of the seamen rose as they saw the way in which
the first attack had been repulsed. Of the future they did not think.
Edward, on the contrary, could not help thinking of the result, and felt
that their lives must be sacrificed in the end, and that, as they had
resolved to sell them dear, the longer they fought was but adding to
their price. Still he kept his courage up and resolved to persevere to
the end. Still the enemy did not advance. The governor was seen in the
distance, and appeared to be furious at the hesitation of his men.
Message after message was sent to them to goad them on. The trumpets
sounded the charge, and with shouts and cries they once more advanced to
climb the rock. Again Edward allowed them to approach till the most
daring had got high enough to bring their breasts up to the muzzles of
the pieces.
"Fire, my merry men, fire!" he shouted.
The result was even more terrible than at first, and numbers of killed
and wounded men rolled back on their comrades, throwing their ranks once
more into confusion. This time, however, others attempted to come on,
but Edward, leaving two of his party to reload the fire-arms, led on the
rest armed with their quarter-staves, and leaping on the rock gave the
foe so unexpected a reception that they were driven helter-skelter back
and fairly put to flight. Edward restrained his men from firing a
volley after them, as ammunition was too precious to be thrown away.
This success gave them a short breathing-time. Raymond had little
hopes, however, of obtaining fair and honourable terms. Carrying off
their wounded, but leaving their dead under the rock, the Portugals
withdrew to a distance.
The Englishmen had time now to consider their position and what was to
be done. They were as unanimous as at first in determining to hold out
to the last gasp. Indeed, Edward reminded them that if they yielded
they would certainly be put to death. Without saying any thing, Dick
slipped from among the rest, and with a large knife in his hand rushed
into the water. He speedily returned with a large bunch of clams and
other shell-fish.
"Ha! ha! the Portugals will not starve us out as quickly as they think,"
he exclaimed triumphantly. "That's the reason, I take it, that they
hold back."
Probably Dick was right in his conjecture. There was no want of
driftwood under the rock, and, though raw shell-fish have often been
eaten, even seamen prefer them cooked. A fire was soon lighted, and all
the garrison were speedily employed in roasting the shell-fish. The
Portugals on seeing the smoke must have guessed its cause, for they were
soon again seen assembling to renew the attack. Edward saw that the
time had come when they must prepare to die like brave men, for he could
not hope to repulse another attack as successfully as he had done the
first. Often did the brave band wish they were on the deck of a stout
ship prepared to do battle on somewhat equal terms, with a prospect of
victory in the end, or at worst to go down with colours flying to find
their graves in the element they loved so well. Ever and anon, and
naturally enough, they turned a wistful gaze over the ocean, and a sail
was now descried in the horizon. The circumstance could scarcely give
rise to hope, and yet often and often, as men would do, they turned
their eyes in the same direction to watch her progress. She was,
however, not directly approaching the shore, for the land breeze yet
blew strongly off it, but she was standing along it close-hauled from
the southward.
"She is edging in for the land!" cried Dick Lizard. "She may be a
Portugal, or a Spaniard, or a Hollander; but oh, boys! she may--she may
be an honest Englishman, and bring us help at our great need."
"The Lord grant that so it may be!" said Edward, who, without
pretension, had true religious principles, and was not ashamed of his
feelings. "We are in his hands. Let us pray for protection, and he
will not desert us."
And then and there, on the sand and rocks, like sturdy believers as they
were, they knelt down, with their arms in their hands, and humbly poured
out their petition to Heaven for aid. Then they rose and looked out for
the enemy. The land wind, as has been said, was blowing, and the heat
was very great, especially on the sands, and the Portugals seemed rather
inclined to take their siesta than to fight with enemies whom they
believed they had got securely in a trap from which they could not
ultimately escape death or capture.
As the sun rose the wind died away, and the heat became almost
unbearable. Some of Edward's party declared that they should be roasted
alive, and that they felt themselves bubbling and hissing already.
"Never mind, lads, a plunge in the sea will soon cool us; and that's
what I propose we take to when our ammunition is all gone," cried Dick.
Even while he was talking, however, a ripple was seen to play over the
surface of the lagoon, and a faint breeze fanned their scorched cheeks.
"Hurrah, lads! here comes the honest sea wind," exclaimed Dick. "May it
blow us good luck!"
Stronger and stronger it blew, and now the strange ship was seen to be
rapidly approaching the land under all sail, having squared away her
yards before it. Had the Portugals been more wide awake they would have
long since seen her. They seemed, indeed, in no way disconcerted at her
appearance. After a time, the Portugal flag was seen flying at her
peak, and they were evidently prepared to welcome her as a friend. The
hopes of most of the party again sank low. Dick, however, constantly
kept his eye on the stranger, scanning her sails and rigging and lofty
hull. He had not much time to engage in this agreeable occupation
before Raymond called his men to their posts, for the enemy were seen
mustering in great numbers, probably ashamed that their countrymen
should find them kept at bay by a mere handful of foreigners. Don Lobo
himself rode forth from the castle with his staff of officers, and drums
beat, and trumpets brayed, and cymbals clashed as the troops rushed
forward to the assault. On they came.
"Steady as before, my brave men, and we'll beat them off again," cried
Edward.
Up the rock they climbed with fierce shouts and denunciations of
vengeance, but the same mistake was again committed as at first--the
bravest had been allowed to go first, the more cowardly following.
Again the little English band of heroes let fly their pieces, knocking
over the leaders, who, falling back, threw the rest into disorder. Some
struggled on, and the English quarter-staves again came into use.
Several of the English were, however, wounded by the pistols of the
Portugals. Raymond got a severe cut on his left arm, and a bullet went
through the brain of another man. Still the seamen struggled on, and
making a rush all together, drove the Portugals once more to the bottom
of the rock. Now, had the cowards led the way they would have
undoubtedly been killed by the volley of the English; but before the
latter could reload, the braver men would have been upon them, and would
probably have ended the unequal contest. As it was, so great was the
awe inspired by the English seamen's determined bravery, that it was
some time before the Portugals could be again brought up to the attack.
During the interval the stranger ship had approached as near the shore
as it was safe to venture, and had there cast anchor, just beyond the
range of the guns of the castle. Several boats were seen to be lowered
from her lofty sides. They were at once filled with men and pulled
towards the shore, under cover of the ship's guns. The ship had come to
an anchor while the fighting was going forward, and no sooner were the
enemy repulsed than Lizard turned his eyes towards the ocean to
ascertain what the stranger was about. He took a steady gaze at her,
and then giving a loud slap with his hand on his thigh, he exclaimed--
"The Lion, lads, the Lion! Hurrah! Old England for ever! Hurrah!"
His shouts made all his companions turn their eyes in the same
direction, and so absorbed were they in gazing at the stranger, that had
the enemy stormed at that moment the little English band would have been
cut to pieces. A second glance was not necessary to convince Edward
that the ship he saw was indeed the Lion herself.
The Portugals, it seemed by their movements, began to have some
suspicions of the character of the stranger, and of the object of the
boats in coming on shore. It made them still more eager to recapture
their former prisoners, and to retire to the fort. Doubly resolved,
however, were Raymond and his men to hold out till their countrymen
could come to their rescue. The boats were steering for a bay between
the rock and the castle. Again the Portugals began to assail the rock
with fierce cries of vengeance. The seamen shouted in return. Hotter
and hotter grew the fight; the eleven defenders of the rock stood boldly
at bay, hurling the Portugals down the rock, casting their pistols,
which they snatched from their hands, after them, and often bringing
their own quarter-staves into play. Still, from loss of blood and the
constant attacks of the enemy, their strength began to fail; even Edward
felt that nature would give way, when the stranger's boats reached the
beach. Each boat was full of men, who leaped on shore and formed in two
parties--one pushing towards the castle, the other, shouting "St. George
and Merry England!" towards the rock. On they came. There was no doubt
that they were friends. Some of the Portugals faced about to meet them;
but so furiously did the strangers charge, that, after exchanging
several blows, resulting in not a few cracked skulls, those who could
run took to their heels and fled. Edward, seeing this, charged down on
his assailants, driving them before him to the bottom of the rock, which
his friends at the same moment reached. The remainder of the enemy,
finding themselves between two fires, made no attempt at defence, but as
many as could escape ran off inland, the rest being cut to pieces or
made prisoners.
Hearty were the greetings as shipmates, long separated, clasped the
hands of shipmates--for the new-comers were the brave Lions. Raymond's
first inquiry was for Antony Waymouth.
"The captain is leading the other party," was the answer. "Our orders
are to push on to join him."
"Oh, let us go!" cried Edward, forgetting his wounds, fatigue, and every
thing, and eager only to join his friend.
On they went over the hot sands, not altogether unmolested; for the
Portugals fired at them from a distance, and here and there one of the
party was hit; but no one seemed to care for wounds--the Castle of San
Pedro, with the reputed riches of its savage governor, was to be their
prize. The two parties met under the walls. There was a short but
hearty greeting between Antony Waymouth and Edward Raymond.
"We have no lack of gold and jewels already aboard the Lion," exclaimed
the former; "but an' we become masters of what this castle holds we may
turn our bows homeward, and no longer go roaming the world around for
gold; that those who have lady-loves may wed and live like lords of the
land to the end of their days. Yet I tell thee, Ned, I am more glad to
see thee alive and hearty than if I had gained this fortress."
There was no time for Edward to tell his story. Waymouth assured him
that, had he suspected he was with the defenders of the rock, he should
have come in person to his assistance. Waymouth's party had landed with
some scaling-ladders and a small ram used for battering open gates. The
men were all eager to begin the attack. They had halted under shelter
of some rocks near the forts. With a loud cheer the men sprang forward
as the bugles sounded for the assault. Some placed the scaling-ladders
against the walls, and began to climb up with a celerity and activity
which only seamen can display; others bore on the battering-ram towards
one of the gates, which they battered with vigorous blows; while a third
party, armed with arquebuses and crossbows, shot bullets and bolts
towards the walls, bringing down all who appeared upon them.
Although, from so great a number of the Portugals having been put to
flight, the defenders were few, the walls were high and the gates
strong, and, to get into the castle was no easy matter. As to the gate,
the Portugals let the battering-ram do its worst without interfering,
while they united all their efforts in opposing the escaladers, who, as
they reached the summit of the ladders, again and again were hurled
down, some with broken heads and gashed shoulders and arms, and others
killed outright, though not a few were ready, as at first, to climb up
and renew the attack.
Waymouth and his officers exerted themselves gallantly, but discovered
that stone walls are hard things for men to knock their heads against,
and many began to fear that the exploit must be abandoned, when Edward,
who, in spite of his wound, had not been behindhand in exhibiting his
courage, recollected the gate out of which Donna Isabel had conducted
him the previous night, and the angle of the wall down which he had
slipped. Telling Waymouth what he proposed doing, he summoned Dick
Lizard and some of his companions in captivity, with a few other fresh
men, and, briefly explaining his plans, led them round close under the
walls on the sand where it was evidently generally washed by the sea.
The angle was reached, and by the rope which Edward had left hanging
over when making his escape he prepared to climb up, though each of his
men was eager to lead. Young Marston, who was the only midshipman of
the party, especially entreated that he might go.
"I'll be at the top in a moment, sir," he whispered. "I'll let you know
if there are any Portugals near, and if they tumble me over it will
matter nothing."
Edward, however, would allow no one to precede him. He grasped the
rope, and began his ascent. How different were his feelings from what
they had been when descending a few hours before! Marston followed
directly after him. Up he climbed, expecting every moment a Portugal's
head to appear over the parapet, and to see the rope cut above him. On
he went, though. The summit was reached, and throwing himself on it, he
drew his sword and stood ready to defend the spot till his men should
have likewise gained a footing. Marston was by his side in a moment.
When they looked around, not a Portugal was to be seen to stop their
progress. Forward they rushed accordingly, and got half way across the
open before they were discovered by one of the garrison. The man who
first saw them summoned others, and a pretty strong party was collected
to oppose them, who, rushing down, met them before they reached the gate
at which they were aiming. So furiously, however, did the seamen charge
the enemy, that they were driven back, cut down, or put to flight before
any one had time to shut the gate, which, as Edward had hoped might be
the case, was left open. A few rushed in before them, and a desperate
struggle ensued. In the end not a Portugal remained alive. The
passages resounded with the tramp of armed men, the clash of steel, the
reports of pistols, and the cries of the wounded, while clouds of smoke
rolled along them.
"On! on!" was the cry.
Dick Lizard happily knew the way to the principal gate.
"I'll tell you, Master Raymond, by and by how I came to know it," he
remarked. "It's all of the lady who helped us out."
On they went. It was every thing to reach the principal gate without
further opposition. As Edward had hoped, all the defenders were on the
ramparts. No one had remained inside the gate, which from its strength
it was supposed would withstand any attempt to batter it down. Dick was
not mistaken. The thundering of the battering-ram guided them also to
the spot. Passing under a broad archway, they found themselves just
within the great gate. The din of the battle outside had prevented
their approach being heard, while every one was too busy to observe
them. Bars and bolts innumerable guarded the gate. These Edward and
his followers began to withdraw, but they were so huge and rusty that it
was with difficulty they could be removed. While the seamen were still
labouring away, Raymond, turning his head, saw at the farther end of the
passage a number of men approaching. At their head he recognised Don
Lobo himself. With cries of vengeance, the governor led on his men.
The blood of the Lusitanian was up, and, cruel tyrant and extortioner as
he had been, when he found himself pushed to extremities, and his
enemies already within his stronghold, he resolved to drive them out or
die as became him in its defence. As the governor approached, Edward
and part of his company faced about to encounter him, while Dick Lizard
and the rest plied crowbars and hammers in beating back the huge bolts
which secured the gate. The battering-ram was all the time thundering
away outside. The object of Don Lobo was to destroy the daring band of
Englishmen who had got inside, and to replace the bolts before the ram
had forced the gate. Nobly Edward and his little party kept their
numerous foes, hard pressing on them, at bay. Don Lobo himself rushed
forward at length in desperation, and his blade crossed that of Edward.
"Ha, ha! I hate you, and you know the reason, vile Englishman!" he
exclaimed, as he made a lunge at his opponent's breast.