The ship by which Mr Collinson and his companions had been rescued was
the _Poisson Volant_, a privateer fitted out at Port a Petre, in
Dominique. She had had a long run of ill-luck, so the surgeon told him,
and this had put her officers in very bad humour. The dark, stout man
was her captain, of whom the surgeon seemed to stand greatly in awe.
"He would make no scruple of shooting any one through the head who
offends him, and as I have no fancy to be treated in that way, I
purpose, if I can once get on shore, to leave the ship."
This was not very pleasant information; but Mr Collinson hoped to be
able to escape giving the tyrant any cause of offence. Bill Sunnyside
was very hungry, as were his companions, when they fell asleep. He kept
dreaming about feasts, and then at length he thought he was once more at
home, and that his mother had got a capital supper ready for him, and
that she and his brothers and sisters were collected round the table,
and he thought that he himself was, somehow or other, kept out of the
room. The smell of the sausages, however, came through a chink in the
door, and made him feel still more hungry. He could not open the door,
and he could not cry out to ask any one to let him in. Still, there
they all sat, with the sausages bubbling away on the table, and the
kettle hissing on the hearth, and a large loaf of bread and a big pat of
butter, all ready, waiting to be eaten. At length he made a run, and
resolved to burst open the door, when he heard old Grim sing out, and he
found that he had, somehow or other, tumbled over him. His nostrils
were at the same time assailed with savoury odours, and he saw men
coming from the galley-fire with pans and dishes from which wreaths of
steam were ascending. The mess-tables were quickly spread, and the men
began their dinners. Bill and his companions watched them for some
minutes, and could then stand it no longer, but getting up, they came to
the nearest mess-table, pointing to their mouths. The Frenchmen
laughed, and then invited them to join them.
"It was the smell of their dinner made me dream," thought Bill, as he
thankfully accepted the dish of soup and meat which was handed to him.
Never had he eaten a more delicious mess; hunger, indeed, increased its
flavour, and he did his best to show the Frenchmen the satisfaction it
afforded him. They seemed much amused when he held out his bowl for
more. Of course, Bill could not understand what was said, as none
appeared to speak English. When dinner was over, Bill and his
companions were allowed to lie down again out of the way, on the
hammocks, and were once more quickly asleep. They woke up again at
supper-time, when Bill felt himself perfectly ready for another meal.
The next day, however, the Frenchmen looked somewhat sulkily at them,
and some hard biscuit and water was given them for breakfast; while at
dinner, instead of being invited to the messes, a bowl of soup was
placed before them, from which, by signs, they understood they were to
help themselves. The next day their bedding was taken away, and they
found that they had only the hard deck to lie upon. Grimshaw, as may be
supposed, grumbled greatly.
"We must bear it, however," said Bill. "The voyage will come to an end
before long; then, I suppose, if the English have got hold of any
Frenchmen, these people will be glad to give us up, and get them back
instead. I wonder how Mr Collinson is getting on? I hope they don't
treat him as they do us."
Although Grimshaw grumbled, he could not help acknowledging that they
were all gaining health and strength, with the rest they were enjoying;
and in the course of three days they were so much better, that they
could manage to crawl on deck. The wind had been very light, so they
had made but little progress. As they were able to get into a shady
place, the fresh air revived them. Bill looked aft, anxiously looking
for Mr Collinson, but he did not appear. When he attempted to go aft
himself, one of the seamen made signs to him that he was to remain where
he was. The ship was running some three or four knots only through the
water, with all sail set.
"I say, Tommy," said Bill to his companion, "there's another chance of
our escaping a French prison. What do you think if the _Lilly_, or some
other ship of war, was to fall in with us? That would be a happy
thing."
"I don't know," answered Tommy. "Perhaps they would cut our throats and
throw us overboard, just in revenge. They look as if they were up to
anything of that sort."
"No no, Tommy! Don't be cast down. I would run the risk of that, for,
rough as they are, I don't think they would do anything as bad as that."
At length the town of Point a Petre, in the island of Dominique,
appeared in sight. All this time they had not seen Mr Collinson, nor
had they been able to hear anything about him. When the ship came to an
anchor, they were ordered below. After some time they were called on
deck, and they then saw that a French boat with six soldiers was
alongside.
"You Englishmen, get into that boat!" shouted the mulatto captain.
They of course obeyed. As soon as they were in her, they saw Mr
Collinson, who had just then come up on deck, look over the side.
"Glad, sir, to see that no harm has happened to you," shouted Jack. "We
hope you are coming with us."
"I believe I am, my men; and thanks to you for your kind wishes,"
answered Mr Collinson, who just then turned round to shake hands with
the surgeon. Directly afterwards, he came down the side into the boat.
As soon as they landed, they were taken up before a military officer,
who cross-questioned them, by means of an interpreter, addressing Mr
Collinson directly in French.
"You are to be sent into the interior," said the interpreter, "and you
will there remain, till the war is concluded."
Their examination being over, they were taken away by the guards who had
them in charge. Mr Collinson had, fortunately, his purse in his pocket
with a few gold pieces.
"Now, my men," he said, "I wish to lay this out to the best advantage of
us all. If I spend it in clothing, which we all very much want, we
shall have nothing to buy food. I will, therefore, reserve it for an
emergency."
The lieutenant, however, supplied the party with hats, which they very
much wanted. Though shoes would have been pleasant, they could still do
without them. Their clothes were, as may be supposed, in a sadly
tattered condition. To obtain new ones, was out of the question. Their
guards, however, allowed them to go to the barber's, where, their hair
being cut, they looked a little less like Robinson Crusoes than they had
hitherto done. They were then marched to the prison, and were all shut
up in a room, with no greater indulgence shown to Mr Collinson than to
them.
"It's a great shame!" exclaimed Jack Windy, "to treat our officer in
this way. It's all very right and proper for us, but they ought to show
more respect, that they ought."
"Never mind, my lad," said Mr Collinson. "I thank you for your good
feeling, and more faithful, kind fellows I could not wish to be cast
among."
Next day the gaoler came in, and told them they were to prepare for a
journey, and in a short time they were brought out of prison, at the
door of which they found four mules waiting to carry them, with a guard
of black soldiers.
"You speak French?" said a man, addressing the first lieutenant. "Tell
your people, then, that each of the men is to mount a mule, while one
will serve for the two boys. You take the other."
The animals were far from gaily caparisoned, straw packs on their backs
serving the place of saddles. The boys quickly climbed up to the back
of their beast, while the lieutenant and the two men mounted theirs.
"Forward!" was the word given, and they moved on, the black soldiers,
grinning and gabbling negro French, running by their sides. They were
soon out of the town, and proceeding along a dusty road, with
coffee-plantations on either side, no trees remaining to shelter them
from the sun. At length, however, they got into a wilder part of the
country, where the dense tropical vegetation occasionally afforded them
shade. After some miles, they came in sight of a large country house.
Hot, thirsty, and weary, they turned their eyes towards it, wishing that
some of the inmates might have the charity to invite them to stop and
rest.
"If you will tell me what to say, sir, I will go and ask," said Bill,
"if the guards will let me."
Mr Collinson advised him simply to point to his mouth, and to make
signs that he was very weary. The guards, who were entertaining,
perhaps, the same ideas as their prisoners, without difficulty let Bill
go off, while they drew up in the shade near the house. In a short time
Bill returned.
"It's all right, sir," he said. "There was a tall young lady came out,
and she looked so kindly at me when I spoke; and when I pointed to you
all here, she made signs that we were to come up to the house."
Mr Collinson, on this, explained to the guards what the boy said, and
the whole party proceeded to the wide steps which led up to the
entrance-door, under a deep verandah. The young lady was there. Mr
Collinson took off his hat, and explained in his best French who they
were.
"Oh!" she said, "my father will be at home presently, and he, I am sure,
will gladly afford you any assistance in his power."
On this they all dismounted, the black soldiers taking the mules round
to the stables by the side of the house, allowing their prisoners to
follow the young lady into the interior. She led them into a large airy
room, covered with fine matting, the only furniture consisting of
several cane sofas and chairs, and a long table down the centre. She
then clapped her hands, and a negro servant appeared.
"He will attend on you," she said, "while I go and see that a meal is
prepared for you. My father will, I hope, soon return, and will, I am
sure, be glad to afford you every assistance in his power."
The negro looked at Mr Collinson with a somewhat doubtful air, but the
few fragments of gold lace remaining on his coat showed him that he was
an officer.
"Would monsieur like to refresh himself?" he asked. "A bath is at his
service, and, pardon me, monsieur, perhaps a fresh suit of clothes would
be pleasant in which to sit down to dinner."
"Indeed, thank you," answered Mr Collinson, "but I must beg you at the
same time to look after my people. We all have gone through many
hardships, and I dare say they will enjoy a bath and some clean clothes
as much as I shall."
"Yes, yes! I will look after them," answered the negro, in French; not
very good French, by-the-by, but Mr Collinson understood it. "I must,
however, obey my young mistress first, and attend to you; so, if
monsieur pleases, come along."
Saying this, the negro led the way out into a garden, where was a
building with a marble bath, through which the water ran from a copious
stream. Leaving the lieutenant, he soon returned with a supply of light
clothing, such as is usually worn in that climate. The lieutenant could
not help feeling, when he returned into the dining-room, that he was far
more presentable than he had been before. On looking out of the window,
he saw Jack and Grimshaw with the two boys, coming along laughing
heartily, dressed in negro costume of shirt and trousers. Considering
the heat of the weather, their clothing was ample. Though it had not a
nautical cut, any one looking at them would easily have discovered that
they were British seamen, as they rolled along in their usual
happy-go-lucky style.