WHAT BECAME OF THE WRECKERS' LIGHT--HOW I ESCAPED AND ENTERED PENNINGTON
An hour later a number of men were in the kitchen of Cap'n Jack's house,
and from the way they talked I knew they meant that the vessel which
they had been watching should that night be destroyed. Never until then
did I realise the utter heartlessness of the gang. They seemed to care
nothing for the lives of those on the ship which they had decided to
wreck. In their lust for gain nothing was sacred to them. As far as I
could gather, their plan was that I should lead Cap'n Jack's horse along
the edge of the cliffs with a lantern fastened to its neck. This to a
ship at sea would seem like the light of another ship. The false light
would thus lead the captain to steer his vessel straight upon the rocks.
Outside was a wild, high sea, the clouds overhead were black as ink, and
not a star appeared, thus the doomed vessel would be at the mercy of the
wreckers. It was Cap'n Jack's plan to have his men in readiness to seize
upon all the valuables of the ship, and that the crew should be drowned.
They had made out that the vessel was bound for Falmouth, but that in
the blackness of the night the crew would lose their whereabouts, and
would eagerly steer toward what they would believe to be the light of
another vessel.
Why I had been chosen to show the false light I knew not, except that
such a deed, by exposing me to the vigilance of the Preventive men,
would bind me more securely. They did not seem to think that I should
fail in doing this. As Cap'n Jack had said, to fail to obey the commands
of the gang meant an untimely death, while to try and escape would bring
upon me the same punishment.
Every man was well primed with brandy, and Cap'n Jack saw that while
each one had enough to excite him to wild deeds, no man was allowed to
drink to such a degree that he became in any way incapacitated for the
work before him.
During the conversation, however, I noticed that Israel Barnicoat spoke
no word. Instead, he kept his eyes upon me. When the conference was
ended, however, and all their plans, which I have barely hinted at,
because in my ignorance and excitement I could only dimly understand
them, Israel spoke aloud.
"Cap'n," he said; "the Squire have never done a job like this afore,
he'll need somebody weth un."
"We ca'ant spare more'n one man for sich a job," was the response.
"It'll need another, I tell 'ee," replied Israel.
"Then thee c'n kip un company," was Cap'n Jack's reply.
"Oal right," cried Israel, but he kept his eyes away from me as he
spoke.
"Tell 'ee where we'll begin," continued Israel, still looking away from
me. "We'll take old Smiler right to the Lizard, jist off Carligga Rocks,
we'll kip on cloase by Polpeor, an' on to Bumble. I reckon by that time
she'll be on the rocks. You c'n board 'er there, ef needs be, and we'll
mit you in the saicret caave in Honsel Cove."
"Iss, that'll do very well, sonny," was Cap'n Jack's reply. "By coose we
mayn't git 'er afore she do git to the Devil's Fryin' Pan or Cadwith,
and ef you fail theer, you must git to Black Head as fast as yer legs
can car'ee. But kip away from Ruan Minor, Israel, my sonny. The
Preventive men be strong there."
"Trust me," laughed Israel.
Cap'n Jack went out and looked seaward, anxiously. "You must start in a
'our or a 'our and haalf, Israel, my sonny, and the rest of us must git
doun to the Cove to once," he said, when he came back.
"Oal right, Cap'n," replied Israel, "I jist want to go and spaik to
mauther, while the Squire do git the oull mare ready."
I went out as he spoke, and then acting on sudden impulse, determined to
follow him. A minute later I was glad I had done so, for I saw that he
was going away from his mother's house. He hurried rapidly along the
Helston road until he came to a little beer-house, or as the folks
called it a kiddleywink, which he entered. When I had arrived at the
door of this kiddleywink, I was at a loss what to do, neither could I
make out why he had come here. I had barely time to think, however,
before Israel came out again, and I saw that he was accompanied by a
Preventive man.
"I've got a job for 'ee," said Israel.
"What?"
"A chap showin' a false light to-night."
"But I'd arranged weth the Cap'n to kip away, an' to kip our chaps
away."
"Never mind that. I c'n maake et wuth yer while."
"Well, what es et?"
"Be jist off The Stags at twelve o'clock to-night. A young fella will be
laidin' an ould gray mare."
"But wot about the Cap'n?"
"I tell 'ee 't'll be for your good. You do as I tell 'ee, Ellic, or,
well, you'll knaw what!"
"But et'll spoil yer plans!"
"Never mind. Look 'ere--" Then he talked earnestly in low tones so that
I could not hear. Evidently, however, he satisfied the officer, for I
heard him say, "Clain off. A reglar feather in my cap, and the Cap'n
wa'ant knaw."
When Israel returned to Cap'n Jack's house I had the mare all ready.
"We'll go stright to Carn Barrow," he said, shortly.
"That wasn't Cap'n Jack's plan," was my reply.
"Look 'ere, Squire, I'm to work this. You'm new to this work. I tell 'ee
we must git to the Devil's Fryin' Pan by ten o'clock, and then git back
to The Stags 'bout twelve."
"Very well," I replied, "I'm ready."
"'Tes a good two mile by road to the Fryin' Pan," he remarked. "And 'tes
oppen downs nearly oal the way to The Stags." He seemed to think a
minute, then he said, "No, we wa'ant go so far as that, we'll jist go to
Bumble Rock, and then kip on the top by Poltream Cove. That'll taake us
oal our time."
He led the horse and I carried the lantern, which he said should not be
lit until we came to Bumble Rock, which stands by a gully in the
headland, where the seas roar with a terrible noise as they break upon
the coast.
Not a word was spoken as we went along in the darkness. As well as I
could I kept watch on him, for I knew he hated me. He was jealous of me
for several reasons. For one thing, since I had come, Tamsin Truscott
had ceased to notice him, and for another, he was no longer regarded as
the strongest man in the gang. For years he had been proud of this, and
now the men laughed at him because I was able to play with both him and
his brother. Perhaps the wrestling match at which I had mastered him so
easily had more to do with his enmity than the fact that Tamsin no
longer smiled on him. For his pride in his strength was greater than his
love.
As I have said, it was a wild dark night. A great sea hurled itself on
the coast, although ordinarily it could not be called dangerous. As we
drew near the rocks, however, we could hear the waves roaring like a
thousand angry beasts. Bumble Rock rose up like a great giant, and
seemed to laugh at the black waves which it churned into foam. The rocks
which we could dimly see, for our eyes had become used to the darkness,
seemed like the teeth of a hideous monster, which would cruelly tear any
ship that the waves should dash upon them. The thought of the vessel,
evidently bound for Falmouth Harbour, being lured to destruction, with
all hands on board, was horrible to me, and at that moment a great anger
rose in my heart toward the gang among whom I had lived for two months.
Hitherto, however, my hands had been unstained by crime, and I
determined that for the future, even although I should be hunted down by
the men into whose hands I had fallen, I would escape from them that
night.
"I've got the tinder and the flint and steel," remarked Israel, "we must
git to a lew plaace an' light the candle. Come over 'ere. Ther's a
'ollow behind the rocks, it'll do zackly."
I followed him without a word until we reached a spot that was sheltered
from the sea, although we could still hear the waves surging and
moaning, while flecks of foam often beat upon our faces.
Perhaps there is no more lonely place on God's earth than this. That
night the genius of desolation seemed to reign, while the roaring sea
told me of mad spirits playing with the angry waters. In the dim light I
could see the long line of foam, while above the dark cliffs loomed;
landward nothing was visible, save a suggestion of the outline of the
hills.
"'Tes a gashly night and this es a gashly job to be done," said Israel.
"By agor, 'ow the waaves do roar," he continued, after a minute.
"Yes, 'tis a wild night," I responded, and as if in confirmation of my
words, a great wave broke on Bumble Rock with a mighty roar, while a
shower of spray and flecks of foam fell upon us.
"Well, 'tes as lew 'ere as we can git it anywhere," he said; "ther now,
you hould the lantern while I strick the light."
"No," I replied.
"Wot do 'ee main?" he queried.
"Simply this," I answered; "no false light shall shine on this cliff
to-night." As I spoke I took the lantern and threw it over the cliffs.
Then I sprang upon him and caught his hands in mine.
"Look you, Israel Barnicoat," I said, "I know what your plans are. I
followed you as you went to the Preventive man to-night; but it is no
use. The wreckers' light will not shine to-night, neither will I be off
The Stags at twelve o'clock."
He struggled to be free, but I held him tight.
"You'll suffer for this," he screamed; "when Cap'n Jack knaws you'll
die."
"I must take chance of that," I said. Then I threw him heavily on the
sward. Taking some cord from my pocket, with which I had provided myself
before starting, I bound his hands securely behind him. Then I bound his
legs.
"Wot be 'ee goin' to do weth me now?" he shrieked.
"Nothing more."
"But you bean't goin' to laive me lie 'ere oal night, be 'ee? Why, I
sh'll die ov the cowld."
"No, you won't," I said; "as you mentioned, this is a lew place, and you
are not one who will die so easily. You may be a bit cramped by the
morning, and perhaps you may get a twinge of rheumatics, but that'll be
all. Besides, it's far better for you to suffer a bit than that yon
vessel shall be wrecked. Now I'll leave you to your sins; I'm off."
"Off where?"
"Off where you'll never see me again. You'll have company to-night,
perhaps. It's said that Peter Crowle's ghost comes here on windy nights.
I wish you pleasant company."
"Oh, doan't 'ee go," he screamed; "I'm 'fraid of sperrits, I be. Let me
free, Squire, 'n I'll never tell where you'm gone; I'll zay you'm
drowned, or tumbled ovver the cleffs or anything, onnly do cut the
ropes, and lev me be free."
"No," I said; "while you are here Cap'n Jack will think the false
lights are showing, and perhaps the vessel will be safe. As for the
spirits, you are the strongest, bravest man in the gang, and, of course,
you are not afraid of spirits."
"But you bean't agoin' to take th'oull mare?"
"Yes; Smiler will come with me. Good luck to you, Israel Barnicoat."
I sprang upon Smiler's back and rode away, leaving him in the sheltered
hollow. The night was cold and threatened rain, but I was sure that,
hardy and used to exposure as he was, he would not be hurt. When morning
came he would be searched for and found. Of course he would tell his
story to Cap'n Jack, but by that time I hoped to be out of harm's way.
At first I rode slowly, especially until I got to Ruan Major. Arrived
there, however, and having struck into the road over Goonhilly Downs, I
went faster. I felt strangely happy, for it seemed as though a weight
were rolled from my shoulders. Once more I was a free man, and I
imagined that for some hours I should not be pursued. Besides, all the
time I had been with Cap'n Jack's gang I felt that I was doing what was
unworthy of a Pennington, and worse still, what was unworthy of my love
for Naomi. But more than all, a wild scheme had come into my mind; I
would that night go to Pennington and try to see Naomi. The thought
acted upon me like some strange elixir; to hear Naomi's voice, to feel
her hand in mine, were a joy beyond all words. How I was to do this I
did not know; what difficulties I should meet I did not consider. The
thought that I should see her was enough for me, and I shouted for very
joy. The hour was not yet late, and I calculated that by hard riding I
could get to Pennington by midnight. Thus at the very hour when Israel
Barnicoat had planned for me to be taken by the Preventive men, I hoped
to be speaking to my love.
In looking back I can see that my hopes were very unreasonable. How
could I get Naomi to speak to me? At best she could only regard me as a
landless outcast, whom she had once seen pilloried in Falmouth town and
pelted by hooting boys. It is true I had told her my story in Granfer
Fraddam's Cave, and she had shown a desire to shield me from Richard
Tresidder, but she must probably have forgotten all about it. Besides,
if she had not forgotten me, she would think me either dead or far away.
The letter which I had written at Cap'n Jack's dictation would tell her
that I was in his power. During my two months' stay at Kynance Cove, I
had asked Cap'n Jack concerning Granfer Fraddam's Cave, but he always
evaded my questions, and I did not know whether she had received the
letter I had written.
At the same time my heart beat high with hope, and I was happy. For a
true love, even although difficulties beset it, is always beautiful and
joyous. As I rode along through the night, even the wild winds sang love
songs to me, while I could see the light of Naomi's eyes shining in the
darkness, revealing her face to me, pure and beautiful.
I am told that my days of romance are over, that I have reached that
stage in life when the foolishness of young lovers is impossible to me.
And yet even now I cannot see a boy and a maid together without my heart
beating faster; for there is nothing more beautiful on God's green earth
than the love of lovers, and I know that when a lad feels a girl's first
kisses on his lips, he lives in heaven, if he loves her as I loved
Naomi. There are those, even in this parish, who sneer at the bliss of
boy and girl sweethearts, but I, who remember the night when I rode from
Bumble Rock to Pennington, cannot sneer; nay, rather, the tears start to
my eyes, and I find myself fighting my battles again and dreaming of
love, even as I dreamed then.
Smiler was a better steed than I had hoped. Saddle I had none, nor
bridle, but the halter which had been placed on her head was sufficient
for me to guide her. Moreover, I had been used to horses all my life,
and felt as much at ease on a horse's back as on my feet. Thus it came
about that before midnight I had reached the parish of St. Eve, and was
making my way toward Pennington. When within sight of the house,
however, I was in a dilemma, and never until then did I realise how
difficult was the task I had set myself. The whole family was a-bed, at
least I imagined so, neither did I know the part of the house where
Naomi Penryn was. Most likely, too, dogs would be prowling around, and I
did not wish to place myself in the power of Richard Tresidder or his
son Nick. At the same time I vowed that I would see Naomi, even though I
waited there until morning.
So, tying Smiler to a tree, I crept quietly up to the house and looked
anxiously around. At first all seemed to be in darkness, but presently I
saw a light shining from one of the windows in the back part of the
house. Wondering what it might mean, I went toward it and looked through
the window. A blind had been drawn, but it did not fit the window well,
and there was an inch of glass between the window-frame and the blind
that was not covered. At first I could only see the room in a blurred
sort of way, for the leaded panes of glass were small, but presently I
saw more clearly. The room into which I looked was the kitchen, and by
the table sat a man and a woman. The man was Ikey Trethewy, whom I had
last seen in Granfer Fraddam's Cave, and who had promised to take my
letter to Naomi; the woman was the Pennington cook. The latter was a
sour and rather hard-featured woman of forty years of age. It had been a
joke of the parish that Tryphena Rowse never had a sweetheart in her
life, that she was too ugly, too cross-tempered. It was also rumoured,
however, that this was not Tryphena's fault, and that her great desire
was to get married and settle down. I soon saw that Ikey Trethewy was
there as Tryphena's sweetheart. The table was covered with tempting
eatables, of which Ikey partook freely, stopping between sups of ale and
mouthfuls of chicken pie to salute the object of his affections. I saw,
too, that these attentions were by no means disagreeable to the cook,
although she gave Ikey several admonitory taps. It was evident, too,
that Ikey's visit was clandestine. I knew that, except on special
occasions, it was the rule for Pennington doors to be closed at ten
o'clock, while it was now past midnight. Probably Ikey, who had the
reputation of being a woman-hater, did not care for his courtship to be
known, for I knew that he did not like being laughed at or joked in any
way.
I had not waited long when Ikey began to make preparations for his
departure, while Tryphena seemed to be trying to persuade him to stay a
little longer. No sound reached me, however, and I imagined that all
their conversation was carried on in whispers for fear the noise thereof
might reach the master or mistress of the establishment. He succeeded at
length, however, in breaking away from the embraces of the fair cook,
while two huge dogs which lay by the kitchen fire watched them solemnly.
Presently the door opened, and Ikey and Tryphena stood together outside.
They were quite close to me, so that I could hear their every word.
"You wa'ant be long afore you come again, Ikey?" asked Tryphena.
"Not long, my buty. P'raps you c'n git a bit a pigin pie next time."
"That I will, Ikey. But doan't 'ee think, Ikey, 'tes time for 'ee to be
puttin' in th' baans? We've bin a-courtin' like this now for more'n vive
yer."
"Well, tha's nothin', Tryphena. Jim Jory ded court Mary Hicks thirteen
yer afore they wur spliced."
"Iss; but I ca'ant kip comp'ny weth 'ee like other maids. An' ted'n
vitty fur we to be mittin' every week like this 'ere."
"Well, Tryphena, my buty, you do knaw I do love 'ee deerly. An' you be a
clain off cook, too. I niver taasted sich a vowl pie in my life, ther
now. An' yer zay 't shell be a pigin pie next week."
"Iss, Ikey; but 'twud be purty to 'ave a 'ome of our oan."
"Mawther wa'ant 'eer of et it, nor Cap'n Jack nuther. 'Nother yer or
two, Tryphena, and then I'll go to the passen. Ther, I mus' be goin'."
Another sounding kiss, and Ikey crept away very quietly, while Tryphena
began to put away the supper things. In a minute my mind was made up. I
had heard enough to settle me on my plan of action. I thought I saw the
means whereby I could see Naomi.
I waited until Tryphena had cleared away the remains of Ikey's repast,
and was evidently preparing to go to her room, and then I gave the
kitchen door a slight knock, and, imitating Ikey's voice as well as I
could, I said, "Tryphena, my buty, laive me in a minait."
She came and opened the door quickly.
"'Ave 'ee forgot summin', Ikey, deear?" she said; and then before she
recognised me I slipped in.
The dogs rose up with a low, suppressed growl, as though they were in
doubt what to do; but Tryphena, who was as anxious as I that the
household might not be disturbed, quieted them.
"Maaster Jasper Pennington!" she gasped as she looked into my face.
"That's right, Tryphena," I said. "Sit down, I want to talk with you,
and I want you to do something for me."
"No, I mustn't, I daren't. They do oal hate 'ee 'ere, Maaster Jasper. Ef
they wos to knaw you was 'ere, I dunnaw wot wud 'appen."
For a moment a great bitterness came into my heart, for I remembered
that this was the first time I had ever entered the home of my fathers.
And it galled me beyond measure that I should have to enter at midnight
at the kitchen door like a servant who came courting the servant maids.
I quickly realised my position, however, and acted accordingly.
"Yes, you must do what I ask you, Tryphena," I said.
"I tell 'ee I ca'ant."
"Then Ikey Trethewy will be in the hands of the Preventive men by
to-morrow," I replied, "and Richard Tresidder will know that a man has
come to his house for years at midnight on the sly."
I did not want to frighten the poor woman, but it had to be done. I
saw, too, that I had said sufficient to make Tryphena afraid to thwart
me.
"What do 'ee want me to do?" she asked.
"I suppose no one can hear us?" I said.
"No, oal the family, 'ciptin' Miss Naomi, do slaip in another paart ov
the 'ouse."
I listened intently, but could hear no sound; evidently all the family
was asleep.
"You remember about two months ago that Ikey brought a letter to Miss
Naomi Penryn?" I said.
"Iss."
"Well, I wrote that letter."
"I knaw; Ikey tould me."
"Well, I want to see Miss Naomi."
"When?"
"To-night. I want you to go to her room now, and tell her that I want to
see her."