Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'There is a letter in which he advises me of so many rebels
consigned to me in order to be sold. Some among them, he says, were
captains and officers in Monmouth's army, and some are of good
family, among whom he especially names Robin and Humphrey Challis.
But there is not a word about ransom.'
'Sir,' I said, knowing nothing as yet of Alice and her money, 'two
hundred guineas have been paid to Mr. Penne by the Rev. Philip
Boscorel, Rector of Bradford Orcas, in the county of Somerset, for
our ransom.'
'Nothing is said of this,' he replied gravely. 'Plainly, gentlemen,
without despatches from Mr. Penne I cannot act for you. You have
a letter; it is written by that gentleman; it is addressed to Mr.
Polwhele; it says nothing about Barbadoes, and would serve for
Jamaica or Virginia. So great a sum as two hundred guineas cannot
have been forgotten. I exhort you, therefore, to patience until
other letters arrive. Why, two hundred guineas would have gone far
to redeem you all three, and to maintain you for a great while.
Gentlemen, I am grieved for you, because there is for the present no
help for it, but that you must go with the planter who hath bought
you, and obey his orders. I will, however, send to Mr. Penne an
account of this charge, and I would advise that you lose no time in
writing to your friends at home.'
'Heart up, lad!' cried Barnaby, for I turned faint upon this
terrible discovery, and would have fallen, but he held me up.
'Patience; our turn will come.'
'Write that letter,' said the merchant again. 'Write that letter
quickly, so that it may go with the next vessel. Otherwise the work
is hard and the heat is great.' So he turned and left us.
'Courage, man!' said Barnaby. 'To every dog his day. If now for
five minutes only I could have my thumb on Mr. Penne's windpipe
and my fingers round his neck! And I thought to spend the evening
joyfully at Mother Rosemary's! Courage, lad! I have seen already,'
he whispered, 'a dozen boats in the bay, any one of which will serve
our turn.'
But Robin paid no heed, whatever happened. He stood up when his
name was called, and was sold without showing any emotion. When we
found that we had been tricked he seemed as if he neither heard nor
regarded.
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