Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Then he opened up to me the whole business of our escape.
'Last Saturday night,' he said, 'while you were sleeping, I made
my way to the port, and, having a shilling or so left, I sought
out a tavern. There is one hard by the Bridge, a house-of-call for
sailors, where I had the good fortune to find a fellow who can do
for us all we want--if his money hold out, which I doubt. He is a
carver by trade, and a convict, like ourselves; but is permitted
by his master to work at his trade in the town. He hath been, it
is true, branded in the hand; but, Lord! what signifies that? He
was once a thief--well--he is now an honest lad again, who asks for
nothing but to get home again. John Nuthall is his name.'
'Go on, Barnaby. We are already in such good company that another
rogue or two matters little.'
'This man came here secretly last night, while you were in the
sick-house. He is very hot upon getting away. And because I am
a sailor and can navigate a craft (which he cannot do) he will
take with him not only myself, but also all my party. Now listen,
Humphrey. He hath bought a boat of a Guinea man in the harbour; and
because, to prevent the escape of servants, every boat is licensed
and her owner has to give security to the Governor's officers, he
hath taken this boat secretly up a little creek of which he knows,
and hath there sunk her three feet deep. The masts, the sails, the
oars, and the other gear he hath also safely bestowed in a secret
place. But we cannot sail without water, provisions, nor without
a compass at least. If our party is to consist of Sister, Robin,
you, John Nuthall, and myself--five in all--we shall have to load
the boat with provisions, and I must have a compass. I looked for a
boatful with ourselves and John Nuthall. Now we have Sis as well;
and the boat is but small. Where shall we get provisions? and where
shall we lay our hands upon the money to buy what we want?'
He could talk of nothing else, because his mind was full of his
plan. Yet it seemed to me a most desperate enterprise, thus to
launch a small boat upon the wide ocean, and in this cockle-shell to
brave the waves which are often fatal to the tallest ships.
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