Day after day passed by, and no account could we gain of poor Captain
Stenning. It was very clear, also, that if we did, we should not be
able to obtain his liberation by force. At last one day the captain
sent for me.
"Williams," said he, "I have had news of one of the _Dolphin's_ people,
if not of Captain Stenning himself. I must myself go and see him, and I
want a companion in whom I have perfect confidence. As you are a
steady, sensible man, with good nerve, I shall be glad to take you with
me, if you are willing to accompany me. I should probably have taken
Poplar, but his figure is so conspicuous that he would have been
remarked."
I was much pleased with the way in which he spoke of me, and I told him
that I was ready to follow wherever he chose to lead the way.
"That is the spirit I expected to find in you," he replied.
"It is, however, right that you should understand that there is
considerable danger in the expedition; for if our errand was to be
discovered, we should certainly be sacrificed to the fury of the Moors."
"I've no fear about that, sir," said I. "A man cannot expect to be
always able to do what is right without running some risk and taking
some trouble."
Sidy that evening brought us off some Moorish clothes, in which the
captain and I rigged ourselves out. We certainly did look two funny
figures, I thought, as we turned ourselves round and round in them.
Sidy had not forgotten a couple of long knives, to which the captain
added a brace of pistols a piece. I was very glad it was dusk when we
left the ship, for I should not have liked my shipmates to have seen me
with my bare legs and slippers, and a dirty blanket over my head just
like an old Irishwoman.
A shore-boat was alongside--a sort of canoe turned up at both ends, and
flat-bottomed. An old Moor sat in her. Sidy had bribed him to put us
on shore, and to ask no questions. He told him that we were Moors, who
had had business on board the brig, and that we desired to land without
notice. He accordingly pulled to an unfrequented part of the harbour,
and we stepped on shore, as we believed, unnoticed. The captain and
Sidy led the way, I following in the character of a servant. Of course,
if spoken to, I was to be dumb. We passed along a narrow sandy road,
with low stone walls on either side skirting the town, till we arrived
at the entrance of a house of somewhat larger dimensions than those of
the neighbouring edifices. This, I found, was the residence of a German
renegade and a merchant, who had, by Sidy's means, been bribed to assist
us.
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