Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"I'll not hurry you, monsieur, but shall be very much grieved if you
will not give me your word, as I shall be under the painful necessity of
subjecting you to an indignity such as I would willingly avoid,"
observed the lieutenant.
I spent the time in considering what I would do, and finally came to the
conclusion that it would be useless to refuse the freedom offered me,
as, were I handcuffed and imprisoned below, I could not assist my two
faithful men, or make any attempt to recover the brig.
I therefore said, with as good a grace as I could command, "I accept
your offer, Monsieur La Touche."
"You must give your word to this gentleman, who is my superior officer,"
said La Touche, turning to the supposed sick man.
I said nothing; but I had a shrewd suspicion that he had remained on
board for the purpose of carrying out the plan which had been so
completely successful. I felt, however, very much downcast, and very
foolish at being outwitted, and indignant at the treacherous conduct of
my own men. Yet what more could I have expected from Hoolan and his
associates?
"Monsieur, I promise not to interfere with the discipline of the brig,
provided I am allowed to retain my liberty," I at length said,
addressing the lieutenant.
"That is well," he replied. "I would advise you to lie down again and
finish your sleep. You will be in better heart to-morrow to bear your
misfortune, and we wish to return the courtesy which we have received at
your hands. It is the fortune of war, and we have acted fairly."
I was not so clear about that, but there was no use in complaining, so I
at once threw myself into the berth, and in a minute was in happy
forgetfulness of all that had occurred.
Next morning, when I went on deck, I found the brig was steering to the
north-west. How different I felt to the day before; then I was in
command, now I was a prisoner. As I cast my eye along the deck, I
caught sight of Hoolan and the other mutineers. He scowled at me
maliciously, but did not approach, and the others continued the work on
which they were engaged. La Touche had charge of the deck. I had my
misgivings as to how it had fared with Larry and Nash.
I turned to the French midshipman, and said--
"I should like to see my people who did not mutiny. Where are they?"
"Two are in the hold, and the one who was at the wheel was struck down
and killed with an axe, and is overboard. It was a case of necessity,
and the fortune of war."
I made no answer, for I was too indignant to speak. At last I said--
"Will you give me permission to go down and see my poor men? It will be
a consolation to them to know that I am safe, for one who is my
foster-brother is much attached to me, and the other is a faithful
fellow."
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