Great Britain -- History -- George III, 1760-1820 -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction
Harry thanked the guard for his kind intentions, and begged that he
would keep his ammunition for another object. As the coach moved along,
during the day, Harry could not help looking out in the expectation of
seeing a horseman in pursuit, sent by his uncle to bring him back.
Again and again he cursed his folly and his weakness, for having yielded
to the temptations thrown in his way by Silas Sleech. As the evening
closed in, the heavily laden vehicle reached the end of its journey. It
was the same inn at which he had stopped more than once with his
grandmother, and the landlord recognised him. He had, therefore, no
difficulty in obtaining a horse, by which he might proceed at a more
rapid rate to Lynderton. He desired to be called before daylight, that
he might start with the first streaks of dawn. What object was to be
gained by his going to Lynderton? There was one person there, who he
knew would, at all events, believe him innocent. He wished to tell
Mabel of the trouble into which he had been plunged; to confess his
folly, and to entreat her, whatever she might hear, not to think too ill
of him. He would release her from her engagement, for what right had
he, a penniless outcast, with his character blasted, still to hope to
unite himself to one so lovely and pure, and the heiress of a good
fortune. His heart might break in the struggle. He should never cease
to love her, but free she must be. Before noon next day he was
galloping along a green glade in the New Forest. He saw before him a
horseman mounted on a stout cob proceeding at a leisurely pace. He was
about to dart past the stranger, when turning round he caught a glimpse
of features which he remembered well. They were those of Captain
Falwasser, or rather of Captain Rochard. Supposing that he was not
recognised he was going to pass on, when the captain hailed him.
"Harry Tryon, my lad, where are you going so fast? Is it your usual
custom thus to cut old friends?"
Harry pulled up; an idea struck him.
"No, indeed," he answered, "but I am afraid my old friends will cut me.
Captain Falwasser, I am an unfortunate man. I am in great difficulties;
I need not tell you what they are. I ask you, will you let me join your
vessel as one of the crew, if you still command her? I care not where I
go, but I want to leave England. I should be ready to start with you
to-morrow, or the next day at the very furthest."
"You seem in a desperate hurry to take a plunge into something, Harry,"
answered Captain Falwasser.
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