Great Britain -- History -- George III, 1760-1820 -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction
would be certainly caught if they did so, rushed down-stairs and joined
in the fray which was going forward in the public room. Some were armed
with bludgeons, others with fire-irons; some seized chairs and benches,
and various other articles of Sally's furniture. She, to do her
justice, with her female attendants, fought as heroically as her guests,
in a vain endeavour to secure their personal safety.
Harry had slept through the first part of the combat, but at length the
fearful uproar aroused him. He started to his feet, not knowing where
he was or what had happened. The room was almost in total darkness, for
the lights had instantly been extinguished, and only here and there fell
the glare of the men-of-war's men's lanterns as they held them up in the
hopes of distinguishing friends from foes. Harry seized Jacob's bundle
with one hand, and the stick with which he had carried it in the other,
and attempted to defend himself from the blows which were dealt freely
round. He thought he distinguished Jacob's voice not far from him, and
he made his way up to his friend. At that instant, however, a further
party of the press-gang arriving, the seamen were completely
overpowered. In vain Sally and her attendants fought on, in the hopes
of enabling some of their friends to escape. Every outlet was too
strictly guarded. The officer and many of the men composing the
press-gang probably knew the house as well as its inmates, and had taken
their measures accordingly.
In the course of a few minutes, although some heads had received pretty
hard cracks, yet no blood was spilt, every man in the house, with the
exception of old Tony Hoggart, was in the power of the press-gang. It
was a most successful haul. Upwards of thirty prime seamen had been
captured, Jacob and Harry among them. Not till the fight was over did
old Tony find his way down-stairs, at the foot of which he stood with a
light in his hand, his red nightcap set on one side of his bullet head,
his trousers held up by one suspender, his stockingless feet in shoes
down at heel, while from his blear eyes he glared out on the intruders
into his abode. As if at length aware of what had occurred, he
commenced a series of his vituperative remarks, which increased in
vehemence as he proceeded, his curses and oaths being first directed
towards the head of the officer in command of the party and his men, the
captain of the ship, and the navy in general coming in for their share.
"We're in for it, Harry," said Jacob; "keep up your courage, however; if
we put a good face on the matter, we shan't be so much worse off than if
we had volunteered. We can tell the first-lieutenant when he examines
us to-morrow morning that we intended to do so. I'll just learn what
ship we have been taken for."
Jacob made the inquiry of the seaman who had charge of him.
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