The Captain looked upon him angrily for a moment. "I am rightly served
for taking man or boy out of the canting hulks that lag on the water.
Did ye ever chance to hear such a sound on board the ship Providence as
'Silence, and obey orders?' Let not your walk, youngster, extend beyond
that point, from which, at daybreak, you can catch a view of the court
tree, where, if ancient habits are not all put off, there will be
revelries ere long: the old church at Minster will be also within your
sight, while the sea between us and the Essex coast, and for miles along
the Northern ocean, can scarcely bear a sail that your young eyes will
not distinguish. Watch as if your life--as if a thousand lives hung upon
the caution of a moment; and remember, while the blue light revolves,
which you now see in the vessel's bow, all things abroad go on well. You
also know the pass-word for our friends, and the reception for our
enemies. If you should be at all afraid, three loud notes on your
whistle will summon Jeromio, and a single flash of your pistol will
bring the long-boat off, and into the creek in five minutes. You can
then tumble down the devil's rope-ladder, as you call it, and send the
less timid Italian to keep watch till my return--you understand me." So
saying he strode onwards, leaving the youth, who had not yet passed
eighteen summers, to his discontented solitude and ill-temper.
"Understand you! I wonder who does, ever did, or ever will; perched up
here like a sea-mew, and not having touched land for five weeks! 'Beyond
that point!' I'll be even with him, for I wo'n't walk to that point:
I'll just stay in the one spot." With this resolution, he flung himself
upon a bank of early wild thyme, that filled the air with its
refreshing odour. Long after his master was out of sight, he continued
pulling up tufts of the perfumed herb, and flinging them over the cliff.
"Now, by my faith," he mentally exclaimed, "I have a mind to pelt that
Jeromio with some of these clay lumps: he is enjoying a sound nap down
there, like an overgrown seal, as he is; and I am everlastingly taunted
with Jeromio! Jeromio! Jeromio! at every hand's turn. Here goes, to
rouse his slumbers." He drew himself gradually forward, and raised his
hand to fling a fragment of stone at his fellow-seaman: the arm was
seized in its uplifted position, by a figure enveloped in a dark cloak,
that, muffled closely round the face, and surmounted by a slouched hat,
worn at the time by both Cavalier and Roundhead, effectually concealed
the person from recognition. He held the youth in so iron a grasp, that
motion was almost impossible; and while the moon came forth and shone
upon them in all her majesty, the two who contended beneath her light
might have been aptly compared, in their strength and weakness, to the
mighty eagle overcoming the feeble leveret.
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