“But little, my Lady; for the reason he knew but little about himself.
So we gave the matter over altogether; I, and Guinea, and the Captain,
and all of us, turning-to to educate the boy. He got his seamanship of
the black and myself, and mayhap some little of his manners also; and
his navigation and Latin of the Captain, who proved his friend till
such a time as he was able to take care of himself, and, for that
matter, some years afterwards.”
“And how long did Mr Wilder continue in a King’s ship?” asked the
Rover, in a careless and apparently indifferent manner.
“Long enough to learn all that is taught there, your Honour,” was the
evasive reply.
“He came to be an officer, I suppose?”
“If he didn’t, the King had the worst of the bargain.—But what is this
I see hereaway, atween the backstay and the vang? It looks like a sail;
or is it only a gull flapping his wings before he rises?”
“Sail, ho!” called the look-out from the mast head. “Sail, ho!” was
echoed from a top and from the deck; the glittering though distant
object having struck a dozen vigilant eyes at the same instant. The
Rover was compelled to lend his attention to a summons so often
repeated; and Fid profited by the circumstance to quit the poop, with
the hurry of one who was not sorry for the interruption. Then the
governess arose too, and, thoughtful and melancholy she sought the
privacy of her cabin.
Chapter XXV.
“Their preparation is to-day by sea.”
_Anthony and Cleopatra._
“Sail, ho!” in the little frequented sea in which the “Rover” lay, was
a cry that quickened every dull pulsation in the bosoms of her crew.
Many weeks had now, according to their method of calculation, been
entirely lost in the visionary and profitless plans of their chief.
They were not of a temper to reason on the fatality which had forced
the Bristol trader from their toils; it was enough, for their rough
natures, that the rich spoil had escaped them. Without examining for
the causes of this loss, as has been already seen, they had been but
too well disposed to visit their disappointment on the head of the
innocent officer who was charged with the care of a vessel that they
already considered a prize. Here, then, was at length an opportunity to
repair their loss. The stranger was about to encounter them in a part
of the ocean where succour was nearly hopeless, and where time might be
afforded to profit, to the utmost, by any success that the freebooters
should obtain. Every man in the ship seemed sensible of these
advantages; and, as the words sounded from mast to yard, and from yard
to deck, they were taken up in cheerful echos from fifty mouths, which
repeated the cry, until it was heard issuing from the inmost recesses
of the vessel.
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