The Road to Paris: A Story of AdventureStephens, Robert Neilson
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The Road to Paris: A Story of Adventure
Stephens, Robert Neilson
Adventure stories; Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
He was, in time, vaguely aware of a hail from another vessel; of the
fact that this vessel loomed into close view; that his own boat lay to
alongside of it; that the two crews conversed in mixed French and
English; that sundry bales, kegs, ankers, and two or three barrels, were
lowered from the other vessel into the boat, and then that he was shaken
at the shoulder by his conductor, who said, "Come aboard the lugger,
lad, and make haste!"
Surprised but unquestioning, Dick staggered after the fisherman and
clambered from the boat's gunwale, with the crew's help, to the other
vessel. Just as the fisherman was about to follow, one of his sons gave
a low cry. The fisherman uttered a curse, and leaped to his rudder,
while the son who had called out seized a rope and began vigorously
making sail. At the same moment a man on the lugger instantly released
the line by which the Dover smack had been kept alongside, and there was
a general noise of ropes, blocks, and canvas, in quick movement. Before
Dick knew what was the matter the two vessels had parted company, and
the lights of a third appeared, from which came a sharp, mandatory hail.
This, being unanswered, was followed by a flash and a boom and a
splashing up of water,--the last in the wake of the boat from Dover.
That craft showing its heels in fine fashion, and Dick's vessel also
making speed, the former was soon out of sight. The revenue cutter, for
such was the intruder whose advent had caused the two smuggling vessels
to part so suddenly, chose to pursue the English boat, so that the
French lugger to which Dick had been transferred went its way
unhindered.
Dick turned with an inquiring look to the man who seemed in command of
the lugger. The latter, evidently supposing that Dick's solicitude was
in regard to the Dover smack, said in French, "Have no fear, my brother.
Your comrades will carry their fish safe home. Their King's vessels
waste time and powder chasing them. _Mon Dieu_, the bottom of the ocean
must be paved with the cannon-shot the revenue vessels have sent after
the night fishermen in vain!"
Dick, from his long association with the French teacher in Newgate,
could grasp the meaning of this speech after a few moments. He knew from
the words and manner that the Frenchman understood him to be on a good
understanding with the Dover fishermen, and would treat him as one who
deserved well of the vast fraternity of Channel smugglers. It was
comforting to know that his way had thus been made smooth by the Dover
man when the latter had bespoken Dick's passage, for the French smuggler
was as villainous-looking a rascal as Dick had seen in Newgate, and, had
Dick come to him without proper introduction, would doubtless have been
as ready with a hostile knife or belaying-pin as he now was with
deference and amiability. Dick found, without directly asking, that the
lugger was bound for Boulogne.
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