The Three LieutenantsKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Three Lieutenants
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Officers -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
"`On no account,' answered the colonel, `it would be useless, and you
would only be exposing yourself to insult.'
"Speaking very low, so that he could not be overheard, he told her to
get one of the midshipmen to escape if possible to the British Consul,
as he would be better able than any one else to help him.
"As soon as we landed we were marched up together to the prison, the
young lady being compelled to walk with the midshipmen and me alongside
her; the colonel and skippers followed, and then came the crew, while
the people rushed out of their houses and gathered in the streets to
stare at us, some shouting and abusing us, and calling us pirates and
all sorts of names in their lingo. I didn't care what they said, but
walked along with my head upright, looking on every side as if I was
there for my own pleasure.
"The prison was a dirty tumbled-down-looking sort of a place, and says
I, `I hope they are not going to put the young lady in there;' but they
were, though they allowed her a room to herself, with one close to it
for the midshipmen and me. I was allowed to be with them, because they
said I was their attendant and that they required my services, though
not exactly as the Spaniard fancied. The colonel, though they saw he
was a thorough gentleman, was thrust in with the skippers and the crew
into a low dirty room paved with stone, with stout iron bars to the
small windows. There were already a score or more of rough-looking
ruffians in it; this we saw as we passed by before we were taken to our
own room in an upper story. As many as could get to the windows, which
looked out into the street, hung out old caps or baskets at the end of
sticks, to receive money or food which the people outside might give
them. The window of our room was strongly barred, and so was that of
Miss O'Regan; but there was a door between the two, which we found we
could open, and so she and the young gentlemen were able to consult what
to do. The furniture of our room hadn't much to boast of. Our beds
were only heaps of straw, with bits of sacking on the top; there was no
table, and only some rough benches to sit on. Miss O'Regan was very
little better off. She had a sort of bed and chair, and a heap of straw
for Polly; but after a time the gaoler's wife, I suppose she was,
brought her a basin of water and a few other things; but that was all
the Spaniards' boasted politeness made them think of providing her. She
tried to interest the old woman to see if anything could be done for the
colonel; but the dame said that it was as much as her place was worth to
interfere, and she couldn't say a word to give the young lady any hope
that he would be better treated.
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