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CHAPTER
IX THE MAN WITH THE BELT OF GOLD More than a week went by, in which
the ill-luck that
had hitherto pursued the Covenant upon this voyage grew yet more
strongly
marked. Some days
she made a little
way; others, she was driven actually back.
At last we were beaten so far to the south that we
tossed and tacked to
and fro the whole of the ninth day, within sight of Cape Wrath and the
wild,
rocky coast on either hand of it.
There
followed on that a council of the officers, and some decision which I
did not
rightly understand, seeing only the result: that we had made a fair
wind of a
foul one and were running south.
The tenth afternoon there was a
falling swell and a
thick, wet, white fog that hid one end of the brig from the other.
All afternoon, when I went on deck, I saw men and
officers listening hard
over the bulwarks — "for breakers," they said; and though I did not
so much as understand the word, I felt danger in the air, and was
excited.
Maybe about ten at night, I was
serving Mr. Riach and
the captain at their supper, when the ship struck something with a
great sound,
and we heard voices singing out. My
two masters leaped to their feet.
"She's struck!" said Mr. Riach.
"No, sir," said the captain.
"We've only run a boat down."
And they hurried out. The captain was in the right of it.
We had run down a boat in the fog, and she had
parted in the midst and
gone to the bottom with all her crew but one.
This man (as I heard afterwards) had been sitting in
the stern as a
passenger, while the rest were on the benches rowing.
At the moment of the blow, the stern had been thrown
into the air, and
the man (having his hands free, and for all he was encumbered with a
frieze
overcoat that came below his knees) had leaped up and caught hold of
the brig's
bowsprit. It showed he had luck and much agility and unusual strength,
that he
should have thus saved himself from such a pass.
And yet, when the captain brought him into the
round-house, and I set
eyes on him for the first time, he looked as cool as I did.
He was smallish in stature, but
well set and as
nimble as a goat; his face was of a good open expression, but sunburnt
very
dark, and heavily freckled and pitted with the small-pox; his eyes were
unusually light and had a kind of dancing madness in them, that was
both
engaging and alarming; and when he took off his great-coat, he laid a
pair of
fine silver-mounted pistols on the table, and I saw that he was belted
with a
great sword. His
manners, besides,
were elegant, and he pledged the captain handsomely.
Altogether I thought of him, at the first sight,
that here
was a man I would rather call my friend than my enemy.
The captain, too, was taking his
observations, but
rather of the man's clothes than his person.
And to be sure, as soon as he had taken off the
great-coat, he showed
forth mighty fine for the round-house of a merchant brig: having a hat
with
feathers, a red waistcoat, breeches of black plush, and a blue coat
with silver
buttons and handsome silver lace; costly clothes, though somewhat
spoiled with
the fog and being slept in.
"I'm vexed, sir, about the boat,"
says the
captain. "There are some pretty men gone to
the
bottom," said the stranger, "that I would rather see on the dry land
again than half a score of boats."
"Friends of yours?" said Hoseason.
"You have none such friends in your
country," was the reply. "They would have died for me like dogs."
"Well, sir," said the captain,
still
watching him, "there are more men in the world than boats to put them
in." "And that's true, too," cried the
other,
"and ye seem to be a gentleman of great penetration."
"I have been in France, sir," says
the
captain, so that it was plain he meant more by the words than showed
upon the
face of them. "Well, sir," says the other, "and
so
has many a pretty man, for the matter of that."
"No doubt, sir" says the captain,
"and
fine coats." "Oho!" says the stranger, "is that
how
the wind sets?" And he laid his hand quickly on his pistols.
"Don't be hasty," said the captain.
"Don't do a mischief before ye see the need of it.
Ye've a French soldier's coat upon your back and a
Scotch tongue in your
head, to be sure; but so has many an honest fellow in these days, and I
dare say
none the worse of it." "So?" said the gentleman in the
fine coat:
"are ye of the honest party?" (meaning, Was he a Jacobite? for each
side, in these sort of civil broils, takes the name of honesty for its
own).
"Why, sir," replied the captain, "I
am
a true-blue Protestant, and I thank God for it."
(It was the first word of any religion I had ever
heard from him, but I
learnt afterwards he was a great church-goer while on shore.)
"But, for all that," says he, "I can be sorry to see
another man with his back to the wall."
"Can ye so, indeed?" asked the
Jacobite.
"Well, sir, to be quite plain with ye, I am one of
those honest
gentlemen that were in trouble about the years forty-five and six; and
(to be
still quite plain with ye) if I got into the hands of any of the
red-coated
gentry, it's like it would go hard with me.
Now, sir, I was for France; and there was a French
ship cruising here to
pick me up; but she gave us the go-by in the fog — as I wish from the
heart
that ye had done yoursel'! And the best that I can say is this: If ye
can set me
ashore where I was going, I have that upon me will reward you highly
for your
trouble." "In France?" says the captain.
"No, sir; that I cannot do.
But
where ye come from — we might talk of that."
And then, unhappily, he observed me
standing in my
corner, and packed me off to the galley to get supper for the gentleman.
I lost no time, I promise you; and when I came back
into the round-house,
I found the gentleman had taken a money-belt from about his waist, and
poured
out a guinea or two upon the table. The captain was looking at the
guineas, and
then at the belt, and then at the gentleman's face; and I thought he
seemed
excited. "Half of it," he cried, "and I'm
your
man!" The other swept back the guineas
into the belt, and
put it on again under his waistcoat.
"I
have told ye" sir" said he, "that not one doit of it belongs to
me. It belongs to
my
chieftain," and here he touched his hat, "and while I would be but a
silly messenger to grudge some of it that the rest might come safe, I
should
show myself a hound indeed if I bought my own carcase any too dear.
Thirty guineas on the sea-side, or sixty if ye set
me on the Linnhe Loch.
Take it, if ye will; if not, ye can do your worst." "Ay," said Hoseason.
"And if I give ye over to the soldiers?"
"Ye would make a fool's bargain,"
said the
other. "My chief,
let me tell
you, sir, is forfeited, like every honest man in Scotland. His estate is in the hands
of the man they call King George;
and it is his officers that collect the rents, or try to collect them.
But for the honour of Scotland, the poor tenant
bodies take a thought
upon their chief lying in exile; and this money is a part of that very
rent for
which King George is looking. Now,
sir, ye seem to me to be a man that understands things: bring this
money within
the reach of Government, and how much of it'll come to you?"
"Little enough, to be sure," said
Hoseason;
and then, "if they, knew" he added, drily.
"But I think, if I was to try, that I could hold my
tongue about
it." "Ah, but I'll begowk[12]
ye there!" cried the gentleman. "Play
me false, and I'll play you cunning.
If
a hand is laid upon me, they shall ken what money it is." "Well," returned the captain, "what
must be must. Sixty
guineas, and
done. Here's my
hand upon it."
"And here's mine," said the other.
And thereupon the captain went out
(rather hurriedly,
I thought), and left me alone in the round-house with the stranger.
At that period (so soon after the
forty-five) there
were many exiled gentlemen coming back at the peril of their lives,
either to
see their friends or to collect a little money; and as for the Highland
chiefs
that had been forfeited, it was a common matter of talk how their
tenants would
stint themselves to send them money, and their clansmen outface the
soldiery to
get it in, and run the gauntlet of our great navy to carry it across.
All this I had, of course, heard tell of; and now I
had a man under my
eyes whose life was forfeit on all these counts and upon one more, for
he was
not only a rebel and a smuggler of rents, but had taken service with
King Louis
of France. And as
if all this were
not enough, he had a belt full of golden guineas round his loins.
Whatever my opinions, I could not look on such a man
without a lively
interest. "And so you're a Jacobite?" said I,
as I
set meat before him. "Ay," said he, beginning to eat.
"And you, by your long face, should be a Whig?"[13]
"Betwixt and between," said I, not
to annoy
him; for indeed I was as good a Whig as Mr. Campbell could make me.
"And that's naething," said he.
"But I'm saying, Mr. Betwixt-and-Between," he added,
"this
bottle of yours is dry; and it's hard if I'm to pay sixty guineas and
be grudged
a dram upon the back of it."
"I'll go and ask for the key," said
I, and
stepped on deck. The fog was as close as ever, but
the swell almost
down. They had laid
the brig to,
not knowing precisely where they were, and the wind (what little there
was of
it) not serving well for their true course.
Some of the hands were still hearkening for
breakers; but the captain and
the two officers were in the waist with their heads together.
It struck me (I don't know why) that they were after
no good; and the
first word I heard, as I drew softly near, more than confirmed me.
It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if
upon a sudden
thought: "Couldn't we wile him out of the round-house?"
"He's better where he is," returned
Hoseason; "he hasn't room to use his sword."
"Well, that's true," said Riach;
"but
he's hard to come at." "Hut!" said Hoseason.
"We can get the man in talk, one upon each side, and
pin him by the
two arms; or if that'll not hold, sir, we can make a run by both the
doors and
get him under hand before he has the time to draw"
At this hearing, I was seized with
both fear and
anger at these treacherous, greedy, bloody men that I sailed with.
My first mind was to run away; my second was bolder.
"Captain," said I, "the gentleman
is
seeking a dram, and the bottle's out.
Will
you give me the key?" They all started and turned about.
"Why, here's our chance to get the
firearms!" Riach cried; and then to me: "Hark
ye,
David," he said, "do ye ken where the pistols are?"
"Ay, ay," put in Hoseason.
"David kens; David's a good lad.
Ye see, David my man, yon wild Hielandman is a
danger to the ship,
besides being a rank foe to King George, God bless him!"
I had never been so be-Davided
since I came on board:
but I said Yes, as if all I heard were quite natural.
"The trouble is," resumed the
captain,
"that all our firelocks, great and little, are in the round-house under
this man's nose; likewise the powder.
Now,
if I, or one of the officers, was to go in and take them, he would fall
to
thinking. But a lad
like you,
David, might snap up a horn and a pistol or two without remark.
And if ye can do it cleverly, I'll bear it in mind
when it'll be good for
you to have friends; and that's when we come to Carolina."
Here Mr. Riach whispered him a
little.
"Very right, sir," said the
captain; and
then to myself: "And see here, David, yon man has a beltful of gold,
and I
give you my word that you shall have your fingers in it."
I told him I would do as he wished,
though indeed I
had scarce breath to speak with; and upon that he gave me the key of
the spirit
locker, and I began to go slowly back to the round-house. What was I to
do? They
were dogs and thieves; they had stolen me from my own country; they had
killed
poor Ransome; and was I to hold the candle to another murder? But then,
upon the
other hand, there was the fear of death very plain before me; for what
could a
boy and a man, if they were as brave as lions, against a whole ship's
company?
I was still arguing it back and
forth, and getting no
great clearness, when I came into the round-house and saw the Jacobite
eating
his supper under the lamp; and at that my mind was made up all in a
moment.
I have no credit by it; it was by no choice of mine,
but as if by
compulsion, that I walked right up to the table and put my hand on his
shoulder.
"Do ye want to be killed?" said I.
He sprang to his feet, and looked a question at me
as clear as if he had
spoken. "O!" cried I, "they're all
murderers
here; it's a ship full of them! They've murdered a boy already.
Now it's you."
"Ay, ay" said he; "but they have
n't
got me yet." And
then
looking at me curiously, "Will ye stand with me?"
"That will I!" said I.
"I am no thief, nor yet murderer.
I'll stand by you."
"Why, then," said he, "what's your
name?" "David Balfour," said I; and then,
thinking
that a man with so fine a coat must like fine people, I added for the
first
time, "of Shaws." It never occurred to him to doubt
me, for a
Highlander is used to see great gentlefolk in great poverty; but as he
had no
estate of his own, my words nettled a very childish vanity he had.
"My name is Stewart," he said,
drawing
himself up. "Alan
Breck, they
call me. A king's
name is good
enough for me, though I bear it plain and have the name of no
farm-midden to
clap to the hind-end of it."
And having administered this
rebuke, as though it
were something of a chief importance, he turned to examine our defences.
The round-house was built very
strong, to support the
breaching of the seas. Of
its five
apertures, only the skylight and the two doors were large enough for
the passage
of a man. The
doors, besides, could
be drawn close: they were of stout oak, and ran in grooves, and were
fitted with
hooks to keep them either shut or open, as the need arose.
The one that was already shut I secured in this
fashion; but when I was
proceeding to slide to the other, Alan stopped me.
"David," said he — "for I cannae
bring to mind the name of your landed estate, and so will make so bold
as to
call you David — that door, being open, is the best part of my
defences."
"It would be yet better shut," says
I.
"Not so, David," says he.
"Ye see, I have but one face; but so long as that
door is open and
my face to it, the best part of my enemies will be in front of me,
where I would
aye wish to find them."
Then he gave me from the rack a
cutlass (of which
there were a few besides the firearms), choosing it with great care,
shaking his
head and saying he had never in all his life seen poorer weapons; and
next he
set me down to the table with a powder-horn, a bag of bullets and all
the
pistols, which he bade me charge.
"And that will be better work, let
me tell
you," said he, "for a gentleman of decent birth, than scraping plates
and raxing[14] drams to a wheen tarry sailors." Thereupon he stood up in the midst
with his face to
the door, and drawing his great sword, made trial of the room he had to
wield it
in. "I must stick to the point," he
said,
shaking his head; "and that's a pity, too.
It doesn't set my genius, which is all for the upper
guard.
And, now" said he, "do you keep on charging the
pistols, and
give heed to me." I told him I would listen closely.
My chest was tight, my mouth dry, the light dark to
my eyes; the thought
of the numbers that were soon to leap in upon us kept my heart in a
flutter: and
the sea, which I heard washing round the brig, and where I thought my
dead body
would be cast ere morning, ran in my mind strangely.
"First of all," said he, "how many
are
against us?" I reckoned them up; and such was
the hurry of my
mind, I had to cast the numbers twice.
"Fifteen,"
said I. Alan whistled.
"Well,"
said he, "that can't be cured. And
now follow me. It
is my part to keep this door, where I look for the main
battle. In that, ye
have no hand.
And mind and dinnae fire to this side unless they
get me down; for I
would rather have ten foes in front of me than one friend like you
cracking
pistols at my back." I told him, indeed I was no great
shot.
"And that, s very bravely said," he
cried,
in a great admiration of my candour.
"There's
many a pretty gentleman that wouldnae dare to say it."
"But then, sir" said I, "there is
the
door behind you" which they may perhaps break in."
"Ay," said he, "and that is a part
of
your work. No
sooner the pistols
charged, than ye must climb up into yon bed where ye're handy at the
window; and
if they lift hand, against the door, ye're to shoot.
But that's not all.
Let's
make a bit of a soldier of ye, David.
What
else have ye to guard?"
"There's the skylight," said I.
"But indeed, Mr. Stewart, I would need to have eyes
upon both sides
to keep the two of them; for when my face is at the one, my back is to
the
other." "And that's very true," said Alan.
"But have ye no ears to your head?"
"To be sure!" cried I.
"I must hear the bursting of the glass!"
"Ye have some rudiments of sense," said Alan, grimly. ______________________
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