‘But you have no arms,’ said Mr. Hautaine.

  ‘The smugglers never resist now,’ observed Stewart.

  ‘Then you are going on a very gallant expedition indeed,’ observed Cecilia Ossulton; ‘I wish you joy.’

  But Lord B. was too much excited to pay attention. They shoved off, and pulled towards the smuggler.

  At this time the revenue boats were about five miles astern of the Happy-go-lucky, and the yacht about three-quarters of a mile from her in the offing. Pickersgill had, of course, observed the motions of the yacht; had seen her wear on chase, hoist her ensign and pendant, and fire her gun.

  ‘Well,’ said he, ‘this is the blackest ingratitude: to be attacked by the very people whom we smuggle for! I only wish she may come up with us; and, let her attempt to interfere, she shall rue the day. I don’t much like this, though.’

  As we before observed, it fell nearly calm, and the revenue boats were in chase. Pickersgill watched them as they came up.

  ‘What shall we do?’ said Corbett, ‘get the boat out?’

  ‘Yes,’ replied Pickersgill, ‘we will get the boat out, and have the goods in her all ready; but we can pull faster than they do, in the first place; and, in the next, they will be pretty well tired before they come up to us. We are fresh, and shall soon walk away from them; so I shall not leave the vessel till they are within half a mile. We must sink the ankers, that they may not seize the vessel, for it is not worth while taking them with us. Pass them along, ready to run them over the bows, that they may not see us and swear to it. But we have a good half-hour and more.’

  ‘Ay, and you may hold all fast if you choose,’ said Morrison, ‘although it’s better to be on the right side and get ready; otherwise, before half an hour, I’ll swear that we are out of their sight. Look there,’ said he, pointing to the eastward at a heavy bank, ‘it’s coming right down upon us, as I said it would.’

  ‘True enough; but still there is no saying which will come first, Morrison, the boats or the fog; so we must be prepared.’

  ‘Hilloa! what’s this? why, there’s a boat coming from the yacht!’

  Pickersgill took out his glass.

  ‘Yes, and the yacht’s own boat, with the name painted on her bows. Well, let them come — we will have no ceremony in resisting them; they are not in the Act of Parliament, and must take the consequences. We have nought to fear. Get stretchers, my lads, and handspikes; they row six oars, and are three in the stern-sheets: they must be good men if they take us.’

  In a few minutes Lord B. was close to the smuggler.

  ‘Boat ahoy! what do you want?’

  ‘Surrender in the king’s name.’

  ‘To what, and to whom, and what are we to surrender? We are an English vessel coasting along shore.’

  ‘Pull on board, my lads,’ cried Stewart; ‘I am a king’s officer: we know her.’

  The boat darted alongside, and Stewart and Lord B., followed by the men, jumped on the deck.

  ‘Well, gentlemen, what do you want?’ said Pickersgill.

  ‘We seize you! you are a smuggler — there’s no denying it: look at the casks of spirits stretched along the deck.’

  ‘We never said that we were not smugglers,’ replied Pickersgill; ‘but what is that to you? You are not a king’s ship, or employed by the revenue.’

  ‘No; but we carry a pendant, and it is our duty to protect the laws.’

  ‘And who are you?’ said Pickersgill.

  ‘I am Lord B.’

  ‘Well, gentlemen, what do you want?’ said Pickersgill.

  ‘Then, my lord, allow me to say that you would do much better to attend to the framing of laws, and leave people of less consequence, like those astern of me, to execute them. “Mind your own business” is an old adage. We shall not hurt you, my lord, as you have only employed words, but we shall put it out of your power to hurt us. Come aft, my lads. Now, my lord, resistance is useless; we are double your numbers, and you have caught a Tartar.’

  Lord B. and Mr. Stewart perceived that they were in an awkward predicament.

  ‘You may do what you please,’ observed Mr. Stewart, ‘but the revenue boats are coming up, recollect.’

  ‘Look you, sir, do you see the revenue cutter?’ said Pickersgill.

  Stewart looked in that direction, and saw that she was hidden in the fog.

  ‘In five minutes, sir, the boats will be out of sight also, and so will your vessel; we have nothing to fear from them.’

  ‘Indeed, my lord, we had better return,’ said Mr. Stewart, who perceived that Pickersgill was right.

  ‘I beg your pardon, you will not go on board your yacht so soon as you expect. Take the oars out of the boat, my lads, two or three of you, and throw in a couple of our paddles for them to reach the shore with. The rest of you knock down the first man who offers to resist. You are not aware, perhaps, my lord, that you have attempted piracy on the high seas?’

  Stewart looked at Lord B. It was true enough. The men of the yacht could offer no resistance; the oars were taken out of the boat and the men put in again.

  ‘My lord,’ said Pickersgill, ‘your boat is manned, do me the favour to step into it; and you, sir, do the same. I should be sorry to lay my hands upon a peer of the realm, or a king’s officer even on half-pay.’

  Remonstrance was vain; his lordship was led to the boat by two of the smugglers, and Stewart followed.

  ‘I will leave your oars, my lord, at the Weymouth Custom-house, and I trust this will be a lesson to you in future to “mind your own business.”’

  The boat was shoved off from the sloop by the smugglers, and was soon lost sight of in the fog, which had now covered the revenue boats as well as the yacht, at the same time it brought down a breeze from the eastward.

  ‘Haul to the wind, Morrison,’ said Pickersgill, ‘we will stand out to get rid of the boats; if they pull on they will take it for granted that we shall run into the bay, as will the revenue cutter.’

  Pickersgill and Corbett were in conversation abaft for a short time, when the former desired the course to be altered two points.

  ‘Keep silence all of you, my lads, and let me know if you hear a gun or a bell from the yacht,’ said Pickersgill.

  ‘There is a gun, sir, close to us,’ said one of the men; ‘the sound was right ahead.’

  ‘That will do, keep her as she goes. Aft here, my lads; we cannot run our cargo in the bay, for the cutter has been seen to chase us, and they will all be on the look-out at the Preventive stations for us on shore. Now, my lads, I have made up my mind that, as these yacht gentlemen have thought proper to interfere, I will take possession of the yacht for a few days. We shall then outsail everything, go where we like unsuspected, and land our cargo with ease. I shall run alongside of her — she can have but few hands on board; and mind, do not hurt anybody, but be civil and obey my orders. Morrison, you and your four men and the boy will remain on board as before, and take the vessel to Cherbourg, where we will join you.’

  In a short time another gun was fired from the yacht.

  Those on board, particularly the ladies, were alarmed; the fog was very thick, and they could not distinguish the length of the vessel. They had seen the boat board, but had not seen her turned adrift without oars, as the fog came on just at that time. The yacht was left with only three seamen on board, and should it come on bad weather, they were in an awkward predicament. Mr. Hautaine had taken the command, and ordered the guns to be fired that the boat might be enabled to find them. The fourth gun was loading, when they perceived the smuggler’s cutter close to them looming through the fog.

  ‘Here they are,’ cried the seamen; ‘and they have brought the prize along with them! Three cheers for the Arrow!’

  ‘Hilloa! you’ll be on board of us!’ cried Hautaine.

  ‘That’s exactly what I intended to be, sir,’ replied Pickersgill, jumping on the quarter-deck, followed by his men.

  ‘Who the devil are you?’

  ‘That’s exactly the same question that I asked Lord B. when he boarded us,’ replied Pickersgill, taking off his hat to the ladies.

  ‘Well, but what business have you here?’

  ‘Exactly the same question which I put to Lord B.,’ replied Pickersgill.

  ‘Where is Lord B., sir?’ said Cecilia Ossulton, going up to the smuggler; ‘is he safe?’

  ‘Yes, madam, he is safe; at least he is in his boat with all his men, and unhurt; but you must excuse me if I request you and the other ladies to go down below while I speak to these gentlemen. Be under no alarm, miss, you will receive neither insult nor ill-treatment — I have only taken possession of this vessel for the present.’

  ‘Take possession,’ cried Hautaine, ‘of a yacht?’

  ‘Yes, sir, since the owner of the yacht thought proper to attempt to take possession of me. I always thought that yachts were pleasure vessels, sailing about for amusement, respected themselves, and not interfering with others; but it appears that such is not the case. The owner of this yacht has thought proper to break through the neutrality and commence aggression, and under such circumstances I have now, in retaliation, taken possession of her.’

  ‘And pray what do you mean to do, sir?’

  ‘Simply for a few days to make an exchange. I shall send you on board of my vessel as smugglers, while I remain here with the ladies and amuse myself with yachting.’

  ‘Why, sir, you cannot mean — —’

  ‘I have said, gentlemen, and that is enough; I should be sorry to resort to violence, but I must be obeyed. You have, I perceive, three seamen only left: they are not sufficient to take charge of the vessel, and Lord B. and the others you will not meet for several days. My regard for the ladies, even common humanity, points out to me that I cannot leave the vessel in this crippled condition. At the same time, I must have hands on board of my own: you will oblige me by going on board and taking her safely into port. It is the least return you can make for my kindness. In those dresses, gentlemen, you will not be able to do your duty; oblige me by shifting and putting on these.’ Corbett handed a flannel shirt, a rough jacket and trousers to Messrs. Hautaine, Ossulton, Vaughan, and Seagrove. After some useless resistance they were stripped, and having put on the smugglers’ attire, they were handed on board of the Happy-go-lucky.

  The three English seamen were also sent on board and confined below, as well as Ossulton’s servant, who was also equipped like his master, and confined below with the seamen. Corbett and the men then handed up all the smuggled goods into the yacht, dropped the boat, and made it fast astern, and Morrison having received his directions, the vessels separated, Morrison running for Cherbourg, and Pickersgill steering the yacht along shore to the westward. About an hour after this exchange had been effected the fog cleared up, and showed the revenue cutter hove-to for her boats, which had pulled back and were close on board of her, and the Happy-go-lucky about three miles in the offing; Lord B. and his boat’s crew were about four miles inshore, paddling and drifting with the tide towards Portland. As soon as the boats were on board, the revenue cutter made all sail after the smuggler, paying no attention to the yacht, and either not seeing or not caring about the boat which was drifting about in West Bay.

  CHAPTER V

  THE TRAVESTIE

  Here we are, Corbett, and now I only wish my venture had been double,’ observed Pickersgill; ‘but I shall not allow business to absorb me wholly — we must add a little amusement. It appears to me, Corbett, that the gentleman’s clothes which lie there will fit you, and those of the good-looking fellow who was spokesman will, I am sure, suit me well. Now let us dress ourselves, and then for breakfast.’

  Pickersgill then exchanged his clothes for those of Mr. Hautaine, and Corbett fitted on those of Mr. Ossulton. The steward was summoned up, and he dared not disobey; he appeared on deck, trembling.

  ‘Steward, you will take these clothes below,’ said Pickersgill, ‘and, observe, that I now command this yacht; and during the time that I am on board you will pay me the same respect as you did Lord B.; nay, more, you will always address me as Lord B. You will prepare dinner and breakfast, and do your duty just as if his lordship was on board, and take care that you feed us well, for I will not allow the ladies to be entertained in a less sumptuous manner than before. You will tell the cook what I say; and now that you have heard me, take care that you obey; if not, recollect that I have my own men here, and if I but point with my finger, overboard you go. Do you perfectly comprehend me?’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ stammered the steward.

  ‘Yes, sir! — What did I tell you, sirrah? — Yes, my lord. Do you understand me?’

  ‘Yes — my lord.’

  ‘Pray, steward, whose clothes has this gentleman put on?’

  ‘Mr. — Mr. Ossulton’s, I think — sir — my lord, I mean.’

  ‘Very well, steward; then recollect in future you always address that gentleman as Mr. Ossulton.’

  ‘Yes, my lord,’ and the steward went down below, and was obliged to take a couple of glasses of brandy to keep himself from fainting.

  ‘Who are they, and what are they, Mr. Maddox?’ cried the lady’s-maid, who had been weeping.

  ‘Pirates! — bloody, murderous stick-at-nothing pirates!’ replied the steward.

  ‘Oh!’ screamed the lady’s-maid, ‘what will become of us, poor unprotected females?’ And she hastened into the cabin, to impart this dreadful intelligence.

  The ladies in the cabin were not in a very enviable situation. As for the elder Miss Ossulton (but, perhaps, it will be better in future to distinguish the two ladies, by calling the elder simply Miss Ossulton, and her niece, Cecilia), she was sitting with her salts to her nose, agonised with a mixture of trepidation and wounded pride. Mrs. Lascelles was weeping, but weeping gently. Cecilia was sad, and her heart was beating with anxiety and suspense, when the maid rushed in.

  ‘Oh, madam! oh, miss! oh, Mrs. Lascelles! I have found it all out! — they are murderous, bloody, do-everything pirates!!!’

  ‘Mercy on us!’ exclaimed Miss Ossulton; ‘surely they will never dare — —’

  ‘Oh, ma’am, they dare anything! — they just now were for throwing the steward overboard; and they have rummaged all the portmanteaus, and dressed themselves in the gentlemen’s best clothes. The captain of them told the steward that he was Lord B., and that if he dared to call him anything else, he would cut his throat from ear to ear; and if the cook don’t give them a good dinner, they swear that they’ll chop his right hand off, and make him eat it without pepper or salt!’

  Miss Ossulton screamed, and went off into hysterics. Mrs. Lascelles and Cecilia went to her assistance; but the latter had not forgotten the very different behaviour of Jack Pickersgill, and his polite manners, when he boarded the vessel. She did not, therefore, believe what the maid had reported, but still her anxiety and suspense were great, especially about her father. After having restored her aunt she put on her bonnet, which was lying on the sofa.

  ‘Where are you going, dear?’ said Mrs. Lascelles.

  ‘Pirates! — bloody, murderous stick-at-nothing pirates!’ replied the steward.

  ‘On deck,’ replied Cecilia. ‘I must and will speak to these men.’

  ‘Gracious heaven, Miss Ossulton! going on deck! have you heard what Phœ be says?’

  ‘Yes, aunt, I have; but I can wait here no longer.’

  ‘Stop her! stop her! — she will be murdered! — she will be — she is mad!’ screamed Miss Ossulton; but no one attempted to stop Cecilia, and on deck she went. On her arrival she found Jack Pickersgill and Corbett walking the deck, one of the smugglers at the helm, and the rest forward, and as quiet as the crew of the yacht. As soon as she made her appearance Jack took off his hat, and made her a bow.

  ‘I do not know whom I have the honour of addressing, young lady; but I am flattered with this mark of confidence. You feel, and I assure you you feel correctly, that you are not exactly in lawless hands.’

  Cecilia looked with more surprise than fear at Pickersgill. Mr. Hautaine’s dress became him; he was a handsome, fine-looking man, and had nothing of the ruffian in his appearance; unless, like Byron’s Corsair, he was half savage, half soft. She could not help thinking that she had met many with less pretensions, as far as appearance went, to the claims of a gentleman, at Almack’s and other fashionable circles.

  ‘I have ventured on deck, sir,’ said Cecilia, with a little tremulousness in her voice, ‘to request, as a favour, that you will inform me what your intentions may be with regard to the vessel and with regard to the ladies!’

  ‘And I feel much obliged to you for so doing, and I assure you I will, as far as I have made up my own mind, answer you candidly: but you tremble — allow me to conduct you to a seat. In few words, then, to remove your present alarm, I intend that the vessel shall be returned to its owner, with every article in it, as religiously respected as if they were church property. With respect to you, and the other ladies on board, I pledge you my honour that you have nothing to fear; that you shall be treated with every respect; your privacy never invaded; and that, in a few days, you will be restored to your friends. Young lady, I pledge my hopes of future salvation to the truth of this; but, at the same time, I must make a few conditions, which, however, will not be very severe.’

  ‘But, sir,’ replied Cecilia, much relieved, for Pickersgill had stood by her in the most respectful manner, ‘you are, I presume, the captain of the smuggler? Pray answer me one question more — What became of the boat with Lord B.? He is my father.’

  ‘I left him in his boat, without a hair of his head touched, young lady; but I took away the oars.’

  ‘Then he will perish!’ cried Cecilia, putting her handkerchief to her eyes.

  ‘No, young lady; he is on shore, probably, by this time. Although I took away his means of assisting to capture us, I left him the means of gaining the land. It is not every one who would have done that, after his conduct to us.’