“I always say so,” said Jansen, “I always say so — no tog, no tog, after all.”

  “No, no,” replied Coble, shaking his head.

  Corporal Van Spitter was again summoned, but the corporal was restive as a rhinoceros.

  “Corporal,” said Smallbones, who, since the glass of grog, was his sincere ally, and had quite forgotten and forgiven his treatment, “go down and see if you can’t worm the truth out of him.”

  “Ay, do, do!” exclaimed the rest.

  “Smallbones — Smallbones — wanted aft,” was the next summons.

  “And here I go,” exclaimed Smallbones. “I defy the devil and all his works — as we said on Sunday at the workhouse.”

  “That lad’s a prime bit of stuff,” observed Spurey, “I will say that.”

  “Yes,” replied Short.

  In a few seconds Smallbones came hastily up the ladder.

  “Corporal, you must go to the cabin directly. He is in a devil of a rage — asked me why you wouldn’t come — told him that you had seen something dreadful — didn’t know what. Tell him you saw the devil at his elbow — see if it frightens him.”

  “Yes, do,” exclaimed the others.

  Corporal Van Spitter made up his mind; he pulled down the skirts of his jacket, descended the ladder, and walked aft into the cabin. At the sight of Snarleyyow, the corporal turned pale — at the sight of the corporal, Mr Vanslyperken turned red.

  “What’s the meaning of all this?” exclaimed Vanslyperken, in a rage. “What is all this about, corporal? Explain your conduct, sir. What made you rush out of the cabin in that strange manner?”

  “Mein Gott, Mynheer Vanslyperken, I came for orders; but I no come keep company wid de tyfel.”

  “With the devil! what do you mean?” exclaimed Vanslyperken, alarmed. The corporal, perceiving that the lieutenant was frightened, then entered into a detail, that when he had entered the cabin he had seen the devil sitting behind Mr Vanslyperken, looking over his shoulder, and grinning with his great eyes while he patted him over the back with his left hand and fondled the dog with his right.

  This invention of the corporal’s, whom Mr Vanslyperken considered as a stanch friend and incapable of treachery, had a great effect upon Mr Vanslyperken. It immediately rushed into his mind that he had attempted murder but a few days before, and that, that very day he had been a traitor to his country — quite sufficient for the devil to claim him as his own.

  “Corporal Van Spitter,” exclaimed Vanslyperken, with a look of horror, “are you really in earnest, or are you not in your senses — you really saw him?”

  “As true as I stand here,” replied the corporal, who perceived his advantage.

  “Then the Lord be merciful to me a sinner!” exclaimed Vanslyperken, falling on his knees, at the moment forgetting the presence of the corporal; and then recollecting himself, he jumped up— “It is false, Corporal Van Spitter — false as you are yourself: confess,” continued the lieutenant, seizing the corporal by the collar, “confess, that it is all a lie.”

  “A lie!” exclaimed the corporal, who now lost his courage, “a lie, Mynheer Vanslyperken! If it was not the tyfel himself it was one of his imps, I take my Bible oath.”

  “One of his imps!” exclaimed Vanslyperken; “it’s a lie — an infamous lie: confess,” continued he, shaking the corporal by the collar, “confess the truth.”

  At this moment Snarleyyow considered that he had a right to be a party in the fray, so he bounded forward at the corporal, who, terrified at the supernatural beast, broke from Vanslyperken’s grasp, and rushed out of the cabin, followed, however, the whole length of the lower deck by the dog, who snapped and bayed at him till he had gained the fore-ladder.

  Once more did the corporal make his appearance on the forecastle, frightened and out of breath.

  “Mein Gott! de man is mad,” exclaimed he, “and de tog is de tyfel himself.” The corporal then narrated in broken English what had passed. For some time there was a confused whispering among the men; they considered the dog’s reappearance on this occasion even more wonderful than on the former, for the men declared positively that he never came off in the boat, which, had he done, would have unravelled the whole mystery; and that a dog thrown overboard, and swept away by the tide, should be discovered shortly after perfectly dry and comfortable, not only on board of the cutter, which he could not have got on board of, but also in his master’s cabin, which he could not get into without being seen, proved at once that the animal was supernatural. No one was now hardy enough to deny it, and no one appeared to have the least idea of how to proceed except Smallbones, who, as we have shown, was as full of energy as he was deficient in fat. On all occasions of this kind the bravest becomes the best man and takes the lead; and Smallbones, who appeared more collected and less alarmed than the others, was now listened to with attention, and the crowd collected round him.

  “I don’t care for him or for his dog either,” exclaimed Smallbones, with a drawling intrepid tone; “that dog I’ll settle the hash of some way or the other, if it be the devil’s own cousin. I’ll not come for to go to leave off now, that’s sartain, as I am Peter Smallbones — I’se got a plan.”

  “Let’s hear Smallbones — let’s hear Smallbones!” exclaimed some of the men. Whereupon they all collected round the lad, who addressed the crew as follows. His audience, at first, crowded up close to him; but Smallbones, who could not talk without his arms, which were about as long and thin as a Pongo’s are in proportion to his body, flapped and flapped as he discoursed, until he had cleared a little ring, and when, in the height of his energy, he threw them about like the arms of a windmill, every one kept at a respectful distance.

  “Well, now, I considers this, if so be as how the dog be a devil, and not a dog, I sees no reason for to come for to go for to be afraid; for ar’n’t we all true Christians, and don’t we all fear God and honour the king? I sartainly myself does consider that that ere dog could not a have cummed into this here vessel by any manner of means natural not by no means, ‘cause it’s very clear, that a dog if he be as he be a dog, can’t do no more than other dogs can; and if he can do more than heither dog or man can, then he must be the devil, and not a dog — and so he is — that’s sartain. But if so be as he is the devil, I say again, I don’t care, ‘cause I sees exactly how it is — he be a devil, but he be only a sea-devil and not a shore-devil, and I’ll tell you for why. Didn’t he come on board some how no how in a gale of wind when he was called for? Didn’t I sew him up in a bread-bag, and didn’t he come back just as nothing had happened; and didn’t the corporal launch him into a surge over the taffrail, and he comes back just as if nothing had happened? Well, then, one thing is clear; that his power be on the water, and no water will drown that ere imp, so it’s no use trying no more in that way, for he be a sea-devil. But I thinks this: he goes on shore and he comes back with one of his impish eyes knocked out clean by somebody or another some how or another, and, therefore, I argues that he have no power on shore not by no means; for if you can knock his eye out, you can knock his soul out of his body, by only knocking a little more to the purpose. Who ever heard of any one knocking out the devil’s eye, or injuring him in any way? No; because he have power by sea and by land: but this here be only a water-devil, and he may be killed on dry land. Now, that’s just my opinion, and as soon as I gets him on shore, I means to try what I can do. I don’t fear him, nor his master, nor anything else, ‘cause I’m a Christian, and was baptised Peter; and I tells you all, that be he a dog, or be he a devil, I’ll have a shy at him as soon as I can, and if I don’t, I hope I may be damned, that’s all.”

  Such was the oration of Smallbones, which was remarkably well received. Every one agreed with the soundness of his arguments, and admired his resolution, and as he had comprised in his speech all that could be said upon the subject, they broke up the conference, and every one went down to his hammock.

  Chapter Twenty Three.

  In which Mr Vanslyperken finds Great Cause of Vexation and Satisfaction.

  In the meanwhile, Mr Vanslyperken was anything but comfortable in his mind. That Corporal Van Spitter should assert that he saw the devil at his shoulder was a matter of no small annoyance any way; for either the devil was at his shoulder or he was not. If he was, why then it was evident that in consequence of his having attempted murder, and having betrayed his country for money, the devil considered him as his own, and this Mr Vanslyperken did not approve of; for, like many others in this world, he wished to commit every crime, and go to heaven after all. Mr Vanslyperken was superstitious and cowardly, and he did believe that such a thing was possible; and when he canvassed it in his mind he trembled, and looked over his shoulder.

  But Corporal Van Spitter might have asserted it only to frighten him. It was possible — but here again was a difficulty; the corporal had been his faithful confidant for so long a while, and to suppose this, would be to suppose that the corporal was a traitor to him, and that, upon no grounds which Vanslyperken could conjecture, he had turned false: this was impossible — Mr Vanslyperken would not credit it; so there he stuck, like a man between the horns of a dilemma, not knowing what to do; for Mr Vanslyperken resolved, had the devil really been there, to have repented immediately, and have led a new life; but if the devil had not been there, Mr Vanslyperken did not perceive any cause for such an immediate hurry.

  At last, an idea presented itself to Mr Vanslyperken’s mind, which afforded him great comfort, which was, that the corporal had suffered so much from his boat adventures — for the corporal had made the most of his sufferings — that he was a little affected in his mind and had thought that he had seen something. “It must have been so,” said Mr Vanslyperken, who fortified the idea with a glass of scheedam, and then went to bed.

  Now, it so happened, that at the very time that Mr Vanslyperken was arguing all this in his brain, Corporal Van Spitter was also cogitating how he should get out of his scrape; for the corporal, although not very bright had much of the cunning of little minds, and he felt the necessity of lulling the suspicions of the lieutenant. To conceal his astonishment and fear at the appearance of the dog, he had libelled Mr Vanslyperken, who would not easily forgive, and it was the corporal’s interest to continue on the best terms with, and enjoy the confidence of his superior. How was this to be got over? It took the whole of the first watch, and two-thirds of the middle, before the corporal, who lay in his hammock, could hit upon any plan. At last he thought he had succeeded. At daybreak Corporal Van Spitter entered the cabin of Mr Vanslyperken, who very coolly desired him to tell Short to get all ready for weighing at six o’clock.

  “If you please, Mynheer Vanslyperken, you think me mad last night ‘cause I see de tyfel at your shoulder. Mynheer Vanslyperken, I see him twice again this night on lower deck. Mein Gott! Mynheer Vanslyperken, I say twice.”

  “Saw him again twice!” replied the lieutenant.

  “Yes, Mynheer Vanslyperken, I see twice again — I see him very often since I drift in de boat. First, I see him when in de boat — since that I see him one time, two times, in de night.”

  “It’s just as I thought,” said Mr Vanslyperken, “he has never got over his alarm of that night. — Very well, Corporal Van Spitter, it’s of no consequence. I was very angry with you last night, because I thought you were taking great liberties; but I see now how it is, you must keep yourself quiet, and as soon as we arrive at Portsmouth, you had better lose a little blood.”

  “How much, Mynheer Vanslyperken, do you wish I should lose?” replied the corporal, with his military salute.

  “About eight ounces, corporal.”

  “Yes, sir,” replied the corporal, turning on his pivot, and marching out of the cabin.

  This was a peculiarly satisfactory interview to both parties. Mr Vanslyperken was overjoyed at the corporal’s explanation, and the corporal was equally delighted at having so easily galled his superior.

  The cutter weighed that morning, and sailed for Portsmouth. We shall pass over the passage without any further remarks than that the corporal was reinstated into Mr Vanslyperken’s good graces — that he appeared as usual to be harsh with the ship’s company, and to oppress Smallbones more than ever; but this was at the particular request of the lad, who played his own part to admiration — that Mr Vanslyperken again brought up the question of flogging Jemmy Ducks, but was prevented by the corporal’s expressing his fears of a mutiny — and had also some secret conference with the corporal as to his desire of vengeance upon Smallbones, to which Van Spitter gave a ready ear, and appeared to be equally willing with the lieutenant to bring it about. Things were in this state when the cutter arrived at Portsmouth, and, as usual, ran into the harbour. It may be supposed that Mr Vanslyperken was in all haste to go on shore to pay his visit to his charming widow; but still there was one thing to be done first, which was to report himself to the admiral.

  On his arrival at the admiral’s, much to his dissatisfaction, he was informed that he must hold himself ready for sailing immediately, as despatches for the Hague were expected down on the next morning. This would give but a short time to pay his addresses, and he therefore made all haste to the widow’s presence, and was most graciously received. She almost flew into his arms, upbraided him for being so long away, for not having written to her, and showed such marks of strong attachment, that Vanslyperken was in ecstasies. When he told her that he expected to sail again immediately, she put her handkerchief up to her eyes, and appeared, to Vanslyperken at least, to shed a few bitter tears. As soon as she was a little more composed, Vanslyperken produced the packet with which he was entrusted, which she opened, and took out two letters, one for herself, and the other addressed to a certain person in a house in another street.

  “This,” said the widow, “you must deliver yourself — it is of consequence. I would deliver it, but if I do, I shall not be able to look after my little arrangements for dinner, for you dine with me of course. Besides, you must be acquainted with this person one time or another, as it will be for our advantage.”

  “Our advantage!” how delightful to Mr Vanslyperken was that word! He jumped up immediately, and took his hat to execute the commission, the injunction of the widow to be soon back hastening his departure. Vanslyperken soon arrived at the door, knocked, and was admitted.

  “Vat vash you vant, sare?” said a venerable-looking old Jew, who opened the door to him.

  “Is your name Lazarus?” inquired the lieutenant.

  “Dat vash my name.”

  “I have a letter for you.”

  “A letter for me! — and from vare?”

  “Amsterdam.”

  “Shee! silence,” said the Jew, leading the way into a small room, and shutting the door.

  Vanslyperken delivered the letter, which the Jew did not open, but laid on the table. “It vas from my worthy friend in Billen Shaaten. He ist vell?”

  “Quite well,” replied Vanslyperken.

  “Ven do you sail again, Mynheer?”

  “To-morrow morning.”

  “Dat is good. I have the letters all ready; dey come down yesterday — vill you vait and take them now?”

  “Yes,” replied Vanslyperken, who anticipated another rouleau of gold on his arrival at Amsterdam.

  “An den I will give you your monish at de same time.”

  More money, thought Vanslyperken, who replied then, “With all my heart,” and took a chair.

  The Jew left the room, and soon returned with a small yellow bag, which he put into Vanslyperken’s hand, and a large packet carefully sealed. “Dis vas of the hutmost importance,” said old man, giving him the packet. “You will find your monish all right, and now vas please just put your name here, for I vas responsible for all de account;” and the Jew laid down a receipt for Vanslyperken to sign. Vanslyperken read it over. It was an acknowledgment for the sum of fifty guineas, but not specifying for what service. He did not much like to sign it, but how could he refuse? Besides, as the Jew said, it was only to prove that the money was paid; nevertheless, he objected.

  “Vy vill you not sign? I must not lose my monish, and I shall lose it if you do not sign. Vat you fear? — you not fear that we peach; ven peoples pay so high, they not pay for noting. We all sall hang togeder if de affair be found.”

  Hang together! thought Vanslyperken, whose fears were roused, and he turned pale.

  “You are vell paid for your shervices — you vas vell paid at doder side of de vater, and you are now von of us. You cannot go back, or your life vill be forfeit, I can assure you — you vill sign if you please — and you vill not leave dis house, until you do sign,” continued the Jew. “You vill not take our monish, and den give de information, and hang us all. You vill sign, if you please, sare.”

  There was a steadiness of countenance and a firmness in the tone of the old man, which told Vanslyperken that he was not to be trifled with, and assured him that he must have help at hand if requisite. If left to himself, the Jew would have been easily mastered by the lieutenant; but that such was not the case was soon proved, by the old man ringing a small silver bell on the table, and shortly afterwards there was a rustling and noise, as if of several persons, heard in the passage. Vanslyperken now perceived that he was entrapped, and he also felt that it was too late to retreat. Actuated by his fear of violence on the one hand, and his love of gold on the other, he consented to sign the voucher required. As soon as this was done, the old Jew was all civility. He took the paper, and locked it up in a large cabinet, and then observed —

  “It is for your own shafety, sare lieutenant, dat we are obliged to do dis. You have noting to fear — we are too much in want of good friends like you to lose them, but we must be safe and shure; now you are von of us — you cannot tell but we can tell too — we profit togeder, and I vill hope dat we do run no risk to be hang togeder. Fader Abraham! we must not think of that, but of de good cause, and of de monish. I am a Jew, and I care not whether de Papist or de Protestant have de best of it — but I call it all de good cause, because every cause is good which brings do monish.”