CHAPTER XVI.
THE MERCHANT CAPTAIN'S CARGO.
"In with your canvas high, We shall want no sail to fly! Topsail, foresail, spanker and jib-- With the heart of oak in the oaken rib-- Shall serve us to win or die."
Lieutenant Biddle saw the English war vessel bearing down upon the_Frolic_.
He had hoped to take her into port, but his hopes were rudely shatteredby the appearance of the English frigate.
For he recognized her as the _Poietiers_, a British seventy-four gunship.
To fight was impossible, and to escape seemed equally so.
Both the _Frolic's_ masts had gone by the board within a few minutesafter the flag was struck.
At the very moment the man in the crow's-nest sighted the _Poietiers_,the prize crew was working hard to clear from her decks the deadbodies, wreckage, and tangled mass of rigging, which made navigationimpossible.
The sea was rough, the wind heavy.
The _Frolic_ was tossed about in the trough of the sea, a helpless mass.
The lieutenant looked over the billowy waters to see if any help was athand.
The _Wasp_ had seen the _Poietiers_ almost as soon as she had beensighted by the _Frolic_.
Captain Jones examined his guns, and found that he had no chance tofight successfully with the new enemy.
Even had the _Wasp_ been fresh and ready for battle, the chances wouldhave been slight, for the British frigate was in every way the superiorof the American sloop.
Jones sighed as he ordered the sails to be set for retreat.
It was better to run away than fight under such disadvantages.
But the sails, when shaken out, were found to have been cut to piecesby the _Frolic's_ shot.
"Beat to quarters!" shouted the captain.
The men understood that the _Wasp_ would sting as long as possible.
"Clear the deck for action!"
The Stars and Stripes was run up the halliards, and the crew gave ahearty and lusty cheer, though they knew their defeat and death werenear.
The _Poietiers_ sailed down upon the almost helpless _Wasp_, and fireda broadside.
Captain Jones answered with another broadside. It was plucky, and theBritishers were surprised.
They thought bulldog courage was only found under the Union Jack.
The plucky commander of the _Wasp_ tried hard to get close to the_Poietiers_, so that he might board her.
He had resolved that it would be better for every one of his men to diefighting than that they should be taken prisoners.
But fate was against him.
The Britishers saw his object, and took every means to prevent himachieving it.
Broadside followed broadside in rapid succession, and furtherresistance was useless.
The triumph of the _Wasp_ was short-lived, but the _Poietiers_ did notfeel much elated over its victory, for the _Wasp_ had made a gallantfight.
The _Lively Bee_ had watched the fight, unable to render any effectiveassistance.
Captain Vernon had seen the merchantman, and as he was cruising forrevenue, as well as patriotism, he coveted the rich prize.
"What do you make of her?" asked Vernon, as he watched Tempest examinethe brig.
"She is a rich prize, but armed."
"You think so?"
"Yes, and there are at least a dozen fighting men in the crew."
"Can you see her name?"
"I--wait a moment--yes, she is the _Caroline_, of Bristol."
"The _Caroline_, of Bristol? Are you sure?"
"Yes, quite so. Why?"
"She is worth two hundred thousand dollars to us. I know her cargowell. We must capture her."
"Can we?"
"We must. The _Frolic_ is useless; the _Poietiers_ has all she can doto look after her prisoners. Our opportunity will come."
"Captain, don't think me weak, but my heart beats most violently when Ilook at that brig; why, I know not."
"It is not weakness. You are as brave as a lion, Tempest; I knowthe feeling. The risk is great, the odds against us, but I have apresentiment we shall win."
"God grant it."
Soon all was activity on board the _Lively Bee_.
Every preparation was made, but so secretly that not even the strongestglass could discern much out of the ordinary going on.
To the merchant captain the _Lively Bee_ appeared to be a schoonerwaiting about for any chance wreckage; or merely with a desire to seethe naval fight; for, as we know, the privateer had a most innocentlook.
"One broadside from the _Poietiers_ will sink us," remarked Tempest.
"Certainly, therefore I would not risk a fight until night," answeredVernon.
Leaving the privateer, let us look at the merchantman, whose fate wastrembling in the balance.
As Vernon had said, the _Caroline_ was one of the richest prizes inAmerican waters.
She was a stanch, trim brig, and as beautiful as any picture.
In fact, so clean was her hull, so bright her deck, the rigging was sonew and perfect, that it was really hard to believe she had buffetedthe waves or encountered any storms.
The captain, knowing the value of his cargo, had induced the_Poietiers_ to give him three small cannon and half a dozen men.
"We may get parted, and then--I don't want to feel I can make noresistance," he pleaded; and his plea was graciously acknowledged.
But the _Caroline_ carried a cargo that was not entered on the manifest.
The captain had indulged in a little speculation of his own, and, inhis eyes, that one little bit of cargo, though its weight could nothave been more than a hundred and twenty pounds, was more valuable thanall the merchandise put together.
As night approached, the _Poietiers_ signaled the _Caroline_ to keepclose, or no protection could be afforded.
Captain Carter of the good ship _Caroline_ had been cogitating for anhour or two as to whether he should not try to make his trip alone.
He wanted to reach Jamaica, and he had been already so much delayedthat he was chafing at his slow progress.
So when the _Poietiers_ ordered him to keep close, and perhaps evenfollow the war ship for a few days longer, Carter put his thumb to hisnose and extended his fingers in a most vulgar manner.
But then, the captain of the _Caroline_ was not a refined man.
He was young, and was a member of a good family, but he had always beena black sheep, and his own friends wondered that he had not turnedpirate instead of merchant skipper.
He was possessed of a very hot and ungovernable temper, but would go tothe extreme of kindness to those he had bullied and ill-used when histemper subsided.
The captain of the _Poietiers_ did not see the contemptuous action ofhis merchant brother, and so signaled again.
This time the flags were run up in reply:
"All right."
It so happened that, dark as the night was naturally, it was made worseand more unpleasant by a thick, damp fog.
This was just what the _Lively Bee_ wanted, but it reminded CaptainCarter so much of England that he cursed the fog, and muttered someimprecation on the weather and things in general.
Then he felt easier.
He descended to his cabin, but did not stay there long.
He wanted to see that his own special cargo was safe, and for half anhour he was engaged in that occupation.
He was like a raving lunatic when he resought his own cabin.
His cargo was human.
And a pretty piece of humanity it was.
With skin as pure as alabaster, with eyes brighter than diamonds, andlips whose color would shame the rubies, the girl stood defiantly inthe center of the cabin.
She was a prisoner.
Carter had never seen so beautiful a woman before, or at least hadnever seen one whose charms had so smitten his heart.
He had met her on land, and at once laid siege to her affections.
She was ladylike in her refusal of his affections; he was
persistent.
She had at last to threaten him with the vengeance of her family if hedid not leave her in peace.
He was exasperated.
Desperation made him determine to have her, by fair means or foul.
When he saw she was firm in her refusal to listen to him, he awaitedhis opportunity, and by means of a bribe induced two fellows to abducther and take her on board his vessel.
She had been kept a prisoner for nearly a month, and Carter wanted tohasten to Jamaica, where he could find some clergyman who would performthe ceremony of marriage, even though the bride was opposed.
The young lady had been particularly strong in her language on thenight of the fog.
"Captain Carter, I have told you I will never be your wife. Touch me,dare to come within a yard of me, and I will kill you as I would asnake. Force me to the altar, and, Heaven be my witness, I will killmyself before the sacred shrine!"
There was so much earnestness in her manner that Carter recoiled,muttering curses on her and womankind in general.