Rodd moistened his lips again, and his frank young face looked very much puckered and wrinkled as he pulled himself together and looked almost defiantly at his questioner, who exclaimed—
“Well, you heard what I said.”
The boy nodded.
“Well, speak out. You didn’t, of course?”
Rodd drew a deep breath, moistened his lips again, and then out the words came. “Yes,” he said, “I did!”
“Hah!” said the sergeant, as he fixed the boy with his keen grey eyes and spoke to him as if he were one of his recruits. “Well, I like that. Spoken like a man. My old mother used to say, ‘Speak the truth, Tom, and then you needn’t be afraid of any man.’ Look here, youngster, I am only a soldier, and you are a young gentleman, or else you wouldn’t be visiting and making holiday here; but do you mind shaking hands?”
“Yes,” said Rodd hotly, “I know: I suppose I have done wrong, and you have got your duty to do; so go and do it.”
“Here,” cried the sergeant, “grip, boy, grip! I like you for all this more and more. I had my duty to do, and I did it as far as I could; but I was too late. The prisoners had escaped, and we have heard this morning, the news being brought by a miserable-looking sneak of a fellow who had come to the governor to ask for the reward for not taking them, that they got down to Salcombe very late last night and boarded one of the orange boats in the little harbour, where I expect they had friends waiting for them, for the schooner sailed at once, and I dare say they are within sight of a French port before now. Yes, I had my duty to do, me and my lads, but the prisoners escaped, same as I would if I had been in a French prison, shut up for doing nothing, and because our two countries were at war. There, I am not going to blame you now it’s all over, as you own to it like a man. They both came to you, I suppose, for a bit of help, and you gave it to them. But when I was on duty I should have nailed you if I had caught you in the act. There, that’ll do. Thought I should like to tell you about it, and hold you like at the point of the bayonet, and see what you’d say. I know it’s precious hard to tell the truth sometimes, and it must have been very hard here. But you did it like a man. But I say: you never thought that basket and wallet would tell tales when you left those poor beggars a mouthful to eat; and I hope if there’s any more war to come and I’m took, and make a good try to slip away—I hope, I say, that I shall come upon some brave young French lad who will do as good a turn to me as you did to those poor fellows, who were making a run for freedom, and to get out of the reach of our bayonets and guns.”
Rodd thrust his hand into his pocket, and flushed up now more than ever, for the sergeant caught him by the wrist.
“No, no, my lad,” he cried; “none of that! I didn’t come here to get money out of you. I was a boy once myself. Only a common one, but pretty straightforward and honest, or else I don’t suppose I should have won these three gold chevrons which I have got here upon my arm. Well, I wouldn’t have taken pay then for doing a dirty action, fond as I was of coppers with the King’s head on; and I wouldn’t do it now. So don’t you make me set up my hackles by trying to offer me anything for this. Besides, I’ve got a whole half-crown your uncle gave me, and I am not even going to ask you whether he had a finger in this pie.”