"The Tompkins lost two men killed and six wounded," continued the narrator. "One of those killed was a black man, named Johnson. Captain Shaler said, in his report to his owners, 'Johnson ought to be registered on the book of fame, and remembered with reverence as long as bravery is considered a virtue. A twenty-four pound shot struck him in the hip, and took away all the lower part of his body. In this state the poor, brave fellow lay on the deck, and several times exclaimed to his shipmates, 'Fire away, boys; neber haul de color down!' Several times he requested to be thrown overboard, saying he was only in the way of the others. While America has such sailors she has little to fear from the tyrants of the ocean.'"
One day, while I was listening to an account of the exploits of the privateer Chasseur, which captured eighty vessels altogether, of which thirty-two were of equal force to herself and eighteen superior, an orderly came along and called out in a loud voice,—"John Crane is wanted at Captain Shortland's office!"
Captain Shortland was the commandant of the prison. I made my toilet by running my fingers through my hair, and then followed the orderly.
CHAPTER XXI.
RELEASED ON PAROLE.—GO TO PORTSMOUTH.—OLD FRIENDS.—DECLARATION OF PEACE.—RETURN TO AMERICA.—WEDDING BELLS.—THE END.
It required the unlocking and opening of several doors to reach the office of the commandant; and at each door the orderly was obliged to exhibit a permit from the commandant for me to accompany him, or rather, for him to be accompanied by "one prisoner." At the last of the gates the permit was retained by the keeper; there was another gate to be passed to get outside the prison, consequently it would have been impossible for the orderly to set me free had he been inclined to do so.
Captain Shortland did not waste time or words in the interview between us.
"Are you John Crane, captain of the late privateer Marguerite?" he asked, as soon as I was brought into his presence.