“Tell her she’s an angel,” exclaimed O’Grady, as Rosalie took the paper. “I wish that I could speak French, to say it myself; but I’ll set to work and learn at once. Ask her if she’ll teach me.”
Rosalie laughed, and replied that she thought the young Irishman would prove an apt scholar, though she could not understand how, under the circumstances, she could manage to do as he proposed.
“Och! but I’ve a mighty great mind to tell her at once all I intend to do, and just clinch the matter,” cried Paddy; but Paul wouldn’t undertake to translate for him, and advised him to restrain his feelings for the present.
It was getting near midnight, when a gentle rap was heard at the door, and Reuben poked in his head. The arrangements which had been made were soon explained to him, and he undertook to feign lameness and to drop behind and roll down the bank as they were to do.
“You sees, young gentlemen, if they goes in chase of me, that’ll give you a better chance of getting off. If they catches me, there’ll be no great harm done; they won’t get me to fight for them, that I’ll tell them, and if I get off scot free, why there’s little doubt but that I’ll be able to lend you a hand in getting to the coast, and crossing the water afterwards.”
The arrangements being made, Reuben stole down to rejoin the other seamen, and the midshipmen then coiling themselves up in their blankets in different corners of the room, resolved to remain there till summoned in the morning, were soon asleep.
When their guards appeared, they made signs that they could not move, O’Grady singing out, “Medecin, medecin,” by which he wished to intimate that he wanted physic, and they thought that he asked for a doctor. In spite, however, of all their remonstrances, they were compelled to get up and dress by sundry applications of a scabbard.
They found a breakfast prepared for them in the hall, though they had but a few minutes allowed them to consume it before they were driven on through the town to join the rest of the prisoners, no time being allowed them to bid farewell to Rosalie and her father. She, indeed, had wisely kept out of their way to prevent any suspicion. They limped along, looking as woe-begone as they could, though their hearts were in no way sad. Their only regret was, that they must part from Devereux and their captain, but they consoled themselves by believing that they could report where they were, and thus manage to get them exchanged.
“We are nearing the spot,” said Paul. “This is the scenery Rosalie described, and this must be the hill. I hope Reuben understands what he is to do. Ah! there is the stone. Come, let us sit down.”
They made signs to the last guard that they would follow. Believing that they were ill he allowed them to remain. They saw that Reuben was watching them.