“Now, my lads, we’ll show our friends on the shore that we have redeemed our pledges,” cried the captain. “Have on deck those chests with the golden candlesticks, Mr Nibs,” he added, turning to the purser. The chests were got up, and tackles being made ready to each mast-head, a golden candlestick was sent up and fixed above the truck. It was no easy work, but sailors can do anything that is possible. Thus with bags of dollars at the yard-arms, and rich brocades pendant from the stays, the frigate sailed up Plymouth Sound. Great was the excitement she caused, though she had already been looked for, as her four prizes, in spite of Hardman’s prognostications, had arrived in safety before her.
All her crew who wished it got leave on shore; there was no fear of any running from her; their places would instantly have been filled by hundreds of eager applicants for a berth on board. Fully did Bob Doull carry out his intentions; and strange, though not very unusual, were the scenes witnessed in Plymouth and its neighbourhood for several days after the arrival of the “Pallas.”
Coaches-and-four and coaches-and-six were seen driving about Plymouth, laden inside and out with seamen and their sweethearts, decked out in costumes of the most gaudy colours and extravagant fashion. Suppers and dancing closed the day. There was no great variety, perhaps, in the style of their amusements. The great object seemed to be to get rid of their money as rapidly as possible.
Ronald Morton, for the first time in his life, found himself possessed of what appeared to him a very large sum of money.
“It will be enough to sift this affair of my father’s to the bottom, and if claims he has, to establish them thoroughly,” he observed to his captain.
Lord Claymore laughed heartily.
“My dear fellow, you know not what amount a lawyer’s maw is capable of swallowing,” he answered. “It will prove a mere soppit if the matter is contested, as undoubtedly it will be. However, we will see about it when we return from our next cruise. Till your father returns home, you can do nothing.”
Once more, her officers and crew having spent all their superfluous cash, the “Golden Pallas,” as she was now called, put to sea.