“That we are in His Majesty’s revenue service, and that you are our prisoners,” cried Lieutenant Kelson.
“That we have contraband on board, or that you have a right to detain us, must be proved,” said the master calmly. “Step below, you will find my papers correct; there is some mistake, I suspect.”
The lieutenant went down into the little cabin and I followed, half hoping to find Jack and Katty; but not a sign of them was there. Uncle Boz now came below; when the mate saw him he exclaimed, “Ah, sir, I know you; I was second mate of the Rosamond, wrecked near your house, when you saved our lives and treated us all so kindly. What has happened?” Uncle Boz told him.
“Then I’ll help you if I can,” said the master. “A lugger with sweeps passed us not an hour ago, quite close. I had an idea I knew the fellow, and but little honesty is there in him. Do you pull on as before, and I will follow if there comes a breeze, and lend a hand should you want me.”
There was no time for talking, and as the vessel was evidently honest, we tumbled into our boat and pulled on as lustily as before.
We soon caught sight of another vessel. “Hurrah! there she is,” cried Uncle Boz. “The fellows won’t balk you this time; but we must go alongside as we did the other.”
The lugger had taken in her sweeps, having got well off from the land. As we drew near we began to pull carelessly as before. The people on her deck evidently did not know what to make of us. They seemed, however, satisfied, for several continued to walk up and down the deck, as they had at first been doing, hands in pockets. We quickly made them draw them out though. The boat in another instant was alongside, and we were leaping on deck. Oaths in Dutch, French, and English burst from the lips of the crew.
“We are betrayed,” shouted the captain of the lugger. “But cheer up, lads. Overboard with the fellows!”
As he began to show fight, a knock on the head silenced him, and the crew on deck quickly succumbed. The lieutenant and his men jumped below, and secured several of the men in their berths. Uncle Boz and I meantime made our way into the cabin. A bright lamp hung from a beam above. On a locker was seated my brother Jack, Katty resting on one arm, while with his other hand he was feeding her with gruel from a basin held by a tall thin old Frenchman, dressed in a faded suit, of
