“We must have those guns,” observed Adair. “I intend sending you, Rogers, and Desmond, in to-night to bring them off, should I find, as I suspect, that they are undefended,” he said to Tom. “You will be supplied with a scaling-ladder, with which you can take a peep in and ascertain the state of affairs. If there are only three or four soldiers, you must secure them; then shut the gates of the fort, to prevent anyone getting in, while you hoist the guns into the boat.”
Tom and Gerald were delighted with the thoughts of the proposed expedition, and undertook faithfully to carry out their commander’s orders. The Flash continued steaming on till she was out of sight of the fort, when, as soon as it was dark, her head was put inshore, and she ran back to within a short distance of the fort Tom and Gerald were ordered to burn a blue light should they require assistance, but if not, to carry out the work as quietly as possible.
“You may trust us, sir,” they said, as they stepped into the gig, which had a crew of six hands, and a supply of tackles for lowering the guns.
“This is just the sort of fun I like,” observed Tom, as they were pulling for the shore.
“Much better than sighing your breath out for the Russian damsel,” answered Desmond; “I am sure of that.” It was the first time he had ventured to touch on the delicate subject.
“What, have you heard about my little affair?” asked Tom; “I suppose, then, the whole fleet have been talking about it?”
“Don’t trouble yourself as to that,” whispered Desmond; they were both speaking in a low voice, so that neither their own men nor the enemy could hear them; “however, it is time, unless we want to be discovered, to clap a stopper on our jaw-tackles.”
“You are right,” said Tom; “we shall soon be up to the fort.” They pulled on till they came under the walls, which rose sheer out of the water. Landing on one side, and leaving a couple of hands in the boat, they carried the scaling-ladder to a wall which offered a fair prospect of their being able to mount to the top. Tom claimed the post of honour for himself, the rest of the party being prepared to mount as soon as he should summon them. The instant after the ladder was placed he was on the top of it. On looking down, not a human being could he see, either awake or asleep. Making the signal to his companions, they speedily followed him, and dropped down noiselessly into the fort.
Their first care, as ordered, was to secure the gate; and then, lighting their lanterns, they began to search the various chambers in the fort. They had not gone far when they heard voices from what appeared to be a guard-house. “At all events, we shall have no great difficulty in securing them,” said Tom. As they opened the door, they found four soldiers, a flagon of vodka before them, and their heads resting on the table.
They were excessively astonished to find their arms seized by a party of Englishmen, who signified by their gestures that the less noise they made the better. They were then lashed to their seats, and almost immediately afterwards dropped off to sleep again.