Kidnapped. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон

such was the hurry of my mind, I had to cast the numbers twice. “Fifteen,” said I.

      Alan whistled. “Well,” said he, “that can’t be cured. And now follow me. It is my part to keep this door, where I look for the main battle. In that, ye have no hand. And mind and dinnae fire to this side unless they get me down; for I would rather have ten foes in front of me than one friend like you cracking pistols at my back.”

      I told him, indeed I was no great shot.

      “And that’s very bravely said,” he cried in a great admiration of my candour. “There’s many a pretty gentleman that wouldnae dare to say it.”

      “But then, sir,” said I, “there is the door behind you, which they may perhaps break in.”

      “Ay,” says he, “and that is a part of your work. No sooner the pistols charged, than ye must climb up into yon bed where ye’re handy at the window; and if they lift hand against the door, ye’re to shoot. But that’s not all. Let’s make a bit of a soldier of ye, David. What else have ye to guard?”

      “There’s the skylight,” said I. “But indeed, Mr. Stewart, I would have need to have eyes upon both sides to keep the two of them; for when my face is at the one, my back is to the other.”

      “And that’s very true,” said Alan. “But have ye no ears to your head?”

      “To be sure!” cried I. “I must hear the bursting of the glass!”

      “Ye have some rudiments of sense,” said Alan grimly.

      ¹ Befool.

      ² Whig or Whigamore was the cant name for those who were loyal to King George.

      ³ Reaching.

CHAPTER 10 The Siege of the Round-House

      But now our time of truce was come to an end. Those on deck had waited for my coming till they grew impatient; and scarce had Alan spoken when the captain showed face in the open door.

      “Stand!” cried Alan, and pointed his sword at him.

      The captain stood, indeed; but he neither winced nor drew back a foot.

      “A naked sword?” says he. “This is a strange return for hospitality.”

      “Do ye see me?” said Alan. “I am come of kings; I bear a king’s name. My badge is the oak. Do ye see my sword? It has slashed the heads off mair Whigamores than you have toes upon your feet. Call up your vermin to your back, sir, and fall on! The sooner the clash begins, the sooner ye’ll taste this steel throughout your vitals.”

      The captain said nothing to Alan, but he looked over at me with an ugly look. “David,” said he, “I’ll mind this;” and the sound of his voice went through me with a jar.

      Next moment he was gone.

      “And now,” said Alan, “let your hand keep your head, for the grip is coming.”

      Alan drew a dirk, which he held in his left hand in case they should run in under his sword. I, on my part, clambered up into the berth with an armful of pistols and something of a heavy heart, and set open the window where I was to watch. It was a small part of the deck that I could overlook, but enough for our purpose. The sea had gone down, and the wind was steady and kept the sails quiet; so that there was a great stillness in the ship, in which I made sure I heard the sound of muttering voices. A little after, and there came a clash of steel upon the deck, by which I knew they were dealing out the cutlasses and one had been let fall: and after that, silence again.

      I do not know if I was what you call afraid; but my heart beat like a bird’s, both quick and little; and there was a dimness came before my eyes which I continually rubbed away, and which continually returned. As for hope, I had none; but only a darkness of despair and a sort of anger against all the world that made me long to sell my life as dear as I was able. I tried to pray, I remember, but that same hurry of my mind, like a man running, would not suffer me to think upon the words; and my chief wish was to have the thing begin and be done with it.

      It came all of a sudden when it did, with a rush of feet and a roar, and then a shout from Alan, and a sound of blows and some one crying out as if hurt. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw Mr. Shuan in the doorway, crossing blades with Alan.

      “That’s him that killed the boy!” I cried.

      “Look to your window!” said Alan; and as I turned back to my place, I saw him pass his sword through the mate’s body.

      It was none too soon for me to look to my own part; for my head was scarce back at the window, before five men, carrying a spare yard for a battering ram, ran past me and took post to drive the door in. I had never fired with a pistol in my life, and not often with a gun; far less against a fellow-creature. But it was now or never; and just as they swang the yard, I cried out, “Take that!” and shot into their midst.

      I must have hit one of them, for he sang out and gave back a step, and the rest stopped as if a little disconcerted. Before they had time to recover, I sent another ball over their heads, and at my third shot (which went as wide as the second) the whole party threw down the yard and ran for it.

      Then I looked round again into the deck-house. The whole place was full of the smoke of my own firing, just as my ears seemed to be burst with the noise of the shots. But there was Alan, standing as before; only now his sword was running blood to the hilt, and himself so swelled with triumph and fallen into so fine an attitude, that he looked to be invincible. Right before him on the floor was Mr. Shuan, on his hands and knees; the blood was pouring from his mouth, and he was sinking slowly lower, with a terrible, white face; and just as I looked, some of those from behind caught hold of him by the heels and dragged him bodily out of the roundhouse. I believed he died as they were doing it.

      “There’s one of your Whigs for ye!” cried Alan; and then turning to me, he asked if I had done much execution.

      I told him I had winged one, and thought it was the captain.

      “And I’ve settled two,” says he. “No, there’s not enough blood let; they’ll be back again. To your watch, David. This is but a dram before meat.”

      I settled back to my place, re-charging the three pistols I had fired, and keeping watch with both eye and ear.

      Our enemies were disputing not far off upon the deck, and that so loudly that I could hear a word or two above the washing of the seas.

      “It was Shuan bauchled¹ it,” I heard one say.

      And another answered him with a “Wheesht, man! He’s paid the piper.”

      After that the voices fell again into the same muttering as before. Only now, one person spoke most of the time, as though laying down a plan, and first one and then another answered him briefly, like men taking orders. By this, I made sure they were coming on again, and told Alan.

      “It’s what we have to pray for,” said he. “Unless we can give them a good distaste of us, and done with it, there’ll be nae sleep for either you or me. But this time, mind, they’ll be in earnest.”

      By this, my pistols were ready, and there was nothing to do but listen and wait. While the brush lasted, I had not the time to think if I was frighted; but now, when all was still again, my mind ran upon nothing else. The thought of the sharp swords and the cold steel was strong in me; and presently, when I began to hear stealthy steps and a brushing of men’s clothes against the round-house wall, and knew they were taking their places in the dark, I could have found it in my mind to cry out aloud.

      All this was upon Alan’s side; and I began to think my share of the fight was at an end, when I heard some one drop softly on the roof above me.

      Then there came a single call on the sea-pipe, and that was the signal. A knot of them made one rush of it, cutlass in hand, against