Wild Life in the Land of the Giants Part 8

"Gone six bells, young gentlemen. Really if this sort o' thing goes on, I'll take the number o' your hammocks, and report ye on the quarter-deck next time your aunt comes on board."

"All right, Captain Tom, we'll be out in five minutes."

And up we jumped, and were speedily dressed, and on deck for our morning walk.

But we thought no more of the dream.

It went as completely out of our minds as if we had never dreamed it at all.

But it was brought to our minds about a month afterwards in a way I am never likely to forget.

Meanwhile we still kept up our game of playing at being pirates.

It was summer now, and dear sister Mattie came often to see us, more often with her Mummy Gray than with Aunt Serapheema.

Of course we initiated her into the mystery of the pirate-game, and she took a most active part in it too. She acted the rich old dowager who had bags of gold and treasures untold, diamonds and all the rest of it, and who was eventually captured, and made to walk the plank with the rest of the unhappy crew.

I never saw any game take such complete possession of a child, as that pirate-play did of Mattie. She came oftener on board now than she might otherwise have done; she entered into the thing heart and soul, suggesting many improvements we never should have thought about, and acting her part as if to the manner born.

Of course she was told of the black flag, and must see it, and her eyes actually sparkled as they fell on the weird white skull and bleached cross-bones.

Things went on thus for some weeks longer, the pirate-play never losing interest, and each of us being thorough masters of his or her part.

But one day Mr Moore with his wife were invited to Trafalgar Cottage and Tom Morley was left in charge of the ship, while at her own special request Mattie was also left on board.

We could play now to our hearts' content.

But we little knew what was before us.

CHAPTER SIX.

AN APPALLING ADVENTURE--"WE MUST PREPARE FOR INSTANT FLIGHT."

Just after tea, and while Tom was telling some of his most fascinating stories, and we three children were listening with dilated eyes and bated breath, we were hailed by a boatman.

"_Thunderbolt_ ahoy!"

"Ay, ay," cried Tom, jumping up and rushing to the gangway--we had been having tea on the upper deck.

Then up sprang an old shipmate of Tom's, and we heard them talking earnestly together and looking towards us. At last Tom advanced almost shyly. "I dunno really," he said, "if one o' you young gentlemen would like to be left in charge of the old _Thunderbolt_ for an hour or so.

Yonder's an old shipmate o' mine, and I'd dearly like to run on sh.o.r.e for maybe an hour."

"Oh, we'd like it immensely." We spoke these words both at the same time, as strangely enough we always did speak brief sentences, when excited.

"Well then," said Tom, laughing and addressing me, "You're Captain Jack, this is Commander Jill, and this is Mattie the mate."

"Hurrah!" we shouted. "Off you trundle, Tom, and see you enjoy yourself properly; and if you don't report yourself in due form when you come on board, we'll put you in irons. D'ye hear?"

"Ay, ay, sir," said Tom, saluting. Then over the side went he and his friend, and we saw them--_no more_.

Tom had promised not to be gone longer than eight o'clock, but eight and nine went by, and still he came not. The shades of night began to darken over the water and over the town, and worse than all it came on to blow.

We did not expect Mrs Moore to come back. Indeed it had been arranged, that if she did not return by seven, Tom was to see to putting us all to bed; and Tom--wicked, thoughtless Tom--had faithfully promised he would.

Alas! I fear that at that very moment Tom was tossing a can, and singing one of Dibdin's songs.

"It's very romantic, isn't it?" said Mattie.

We both smiled like automata and said "yes"; but I don't think either of us thought it was a desirable situation to be left in.

Jill and I were thinking about the ghost. But it would not do to say a word concerning this to Mattie. Each knew, too, what the other was thinking about. I am sure enough of this, because when, just as we were retiring into the great cabin, Jill gave a little glance behind him, and I said in his ear, "There are no such things, old Jill," he nodded and smiled.

The wind shortly increased to nearly the force of a gale. It went roaring through the rigging of our one mast in a way that was dismal to listen to, though Mattie a.s.sured us it was perfectly delightful. The water alongside was all in a seethe, and the great ship wriggled if she did not roll, and kept pulling at her moorings as if she wanted to go flying away on the wings of that strong north wind. We busied ourselves, now, Jill and I, in getting supper, after which we put Mattie to bed on the couch. The three of us determined to turn in all-standing, as sailors phrase it when they mean that they do not undress.

But Jill and I took rugs and lay down in the cabin, as we did not want to be far from Mattie should she call during the night.

We had thought of keeping watch and watch in true navy fashion. But for several reasons we abandoned the idea. First and foremost there really was nothing to watch except Mattie, and we could watch her better if beside her; secondly it would be dreadfully dreary; and thirdly there was the very remotest chance, that the ghost of some of the brave fellows whose life-blood stained the fighting deck might take it into its head to visit the _Thunderbolt_ during the storm that was raging.

The three of us said our prayers together, Jill and I kneeling down by Mattie's couch. Then we kissed "good night," and she went off like a top.

After we were quite sure she was sound, Jill looked at me and I looked at Jill, and up we both got as if we had arranged it all beforehand, and carefully locked the door and loaded our pistols and lay down again. We had no shot, but I said that did not matter, as if the noise of the pistol did not alarm the ghost and show him he was not wanted, shot would only go right through him and the holes would fill up again immediately.

However, we knew ghosts did not like light, so we left the swing lamp burning and lay down.

Not to sleep, for a time at all events. We could hear the roar of the wind now more distinctly, and many strange noises that we could not understand. It might have been rats, but there were footsteps so audible overhead every now and then, that we fully expected to see the door open and honest Tom appear to report himself.

I'm certain we heard scuffling and stamping outside the door, but at last all sounds merged into dreams, and if we did start awake now and then we could not be sure whether the noises that roused us were reality or imaginary.

We did sleep sound at last, for long hours too; then all at once, as if by instinct, or, as I said before, as if wound up to it like clockwork automata, Jill and I both rose up and became fully sensible that we were standing hand in hand in the centre of the room.

It was grey daylight on a lovely morning--very early, perhaps not quite three o'clock, and Jill and I both stared in astonishment as we gazed out of the port.

Why, the town was going round us. Houses and buildings and vessels were pa.s.sing by the window.

Could we be dreaming? No, yonder was the green of a hill now, and the clouds moving also.

About the same moment that these wonderful phenomena were being presented to our eyes, the midshipman on watch on one of the ships--who, by the way, was half asleep--ran down below and reported to his commander that a steamer was going up harbour, and would run into the dockyard.

The commander said, "Get out of here, youngster. You're mad or dreaming."

The middy went on deck, but came diving below again immediately, taking two steps at a time.

"The _Thunderbolt_ has slipped her moorings, and is driving out to sea."

"Ay, lad," said the commander, "that is more like it. The steamer you thought moving has been stationary."

And now on board the hulk the real situation began to dawn upon our minds.

We were being run away with.