my introduction into the cockpit of the ajax was pretty much that of every other reefer in his majesty’s navy. i was, of course, told that i showed the most brazen presumption in daring to wish to enter the naval service; that i ought to be a choir boy at st. paul’s; that haymaking was my profession by nature, to say nothing of an exchange of black eyes and bloody noses with every midshipman of my size in the cockpit. through all this giles vernon was my chief tormentor and best friend. he proclaimed the fact of my drysalting ancestry, and when i imprudently reminded him that i was the grandson of a baronet, he gave me one kick for the drysalter and two for the baronet. he showed me a battered old cocked hat hung up on a nail in the steerage country.
“do you see that hat, you young rapscallion?” he asked.
i replied that i did, and a shocking bad hat it was, too.
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“that hat was once the property of that old pirate and buccaneer, sir peter hawkshaw, vice-admiral of the white. it is named after him, and whenever his conduct displeases the junior officers on this ship,—which it generally does,—that hat, dear boy, is kicked and cursed as a proxy for your respected great-uncle. now understand: your position in the cockpit is that of this hat. in fact, you will take the hat’s place,”—which i found to be true, and i was called to account every day for some part of the conduct of admiral hawkshaw, although i did not see him twice in the week.
mr. buxton, our first lieutenant, was a fine officer, and celebrated for licking midshipmen into shape; and if i learned my duty quickly, he, rather than i, deserves the credit.
my experience of other ships convinces me that the juniors in the ajax were clever fellows; but giles vernon was undoubtedly the smartest officer among them and cock of the walk between decks. he had innumerable good qualities, but the beggarly virtue of prudence was not among them. he had, however, another virtue in a high degree,—a daring and [pg 22]invincible courage. that, and his smartness as an officer, made mr. buxton his friend, and caused many of his peccadilloes to be overlooked.
the fact that at nineteen giles vernon was still only a midshipman made me think that he was without fortune or influence; but i was soon enlightened on the subject, though not by him. he was the distant cousin and heir of sir thomas vernon of vernon court, near york, and of grosvenor square, london. this man was generally spoken of as the wicked sir thomas, and a mortal hatred subsisted between him and his heir. giles had been caught trying to induce the money sharks to take his post-obits; but as sir thomas was not yet fifty years of age, and it was quite possible that he should marry, the only result was to fan the flame of animosity between him and his heir, without giles’ getting a shilling. the next heir to giles was another cousin, remote from both him and sir thomas, one captain philip overton of the guards, who was as much disliked by sir thomas as was giles. giles, who had been at sea since his twelfth year, knew little or nothing [pg 23]of captain overton, although he swore many times in a month that he meant to marry the first woman who would take him, for the purpose of cutting off overton’s hopes; but it occurred to me, young as i was, that giles was not the man to give up his liberty to the first woman who was willing to accept of it.
we were fitting for the mediterranean, and the ship lay in the inner harbor at portsmouth, waiting her turn to go in dry dock to be coppered. there was plenty for the seniors to do, but not much for the midshipmen at that particular time; and we had more runs on shore than usual. the rest of us were satisfied with portsmouth, but giles was always raving of london and the london playhouses.
knowing how long i had lived in london, he said to me one day,—
“were you ever at drury lane theater, my lad?”
i said no, i had never been to the playhouse; and i blushed as i said it, not desiring my messmates to know that i had been brought up by betty green, a corporal’s widow.
“then, child,” he cried, whacking me on the [pg 24]back, “you have yet to live. have you not seen mistress trenchard—the divine sylvia—as roxana, as lady percy, as violetta? oh, what a galaxy of parts! oh, the divine creature!”
he threw himself across the mess-table at that, for we were in the cockpit at the time. i laughed, boylike, at his raptures, and he groaned loudly.
“such a face and figure! such a foot and ankle! such a melting eye! such a luscious voice!”
i own that this outburst did more to make me realize that giles, after all, was but nineteen than anything that had gone before; for i knew that older men did not so rave.
“and,” he cried wildly, “i can not see her before we sail. by heaven, i will see her! ’tis seventy-four miles between me and her angel face. it can be done in seven hours and twenty minutes. i can get twenty-four hours’ leave—but not a word of this, you haymaking son of a farmer.”
no sooner had giles said this than with the determination to be known as a man of spirit (i was, as i said, but fourteen), i concluded i [pg 25]would go to london, too. on the day that giles vernon got his twenty-four hours’ leave, i also got the same. mr. buxton looked a little queer when i asked him for it, and said something about not allowing the midshipmen to leave portsmouth; but i answered readily enough that i wished very much to go on a little expedition with giles vernon, which would last overnight. as the other midshipmen had been allowed similar liberty, i got my request; and next morning, as the phœbus coach for london rolled out of the stables into the inner yard, i appeared. giles vernon was also on hand. his surprise was great when he saw me.
“you take a risk, my lad,” he said.
“no more than you do,” i replied stoutly. “and i, too, love a roguish eye and a blushing cheek, and mean to go to the playhouse with you to see mistress trenchard.” at which giles roared out one of his rich laughs, and cried,—
“come along then, my infant don juan.”
we got inside the coach, because it was far from unlikely that we might meet some of our own officers on the road, or even sir peter [pg 26]hawkshaw himself, who traveled much between portsmouth and the admiralty. and had we been caught, there is little doubt that we should have been forced to right about face, in spite of the leave each one of us had in his pocket. so we made ourselves extremely small in a corner of the coach, and only ventured to peep out once, when we caught sight of sir peter hawkshaw’s traveling chaise going londonwards, and sir peter himself lying back in it, reading a newspaper. after that, you may be sure we were very circumspect.
i noticed, however, the same thing in the coach that i had observed the first hour i set eyes on giles vernon—that every woman he met was his friend. there were some tradesmen’s wives, a french hairdresser, and the usual assortment of women to be found in a public coach; and in half an hour giles vernon had said a pleasant word to every one of them, and basked in their smiles.
the day was in april, and was bright throughout; and the relays of horses were so excellent that we reached london at four in the afternoon, having left portsmouth at nine in [pg 27]the morning. we went straight to a chop-house, for we were ravenously hungry.
“and now, dicky boy,” said giles to me, “keep a bright lookout for any of our men; and if you see one, cut your cable and run for it, and if we are separated, meet me at the white horse cellar at twelve o’clock to-night to take the midnight coach.”
by the time we had got our dinner, it was time to go to the play. we marched off, and made our way through the mob of footmen, and got seats for the pit: and when we went in, and i saw the playhouse lighted up and the boxes filled with beautiful creatures, i was near beside myself. giles laughed at me, but that i did not mind.
i gaped about me until suddenly giles gripped my arm, and whispered to me,—
“don’t look to the left. there is a box with peter hawkshaw in it, and polly, and two girls—one of them the greatest beauty i ever saw, though but a slip of a girl. if peter or polly sees us, lord help us!”
i did not look around immediately, but the desire to have a glimpse of the adorable lady [pg 28]arabella made me steal a glance that way. she was very beautifully dressed, and though but little more than sixteen, such a vision of loveliness as fairly to rival reigning beauties of several seasons’ standing. i own that i saw little daphne sitting by lady arabella, but i noted her scarcely at all.
nor could giles keep his eyes off lady arabella; and i noticed that even when the divine sylvia, as he called her, was on the stage, he was not strictly attentive to her, but rather sought that fateful box where so much beauty was enthroned.
the divine sylvia was a delightful actress, i must admit, and in spite of being forty if she was a day, and though raddled with paint, she had something winning in her air and face, and i could understand her tremendous popularity with the young bloods.
neither sir peter nor polly, as giles called her, showed any signs whatever of having recognized us in the large crowd in the pit, and we began to congratulate ourselves heartily. there was a seat next to us held by a gentleman’s servant, and presently he gave way to a remarkably[pg 29] handsome young man of six or seven and twenty.
a few words passed between master and man, and then we knew that the handsome gentleman was captain philip overton, of the second life guards. giles exchanged significant looks with me.
captain overton seated himself quietly, and, after a careless glance at the house, seemed to retire into his own thoughts, quite unmindful of the stage and what was going on upon it. i wondered why a man who seemed so little in harmony with his surroundings should take the trouble to come to the play.
but if captain overton were indifferent to all about him, one person, the young beauty in lady hawkshaw’s box, was far from indifferent to him. lady arabella saw his entrance, and from that moment she was occupied in trying to obtain his attention. when at last he recognized her and bowed slightly, she flamed all over with color, and gave him as good an invitation as any man might want to come to her box. but overton made no sign of any intention to go to her, and, when she finally seemed [pg 30]to realize this, she became as indifferent to all about her as he was. other persons came to the box and went during the play, but they got little heed from lady arabella. little daphne, although but a child, not yet in her teens, showed a lively interest in all that passed and behaved in a most young-ladyish way, much to my diversion. (i was all of two years older than she.)
as the play progressed, i saw that giles was becoming more and more infatuated with the fledgling beauty, and he even whispered to me a suggestion that we present ourselves boldly at the door of the box. this i received with horror, fearing both sir peter and lady hawkshaw. indeed, i had not been able to shake off this fear of my great-uncle and aunt for a moment.
one’s first night at the play is usually a magic dream, but mine was tempered with the dread of being caught on the spot, of being delayed in our return to portsmouth, and the torment of seeing the adored of my heart quite absorbed in another man.
there was nothing for me to do but to walk along beside him
there was nothing for me to do but to walk along beside him. page 31
when the play was over, we sat still until [pg 31]the hawkshaw party had passed out, and then, more for the sake of bravado, i think, than inclination, giles ran pell-mell to the stage door, where he made one of a mob of gentlemen to see the divine sylvia to her chair. and, to my alarm, as soon as the lady was within and the curtain drawn, he tipped the wink to one of the chairmen, who silently gave up his place, and giles, taking up the pole, trudged off, assisting to carry his portly mistress. there was nothing for me to do but to walk along beside him amid the rattle and roar of coaches, the shouting of the hackney coachmen, the pushing and jostling of chairmen and linkboys, and all the confusion that attends the emptying of a london playhouse. mrs. trenchard’s door was not far away, and when she was put down, and giles sneaked off, i observed the handsome captain overton standing at the turn of the street laughing at him. giles, who was so timid in his love, was bold enough in his wrath, and stepping up to overton said coolly:
“sir, i perceive you are smiling. who is the harlequin that amuses you, may i ask?”
“you, sir,” promptly answered overton.
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“you are too good,” responded giles, “and i have before pinked my man in beauty’s quarrel,”—and then he slapped overton in the mouth. the next thing i knew their two swords were flashing in the moonlight. i stood paralyzed with fear. not so a couple of burly watchmen, who, running forward, clutched the offenders and dragged them apart.
but the two late enemies, making common cause against the watchmen, fought them off; and when the watchmen desisted from the fight to spring their rattles for assistance, both giles and the officer ran down a dark alley, followed by me as fast as my short legs would carry me, and soon all three of us were huddled together in the porch of a church, some distance away from the scene of the fracas.
“neatly done,” remarked overton with a smile, to giles. “i should have been in that brawny fellow’s clutches now, but for the clip over the head you gave him.”
“you did your share, sir,” politely responded giles.
“but time presses and our affairs must be settled,” said overton; “here is my card. it [pg 33]is too dark to read it, but i am captain philip overton, of the second life guards.”
“and i,” replied giles, “am midshipman giles vernon, of the ajax, ship of the line, now at portsmouth.”
by the dim light of a lantern in the church porch, i saw the expression of astonishment upon overton’s face.
“then,” he stammered, “we are related.”
“yes,” replied giles, smiling, “and if you pierce me through with sword or pistol, it will be worth one of the finest estates in the kingdom to you, provided always that old villain, sir thomas vernon, does not marry and have children to spite us.”
overton reflected, half laughing and half frowning.
“if only you had not passed a blow! anything else, there could be an accommodation for. it was most unfortunate.”
“yes, as it turns out,” responded giles; “but the question is, now, when and where can we meet?”
just then the great bell of st. paul’s tolled out the half-hour before midnight, and i, who [pg 34]had been an almost unobserved listener, spoke, out of the fullness of my heart.
“giles,” said i, “the coach leaves at twelve. if we do not get to portsmouth in time, we are deserters. let captain overton write to you and fight afterward.”
“out of the mouths of babes and sucklings comes wisdom,” replied overton, smiling; and so in two minutes it was settled, overton agreeing to come to portsmouth to fight, if giles could not get leave to meet him half-way between portsmouth and london. we then bade him good-by, and ran off as fast as our legs could carry us, and barely made the coach.
we traveled all night, giles sleeping soundly and snoring very loud, in one corner. i felt great uneasiness about the coming meeting between him and overton, although i believed there was no hostile feeling between them. but when two men face each other with arms in their hands, there is always the possibility of awful catastrophe.
the roseate morning broke when we were still some distance from portsmouth. the sight of the blooming hedge-rows, the bird-songs, and [pg 35]all the fair beauty of the morning made me long to be outside, and at the last stage—my companion still sleeping—i got out, and with a shilling to the coachman, got the box seat. there were only two or three persons, besides the guard, on the coach.
once up there, i could not rest satisfied without handling the ribbons. i had never even driven a donkey in my life, but, nevertheless, i aspired to drive four fresh roadsters. the coachman, a good-natured, foolish fellow, gave me the reins, down a perfectly smooth lane. i seized the whip, too, and brought it down across the wheelers’ backs, and, the next thing i knew, the coach was lying on its side on the road, and i was on the ground.
it was over in a wink, and it seemed scarcely longer before it had been righted; for the load was extremely light, and no one was hurt except giles. he scrambled out of the coach window, his arm hanging down, not broken, but out of joint. i pointed to it.
“your sword arm,” i said.
there was nothing for it but to make for portsmouth as fast as possible. giles was in [pg 36]extreme pain; he said nothing, but great drops came out upon his forehead. when we reached the town, i at once put off in search of a surgeon, while giles remained at the inn. i soon fetched the surgeon, who got the arm into place. when the man had finished, giles asked when he could use his arm for pistol shooting.
“in a week, perhaps; possibly not for two weeks.” and the surgeon departed.
as soon as he was out of the room, giles sent for pen and paper, and with the most painful effort, guiding his right hand by his left, managed to indite the following epistle to captain overton:
pheenix inn, portsmouth, friday.
“dear sir:
“this is to inform you that i met with a most unfortnit axerdent while coming down on the coach. my friend and messmate, the infant admiral which you saw with me, had read the story of gehu in the bible or homar, i forget which, and aspired to drive four horses. which he did, with the result that my right arm was rentched out of place, and the rascally doctor who sett it says i cannot use it for some days. this is most unfortnit, as it delays the pleasure we antissipated in our meeting. you will here from me as soon as i am recovered. the only [pg 37]thing witch disturbs me is that if we both go to davy jones’s, twil please that old curmudgin, sir thomas vernon, bad luck to him. believe me sir,
“your very obliged, and
“most obedient servant,
“giles vernon,
“mid. on h. m. s. ajax.”
giles gave me this to read, and i pointed out several mistakes he had made in spelling, although the tone of the letter was gentlemanlike, as everything was that giles did. with great vexation and some difficulty, he added a postscript.
“p. s.—please excuse speling as my arm is very paneful. g. v.”
at that moment a marine from the ajax bounced, breathless and in great excitement, into the room.
“we are to sail with the tide, to-night, sir!” he said. “the admiral passed the messenger on the road; the jib is loose, and the blue peter flying,”—and out he ran, to notify the other absentees.
giles seized the paper, and added laboriously:
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“p. s. no 2.—i am just informed that the blue peter is flying from the ajax, and that, my dear sir, signifies that we are about to sail. our meeting must be postponed, for god knose when we will eat fresh butter again. but you shall hear from me. g. v.”
and that night we sailed with the tide.
