finding that the last news from lord nelson was that he was sailing to join the fleet blockading toulon, sir sidney smith remained but a couple of days at the pireus, and then continued his voyage to constantinople. they had had no intercourse with any of the natives, and edgar's services had consequently not been called into requisition.
in the afternoon condor came up to edgar, who was talking with some of the other midshipmen, and said:[pg 183]
"now, mr. blagrove, if you really meant what you said, i think this is a good opportunity to settle our affair. your valuable services are not likely to be required for a few days, and if you don't wish to back out you had better come with me below."
"with pleasure," edgar said quietly. "i have had some difficulty in waiting, and have several times been on the verge of stopping your pleasant habit of bullying youngsters."
"well, you need not say any more," condor said savagely; "let us see what you can do."
wilkinson and two or three others who were off duty went down at once with edgar, and as the news spread among the others, every midshipman who could possibly get away unnoticed, stole off also, and joined them on the lower deck. half a dozen lanterns were lighted and hung up from the beams. a few of the sailors, seeing so many midshipmen going down there, guessed that there was a fight coming off, and descending the hatchway forward, stole noiselessly aft to watch it.
wilkinson had said nothing to the others of what he had heard in the cabin. the general belief was that although edgar, no doubt, would make a plucky fight of it, he had no chance whatever with an opponent nearly three years his senior, two or three stone heavier, and with a reputation for being able to use his fists well.
the opponents stripped to the waist and faced each other. wilkinson acted as edgar's second; none of the older ones would act for condor, but a lad of fifteen, who dared not refuse his request, did so.
the combat is best described in the language in which one of the tars who witnessed it related it to his comrades.
"i never seed such a thing in all my born days," he said.[pg 184] "it did not look a fair thing, for it was like a man against a boy. condor is about three inches taller than the young 'un, and much more strongly built. the young 'un stripped well, and looked a wonderfully wiry young chap; there was a determined look about his face, and i guessed that he was game to the backbone; but his chance did not seem worth speaking of. well, they stood up. the young one moved about quick on his pins for a moment, and then, it was so quick that you could scarce see how it was done, he gave a sort of bound, and hit out with his right, and the next moment condor was on his back.
"i never saw such a clean, knock-down blow in all my life. the mids, they all cheered, and it was plain enough to see which way their 'pinions went. condor was not down a moment; up he jumped again, looking as savage as a bull, but somewhat dazed. he meant mischief this time, and went with a rush at the young 'un; but lor, the latter just jumped out of his way, and hit him such a smack in the eye that it staggered him altogether. but he did not lose his legs this time, and made another rush. it was the same thing over and over again. the young 'un did just what he liked with him, and after five minutes he knocked him silly, his eyes were beginning to close, he was just bleeding like a pig at the nose; but it was a cut on the mouth that finished him, and knocked him out of time altogether, and the young 'un had never been as much as touched once.
"you should have heard how the middies cheered. as to the young 'un, he seemed to take it as a matter of course, and said, 'there is nothing in it. condor fought pluckily enough, but he knows next to nothing of boxing, while, though i say it myself, i am a first-rate boxer. i ought to be, having been taught by the best masters in london for a couple of years.'
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[pg 185]"they had to chuck some water on condor's face to get him round, for the force with which he struck the deck stunned him. when he was helped to his feet, the young 'un went up to him and held out his hand. 'i hope there will be no more ill-feeling between us, condor,' he said. 'you have made a bad mistake, and have had to pay for it. only i say this, that as long as i am on board there shall be no more bullying in the cockpit. we are all gentlemen, i hope. as long as we are on duty, of course, we obey the orders of our superiors, and, as our senior officer, we should all obey you; but when off duty we are equals. and if anyone attempts to bully anyone else, he has got me to reckon with.
"'there is no reason why we should not have a pleasant time when we are below, and i will do my best to see that we do have it. you are the senior of the mess, and as such have to keep order; but beyond that you have no right to interfere. now let us shake hands and say no more about it.'
"condor shook hands without saying a word, and then slipped away. i have seen many a fight since i first took to the sea, but never such a fight as this before. it were just a massacre of the innercents, and i don't think a fellow was ever more thoroughly sucked in than master condor when he undertook the job."
condor had to go on the sick-list half an hour after the fight was over. his eyes were almost closed, his face was enormously swollen, and he had lost three teeth—the effect of the blow that had brought the conflict to a close.
"did you know how it was going to be, wilkinson?" one of the other seniors said as they went up on the deck again.
"i guessed pretty well, from what blagrove was telling[pg 186] sir sidney when he dined with him, that condor would meet his match, but i did not think that it was going to be a hollow thing like that."
"what do you mean, sir, by skulking below?" the second lieutenant angrily asked one of the midshipmen of his watch as he returned on deck.
"i just slipped below for a few minutes, sir," the lad said.
"well, you had better be careful, or you will find yourself at the mast-head," the lieutenant said sharply.
"i fancy there has been a fight," the first lieutenant said as mr. knight passed him, grumbling to himself. "i noticed just now that there were only two midshipmen on deck. do you see, they are coming up the hatchway, one by one, looking as innocent as a cat that has been at the cream-jug. they seem to be pretty nearly all here now, but i don't see any signs in any of their faces that they have been in trouble.
"well, well, midshipmen are only boys, and boys will quarrel. i expect we both had our share of it before we got our epaulettes."
the other laughed. "i suppose so," he said; "and after all it does them no harm, and it is much better, if two boys do quarrel, that they should fight it out and have done with it, instead of always wrangling."
"i thought it might have been blagrove," the first lieutenant said. "a new hand generally has a fight before he has been on board a fortnight. after that he finds his level. however, it is not him, for there he is, looking as cool as a cucumber. it must have been some sort of meeting to discuss some fancied grievance. i daresay we shall hear something about it sooner or later."
half an hour afterwards the doctor came on deck. there[pg 187] was a smile on his face as he went up to the first lieutenant.
"one of your officers is on the sick list, mr. canes."
"what is the matter with him?"
"i should say that it would come under the head of contusions."
the lieutenant laughed.
"bad contusions?"
"rather more serious than is usual in these cases. face greatly swelled, eyes closed, very great enlargement of the nose, lips puffed and badly cut, three front teeth missing."
"by jove, that is severe punishment! who is it?"
"master's mate condor."
"why, who has he been fighting with?"
the doctor laughed. "i could hardly believe it when i heard. i waylaid young jocelyn, who was executing a war-dance of delight, and questioned him. it is your last acquisition, blagrove."
"impossible, doctor! there is the lad himself, without the slightest sign of having been engaged in a fight. i have been looking at them all rather closely, for they nearly all disappeared about half an hour ago, and one knows what that generally means. mr. knight was very angry about it, so when they came back again i glanced at them; and as none of them were marked in any way, or showed any signs of their having been engaged in a bout of fisticuffs, i came to the conclusion that there had been no fight. and you mean to say that blagrove punished condor in that fashion without receiving a mark himself? condor is a powerful fellow, and must be nearly three years older than the lad. it seems well-nigh impossible!"
"i was astonished myself, but, if you remember, he told us the other evening at the captain's table that he had[pg 188] earned the good-will of those arabs by rescuing the sheik's son from an attack by two european ruffians. he certainly told it in a very modest tone; but that a lad could thrash two men armed with knives seemed to me to border on romancing. young jocelyn said that the fight did not last more than five minutes, and that blagrove did not receive a scratch. his delight was excessive, and i fancy condor is rather a bully. you see there is nobody else in the mess anywhere near his weight and age, and he took advantage of it accordingly. the boy said that after it was over and they shook hands, blagrove told condor that there should be no bullying in the mess in future.
"i asked what the affair was about. jocelyn did not know, but said that he heard that something had happened when blagrove first came on board, and that they all knew that there was going to be a fight, but he thinks that it was put off until they left the pireus for some reason or other."
"that young fellow must be a marvellously good boxer to be able to punish a fellow so superior in age and weight without showing a mark himself. the lesson is certainly likely to do condor good. i have heard from mr. bonnor, who was in the same ship with him on his last commission, that the fellow had a bad name as a bully, but that, unlike most fellows of that sort, he had pluck, and could fight, which makes blagrove's victory all the more surprising. however, of course we shall take no notice of it. i have merely your official report that mr. condor is on the sick-list suffering from severe contusions. i suppose it will be some days before he can show up?"
"i should say that it will be a week before he is fit to come on deck. as to the loss of his teeth, it will be a serious disfigurement until he gets home again and can be fitted with some fresh ones. well, at any rate this will give[pg 189] blagrove a good standing among the others. it is always awkward for a lad who joins a good bit later than usual."
it was not only among the midshipmen that the defeat of condor established edgar as the most popular member of the mess. during the voyage out, condor had already rendered himself obnoxious to the men by the roughness of his tone when speaking to them, and by his domineering manner whenever the officer of the watch was engaged elsewhere, and the report of the manner in which he had been punished excited great delight among them, and rendered edgar a most popular personage. they had noticed his behaviour the first time that he had gone aloft, and had agreed that the new middy was a good sort and no greenhorn.
"he will make a first-rate officer," one old tar said. "you mark my words if he don't. new hand as he is, you will see that he will show up well on the first opportunity."
the fight, too, raised rather than lowered condor in their opinion. the men who had seen it all agreed that, although he had not a shadow of chance from the first, he had fought with unflinching pluck, and struggled on most gamely until knocked out of time. consequently, when he returned to duty he was treated with the same respect as before, and with none of the covert grins that he had expected to notice among them.
the young fellow was not a fool, and while in the sickbay had thought matters over a good deal. it was of course mortifying to have been thrashed by an antagonist he despised, but he was conscious that he had brought the punishment upon himself. hitherto he had not, since he first joined the service, met with his match among those of his own age and standing, and had come to think himself an exceptional sort of fellow; but the discovery that he was[pg 190] but a child in the hands of a really good boxer, while it humiliated him, was extremely useful. a lesson of this kind is sure to have an effect, good or bad. among some it sours the temper, produces an active hatred of the person who gave it, and renders a lad savage and morose. on the other hand, among more generous natures it has an opposite effect. thinking matters over, a lad will feel that he has been going in the wrong direction, that he has been puffed up with an exaggerated idea of his own powers, and he will determine to get into a better groove, and to break himself of his faults.
condor belonged to the latter class. as he lay in bed he saw clearly that he had made a great mistake, that his successes had been won simply because those he licked were less skilled or strong than himself, and that, in point of fact, instead of being, as he believed, a good boxer, he knew next to nothing about it.
edgar had, after the first day, gone in regularly to have a chat with him. he had been somewhat doubtful as to how his advances would be received, but had determined to do his best to become friends with condor, whom he felt, rather remorsefully, he had punished terribly severely.
"i hope, condor," he said the first time he entered, "that you will believe that i have come in because i am really sorry that you have been hurt so much, and not from any idea of triumphing over you. it was only natural that i should have got the best of it. i knew beforehand that i was sure to do so. i learned boxing for over two years from some of the best light-weight fighters in london. i worked very hard, and at the end of that time, except that i was of course their inferior in strength, i could hold my own very fairly with them. that was more than a year ago, and since then i have gained a lot in height, in length of[pg 191] reach, and in strength, so you really need not feel mortified that you were so easily beaten, because i consider that if you had been twice as strong as you are, and four or five years older, it would have come to the same thing. a man who can box only in what you may call a rough-and-ready way has practically no chance whatever with a really scientific pugilist, which i may say i am. i hope you bear me no malice, and that we shall be friends in future."
"i hope so too, blagrove. i feel that i deserve what i have got, and it will be a lesson that i shall not forget. you have taken me down a great many pegs in my own estimation, and i shall try and make a fresh start when i am about again."
"i am very glad to hear it," edgar said warmly. "i am sure it must be very much more pleasant to be liked by everyone than to be disliked; and one is just as easy as the other."
"i don't know that i ever thought of it before," condor said, "but i suppose it must be. i will try the experiment when i get up. i shall feel very small among the others."
"i don't see why you should. you did all that you could, and no one could have done better who had not been taught as i have, and i am sure that no one will think the least degree the worse of you because you had no chance with me. why, i thrashed a couple of ruffians in alexandria, armed with knives, in a quarter of the time that it took me to beat you."
"at any rate i shall know better in future," condor said, with a poor attempt to smile with his swollen lips. "i have learned not to judge from appearances. who would have thought that a fellow brought up in egypt would have been able to fight like a professional pugilist. you said that you had been a couple of years at school in england, but that[pg 192] didn't go for much. we have all been at school in england, and yet not many of us know much of boxing. how was it that you came to learn?"
"well, you see that there is a very rough population in alexandria—greek, maltese, and italian, in fact the scum of the mediterranean—and my father, who is a very sensible man, thought that the knowledge of how to use my fists well might be of much greater value to me than anything else i could learn in england, so he asked my uncle, with whom i lived when i was at school, to get me the best masters in boxing that he could find. i got to be very fond of it, and worked very hard. i had three lessons a week all the time i was at school, and the last year changed my master three times, and so got all their favourite hits. of course i used to get knocked about, for some boxers can't help hitting hard, and to the end i used to get punished pretty heavily, because though i might hit them as often as they hit me, they were able to hit much harder than i was, but i fancy now that they would find it pretty hard work to knock me out of time. my father used to say that being really a good boxer kept a man or a boy out of trouble. a man who knows that he can fight well can afford to be good-tempered and put up with things that another man wouldn't, and if he is driven to use his fists gets off without being knocked about; and besides, as soon as it is known that he can fight, others don't care about quarrelling with him. i know that it was so with me. i had a fight or two at first, but i very quickly improved, and after that i never had a quarrel for the rest of the nearly three years i was at school."
"one thing is certain, blagrove, you are not likely to have another quarrel as long as you remain on board the tigre. you will come and see me again, won't you?"
"certainly i will. i can see that it hurts you to talk[pg 193] now, but you will soon get over that, and then we can have some good chats."
during the voyage up to the dardanelles, the tigre encountered changeable weather; the sails had often to be shifted. when he was on watch, edgar always went aloft with his friend wilkinson and took his place beside him, listened to the orders that he gave, and watched him at work. in a few days he was able to act independently and to do his duty regularly, and to aid in tying down a reef when a sudden squall came on.
they caught sight of many islands as they passed through the aegean. edgar was disappointed with the dardanelles, but delighted with his first view of constantinople. it was on the day that they cast anchor that condor for the first time put in an appearance at mess. his face had resumed its normal appearance, save that there were greenish-yellow patches under the eyes. wilkinson, who was by a week or two the senior midshipman, and had occupied the president's chair with reluctance, at once left it. they had not expected him until the next day, or he would not have taken it. edgar had that morning particularly asked the others as a personal favour to give condor a hearty welcome on his return.
"i think you will find him a much more pleasant fellow than he was before," he said. "at any rate he has been punished heavily, and i think that you ought to welcome him heartily."
wilkinson and two or three of the older midshipmen had gone in several times to see condor, and had been pleased at the friendly way in which he had spoken of blagrove. there had, however, been little talk between them, for condor had not seemed disposed for conversation. condor walked to his accustomed seat at the head of the table.[pg 194]
"i hope things will go on better than they have done," he said gruffly. "all i can say is, it sha'n't be my fault if they don't;" and without more words he proceeded to cut up the salt meat placed in front of him. for a short time the conversation was constrained, and it was evident that those who spoke were talking for the sake of talking; but this soon wore off, and by the end of the meal even the youngest mids were talking and laughing with a feeling that somehow a change had come over the place. a quarter of an hour after the meal had ended, a boat was lowered.
"mr. wilkinson, you will take charge," the first officer said. "mr. blagrove, you will accompany the captain on shore."
a few minutes later they reached the landing-place. a number of men at once crowded round to proffer their services, and the captain said:
"choose one of them for a guide, mr. blagrove. ask him to take us to our embassy."
edgar at once chose a quiet-looking turk, and, to the latter's surprise, addressed him in his own language. the others fell back disappointed, and the guide soon conducted them to the embassy.
"i shall not want you here, blagrove. i shall be engaged for at least a couple of hours. you can either stroll about and have a look round or go back to the boat as you please. it is now two o'clock; call again here for me at four."
cairo had prepared edgar for constantinople, and indeed he thought the former city more picturesque in the variety of costume than the latter. the views from the hill of pera, whether looking up the golden horn, across it at stamboul, over to scutari and the shores of the sea of marmora, or up the bosphorus, were beautiful beyond[pg 195] anything that he had ever seen, and leaving the exploration of the city for another day, he sat down under the shade of some cypress trees close to a turkish cemetery and entered into a conversation with the guardian of the tombs, who pointed out the various mosques and places of interest to him. at the end of two hours he repaired to the embassy. presently a dragoman came down and asked him if his name was blagrove, and on his replying in the affirmative, said that sir sidney smith had ordered him to say that he could return in the boat to the ship, for that he would dine ashore, and the boat was to be at the wharf at ten o'clock.
sir sidney smith remained two months at constantinople. his duty, in conjunction with his brother, mr. seymour smith, was to engage the sultan in an active alliance with england, and to concert, as a naval officer, the best plan to be pursued to render that alliance effective. the former portion of the commission had already been carried almost to a successful termination by his brother, and the treaty was signed on the first week of january, 1799. the details of the latter were arrived at in the course of several meetings between sir sidney smith and the turkish pasha and admiral. to these latter meetings edgar always accompanied his chief as interpreter, sir sidney preferring his services to those of the dragoman of the embassy, as he was better able to understand and explain the naval points discussed.
the porte, indeed, was able to do but little towards aiding in the naval operations. two bomb ships and seventeen gun-boats were all the vessels that they were able to produce, but it was some time before they would agree to place these entirely under sir sidney smith's command. ahmed pasha, or, as he was generally called, djezzar pasha—djezzar meaning the butcher, from the cruel and brutal[pg 196] nature of the man—the governor of syria, was in constantinople at the time, and was present at these meetings. he was aware that napoleon was marching against him; and although usually he paid but little attention to the porte, or recognized any orders received from it, he had now hurried there to represent the situation and ask for assistance.
bonaparte lost no time after hearing that djezzar had sent forward a force to occupy the fort of el-a'rich in the desert, between syria and egypt, and on the 8th of february set out with 12,428 men for the conquest of syria. djezzar, who had returned to his pachalik, having early news of the movement, despatched a force, consisting principally of cavalry, to support the garrison of el-a'rich, and they were joined there by ibrahim bey with a force of mamelukes. the march of the french was painful, and they suffered greatly from thirst. however, they defeated the turk and mameluke cavalry with heavy loss, and el-a'rich at once surrendered. the garrison were allowed to depart on undertaking not to serve again, and four days later the army entered palestine, and believed that their fatigues and sufferings were at an end.
two days later, however, a cold rain set in, and the troops, who had been suffering greatly from heat, felt the change painfully. on the 3rd of march they arrived in front of jaffa. a turk was sent in to summon the garrison to surrender. the commandant simply ordered his head to be struck off and sent no reply. the fire of the field artillery in a few hours effected breaches at several points. the french, in spite of opposition, burst into the town, which was given up to sack, and a large number of the inhabitants, as well as the soldiers, were massacred. between 3000 and 4000 prisoners were taken, among these doubtless were[pg 197] some of those who had been allowed to march away from el-a'rich. the difficulties in the way of provisioning the army were great. many were ill from the effects of the change of climate, and the position was becoming serious.
to feed 3000 or 4000 prisoners added greatly to the difficulties, and napoleon took a step which has been a foul blot on his reputation. they were marched into a vast square formed of french troops; as soon as all had entered the fatal square the troops opened fire upon them, and the whole were massacred. the terrible slaughter occupied a considerable time; and when their cartridge-boxes were emptied, the french soldiers had to complete the massacre with their bayonets. of the whole of these victims one only, a mere youth, asked for mercy; the rest met their fate with heroic calmness and resolution. napoleon's excuse for this hideous massacre was that the soldiers had broken the engagement they took at el a'rich, but this applied to only a very small proportion of the garrison, and the massacre was wholly indefensible, for if unable to feed his prisoners, they should have been allowed to depart unarmed to seek subsistence for themselves.
the effects of this horrible massacre recoiled upon those who perpetrated it. the great number of dead bodies speedily tainted the air, and the maladies from which the troops suffered became vastly more serious, and the plague broke out among them and carried off a considerable number. kleber's division made a reconnaissance towards jerusalem, but the people of nablous and the mountaineers assailed them with so terrible a fire, as they endeavoured to make their way up the narrow valleys, that they were forced to retire and join the main body of the army. when the french marched from jaffa there were still many of their[pg 198] men stricken with the plague in hospital. napoleon has been accused of having had these poisoned.
the statement has been repeated over and over again, and has been as often vehemently denied, among others by bonaparte himself. it still remains, and always will remain, doubtful. there can be no doubt that the transport of plague-stricken men would have been a source of danger to the whole army; and as very few of those once attacked by the plague ever recovered, but few would have benefited by the operation, while the condition of the great majority would have been rendered still more hopeless and painful by the journey. upon the other hand, had they been left behind they would assuredly have been massacred by the inhabitants, who had suffered so terribly at the hands of the french. rather than be so left, the unfortunate men would assuredly have vastly preferred some painless form of death at the hands of their friends. the probabilities are that all the sick, whose final recovery was considered by the surgeons as within the limits of probability, were taken on, and that those whose cases were absolutely hopeless were not allowed to fall alive into the hands of their foes.
napoleon's position was an extremely difficult one. he had shown much solicitude for the wounded. when the whole army were panic-stricken at the outbreak, he had himself visited the hospitals, been present at operations, talked encouragingly to the sick, and had done all in his power to relieve their condition. but he could keep the army no longer in the tainted air of jaffa. he could not take men at the point of death away with him to communicate the malady to those who had so far escaped, nor could he leave them to be murdered in their beds by the infuriated population. it is uncertain really what course was taken;[pg 199] but it must be assumed that napoleon, who was always anxious to win the affection and regard of his troops, would, putting all other matters aside, not have perpetrated any act that would have been condemned by the soldiers of his army.
