A Smuggler Tale of the Romney Marsh - Thorndike Russell (хороший книги онлайн бесплатно txt) 📗
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the innermost hearts of the Dymchurch folk, who at this period of history knew more about wool-running, demon riders, and Calais customs than anything else. Add to this the admiration that they had always borne toward Clegg, only surpassed by their dread of him, and couple this with Doctor Syn?s popularity and the Scarecrow?s ingenuity, not forgetting the remark in the sermon about King?s evidence, and the cleric?s escape was assured. For Doctor Syn could give evidence to hang them all, and although they thought that he was sportsman enough to hold his tongue if it came to a crisis, they didn?t like to risk it; for Clegg had proved himself true enough to his friends but utterly criminal toward his foes. For all these reasons they put up a fight, and a sharp fight it was.
There was a rumour that Doctor Syn and Sexton Mipps had taken cover in one of the smugglers? retreats at the Ship Inn, and although Mrs. Waggetts innocently protested against it, the order was given to ransack the place from
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cellar to attic. But it was none so easy to ransack such a rambling old house, defended as it was by desperate ruffians fighting for the secrets of their livelihood, for since Doctor Syn had hidden the wool-running scheme under his black gown money had flowed freely among the Dymchurch men. But the blood of the redcoats was up, for three of their number had been badly wounded, so when they eventually got possession of the inn they showed Mrs. Waggetts? property no mercy. And for Mrs. Waggetts herself?well, the rage of the redcoats was so uncontrolled when the old house was found stacked with smuggled goods that they cursed her for an old witch and hanged her from the old Ship sign above the door.
Meantime a lugger was trying to catch the breeze, trying to get out of the great bay to the open sea; but the wind had failed, so certain men aboard got out the oars and pulled away with a will. Then some fool lit one of the piled beacons on the shore. Others were lighted, and the flames shot up along the
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wall to Littlestone, and the King?s men managed to launch the preventer?s cutter and chase the lugger. The men routed out of the Ship Inn crowded to the wall to hinder the King?s men, but Collyer was in command and bravely kept his men?s heads for them amid a hail of bullets from the sea-wall.
The cutter was not long in swinging alongside the lugger, and Collyer clambered aboard, with three or four of his men armed with pistols and cutlasses. The men on the lugger had stopped rowing when they saw that they had no chance of escape, and as soon as the captain hailed them they surrendered sullenly.
The men at the oars were ordered into the cutter, and then the captain turned to the cabin. Outside the door sat Sexton Mipps with his blunderbuss lying across his knees, ready to hand. But he appeared quite calm, and was enjoying his short clay pipe.
?Good evening, Captain,? he said. ?Coming out fishing with us, are you??
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?Lay that blunderbuss of yours on the deck,? answered the captain, ?and step aboard the cutter after your pals.?
?I should like to know what you be,? said Mr. Mipps, ?to order a respectable parish sexton about.?
?You won?t make it easier for yourself, my man, by lugging back,? said the captain. ?I know quite enough about you to send you to the gibbet.?
?May I ask what?? replied the sexton, pulling away at his pipe.
?I?ve been having a look at that coffin shop of yours, and I?ve seen enough there to get you a free rope from the government; so come along and make the best of a bad job.?
Mipps pulled desperately at his short clay pipe and sent over his lap a heavy cloud of tobacco smoke. Under cover of this his fingers were stealing toward the trigger of the blunderbuss. He was calculating his chances, for there were
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three pistols pointing at him from the King?s men. If he was shot, he meant to take the captain with him.
?There?s one chance of saving your dirty carcass,? went on the captain, not noticing those crafty fingers moving.
?What?s that?? said the sexton behind the blue curtain of tobacco smoke.
?There?s one man I?d a deal sooner hang than you, and that?s Clegg. Tell me where Doctor Syn is and I?ll give you twenty-four hours to make yourself scarce.?
?Thank you kindly,? went on the sexton, ?but I ain?t no wish to make myself scarce. I?m quite happy where I am, and if you?ve a fancy to make yourself scarce, I?ll be happier still.?
Just then there was a noise below of singing, and something splashed into the sea. The captain looked over the side and saw a black bottle. It was not a
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dark night, and he could see it floating away toward the shore, where the beacons were alight.
?He?s in that cabin!? the captain shouted. ?He threw that rum bottle out of the stern hole.?
?If he is there,? replied the sexton, ?I wouldn?t advise you nor any other of my friends to go in, for it?ll be the worse for you if you do. Hark! he?s in song to-night, and when Clegg?s in song, you can take it from me that he?s in a devil of a mood.?
From the cabin came that horrible song:
?Here?s to the feet wot have walked the plank, Yo ho! for the dead man?s throttle.?
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And then words were uttered in a drunken voice, the voice of a drunkard in terror.
?It?s the drink! There?s nobody there, there?s nobody in this cabin, I say. It?s a shadow, nothing but a shadow. He couldn?t have got here. It?s a shadow risen from hell to mock me, I say. He couldn?t have got off that reef. There was nothing for him to live upon but the filthy body of the yellow cook, and would even the foulest man eat food not fit for sharks? There was nothing else. I can hear the surf now breaking into the lagoon. There, listen! There, hark at him cursing! It?s no use, tell him. The crew?s afraid of me. They?re only muttering, they daren?t speak again, for I?ve settled with Pete, the yellow cook?broke his spine in with a capstan bar. How it did get wedged between the bone. I tore it out with my nails. There goes Pete?s body over the side into the clear water. Ugh! what a horrible splash it makes! The water doesn?t seem to hide him much! There?s his ugly yellow face still! Why don?t the water hide him? It
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hides lots of other ugly things, damn it! The breeze, thank God! We are slipping away, faster, faster. The coral reef is sinking into the deep sea. The marooned scoundrel, the damned mulatto, can?t throw a harpoon from there, he can?t! He?s dead already! Cram on the canvas, every inch! Get up aloft! Won?t take my orders, eh? Get up! Get up! I?ll teach you who Clegg is! Ah! look there! There?s something following the ship. What a horrible face it has! My God, it?s yellow! Horrible! It?s coming out of the sea! It?s creeping over the stern, along the deck! It?s coming to the roundhouse! Lock the door! No! No! It?s here inside the roundhouse. You?ve locked it in with me, you fools! You cowards, it?s following me round! It isn?t him! It isn?t him! It?s a shadow?a damned silly shadow. Where?s the rum? Mipps, you damned little pirate, where have you hid the rum?
?Here?s to the corpses floating round in the tank;
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And the dead man?s teeth in the bottle.?
The song turned into a scream of agony. There was the noise of a soul-sickening thud, and something leaped through the cabin door, tumbling Mr. Mipps all over in a heap. The three pistols of the King?s men flashed, another scream tore the air, and a tall figure sprang high into the night and disappeared into the sea.
