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At this affront Mr Easthupp rallied, and accepted the pistol offered by the gunner.
“You ear those words, Mr Biggs; pretty language to use to a gentleman. You shall ear from me, sir, as soon as the ship is paid off. I purtest no longer, Mr Tallboys; death before dishonour. I’m a gentleman, damme!”
At all events, the swell was not a very courageous gentleman, for he trembled most exceedingly as he pointed his pistol.
The gunner gave the word, as if he were exercising the great guns on board ship.
“Cock your locks!’-“Take good aim at the object!’ “Fire!”-“Stop your vents!”
The only one of the combatants who appeared to comply with the latter supplementary order was Mr Easthupp, who clapped his hand to his trousers behind, gave a loud yell, and then dropped down; the bullet having passed clean through his seat of honour, from his having presented his broadside as a target to the boatswain as he faced towards our hero. Jack’s shot had also taken effect, having passed through both the boatswain’s cheeks, without further mischief than extracting two of his best upper double teeth, and forcing through the hole of the further cheek the boatswain’s own quid of tobacco. As for Mr Easthupp’s ball, as he was very unsettled, and shut his eyes before he fired, it had gone the Lord knows where.
The purser’s steward lay on the ground and screamed - the boatswain spit his double teeth and two or three mouthfuls of blood ut, and then threw down his pistols in a rage.
“A pretty business, by God,” sputtered he; “he’s put my pipe out. How the devil am I to pipe to dinner when I’m ordered, all my wind Iscaping through the cheeks?”
In the meantime, the others had gone to the assistance of the purser’s steward, who continued his vociferations. They examined hi-in, and considered a wound in that part not to be dangerous.
“Hold your confounded bawling,” cried the gunner, “or you’ll have the guard down here: you’re not hurt.”
“Han’t hi?” roared the steward: “Oh, let me die, let me die; don’t move me!”
“Nonsense,” cried the gunner, “you must get up and walk down to the boat; if you don’t we’ll leave you-hold your tongue, confound you. You won’t? then I’ll give you something to halloo for.”
Whereupon Mr Tallboys commenced cuffing the poor wretch right and left, who received so many swinging boxes of the ear that he was soon reduced to merely pitiful plaints of “Oh dear!-such inhumanity-I purtest-oh dear! must I get up? I can’t, indeed.”
“I do not think he can move, Mr Tallboys,” said Gascoigne; “I should think the best plan would be to call up two of the men from the cooperage, and let them take him at once to the hospital.”
The gunner went down to the cooperage to call the men. Mr Biggs, who had bound up his face as if he had a toothache, for the bleeding had been very slight, came up to the purser’s steward.
“What the hell are you making such a howling about? Look at me, with two shot-holes through my figure head, while you have only got one in your stem: I wish I could change with you, by heavens, for I could use my whistle then-now if I attempt to pipe, there will be such a wasteful expenditure of his Majesty’s stores of wind, that I never shall get out a note. A wicked shot of yours, Mr Easy.”
“I really am very sorry,” replied Jack, with a polite bow, “and I beg to offer my best apology.”
During this conversation, the purser’s steward felt very faint, and thought he was going to die.
“Oh dear! oh dear! what a fool I was; I never was a gentleman-only a swell: I shall die; I never will pick a pocket again-never-never–God forgive me!”
“Why, confound the fellow,” cried Gascoigne, “so you were apickpocket, were you?”
“I never will again,” replied the fellow in a faint voice. “Hi’ll hamend and lead a good life-a drop of water—oh! lagged at last!”
Then the poor wretch fainted away: and Mr Tallboys coming up with the men, he was taken on their shoulders and walked off to the hospital, attended by the gunner and also the boatswain, who thought he might as well have a little medical advice before he went on board.
“Well, Easy,” said Gascoigne, collecting the pistols and tying them up in his handkerchief, “I’ll be shot but we’re in a pretty scrape; there’s no hushing this up. I’ll be hanged if I care, it’s the best piece of fun I ever met with.” And at the remembrance of it Gascoigne laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks. Jack’s mirth was not quite so excessive, as he was afraid that the purser’s steward was severely hurt, and expressed his fears.
“At all events, you did not hit him,” replied Gascoigne: “all you have to answer for is the boatswain’s mug,-I think you’ve stopped his jaw for the future.”
“I’m afraid that our leave will be stopped for the future,” replied Jack.
“That we may take our oaths of,” replied Gascoigne.
“Then look you, Ned,” said Easy; “I’ve lots of dollars-we may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, as the saying is, I vote that we do not go on board.”
“Sawbridge will send and fetch us,” replied Ned; “but he must find us first.”
“That won’t take long, for the soldiers will soon have our description and rout us out. We shall be pinned in a couple of days.”
“Confound it, and they say that the ship is to be hove down, and that we shall be here six weeks at least, cooped up on board in a broiling sun, and nothing to do but to watch the pilot fish playing round the rudder and munch bad apricots. I won’t go on board. Look’ye, Jack,” said Gascoigne, “have you plenty of money?”
“I have twenty doubloons, besides dollars,” replied Jack. “Well, then, we will pretend to be so much alarmed at the result of this duel that we dare not show ourselves lest we should be hung. I will write a note and send it to Jolliffe, to say that we have hid ourselves until the affair is blown over, and beg him to intercede with the captain and first lieutenant. I will tell him all the particulars, and refer to the gunner for the truth of it; and then I know that, although we should be punished, they will only laugh. But I will pretend that Easthupp is killed, and we are frightened out of our fives. That will be it, and then let’s get on board one of the speronares which come with fruit from Sicily, sail in the night for Palermo, and then we’ll have a cruise for a fortnight, and when the money is all gone we’ll come back.”
“That’s a capital idea, Ned, and the sooner we do it the better. I will write to the captain, begging him to get me off from being hung, and telling him where we have fled to, and that letter shall be given after we have sailed.”
They were two very nice lads-our hero and Gascoigne.
In which our hero sets off on another cruise, in which he is not blown off shore.
GASCOIGNE and our hero were neither of them in uniform, and they hastened to Nix Mangare stairs, where they soon picked up the padrone of a speronare. They went with him into a wine shop, and with the assistance of a little English from a Maltese boy, whose shirt hung out of his trousers, they made a bargain, by which it was agreed that, for the consideration of two doubloons, he would sail that evening and land them at Gergentif or some other town in Sicily, providing them with something to eat and gregos to sleep upon. Our two midshipmen then went back to the tavern from which they had set off to fight the duel, and ordering a good dinner to be served in a back room, they amused themselves with killing flies, as they talked over the events of the day and waited for their dinner.
As Mr Tallboys did not himself think proper to go on board till the evening, and Mr Biggs also wished it to be dark before he went up the ship’s side, the events of the duel did not transpire till the next morning. Even then it was not known from the boatswain or gunner, but by a hospital mate coming on board to inform the surgeon that there was one of their men wounded under their charge, but that he was doing very well.
Mr Biggs had ascended the side with his face bound up. “Confound that Jack Easy,” said he, “I have only been on leave twice since I sailed from Portsmouth. Once I was obliged to come up the side without my trousers, and show my bare stem to the whole ship’s company, and now I am coming up, and dare not show my figure head.” He reported himself to the officer of the watch, and hastening to his cabin went to bed and lay the whole night awake from pain, thinking what excuse he could possibly make for not coming on deck next morning to his duty.
He was, however, saved this trouble, for Mr Jolliffe brought the letter of Gascoigne up to Mr Sawbridge, and the captain had received that of our hero.
Captain Wilson came on board and found that Mr Sawbridge could communicate all the particulars of which he had not been acquainted by Jack; and after they had read over Gascoigne’s letter in the cabin, and interrogated Mr Tallboys, who was sent down under an arrest, they gave free vent to their mirth.
“Upon my soul, there’s no end to Mr Easy’s adventures,” said the captain. “I could laugh at the duel, for after all it is nothing-and he would have been let off with a severe reprimand. But the foolish boys have set off in a speronare to Sicily, and how the devil are we to get them back again?’
“They’ll come back, sir,’ replied Sawbridge, “when all their money’s gone.”
“Yes, if they do not get into any more scrapes. That young scamp Gascoigne is as bad as Easy, and now they are together there’s no saying what may happen. I dine at the Governor’s to-day; how he will laugh when I tell him of this new way of fighting a duel!”
“Yes, sir, it is just the thing that will tickle old Tom.”
“We must find out if they have got off the island, Sawbridge, which may not be the case.”
But it was the case. Jack and Gascoigne had eaten a ye good dinner, sent for the monkey to amuse them till it was dark, and there had waited till the padrone came to them.
“What shall we do with the pistols, Easy?”
“Take them with us, and load them before we go-we may want them. Who knows but there may be a mutiny on board of the speronare? I wish we had Mesty with us.”
They loaded the pistols, took a pair each and put them in their waists, concealed under their clothes, divided the ammunition between them, and soon afterwards the padrone came to tell them all was ready.
Whereupon Messrs Gascoigne and Easy paid there bill and rose to depart, but the padrone informed them that he should like to see the colour of their money before they went on board. Jack, very indignant at the insinuation that he had not sufficient cash, pulled out a handful of doubloons, and tossing two to the padrone, and asked him if he was satisfied.
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