The Adventures of Don Lavington Part 21

"Jem!"

"I often said I wished I could be took away, but I didn't mean it, Mas'

Don; I didn't mean it. What will my Sally do?"

"Jem, are you mad?" shouted Don. "This darkness--this cellar. It's all black, and I can't think; my head aches, and it's all strange. Don't play tricks. Try and open the door and let's go."

"What, don't you know what it all means, Mas' Don?" groaned Jem.

"No, I don't seem as if I could think. What does it mean?"

"Mean, my lad? Why, the press-gang's got us, and unless we can let 'em know at home, we shall be took aboard s.h.i.+p and sent off to sea."

"What?"

The light had come--the mental light which drove away the cloud of darkness which had obscured Don Lavington's brain. He could think now, and he saw once more the dark lane, the swinging lanthorn, and felt, as it were, the struggle going on; and then, sitting up with his hands to his throbbing head, he listened to a low moaning sound close at hand.

"Jem," he said. "Jem! Why don't you speak?"

There was no answer, for it was poor Jem's turn now; the injuries he had received in his desperate struggle for liberty had had their effect, and he lay there insensible to the great trouble which had come upon him, while it grew more terrible to Don, in the darkness of that cellar, with every breath he drew.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

PRISONERS.

"What's the matter?" cried Don, starting up, as there was the sound of bolts being shot back, and a light shone in upon the darkness.

Don could hardly believe it possible, but it was quite true. In spite of pain and anxiety, weariness had mastered him, and he had been asleep.

As the light shone in, Don could see Jem lying, apparently asleep, but in a very uncomfortable position, and that they were in a low, arched cellar, one which at some time had been used for storing casks; for in one corner there were some mouldy staves, and, close by, a barrel, whose hoops seemed to have slipped down, so that it was in a state of collapse.

He had no time to see more, for half a dozen well-armed sailors came in after a bluff-looking man, who crossed at once to the prisoners.

"Hold the lanthorn here," he said sharply. "Now let's have a look at you."

He examined their injuries in an experienced way, roughly, but not unkindly.

"All right, my lad," he said to Don; "you will not die this time. Now you."

He spent longer over Jem, who roused up and looked at him curiously, as if he did not quite understand.

"Been rather rough with this one, my lads."

"Couldn't help it," said one of the sailors; "he fote so hard. So did this young chap too."

"Nothing wrong with him, I daresay," said the bluff man. "No bones broken. All right in a day or two."

Don had been silent while Jem was examined, for he felt that this man was either a doctor, or one who knew something about surgery; but as soon as he had finished, the boy, whose indignation had been growing, turned to him haughtily.

"Now, sir!" he exclaimed, "have the goodness to explain the meaning of this outrage."

"c.o.c.k-a-doodle-doo!" cried the bluff man.

"It is nothing to laugh at, sir. I insist upon knowing why we have been ill-used and dragged here by your men."

"Well crowed, my young c.o.c.kerel," said the bluff man, laughing. "They said you fought well with your fists, so you can with your tongue."

"Insulting us now you have us down will not save you," cried Don fiercely.

"No, my lord," said the bluff man, as Jem rose up, shook his head, and stood by Don.

The men laughed.

"You coward!" cried Don in hot anger; "but you shall all suffer for it.

My uncle will set the law to work, and have you all punished."

"Really, this is growing serious," said the bluff man in mock alarm.

"You will find it no laughing matter. You have made a mistake this time; so now let us go at once."

"Well, I would with pleasure, my n.o.ble captain," said the bluff man, with mock solemnity; "but his Majesty is in sore need just now of some das.h.i.+ng young fellows who can fight; and he said to our first lieutenant, 'short of men, Mr Morrison? Dear me, are you? Well then, the best thing you can do is to send round Bristol city, and persuade a few of the brave and daring young fellows there to come on board my good s.h.i.+p _Great Briton_, and help me till I've settled my quarrel with my enemies,' so we have persuaded you."

"You are adding insult to what you have done, sir. Now let us pa.s.s.

You and your miserable press-gang shall smart for this. Stand aside, sir."

"What, after taking all this trouble? Hardly."

"Here, I'm all right again now, Mas' Don. Press-gang, eh?" cried Jem.

"Here, let me get at him."

Jem made a dash at the bluff man, but his arms were seized, and he was held back, struggling hard.

"Ah, I wish we had fifty of you," said the bluff man. "Don't hurt him, my lads. There, there, steady; you can't do anything. That will do.

Save your strength to fight for the king."

"You cowards!" cried Jem, who suddenly turned so faint that the men easily mastered him, laid him on his back, and one held him down, while another held Don till the rest had pa.s.sed out, the bluff man only standing at the entrance with another holding up the light.

"Come along," he shouted; and the man who held Jem left him, and ran out.

"Do you hear?" cried the bluff man again. "Come along!"

"How can I, when he's sticking on like a rat?" growled the man who held Don. "Did you ever see such a young ruffian?"

The bluff man took a stride or two forward, gripped Don by the shoulder, and forced him from his hold.

"Don't be a young fool," he said firmly, but not unkindly. "It's plucky, but it's no good. Can't you see we're seven to one?"

"I don't care if you're a hundred," raged Don, struggling hard, but vainly.