Hardly had the fleet taken up its
position, when I saw on the land side a great army
of Indians march down to the edge of the river and
pitch their camp at the end of the sandy neck, so as
to cut off all chance of escape from the defenders
of the fort.
These, as I found out, were Morattoes,
the king of that country, though not friendly to the
English, having agreed to join them in this enterprise.
Indeed, it appeared that the pirates themselves were
revolted subjects of this king, having their origin
in the treachery of one Angria, the Morattoe admiral,
who cast off his allegiance and seized and fortified
divers strong places along the coast, where he set
up an independent power. For this reason the Morattoes
had despatched an army under their principal general,
Ramagee Punt, to assist in extirpating the pirates
and regaining their former dominions.
As soon as the ships had swung to
their anchors I saw a boat put off, bearing a flag
of truce, to summon the pirates to yield up their
fastness. But this proposal evidently miscarried,
for the boat returned shortly, without any motions
being made towards a surrender. At the same time
I saw the gate on the landward side of the fortress
opened and a chieftain wearing a rich dress come forth,
accompanied by a train of attendants, and cross over
the sand spit into the Morattoes’ camp, from
which he did not return that night.
This looked to me like a piece of
treachery, as though the pirates were seeking to make
terms with their fellow-countrymen behind the backs
of the English. No doubt this transaction bore
the same look to those on board the fleet, for when
I came up on deck in the morning to see if any change
had taken place during the night, I was astonished
to see the space between the Morattoes’ camp
and the sand spit covered with tents, in which were
about two thousand troops newly landed from the fleet,
the last of the boats that had put them ashore being
then half-way back, and rowing right round the grabs
and gallivats, which were moored altogether close
in under the walls of the fortress. It was not
difficult for me to guess that this bold exploit was
the work of Colonel Clive, who had thus placed himself
between his treacherous allies and the enemy, effectually
putting a stop to all underhand communications between
them. And I learned afterwards that but for this
determined action on his part, the fortress would have
been delivered up to Ramagee Punt that very morning,
and the English excluded from all share of the prize.
I saw some messengers pass to and
fro between the ships and the land, but nothing seemed
to come of it, and finally, about ten o’clock
I saw a signal run up on the Talisman, and
immediately the side of every ship drove forth a vast
cloud of smoke across the water, and the air was shaken
by the discharge of at least three hundred guns.
Now the cowardice of the pirates was
made manifest, for instead of manning their own fleet,
which might have given much trouble if well handled,
they left it exposed to the British fire, and withdrew
behind the walls of their fort, from which they made
a feeble reply to the broadsides of the squadron.
The consequence was that before long one of the shells
from the fleet set fire to a large grab, and the whole
of the pirates’ vessels, being made fast side
by side, caught fire together, and were burnt to the
water’s edge, amid a continual noise of explosions
every time the flames reached a loaded cannon or a
powder barrel. Thus was destroyed in a few hours
a navy which had for fifty years been the terror of
the Malabar coast, and had preyed upon the commerce
of every nation trading in those seas.
So taken up was I in watching this
scene of destruction that I did not at first notice
what was happening to the Fair Maid. Being
anchored some way off the other vessels, and further
up towards the sand spit, we escaped the damage that
had been done to them, but now we attracted the attention
of the British Fleet, and those on board naturally
considering us as a prize captured by the pirates,
one of the ships began to open fire on us, and sent
a ball clean through the deck.
Up to this time the crew had lain
inactive, taking no part in the fight. My cousin
had gone ashore into the fort the night before, taking
a part of the ship’s company with him, and had
not returned. The boatswain was left in command,
with about twenty men under him, and these now began
to see that they were in a trap, being too few to
fight the ship to any purpose, while any attempt to
land would expose them to a destructive fire either
from the fleet or from Mr. Clive’s troops, which
would come along the sand spit to cut them off.
In this extremity old Muzzy took what
was perhaps the boldest resolution any man could have
come to. He decided to set sail, and pass right
between the fort and the ships, running the gauntlet
of the whole squadron, and thus escape down the river
and out to the open sea. The breeze blowing out
to sea, as it always does for the first half of the
day on this coast, the plan seemed a good one, if once
they could pass through the fire of the squadron.
This course commending itself to the
crew, the sails were hoisted accordingly, I lending
a hand, for I had no desire either to take refuge
with the pirates or to be sunk where we were; and having
slipped our cable the Fair Maid got under weigh.
This proceeding must have struck surprise into those
who were watching us, for the frigate which had commenced
to bombard us at once stopped fire, and waited to
see what we would do. As we had no colours flying,
it was difficult for them to know what we would be
at, or whether we did not mean to surrender.
Had we been only concerned with the fleet, our best
course might have been to hoist the Union Jack; but
in that case we had to fear the guns of the fort,
close under which we meant to pass.
In this way we got along till we were
right in the range of fire between the ships and the
fort, and here for a minute all seemed over with us
and I had fairly given myself up for lost. A whole
broadside of thirty guns was fired right across us,
and the only thing that saved us from being sunk instantly
was our lying so low on the water that the bullets,
being aimed at the walls of the fort, passed over
our heads. As it was they did great damage to
the rigging. The main topmast was shot away,
the shrouds were torn to threads, and the gaff of
the fore-topsail was badly wounded. Luckily for
us the next vessel of the squadron had discharged
its broadside just before we came into the line of
fire, and the third merely signalled to know if we
would surrender. Old Muzzy refused to answer
the signal, and his conduct in this, and in not using
the Fair Maid’s own guns, clearly puzzled
those on board the fleet.
By this time we had begun to round
the corner of the rock, and paying away before the
wind to go down the river, presented our stern to the
remaining ships of the squadron. One of them gave
us a broadside, but it was ill-directed, and only
three balls took effect. They had aimed this
time at the hull, luckily for the Fair Maid,
as she could ill have stood another discharge at her
rigging, and though the tiller was shot away, and
some damage was done to the stern, it was not serious
enough to cripple her.
But just as we were beginning to breathe
we were dismayed at suddenly receiving a bullet from
one of the guns of the fort, which ploughed right
into the deck within two feet of where I stood.
I looked up astonished, and beheld my cousin Rupert,
with the match still in his hand, looking over to
watch the effect of his shot. The other men on
board caught sight of him at the same moment, and a
howl went up at this act of cold-blooded treachery.
One of the fellows snatched up a loaded musket which
lay on the deck, and discharged it at him, and I had
the satisfaction to see him fall back swiftly, but
whether actually struck by the bullet or no I could
not tell.
Distracted by this unlooked-for attack,
we had not noticed a fresh danger from the fleet.
But now we perceived that the launch of the Admiral’s
own ship, the Talisman, had been manned, and
was bearing right down on us, the men on board coming
with great coolness and daring right past the guns
of the fort. In this they were fortunately protected
by the fact that the gunners were all engaged in replying
to the fire of the fleet, which lay anchored above,
and we being now past the direct line of fire, and
out on the middle of the river, the garrison paid
no attention to us. However, the launch would
have had no chance of overtaking us but for the unlucky
accident to the tiller, which had made the Fair
Maid unmanageable for the moment, and caused her
to come up to the wind. They were thus able to
draw very near us before the man at the helm had contrived
to rig up a makeshift tiller out of a splinter off
the gunwale. Just as he began to get the ship’s
head round again the launch approached within hailing
distance, and bade us surrender.
Old Muzzy strictly forbidding any
reply, they fired a bullet at us from a small swivel
gun in the bows. Thereupon one of the crew the
same man who had fired at Rupert wanted
to discharge the Fair Maid’s stern gun
at them; but this the boatswain would not permit.
“If we’re caught running
away, they may let us off,” he said prudently;
“but if we’re caught after firing on the
king’s uniform, it’s hanging for every
mother’s son of us.”
The men saw the wisdom of this, and
now the sails began to draw again, and give a fair
chance of leaving the launch behind. No sooner
did this happen, than I experienced a keen feeling
of regret. I had aided heartily in our escape
so far, believing it to be the only thing I could
do, but now I thought I saw a chance of being restored
to my ship I could not resist the temptation.
I measured the distance between the Fair Maid
and the launch with my eye, and, though a poor swimmer,
considered I might manage to keep afloat till the launch
should pick me up. I turned round, shook hands
with old Muzzy, and before he knew what I had in mind,
plunged over the side into the water.
I heard a cry go up from the crew,
who at first thought it was an accident, my zeal in
helping to work the ship having put it out of their
minds that I was merely a prisoner. However, they
had too much to do in looking after their own escape
to give much thought to me; and in the end they got
very fairly away, and disappeared outside the river’s
mouth.
In the meantime the launch came on towards me, and then a
thing happened which I may truly say brought my heart into my mouth. For
one of the marines in her, looking on me no doubt as one of the pirates, raised
his musket and aimed it directly at my head. The sun was behind me, but
fell full upon his face, and I could see the narrowing of his eye as he took
aim, also the flash of the sunlight along the barrel. I had made up my
mind that I was a dead man, and was even hoping that my death would be too swift
for me to feel the pain of the wound, when I saw the gun struck up and heard the
voice of Irish Mick crying out in a mixture of terror and laughter
“Sure, don’t you know him? It’s
the little purser!”
The recognition came almost as near
killing as saving me, for in their amazement the men
of the launch ceased rowing, and as in my expectancy
of death I had lost all power of motion I was like
to have been drowned. However, they rescued me
just in time, and welcomed me on board with a heartiness
which did much to make amends for the suffering I
had gone through since I had left their company.
I told them my story, and had to tell
it again to Mr. Griffiths and the purser when I reached
the ship. Mr. Sanders received me coldly, and
pronounced that I had been rightly served for hankering
after my former evil companions, but the lieutenant
spoke to me more kindly, and praised me for my refusal
to join myself to the privateers, or rather pirates,
for such they were now openly become.
I claimed his promise to let me take
part in the fighting, to which he willingly consented;
though, indeed, there was but little glory to be gained,
as the pirates were now so cowed as to have pretty
well ceased to return our fire, and before night they
had made some fresh attempts towards a capitulation.
It fell through, however, and our
bombardment was renewed the following day. The
castle was so strong, the walls being hewn in many
places out of the solid rock that we were unable to
make much impression, but luckily if their walls were
strong, the hearts of the pirates were too weak to
prolong the defence, and it became merely a question
of whether they should surrender to us or to Ramagee
Punt. The Morattoes struggled hard, but Colonel
Clive stood at his post like a wall between them and
the fort, and after two days the pirates saw that
they had met their master, and opened the gates to
him.
As soon as I knew that Mr. Clive’s
force would be the first to enter, I took Mr. Griffiths
aside, and explained to him that there was an Englishwoman,
in whom I was interested, inside the fortress, and
after I had related the whole story to him he sent
me ashore to the camp to lay the case before Mr. Clive.
That brave man who was
good enough to express his pleasure at seeing me safe
again heard me with great attention.
As soon as I had told my story he turned to his secretary.
“Mr. Scrafton, you have heard
what this young man says. I desire you will send
at once for Angria’s envoy, and tell him that
if I find one hair of this girl’s head has been
injured I will hang him from his own walls.”
He spoke this in a stern and terrible
manner, which imparted some fear even to me.
Within an hour the message came back from the pirates’
chief that the Colonel’s orders should be strictly
obeyed.
This was while the negotiations for
the surrender were still in progress. By the
end of the second day’s bombardment all was over,
and Colonel Clive marched into the place at the head
of 800 English and 1,000 Indian soldiers, who formed
his whole army. I was allowed to enter at the
same time.
We found the pirates drawn up inside
to the number of several thousands. In so vast
a crowd I could not distinguish the faces of any of
the Fair Maid men, nor was there a sign to be
seen of my cousin Rupert. Out of a feeling of
shame I had concealed from Colonel Clive that this
villain was among the pirates, but I made a strict
search for him presently all through the place, without
any result. I could only conclude that he must
have been killed during the siege, unless he had made
his escape in some way not easy to guess.
As soon as we had passed through the
ranks of the pirates, whom Mr. Clive ordered to be
disarmed and handed over to their Morattoe countrymen,
we came into the inner court of the place, where we
found Angria himself, surrounded by his chief men.
He was a tall, handsome Indian, with a fierce, threatening
countenance, surmounted by a crimson turban, which
blazed with rich gems. His whole treasure lay
beside him, and amounted, when it came to be reckoned
up, to L120,000, which was divided among the fleet
and army, I getting L6 for my own share. It was
considered a paltry booty by the men, and some hinted
that the officers had taken more than their portion.
There was also a dispute between the two services
as to the amount of Mr. Clive’s share, which
the army insisted should be equal to a rear-admiral’s,
while the navy would not allow it to be more than a
post-captain’s. In order to settle the
matter Admiral Watson very handsomely offered to make
up the difference out of his own share, which the Colonel
with equal handsomeness declined; and so the affair
passed off.
But the greatest prize we gained in
that action, to my thinking, was the woman whom I
found crouched in terror upon the floor of a dark,
stifling hut, built against one of the walls of the
castle, and expecting every moment to find herself
in the clutches of some savage enemy. For Rupert
had cruelly forborne to tell her that the fortress
was besieged by an English fleet, and when I entered
the place where she was confined, she no doubt believed
me to be some marauder of the same stamp as those
among whom she had been kept a prisoner.
I stepped up beside her with a bursting
heart, and laid a hand upon her shoulder.
“Marian,” I said, “I
am Athelstane Ford, who has come to set you free.”
She trembled all over as she gave
a quick look up at me, and then rose tottering on
to her feet. And when I saw her face, how it was
all shrunken from its former roundness, and the colour
had gone from her cheeks, and the brightness from
her eyes, as she stood there before me, with her dress
all dishevelled, and her beautiful long hair ragged
and wild, the tears started to my eyes, and I swore
a deep oath that if my cousin Rupert ever met me face
to face again he should not depart alive.
“Athelstane,” she said
presently, when we had stood gazing at each other
like that for above a minute, “that detestable
villain who is your kinsman has cruelly used me and
betrayed me; but I believe you are a true man.
Take me to my father, and I will bless the day that
I ever saw you first.” And before I knew
what she would be at, she had knelt down and kissed
my hand, with a passion of weeping, that proud, beautiful
creature whom I had last seen in all the glory of her
youth and loveliness, the jewel of her native town.
I raised her up tenderly, and drew
her forth out of that vile place. A week later
the Admiral carried his fleet back to Bombay; but I
had got my discharge, and was with Marian on board
the sloop Thetis, of twenty-six guns, bound
for the river Hooghley with despatches.