other voice spoke abruptly from the room inside, and the casement was suddenly closed. Dona thought rapidly, reckless now of capture, the whole crazy folly of the night rousing in her the old choking sensation of delight she had known months ago when superbly indifferent to gossip and more than a little drunk she had roystered in the streets of London.
Only this time the adventure was real, and not a practical joke, trumped up to alleviate the boredom of the small hours when the London air was stifling, and Harry too insistent in his claims. She turned away from the window, and went to the door, and without hesitation jangled the great bell that hung outside.
The sound was greeted by the immediate barking of dogs, and then footsteps, and the drawing of bolts, and to her consternation Godolphin himself stood there, a taper in his hand, his great bulk filling the doorway. 'What do you want?' he said angrily, 'don't you know the hour, it's close on midnight, and everyone abed.'
Dona crouched back out of the light, as though timid at the reception he gave her. 'Mr. Rashleigh is wanted,' she said, 'they sent me for him. The master is anxious to move the ship now, before the gale worsens.'
'Who is it?' called Philip Rashleigh from within, and all the while the dogs were barking and scratching at her legs, and Godolphin was kicking them back. 'Down, Ranger, you devil, get back, Tancred,' and then, 'Come inside, boy, can't you?'
'No, sir, I'm wet through to the skin, if you would please tell Mr. Rashleigh they have sent for him, from the ship,' and already she began to edge away, for he was staring down at her, his brows drawn together in perplexity, as though there was something about her appearance that he did not understand, that was irregular. Once more Philip Rashleigh called out in irritation from the room within: 'Who the devil is it then, is it Dan Thomas's boy, from Polruan, is it young Jim?'
'Not so fast, then,' called Godolphin, laying a hand upon Dona's shoulder. 'Mr. Rashleigh would talk to you, is your name Jim Thomas?'
'Yes, sir,' said Dona, snatching insanely at the straw he offered her, 'and the matter is urgent, the master says would Mr. Rashleigh go on board at once, there is no time to lose, the ship is in danger. Let me go, sir, I have another message to deliver, my mother is desperately ill, I must run now for a physician.'
But still Godolphin kept his hand on her shoulder, and now he brought the taper close to her face. 'What have you round your head?' he said. 'Are you ill, also, as well as your mother?'
'What is all this nonsense?' shouted Rashleigh, coming into the hall. 'Jim Thomas's mother has been in her grave these ten years. Who is it? What's wrong with the ship?' And now Dona shook herself clear from the hand that held her, and calling to them over her shoulder to make haste, the gale was freshening all the while, she ran across the square and down to the quay, hysterical laughter rising in her throat, with one of Rashleigh's dogs barking at her heels.
She pulled up sharply just short of the quay, taking refuge in the doorway of a cottage, for there was someone standing there by the ladder who had not been before, and he was staring out across the harbour towards the entrance of the creek. He carried a lantern in his hand, and she guessed that he must be the night-watchman of the town, making his rounds, and now, through very cussedness it seemed to her, had taken up a position on the quay. She dared not venture forward until he had gone, and anyway Pierre Blanc would have taken the boat some little distance away, at sight of the night-watchman.
She sheltered there in the doorway, watching the man, and biting at her finger-nails in anxiety, and still he stared out across the harbour towards the creek, as though there was something there which engaged his attention, some movement. A little sick feeling stole over her, for perhaps after all the boarding of the ship had not gone according to plan, and even now the crew of La Mouette were struggling in the water, and their leader with them, or the resistance had been stronger than they had expected, and they were fighting now, on the decks of Rashleigh's ship, and it was these sounds that the night-watchman could hear, straining his eyes across the water. She could do nothing to help them; as it was she had probably drawn suspicion upon herself, and even as she stood there helpless in the doorway she heard the sound of voices, and footsteps, and round the corner of the street came Rashleigh himself and Godolphin, clad in great-coats against the weather, and Rashleigh with a lantern in his hand.
'Ho, there,' he called, and the night-watchman turned at his voice and hurried to meet him.
'Have you seen a lad run this way?' said Rashleigh, but the watchman shook his head. 'I have seen no one,' he said, 'but there is something amiss yonder, sir, it looks as though your vessel had broken away from the buoy.'
'What's that?' said Rashleigh, making towards the quay, and Godolphin, following him, said, 'Then the lad did not lie after all.' Dona crouched back in the doorway. They were past her now, and onto the quay, never once looking in the direction of the cottage. She watched them from the cover of the door, and they were standing with their backs to her, staring across the harbour as the watchman had done, and Godolphin's cape was billowing in the gusty wind, while the rain streamed down upon their heads.
'Look, sir,' called the watchman, 'they are getting sail on her, the master must be going to take her up river.'
'The fellow is crazy,' shouted Rashleigh, 'there are not a dozen men on board, three-quarters of the fellows are sleeping ashore, they'll have her aground before they've finished. Go rouse some of 'em, Joe, we must get all hands on to her. Blast that incompetent fool Dan Thomas, what in the name of the Almighty does he think he is doing.'
He put his hands to his mouth and bellowed across the harbour.
'Ahoy, there! Merry Fortune, ahoy!' and the night-watchman sped across the quay, and seized the rope of a ship's bell that was hanging there beside the lantern, and the sound of it clanged in the air, loud and insistent, compelling enough to waken every sleeping soul in Fowey. Almost at once a window was thrust open in a cottage up the street, and a head looked out and said, 'What ails you, Joe, is anything wrong?' and Rashleigh, stamping up and down in a blind fury shouted back, 'Put your breeches on, damn you, and get your brother too, the Merry Fortune is adrift there in the harbour.'
A figure came out from a doorway in another cottage, struggling into a coat as he emerged, and another man came running down the street, and all the while the ship's bell clanged, and Rashleigh shouted, and the rain and the wind tore at his cloak and the swaying lantern he carried in his hand.
Lights appeared now in the windows of the cottages beneath the church and voices shouted, and voices called, and men appeared from nowhere, running onto the quay. 'Get me a boat, can't you?' yelled Rashleigh, 'put me aboard, one of you, put me aboard.'
Someone was astir in the cottage where Dona had been hiding, she heard the patter of footsteps on the stairs, and she left the doorway and came out upon the quay. In the darkness and confusion, in the whistling wind and the streaming rain, she was only another figure mixing with the rest, staring out towards the ship that with sails hoisted on her yards was bearing down now towards the centre of the channel, her bows pointing to the harbour mouth.
'Look, she's helpless,' cried a voice, 'the tide is taking her to the rocks, they must be mad aboard, or dead drunk, all of them.'
'Why doesn't he wear ship and get up, out of it,' shouted another, and 'Look, the tide has her,' came the answer, and someone else, shrieking in Dona's ear, 'The tide is stronger than the wind yet, the tide has her every time.'
Some of the men were struggling now with the boats moored beneath the quay, she could hear them swear as they fumbled with a frape, and Rashleigh and Godolphin, peering down from the side of the quay, cursed them for the delay. 'Someone's monkey'd here with the frape,' shouted one of the men, 'the rope is parting, someone must have cut it with a knife,' and suddenly Dona had a vision of little Pierre Blanc, grinning to himself in the darkness, while the great bell clanged and jangled on the quay.
'Swim, one of you,' yelled Rashleigh, 'swim and bring me a boat. By God, I'll thrash the fellow who played the trick, I'll have him hanged.'
Now the ship was coming closer, Dona could see the men on the yards, and the great topsail shaking out, and someone was at the wheel there giving orders, someone with head thrown back, watching the sail draw taut.
'Ahoy, there! Ahoy!' yelled Rashleigh, and Godolphin too added his cry, 'Wear ship, man, wear ship before you lose your chance.'
And still the Merry Fortune held to her course; straight down channel and across the harbour she came, the
