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The foam had risen to his lips, impotent fury and agonized despair had momentarily clouded his brain. Lambert tried to speak, but the Captain, unwilling to prolong a conflict over which he was powerless to arbitrate, gave a sign to Bradden and anon the two young men were led away in the wake of Endicott.
His example was followed by all his friends, Gunning with arms folded across his chest, watching the proceeding in silence. When Endicott stood before him, however, he said curtly: "Not you, I think. Meseems I know you too well, fine sir, to release you on parole. Bradden," he added, turning to his lieutenant, "have this man duly guarded and conveyed to Queen's Head Alley to-night."
For Zeb, with his right hand pressing down his cap, now suddenly flung his left out in the direction of Bradden Point. Men and women craned forward. Below the distant promontory, a darker speck had started out of the medley of grey tones. In a moment it had doubled its size had become a blur then a shape.
The choir in the gallery craned forward, for the church-door was right beneath them. Parson Babbage held up his hand, and screamed out over the hubbub "Where's she to?" "Under Bradden Point, an' comin' full tilt for the Raney!" "Then God forgive all poor sinners aboard!" spoke up a woman's voice, in the moment's silence that followed. "Is that all you know, Gauger Hocken?"
Captain Gunning and his lieutenant, Bradden, had alone advanced into the room. But now apparently Gunning gave some sign, which Bradden then interpreted to the men outside.
I wonder if you'll do 't." Zeb followed the direction of her eyes, and seemed to discern off Bradden Point a dot of white, as of a ship in sail. He pressed her arm to his side, but said nothing. "Clear your throats, friends," shouted his father, up the road, "an' let fly " As I sat on a sunny bank, A sunny bank, a sunny bank, As I sat on a sunny bank On Chris'mas day i' the mornin,
This man now advanced into the center of the room, whilst a couple of soldierly-looking, stalwart fellows remained at attention on the threshold. "Let no one attempt to leave this room," he commanded. "Here, Bradden," he added, turning back to his men, "take Pyott with you and search that second room there ... then seize all those cards and dice and also that money."
"She tacked just here an' went round close under Bradden Point; so she's for Troy, that's certain. Be you bound that way, too?" "Iss, I'll see her, if she's there." "Best not go too close, my son; for I know the looks o' those customers. By all accounts you'm a man of too much substance to risk yourself near a press-gang."
He passed Bradden Point and Widdy Cove at the rate of five miles an hour, or thereabouts, then he turned aside over a stile and crossed a couple of meadows; and after these he was on the high-road, on the very top of the hill overlooking Troy Harbour. He gazed down. The frigate was there, as the hollibubber had guessed, anchored at the harbour's mouth.
Beyond, the sea, the sky, and the irregular coast with its fringe of surf melted into one uniform grey, with just the summit of Bradden Point, two miles away, standing out above the wrack. Of the vessel there was, as yet, no sign. In Ruby's present mood the bitter blast was chiefly blameworthy for gnawing at her face, and the spray for spoiling her bonnet and taking her hair out of curl.
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