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"However, as I have said all along, we will hope for the best." "Oh! I'm so hungry; so thirsty," moaned the younger midshipman. "Can't you get me something to eat?" "If we were to go into the cabin, we should find nothing," said Desmond. "The last cask of water was on the starboard side, with the hung out, and must be full of salt water by this time." The midshipmen again relapsed into silence.
Whatever he was going to do, he must do quickly; for the fact that people were beginning to darken their windows showed that it must be close on half-past six, and about seven o'clock, Barling, after putting out Desmond's things, was accustomed to go out for the evening. Should he shout? Should he try and break the window? Desmond rejected both these suggestions.
"Faith, a fellow must be hard up before he could eat that," said Desmond; "try another." "No, thank you," answered Tom; "one is enough to satisfy me. But we'll keep them for Mr Large; he may not be so particular. Only we must take care not to break them in our pockets, or we shan't be able to wear our jackets again."
There could be no doubt that the first lieutenant had got on board. On she came until she approached, when her canvas was reduced. "Hurrah! she's the Bellona!" exclaimed Saint Maur and Adair at the same moment. They both knew her, and in another minute they recognised Captain Rogers and several old friends. Adair and Desmond, springing up the side, were heartily welcomed.
The most distinguished among them were Maurice Fitzgerald, the common ancestor of the Geraldines of Desmond and Kildare; Raymond the Fat, ancestor of the Graces of Ossory; the two Fitz-Henries, grandsons of Henry I., and the fair Nesta; Walter de Riddlesford, first Baron of Bray; Robert de Quincy, son-in-law and standard-bearer to Earl Richard; Herve, uncle to the Earl, and Gilbert de Clare, his son; Milo de Cogan, the first who entered Dublin by assault, and its first Norman governor; the de Barries, and de Prendergast.
It did not appear that anything had been done to insure their sinking broadside to the current, the reason being probably that, whatever might be attempted with this design, the river would have its will with the vessels as soon as they sank. "Our only chance," said Desmond, "is to get hold of the subahdar.
The Earl of Kildare, then deputy, summoned both parties to meet him at Kilkenny, but le Poer and William de Burgh fled into England, while the victors, instead of obeying the deputy's summons, enjoyed themselves in ravaging his estate. In honour of this reconciliation de Burgh gave a banquet at the castle, and Maurice of Desmond reciprocated by another the next day, in St.
"And now, Desmond, go back to your mother and tell her all. She has sent you here." "No, she did not send me," said the boy, stoutly, almost angrily; "she does not even know that I have come." "Go back then to your sister." "Nor does she know it."
There his first care was to submit himself to the hands of the barber who, after a glance at his client's bandaged head, muddy clothes and shaggy beard, coughed ominously and relapsed into a most unbarber-like reserve. Desmond heard the cough and caught the look of commiseration on the man's face. "I rather think I want a shave!" he said, weakly.
Sure we shall never get home in time for the rout we are bid to." "Shall I drive you to London, ma'am?" said Desmond, "'Twere best to leave the men to settle their differences." "But can you drive?" "Oh, yes," replied Desmond, with a smile. "I am used to horses." "Then I beg you to oblige us. Yes, let the wretches fight themselves sober. "Phyllis, this gentleman will drive us; come."
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