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Updated: May 17, 2025
Here I found Timothy Tailtackle, who had the watch, gazing into the surrounding darkness so intently that he did not perceive me until I was standing close to him. "Any thing in sight, Master Tailtackle?" asked I, eagerly. "Not exactly, sir, but I have just been begging for your glass. See there! once, twice; but it is as dark as pitch Pray, sir, tell me how far are we from the Hole in the Wall?"
"Before you, my dear sir, I am not ashamed to have" "Don't mention it my good boy don't mention it; neither of us, as the old general said, will fight a bit the worse." I looked at him. "Do you then mean to fight?" said I. "To be sure I do why not? I have no wife," he did not say he had no children "Fight? To be sure I do." "Another gun, sir," said Tailtackle, through the open skylight.
Tim looked with a most quizzical expression at his captain, all blue and breathless and dripping as he was; and then sticking his tongue slightly in his cheek, he turned away, without addressing him directly, but murmuring as he went, "A glass of grog now." The Captain, with whom he was a favourite, took the hint. "Go below now, and turn in till eight bells, Tailtackle.
Mr Reefpoint, go to the boat and send up Tailtackle; so go you must to these unfortunates, and we shall then start on our cruise to the Coffee Estate with our worthy host."
At this moment the little midshipman, Master Reefpoint, a great favourite of mine, by the by, reappeared, with Tailtackle behind him, carrying my bundle. I was regularly caught, as the clothes, on the chance of a lark, had been brought from the ship, although stowed out of sight under the stern sheets of the boat. "Here are your clothes, Mr Cringle," quoth middy.
"God in Heaven!" cried Jigmaree, "that is the sound of hammers; they are freeing the blacks." "If you unchain the negroes," cried I, in the Spanish language, "by the Heaven above us, I will blow you into the air, if I have to go with you. Stop, Spanairds! think madmen, what you are doing." "Cover the hatches," cried Tailtackle.
Her long slender wands of masts, which used to swig about, as if there were neither shrouds nor stays to support them, were now as taut and stiff as church steeples, with four heavy shrouds of a side, and stays and back stays, and the Devil knows what all. "Now," quoth Tailtackle, "if them heave'emtaughts at the yard have not taken the speed out of the little beauty, I am a Dutchman."
These orders of mine quickly changed our hitherto quiet vessel into a scene of bustle and confusion. I kept my eyes steadily fixed on the object which had attracted the watchful gaze of Timothy Tailtackle, but all that I could make out was that it was a strange sail. On account of the distance, and unusual darkness of the night, I could distinguish neither its size nor rig.
His face was much flushed, although I learned that he had been unusually abstemious, and he appeared heated and restless, and had evidently feverish symptoms about him. "Who's there?" said Wagtail, looking towards the door with a raised look. It was Tailtackle, with two of the boys carrying a litter, followed by Peter Mangrove, as if he had been chief mourner at a funeral.
The Hole in the Wall is a very remarkable rock in the Crooked Island Passage, greatly resembling, as the name betokens, a wall breached by the sea, or by battering cannon, which rises abruptly out of the water, to a height of forty feet. "Then," quoth Tailtackle sharply, "there must be a sail close aboard of us, to windward there." "Where?" said I. "Quick, send for my night glass."
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