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Page 46
With a loud huzza, Israel hauled down the flag with one hand, while with
the other he helped the now slowly gliding craft from falling off before
the wind.
In a few moments a boat was alongside. As its commander stepped to the
deck he stumbled against the body of the first officer, which, owing to
the sudden slant of the cutter in coming to the wind, had rolled against
the side near the gangway. As he came aft he heard the moan of the other
officer, where he lay under the mizzen shrouds.
"What is all this?" demanded the stranger of Israel.
"It means that I am a Yankee impressed into the king's service, and for
their pains I have taken the cutter."
Giving vent to his surprise, the officer looked narrowly at the body by
the shrouds, and said, "This man is as good as dead, but we will take
him to Captain Paul as a witness in your behalf."
"Captain Paul?--Paul Jones?" cried Israel.
"The same."
"I thought so. I thought that was his voice hailing. It was Captain
Paul's voice that somehow put me up to this deed."
"Captain Paul is the devil for putting men up to be tigers. But where
are the rest of the crew?"
"Overboard."
"What?" cried the officer; "come on board the Ranger. Captain Paul will
use you for a broadside."
Taking the moaning man along with them, and leaving the cutter
untenanted by any living soul, the boat now left her for the enemy's
ship. But ere they reached it the man had expired.
Standing foremost on the deck, crowded with three hundred men, as Israel
climbed the side, he saw, by the light of battle-lanterns, a small,
smart, brigandish-looking man, wearing a Scotch bonnet, with a gold band
to it.
"You rascal," said this person, "why did your paltry smack give me this
chase? Where's the rest of your gang?"
"Captain Paul," said Israel, "I believe I remember you. I believe I
offered you my bed in Paris some months ago. How is Poor Richard?"
"God! Is this the courier? The Yankee courier? But how now? in an
English revenue cutter?"
"Impressed, sir; that's the way."
"But where's the rest of them?" demanded Paul, turning to the officer.
Thereupon the officer very briefly told Paul what Israel told him.
"Are we to sink the cutter, sir?" said the gunner, now advancing towards
Captain Paul. "If it is to be done, now is the time. She is close under
us, astern; a few guns pointed downwards will settle her like a shotted
corpse."
"No. Let her drift into Penzance, an anonymous earnest of what the
whitesquall in Paul Jones intends for the future."
Then giving directions as to the course of the ship, with an order for
himself to be called at the first glimpse of a sail, Paul took Israel
down with him into his cabin.
"Tell me your story now, my yellow lion. How was it all? Don't stand,
sit right down there on the transom. I'm a democratic sort of sea-king.
Plump on the woolsack, I say, and spin the yarn. But hold; you want some
grog first."
As Paul handed the flagon, Israel's eye fell upon his hand.
"You don't wear any rings now, Captain, I see. Left them in Paris for
safety."
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