occupied three days or ten days. For
conceive, if you choose,
two people of flesh and blood moving and living
continually in
all the circumstances and surroundings as of a
nightmare dream,
yet they two so happy together that all the
universe beside was
of no moment to them! How was anyone to tell whether in such
circumstances any time appeared to be long or short? Does a dream
appear to be long or to be short?
The
vessel in which they sailed was a brigantine of good size and
build, but manned by a
considerable crew, the most strange and
outlandish in their appearance that Barnaby had ever
beheld--some white, some yellow, some black, and all tricked out
with gay colors, and gold earrings in their ears, and some with
great long mustachios, and others with
handkerchiefs tied around
their heads, and all talking a language together of which Barnaby
True could understand not a single word, but which might have
been Portuguese from one or two phrases he caught. Nor did this
strange,
mysterious crew, of God knows what sort of men, seem to
pay any attention
whatever to Barnaby or to the young lady. They
might now and then have looked at him and her out of the corners
of their yellow eyes, but that was all;
otherwise they were
indeed like the creatures of a
nightmare dream. Only he who was
the captain of this outlandish crew would maybe speak to Barnaby
a few words as to the weather or what not when he would come down
into the
saloon to mix a glass of grog or to light a pipe of
tobacco, and then to go on deck again about his business.
Otherwise our hero and the young lady were left to themselves, to
do as they pleased, with no one to
interfere with them.
As for her, she at no time showed any great sign of
terror or of
fear, only for a little while was singularly numb and quiet, as
though dazed with what had happened to her. Indeed, methinks
that wild beast, her
grandfather, had so crushed her spirit by
his
tyranny and his
violence that nothing that happened to her
might seem sharp and keen, as it does to others of an ordinary
sort.
But this was only at first, for afterward her face began to grow
singularly clear, as with a white light, and she would sit quite
still, permitting Barnaby to gaze, I know not how long, into her
eyes, her face so transfigured and her lips smiling, and they, as
it were, neither of them breathing, but
hearing, as in another
far-distant place, the outlandish jargon of the crew talking
together in the warm, bright
sunlight, or the sound of creaking
block and
tackle as they hauled upon the sheets.
Is it, then, any wonder that Barnaby True could never remember
whether such a
voyage as this was long or short?
It was as though they might have sailed so upon that wonderful
voyage forever. You may guess how amazed was Barnaby True when,
coming upon deck one morning, he found the brigantine riding upon
an even keel, at
anchor off Staten Island, a small village on the
shore, and the well- known roofs and chimneys of New York town in
plain sight across the water.
'Twas the last place in the world he had expected to see.
And, indeed, it did seem strange to lie there
alongside Staten
Island all that day, with New York town so nigh at hand and yet
so impossible to reach. For whether he desired to escape or no,
Barnaby True could not but observe that both he and the young
lady were so closely watched that they might as well have been
prisoners, tied hand and foot and laid in the hold, so far as any
hope of getting away was concerned.
All that day there was a deal of
mysterious coming and going
aboard the brigantine, and in the afternoon a sailboat went up to
the town, carrying the captain, and a great load covered over
with a tarpaulin in the stern. What was so taken up to the town
Barnaby did not then guess, but the boat did not return again
till about sundown.
For the sun was just dropping below the water when the captain
came
aboard once more and,
finding Barnaby on deck, bade him come
down into the
saloon, where they found the young lady sitting,
the broad light of the evening shining in through the skylight,
and making it all pretty bright within.
The captain commanded Barnaby to be seated, for he had something
of moment to say to him;
whereupon, as soon as Barnaby had taken
his place
alongside the young lady, he began very
seriously, with
a
preface somewhat thus: "Though you may think me the captain of
this brigantine, young gentleman, I am not really so, but am
under orders, and so have only carried out those orders of a
superior in all these things that I have done." Having so begun,
he went on to say that there was one thing yet remaining for him