In Honour's Cause: A Tale of the Days of George the First

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by George Manville Fenn


  CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

  AFTER THE FAILURE.

  That next morning, after a long sleep, the result of exhaustion, FrankGowan awoke with the horrors of the previous night seeming to have grownso that they could no longer be borne. He hurried across to hismother's apartments, to find from the nurse that she was sleeping, andmust not of course be disturbed; so he went over to Captain Murray, whoreceived him warmly.

  "Better, my lad?" he said.

  "Better?" cried Frank reproachfully.

  "I mean rested. Frank lad, we had a narrow escape of our lives lastnight. I hear already that about fifty dragoons were more or lessinjured."

  "And how many of the people?" said Frank bitterly.

  "That will never be known, my boy. It is very horrible when orders aregiven to fire upon a crowd. Many fell, I'm afraid. But there, don'tlook so down-hearted."

  "Have you heard who was the prisoner that escaped?"

  "Yes. They have not taken him again yet; but I don't think he will beable to get right away."

  "Not if he can reach the coast?" said Frank.

  "Ah! he might then. There, Frank lad, I want to be true to my duty--don't tell upon me--but I can't help feeling that we had bad luck lastnight, or some one we know might have been the lucky man."

  Frank caught at his hand and held it. "If I were the King, I'd pack theprisoners off to France," continued Captain Murray. "I don't liketaking revenge on conquered enemies."

  "Ah, now you make me feel as if I can speak openly to you," cried Frank."Tell me, do you think there is still any hope of an escape?"

  "There always is, my lad. One thing is very evident, and that is thatyour father and his companions have plenty of friends in London who areready to risk their lives to save them. Come, don't be down-hearted; wemust hope for the best. They have to be tried yet. A dozen things mayhappen. Besides, your father was not one of the leaders of therebellion. What's the matter with your arm?"

  "My arm? Oh, I don't know. It's so stiff and painful I can hardly liftit. Yes, I remember now. Some one in the crowd struck me with a heavystick. I did not feel it so much then; it was only numbed."

  "You had better let the doctor see it."

  "Oh no," replied Frank. "I have too many other troubles to think about.Captain Murray, what shall I do? I must see my father. Give me youradvice, or come with me to ask permission of the Prince."

  The captain sat frowning for a few moments, and then rose.

  "Yes," he said abruptly; "come."

  Frank sprang after him as he moved toward the door, and in a few minutesthey were in the antechamber, where a knot of officers were discussingthe proceedings of the previous night, but ceased upon their attentionbeing directed to the son of one of the prisoners.

  The captain sent in his name as soon as he could; but his efforts togain an audience were not so successful as upon previous occasions.There were many waiting, and the Prince made no exception in CaptainMurray's favour.

  The order of precedence was rigidly adhered to, and hours had passedaway before the attendant came to where Frank and the captain wereseated waiting.

  "His Royal Highness will see you, sir," said the gentleman-in-waiting.

  Frank sprang to his feet as the captain rose, and moved toward thecurtained door.

  "I am sorry," said the attendant, with a commiserating look, "but hisRoyal Highness expressly said that Captain Murray was to come alone."

  Frank's lips parted as a look of anguish came into his pale face, and heturned his appealing eyes to the captain, who shook his head sadly.

  "I will beg him to see you, my boy," he whispered. "I look to hisseeing you to get his consent."

  Frank sank back into his seat, and turned his face to the window to hideit from those present, and seemed to them to be gazing out at the gayshow of troops under arms and filling the courtyard; but, as he sat, hesaw only the interior of the Prince's room, with Captain Murrayappealing on his behalf: all else was non-existent.

  He had not moved, he had not heard the low buzz of eager conversationthat went on, new-comers being unaware of his presence. Fortunate itwas that he was deaf to all that was said, for the fate of the prisonerslodged like ordinary malefactors the previous night in Newgate waseagerly discussed, and his father's name was mentioned by several inconnection with the axe.

  He was still sitting in the same vacant way when, at the end of half anhour, a hand was laid upon his shoulder, and the captain's voice said ina low tone, "Come."

  "He will see me?" cried Frank, rising quickly.

  "Hush! Keep your sorrow to yourself, as an Englishman should,"whispered the captain. "The room is full of people."

  "But he will see me?"

  "No. Come away," said the captain quietly.

  Frank gave him a defiant look; then turned away and walked straighttoward the curtained door, which the attendant was about to open toadmit another gentleman to the Prince's presence.

  Before he was half-way there the captain's strong grasp was upon hisshoulder.

  "What are you going to do, boy?" he said sternly.

  "See the Prince myself. He must--he shall give me leave to go."

  "Do you wish to destroy the last chance? Frank, for your mother'ssake!"

  "No; don't make me struggle before all these people to get free," saidthe boy firmly; but as he spoke the captain's last words stood outbefore him in their real significance.

  "For your mother's sake!"

  He turned back without another word, and walked with his companion outof the room and down into the courtyard without a word.

  "Take me somewhere," he said, in a strange, dazed way. "My head feelsconfused. I hardly know what I am saying."

  Captain Murray drew the boy's hand through his arm, and made as if tolead him to his quarters; but it meant passing crowded-together troops,and, altering his mind, he walked with him sharply out into the Park,till they reached a secluded place where there was a seat.

  "Sit down, boy."

  "Yes," said Frank obediently. "Now tell me, please."

  "I was in there long, but there is little to tell you, boy," said thecaptain, in a harsh, brusque way to conceal the agony of disappointmenthe felt. "I appealed again and again to the Prince to give me an orderto admit us to the prison, but he sternly refused me, and I have angeredhim terribly by my obstinate return to the assault. Frank boy, it islike this. The Prince told me that, before your father joined thePretender, he had made a direct appeal, at his wife's wish, for yourfather's pardon, and been refused. He says that now, after this openact of rebellion, it is impossible for him to appeal again. That theKing is furious because one of the most important prisoners has beenallowed to escape--there is a rumour that it was Prince James Francishimself--and that it would be madness to ask for any permission. Menwho rebel against their lawful sovereign have no wives or children; theyare outlaws without rights. That it is sad for those who love them, butthat they must suffer, as they have made others suffer by causing somuch blood to be shed."

  "He said those cruel words?" said Frank, with his eyes flashing.

  "Yes," said the captain sadly.

  "Knowing what my poor mother suffers, and my despair?"

  "He was angry, and spoke more hardly than he meant, my boy. There isanother thing too; the Prince and his Majesty are not on friendly terms.I hear that they have quarrelled, and that they parted in great anger.Frank, you must wait and hope."

  "Wait and hope--wait and hope!" said Frank bitterly. "Is that the way ason should seek to comfort his father, and try to save his life? Sitstill, and do nothing but wait and hope! Oh, it is of no use! I cannotbear it. I will not stay chained up in this dreadful place. I cannot,I will not serve either the prince or king who would hurry my father tothe block."

  "Stop! Think what you are saying, boy. What rash thing are you goingto do?"

  "Rash? Nothing can be rash at such a time. I am going to try and savemy father."

  "Once mor
e, boy--your mother, have you forgotten her?"

  "No," said the lad firmly; "but I should be forgetting her if I made noeffort, but sat still and let things drift."

  Captain Murray sighed, and rose from his seat.

  "Frank," he said gravely, "I never had a brother, but for years now yourfather seemed to fill a brother's place with me, and I tell you as a manthat there is nothing I would not do to save his life. I am a simplesoldier; I know my duties well, and if the need arose I could go andface death with the rest, feeling that it was the right thing to do; butI am not clever, I am no statesman--not one of those who can argue andfence--unless," he said bitterly, "it is with my sword. I looked uponyou as a mere boy, but over this you are more the man than I. Youmaster me. I cannot do more than defend myself. Still, I think I amadvising you rightly when I beg and pray of you to do nothing rash.Don't take any step, I say once more, that will embitter the Princeagainst you. I will go now. Stay here for a while till you growcalmer, and then come to my quarters. I feel that I only irritate you,and must seem weak and cowardly to you. You will be better alone. I,too, shall be better alone. I want to try and think, and it is hardwork this morning, for I am in terrible pain. One of my ribs was brokenlast night in that crowd, and at times I am sick and faint."

  Frank heard his words, but did not seem to grasp them, and sat back inhis seat with his chin resting upon his breast as the captain walkedslowly away. Had he looked after him, he would have seen that twiceover he stopped to lean for a few minutes against a tree.

  But the boy neither looked up nor stirred. He sat for some time as ifcompletely stunned, till he heard steps approaching, and then, with animpatient movement, he turned a little in his seat, so as to hide hisface from whoever it was coming by.

  The next moment a familiar voice said distinctly behind him:

  "Don't look up--don't move or speak. Be at your father's house at fourthis afternoon, holding the door ajar till I slip in."

  "Drew!" ejaculated Frank, in a sharp whisper, as he obeyed the order,thrilling the while as if with new life infused through his veins; andhis eyes followed the tall, slight figure of a jaunty-looking young man,dressed in the height of fashion, walking along as if proud of hisbearing and the gold-headed, clouded cane he flourished as he promenadedthe Park.

  Drew Forbes, whose life would probably be forfeit in those wild times ifhe were recognised by either of the spies who haunted the Palaceprecincts--Drew, wearing no disguise, though changed in aspect by hishair being so closely cropped behind! What his appearance might be faceto face Frank could not tell.

 

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