Adventures of Don Lavington: Nolens Volens

by George Manville Fenn

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

  HOW TO ESCAPE?

  _Rumble_! _Bump_!

  Don started and stared, for something had shaken him as if a sudden blowhad been given against the floor.

  What did it all mean? Where was he? What window was that through whichthe sun shone brightly, and why was he in that rough loft, in companywith a man lying asleep on some sacks?

  Memory filled up the vacuum directly, and he knew that his head wasaching, and that he had been fast asleep.

  _Crash_!

  That was a bolt shot back, and the noise which awakened him must havebeen the big step ladder placed against the beam beneath the trap-door.

  As Don watched he saw the trap, like a square piece of the floor, riseup slowly, and a rough, red face appear, framed in hair.

  "Ship ahoy!" shouted the owner of the face. "What cheer, messmates?Want your hot water?"

  Just then the man, whose hands were out of sight, and who had kept onpushing up the trap-door with his head, gave it a final thrust, and thedoor fell over with a loud _flap_, which made Jem Wimble sit up, withhis face so swollen and bruised that his eyes were half-closed; and thisand his dirty face gave him an aspect that was more ludicrous thanstrange.

  "What's the matter?" he said sharply. "Who are you? I--where--was--tome. Have I been a-dreaming? No: we're pressed!"

  "Pressed you are, my lads; and Bosun Jones has sent you up some hotslops and soft tack. There you are. Find your own tablecloth andsilliver spoons."

  He placed a large blue jug before them, in which was some steamingcompound, covered by a large breakfast cup, stuck in the mouth of thejug, while on a plate was a fair-sized pile of bread and butter.

  "There you are, messmates; say your grace and fall to."

  "Look here," said Don quickly. "You know we were taken by thepress-gang last night?"

  "Do I know? Why, didn't I help?"

  "Oh!" ejaculated Don, with a look of revulsion, which he tried toconceal. "Look here," he said; "if you will take a message for me to mymother, in Jamaica Street, you shall have a guinea."

  "Well, that's handsome, anyhow," said the man, laughing. "What am I tosay to the old lady?"

  "That we have been seized by the press-gang, and my uncle is to try andget us away."

  "That all?"

  "Yes, that's all. Will you go?"

  "Hadn't you better have your breakfuss?"

  "Breakfast? No," said Don. "I can't eat."

  "Better. Keep you going, my lad."

  "Will you take my message?"

  "No, I won't."

  "You shall have two guineas."

  "Where are they?"

  "My mother will gladly give them to you."

  "Dessay she will."

  "And you will go?"

  "Do you know what a bosun's mate is, my lad?"

  "I? No. I know nothing about the sea."

  "You will afore long. Well, I'll tell you; bosun's mate's a gentlemankep' aboard ship to scratch the crew's backs."

  "You are laughing at me," cried Don angrily.

  "Not a bit of it, my lad. If I was to do what you want, I should betied up to-morrow, and have my back scratched."

  "Flogged?"

  "That's it."

  "For doing a kind act? For saving my poor mother from trouble andanxiety?"

  "For not doing my dooty, my lad. There, a voyage or two won't hurt you.Why, I was a pressed man, and look at me."

  "Main-top ahoy! Are you coming down?" came from below.

  "Ay, ay, sir!" shouted the sailor.

  "Wasn't that the man who had us shut up here?" cried Don.

  "To be sure: Bosun Jones," said the man, running to the trap andbeginning to descend.

  "You'll take my message?"

  "Nay, not I," said the man, shaking his head. "There, eat yourbreakfuss, and keep your head to the wind, my lads."

  _Bang_!

  The door was shut heavily and the rusty bolt shot. Then the twoprisoners listened to the descending footsteps and to the murmur ofvoices from below, after which Don looked across the steaming jug atJem, and Jem returned the stare.

  "Mornin', Mas' Don," he said. "Rum game, arn't it?"

  "Do you think he'll take my message, Jem?"

  "Not a bit on it, sir. You may take your oath o' that."

  "Will they take us aboard ship?"

  "Yes, sir, and make sailors on us, and your uncle's yard 'll go to rackand ruin; and there was two screws out o' one o' the shutter hinges as Iwere going to put in to-day."

  "Jem, we must escape them."

  "All right, Mas' Don, sir. 'Arter breakfast."

  "Breakfast? Who is to eat breakfast?"

  "I am, sir. Feels as if it would do me good."

  "But we must escape, Jem--escape."

  "Yes, sir; that's right," said Jem, taking off the cup, and sniffing atthe jug. "Coffee, sir. Got pretty well knocked about last night, andI'm as sore this morning as if they'd been rolling casks all over me.But a man must eat."

  "Eat then, and drink then, for goodness' sake," cried Don impatiently.

  "Thankye, sir," said Jem; and he poured out a cup of steaming coffee,sipped it, sipped again, took three or four mouthfuls of bread andbutter, and then drained the cup.

  "Mas' Don!" he cried, "it's lovely. Do have a cup. Make you seeclear."

  As he spoke he refilled the mug and handed it to Don, who took itmechanically, and placed it to his lips, one drop suggesting anothertill he had finished the cup.

  "Now a bit o' bread and butter, Mas' Don?"

  Don shook his head, but took the top piece, and began mechanically toeat, while Jem partook of another cup, there being a liberal allowanceof some three pints.

  "That's the way, sir. Wonderful what a difference breakfuss makes in aman. Eat away, sir; and if they don't look out we'll give thempress-gang."

  "Yes, but how, Jem? How?"

  "Lots o' ways, sir. We'll get away, for one thing, or fasten that theretrap-door down; and then they'll be the prisoners, not us. 'Nother cup,sir? Go on with the bread and butter. I say, sir, do I look lively?"

  "Lively?"

  "I mean much knocked about? My face feels as if the skin was too tight,and as if I couldn't get on my hat."

  "It does not matter, Jem," said Don, quietly. "You have no hat."

  "More I haven't. I remember feeling it come off, and it wasn't halfwore out. Have some more coffee, Mas' Don. 'Tarnt so good as my Sallymakes. I'd forgot all about her just then. Wonder whether she's eatingher breakfast?"

  Don sighed and went on eating. He was horribly low-spirited, but hisyouthful appetite once started, he felt the need of food, and kept on insilence, passing and receiving the cup till all was gone.

  "That job's done," said Jem, placing the jug on the plate, and the cupin the mouth of the jug. "Now then, I'm ready, Mas' Don. You saidescape, didn't you, sir?"

  "Yes. What shall we do?"

  "Well, we can't go down that way, sir, because the trap-door's bolted."

  "There is the window, Jem."

  "Skylights, you mean, sir," said Jem, looking up at the sloping panes inthe roof. "Well, let's have a look. Will you get a-top o' myshoulders, or shall I get a-top o' yourn?"

  "I couldn't bear you, Jem."

  "Then up you gets, my lad, like the tumblers do at the fair."

  It seemed easy enough to get up and stand on the sturdy fellow'sshoulders, but upon putting it to the test, Don found it very hard, andafter a couple of failures he gave up, and they stood together lookingup at the sloping window, which was far beyond their reach.

  "Dessay it's fastened, so that we couldn't open it," said Jem.

  "The fox said the grapes were sour when he could not get at them, Jem."

  "That's true, Mas' Don. Well, how are we to get up?"

  They looked round the loft, but, with the exception of the old sackinglying at one end, the place was bare.

  "Here, come to the end, Jem, and let me have
another try," said Don.

  "Right, sir; come on," cried Jem; and going right to the end of theloft, he bent his body a little and leaned his hands against the wall.

  This simplified matters.

  "Stand fast, Jem," cried Don, and taking a spring, he landed upon hiscompanion's broad back, leap-frog fashion, but only to jump off again.

  "What's the matter, Mas' Don?"

  "Only going to take off my shoes."

  "Ah, 'twill be better. I didn't grumble before, but you did hurt, sir."

  Don slipped off his shoes, uttered a word or two of warning, and oncemore mounted on Jem's back. It was easy then to get into a kneeling,and then to a standing, position, the wall being at hand to steady him.

  "That's your sort, Mas' Don. Now hold fast, and step up on to myshoulders as I rise myself up; that's the way," he continued, slowlystraightening himself, and placing his hands behind Don's legs, as hestood up, steadily, facing the wall.

  "What next, Jem?"

  "Next, sir? Why, I'm going to walk slowly back under the window, foryou to try and open it, and look out and see where we are. Ready?"

  "Yes."

  "Hold tight, sir."

  "But there's nothing to hold by, Jem, when you move away."

  "Then you must stand fast, sir, and I'll balance you like. I can doit."

  Don drew a long breath, and felt no faith, for as soon as Jem movedsteadily from the wall, his ability in balancing was not great.

  "Stand firm, sir. I've got you," he said.

  "Am I too heavy, Jem?"

  "Heavy? No, sir; I could carry two on you. Stand fast; 'tarn't far.Stand fast. That's your sort. Stand--oh!"

  Everything depended upon him, and poor Jem did his best; but after threeor four steps Don felt that he was going, and to save himself from afall he tried to jump lightly down.

  This would have been easy enough had not Jem been so earnest. He, too,felt that it was all wrong, and to save his companion, he tightened hishold of the calves of Don's legs as the lad stood erect on hisshoulders.

  The consequence was that he gave Don sufficient check as he leaped tothrow him off his balance; and in his effort to save him, Jem lost hisown, and both came down with a crash and sat up and rubbed and looked ateach other.

  "Arn't hurt, are you, Mas' Don?"

  "Not hurt?" grumbled Don. "I am hurt horribly."

  "I'm very sorry, sir; so am I. But I arn't broke nowhere! Are you?"

  "Broken? No!" said Don rising. "There, let's try again."

  "To be sure, sir. Come, I like that."

  "Look here, Jem. When you straighten up, let me steady myself with myhands on the sloping ceiling there; now try."

  The former process was gone through, after listening to find all silentbelow; and Don stood erect once more, supporting himself by the wall.

  "Now edge round gently, Jem. That's right."

  Jem obeyed, and by progressing very slowly, they got to within about tenfeet of the window, which Don saw that he could reach easily, when thebalance was lost once more.

  "Don't hold, Jem!" cried Don; and he leaped backwards, to come down allright this time.

  By no means discouraged, they went back to the end; and this time, byprogressing more slowly, the window was reached, and, to their greatdelight, Don found that it was fastened inside, opening outwards bymeans of a couple of hinges at the highest end, and provided with aratchet, to keep it open to any distance required.

  "Can you bear me if I try to open it, Jem?"

  "Can I? Ah!"

  Jem was a true bearer, standing as fast as a small elephant as Donopened the window, and then supporting himself by a beam which ranacross the opening, thrust out his head and surveyed the exterior.

  He was not long in making out their position--in the top floor of awarehouse, the roof sloping, so that escape along it was impossible,while facing him was the blank wall of a higher building, evidently onthe other side of a narrow alley. Don looked to right, but there was nomeans of making their position known so as to ask for help. To the lefthe was no better off, and seeing that the place had been well chosen asa temporary lock-up for the impressed men, Don prepared to descend.

  "Better shut the window fust, Mas' Don."

  The suggestion was taken, and then Don leaped down and faced hisfellow-prisoner, repeating the information he had roughly communicatedbefore.

  "Faces a alley, eh?" said Jem. "Can't we go along the roof."

  "I don't believe a cat could go in safety, Jem."

  "Well, we aren't cats, Mas' Don, are we? Faces a alley, eh? Wasn'tthere no windows opposit'?"

  "Nothing but a blank wall."

  "Well, it's all right, Mas' Don. We'd better set to work. Only wants arope with one end fastened in here, and then we could slide down."

  "Yes," said Don gloomily; "the window is unfastened, and the way clear,but where's the rope?"

  "There," said Jem, and he pointed to the end of the loft.