The Pirate City Part 32

"I've me doubts that yer not so ancient as ye look, owld feller," he said, eyeing the man keenly as he drew near, and moving the head of the thick stick, which, as usual, rested in his pocket, as if to hold it in readiness for instant action.

"Be the Breetish consul at home?" said the old man in broken English and in breathless haste.

"Not at present," answered the seaman quickly, for he now saw that the man was really old, and that anxiety had given him strength to exert himself beyond his ordinary powers, "but I'm goin' to meet him--bein', if I may so spake, his edgedukong. Av you've anything in the world to say to his Excellency I'm your man to carry the message."

"You are Breetish sailor, I zee," returned the old man, sitting down and heaving a deep sigh, as if unable to recover breath. "You will onderstan' when I say your Lord Exmouth do come quickly for bombard de city!"

"Onderstand you--is it?" exclaimed Ted, with sudden excitement. "Faix do I, but I don't belave ye."

"Man!" said the other, with an earnest look, "doos you tink I come here like dis for tell do Breetish consul a lie!"

"Shure yer right, an' I'm a goose," exclaimed the tar, becoming still more excited; "but are 'ee sure yer not mistaken, owld man?"

"Quite sure. Listen. Go, tell consul dat one boat come sh.o.r.e at Pointe Pescade, find me dere, capture me--carry me off. It was fis.h.i.+n' boat in Breetish pay. Dey find out who I be. Give leave to go sh.o.r.e again, and warn Breetish consul to look out, for Turk ver' savage when him hear of dis. Lord Exmouth, wid large fleet come straight to Algiers, for delivrin' all slaves, an' blow up de city."

"Hurrah!" shouted Flaggan, in a subdued voice, while he unpocketed the cudgel and twirled it over his head. "Good luck to 'ee, owld man. I'm off to tell the consul. Go in here an' they'll give 'ee some grub. Say I sent 'ee.--But, hallo!" he added, when on the point of starting, "what's yer name?"

"The Padre Giovanni," replied the old man.

"Och! it's mesilf has heard of 'ee," cried the seaman, as he turned and dashed down the road leading to the city. So energetic was he in his motions, and so quick was his pace, on reaching Bab-el-Oued gate, that the guard--a young soldier, lately arrived from Turkey--became suspicious, and ventured to intercept him.

Flaggan was in no humour to be stopped, or even spoken with. He made an attempt to force past, which caused the soldier to present his piece at him. Hereupon Ted drew forth his cudgel, hit the Turk a Donnybrookian whack over the skull that laid him flat on the ground, and took to his heels.

The rest of the guard, who saw this little incident and recognised the now well-known seaman, instantly gave chase; but Ted was too active for them. He doubled down a narrow street on his left, and in five minutes was beyond their reach. He knew now that nothing but prompt action could save him from immediate arrest and probable castigation. He therefore went straight to Rais Ali's house, and was admitted by an old negress.

Arraying himself in the skin of the wild boar, he attempted to cover himself with an Arab burnous, but, do what he could, he found it impossible to draw the hood over him in such a way as to conceal the head of the boar, and after his recent escapade with the guard, he felt that it was not safe to venture forth again uncovered. He therefore resolved to keep the boar's head exposed, and to venture boldly forth, despite the attention it was sure to attract.

To his great relief Rais himself came in just as he was about to start, and after relating his adventure, that worthy suggested that he should join half a dozen of the French consul's own servants, who were about to set out for the scene of festivities.

Agreeing to this plan, he pa.s.sed through the streets without attracting much more attention than did his somewhat wildly-habited companions, and soon reached the French consul's residence, which was not more than half a mile beyond the southern gate of the city.

The blaze of light and buzz of musical noise that reigned here immediately swallowed them up, so that Ted felt himself, for the time at least, to be safe. His grotesque figure did indeed attract some attention at first, for he was an exceeding tall and st.u.r.dy boar, but there were so many other notabilities from the forest and desert around him that he quickly sank into comparative insignificance.

Some of the other creatures referred to gave him a little uneasiness by their curiosity and desire to claim acquaintance, if not kindred, with him, but by humouring some, frightening others, running away from several, and tumbling a few into the bushes, he managed to push through the crowd of domestics unrecognised, and made his way into the outer lobby of the mansion.

Here, seated under the shadow of a Moorish arch way, drinking lemonade, in default, as he said, of better tipple, Ted resolved to bide his time, but his time seemed rather long of coming. He therefore boldly entered the magnificent skiffa in search of Colonel Langley.

His appearance was greeted with a shout of delight by several children who were present, and the French consul, willing to amuse them, went up, and, shaking hands with the boar, begged of him to join in the dance.

Poor Ted would have given anything to have known what was said to him, but, being utterly ignorant of French, shook his head and bowed with an air of profound respect, which piece of politeness caused his short and rather ill-fitting tail to stick straight up in the air for a moment, and drew roars of laughter from the company.

"Dansez, dansez-vous," said the Frenchman, with more emphasis.

"Och! it's that ye want, is it?" said Ted, much relieved; "sure I'll do it with all the pleasure in life.--Clear the deck, boys!"

And without more ado the lively tar began to whistle a sailor's hornpipe, and to dance the same with an amount of vigorous dexterity that had in former years made him the favourite of the forecastle.

The surprise soon merged into admiration, for our hero danced exceedingly well, and all eyes were attracted to him. Among others the British consul came forward to look on with much interest and curiosity, for his ear was perhaps the only one present to which the tune whistled was familiar.

Dancing close up to him, Ted Flaggan suddenly slipped, and, staggering as if about to fall, flung his arm over the consul's shoulder.

"Take care!" said the latter, catching him.

"Och!" gasped Ted, sinking down and almost dragging the other after him, "spake to me av ye love me."

Amazed by this tender appeal, and suddenly suspecting the personality of the boar, the consul bent down while the rest of the onlookers crowded round,--and said in a low voice--

"Why, Flag--"

"Whist! whist! blood an thunder! it'll rain scimitars an' grape-shot av ye say a word! Mate me in the gardin' dear, _under the palm_."

This was said in the midst of a writhing and growling which would have done credit to a lunatic boar, if such there were!

"Not hurt, I hope?" said the French consul, coming forward.

"Not at all," replied Colonel Langley, rising with a smile, "the fellow is one of my domestics, and has almost over-acted his part. He will be all right in a minute if some one will be kind enough to fetch him a gla.s.s of water--"

"An' brandy, ochone!" exclaimed the boar, with another tremendous growl, that again sent the children into shouts of delight.

The brandy and water was brought, and Ted making a polite bow to the company, pa.s.sed down the room with a slight tremor of the hornpipe in his legs, and a faint trill of the tune on his lips, both of which melted gradually into a boarish grunt and roll as he reached the lobby and pa.s.sed out into the garden.

Hastening to a stately date-palm, of which there happened to be only one specimen in the garden of the French residence, the heated seaman pushed off his head, wiped his brow, drank the brandy and water, and threw away the tumbler, after which he sat down on a root, mechanically pulled out his pipe, and was in the act of filling it when Colonel Langley came hurriedly forwards.

"Why, Flaggan," he asked, "what's wrong? for something must be, to induce your strange conduct."

"Lord Exmouth, sir," replied Ted, rising up with an air of dignified importance which the elevated snout of the boar tended sadly to impair, "is in the offing with fifty sail o' the line, more or less, comin' to blow this precious city into the middle of next week."

"Come, Flaggan, let us have it without jesting," said the consul gravely.

Thereupon Ted related in as serious a tone as it was possible for him to a.s.sume all that had been told by the Padre Giovanni.

"Our position will indeed be critical if this be true," muttered the consul, with a look of anxiety. "Omar is a man who fears nothing, and has unbounded faith in his men and fortifications. Moreover, he is utterly regardless of consequences, and has no mercy when once roused.

My poor defenceless wife and children!--if--"

"You may depend upon _me_, sir," said Ted, seeing that he hesitated; "I'll stick to 'em, I will, through--"

"I have no doubt of that, my man," interrupted the consul, with a sad smile, "but your aid in this case will be useless. The fact is that the preservation of your life will be a more difficult matter for me to accomplish than my own. If Lord Exmouth really arrives and proceeds to extremities, I and my family will be in the greatest peril from these irate corsairs, but you, my poor fellow, are doomed whatever happens, seeing that you have laid violent hands on the Turkish guard of the gates."

"Sure, an' small blame to me," said Ted.

"I do not blame you, but the Turks will, and they will do more,--they will strangle you for a certainty the moment they get hold of you, and no power that I possess can save you, so that your only chance lies in making your escape from the city, either by land or sea."

"An' that won't be aisy, sur," said the seaman, with a perplexed look.

"Indeed it will not. You may be sure that the Turks are even now searching for you, and as they know that I am here, and that you belong to my household--"

"By your lave," said Ted suddenly, "it sames to me that it's time for Ted Flaggan to look after his owld bones. I'm grateful to 'ee, sur.-- Good-night."