Chapter IX

The Man with the Belt of Gold

More than a week went by, in which the ill-luck that had hitherto pursued the Covenant upon this voyage grew yet more strongly marked. Some days she made a little way; others, she was driven actually back. There followed on that a council of the officers, and some decision which I did not rightly understand, seeing only the result: that we had made a fair wind of a foul one and were running south.

The tenth afternoon there was a falling swell and a thick, wet, white fog that hid one end of the brig from the other. Maybe about ten at night, I was serving Mr. Riach and the captain at their supper, when the ship struck something with a great sound, and we heard voices singing out. My two masters leaped to their feet.

‘She’s struck!’ said Mr. Riach.

‘No, sir,’ said the captain. ‘We’ve only run a boat down.’

And they hurried out.

The captain was in the right of it. We had run down a boat in the fog, and she had parted in the midst and gone to the bottom with all her crew but one. This man (as I heard afterwards) had been sitting in the stern as a passenger, while the rest were on the benches rowing. At the moment of the blow, the stern had been thrown into the air, and the man (having his hands free, and for all he was encumbered with a frieze overcoat that came below his knees) had leaped up and caught hold of the brig’s bowsprit. It showed he had luck and much agility and unusual strength, that he should have thus saved himself from such a pass. And yet, when the captain brought him into the round-house, and I set eyes on him for the first time, he looked as cool as I did.

He was smallish in stature, but well-set and as nimble as a goat; his face was of a good open expression, but sunburnt very dark, and heavily freckled and pitted with the small-pox; his eyes were unusually light and had a kind of dancing madness in them, that was both engaging and alarming; and when he took off his great-coat, he laid a pair of fine silver-mounted pistols on the table, and I saw that he was belted with a great sword. His manners, besides, were elegant, and he pledged the captain handsomely. Altogether I thought of him, at the first sight, that here was a man I would rather call my friend than my enemy.

The captain, too, was taking his observations, but rather of the man’s clothes than his person. And to be sure, as soon as he had taken off the great-coat, he showed forth mighty fine for the round-house of a merchant brig: having a hat with feathers, a red waistcoat, breeches of black plush, and a blue coat with silver buttons and handsome silver lace; costly clothes, though somewhat spoiled with the fog and being slept in.

‘I’m vexed, sir, about the boat,’ says the captain.

‘There are some pretty men gone to the bottom,’ said the stranger, ‘that I would rather see on the dry land again than half a score of boats.’

‘Friends of yours?’ said Hoseason.

‘You have none such friends in your country,’ was the reply. ‘They would have died for me like dogs.’

‘Well, sir,’ said the captain, still watching him, ‘there are more men in the world than boats to put them in.’

‘And that’s true, too,’ cried the other, ‘and ye seem to be a gentleman of great penetration.’

‘I have been in France, sir,’ says the captain, it was plain he meant more by the words than showed upon the face of them.

‘Well, sir,’ says the other, ‘and so has many a pretty man, for the matter of that.’

‘No doubt, sir,’ says the captain, ‘and fine coats.’

‘Oho!’ says the stranger, ‘is that how the wind sets?’ And he laid his hand quickly on his pistols.

‘Don’t be hasty,’ said the captain. ‘Don’t do a mischief before ye see the need of it. Ye’ve a French soldier’s coat upon your back and a Scotch tongue in your head, to be sure; but so has many an honest fellow in these days, and I dare say none the worse of it.’

‘So?’ said the gentleman in the fine coat: ‘are ye of the honest party?’ (meaning, Was he a Jacobite? for each side, in these sort of civil broils, takes the name of honesty for its own).

‘Why, sir,’ replied the captain, ‘I am a true-blue Protestant, and I thank God for it. But, for all that,’ says he, ‘I can be sorry to see another man with his back to the wall.’

‘Can ye so, indeed?’ asked the Jacobite. ‘Well, sir, to be quite plain with ye, I am one of those honest gentlemen that were in trouble about the years forty-five and six; and (to be still quite plain with ye) if I got into the hands of any of the red-coated gentry, it’s like it would go hard with me. Now, sir, I was for France; and there was a French ship cruising here to pick me up; but she gave us the go-by in the fog – as I wish from the heart that ye had done yoursel’! And the best that I can say is this: If ye can set me ashore where I was going, I have that upon me will reward you highly for your trouble.’

‘In France?’ says the captain. ‘No, sir; that I cannot do. But where ye come from – we might talk of that.’

And then, unhappily, he observed me standing in my corner, and packed me off to the galley to get supper for the gentleman. I lost no time, I promise you; and when I came back into the round-house, I found the gentleman had taken a money-belt from about his waist, and poured out a guinea or two upon the table. The captain was looking at the guineas, and then at the belt, and then at the gentleman’s face; and I thought he seemed excited.

‘Half of it,’ he cried, ‘and I’m your man!’

The other swept back the guineas into the belt, and put it on again under his waistcoat. ‘I have told ye’ sir’ said he, ‘that not one doit of it belongs to me. It belongs to my chieftain,’ and here he touched his hat. ‘Thirty guineas on the seaside, or sixty if ye set me on the Linnhe Loch. Take it, if ye will; if not, ye can do your worst.’

‘Ay,’ said Hoseason. ‘And if I give ye over to the soldiers?’

‘Ye would make a fool’s bargain,’ said the other.

‘Well,’ returned the captain, ‘what must be must. Sixty guineas, and done. Here’s my hand upon it.’

‘And here’s mine,’ said the other.

And thereupon the captain went out (rather hurriedly, I thought), and left me alone in the roundhouse with the stranger.

‘And so you’re a Jacobite?’ said I, as I set meat before him.

‘Ay,’ said he, beginning to eat. ‘And you, by your long face, should be a Whig?’

‘Betwixt and between,’ said I, not to annoy him; for indeed I was as good a Whig as Mr. Campbell could make me.

‘And that’s naething,’ said he. ‘But I’m saying, Mr. Betwixt-and-Between,’ he added, ‘this bottle of yours is dry; and it’s hard if I’m to pay sixty guineas and be grudged a dram upon the back of it.’

‘I’ll go and ask for the key,’ said I, and stepped on deck.

The captain and the two officers were in the waist with their heads together. It struck me (I don’t know why) that they were after no good; and the first word I heard, as I drew softly near, more than confirmed me.

It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if upon a sudden thought: ‘Couldn’t we wile him out of the roundhouse?’

‘He’s better where he is,’ returned Hoseason; ‘he hasn’t room to use his sword.’

‘Well, that’s true,’ said Riach; ‘but he’s hard to come at.’

‘Hut!’ said Hoseason. ‘We can get the man in talk, one upon each side, and pin him by the two arms.’

At this hearing, I was seized with both fear and anger at these treacherous, greedy, bloody men that I sailed with. My first mind was to run away; my second was bolder. ‘Captain,’ said I, ‘the gentleman is seeking a dram, and the bottle’s out. Will you give me the key?’

They all started and turned about.

‘Why, here’s our chance to get the firearms!’ Riach cried; and then to me: ‘Hark ye, David,’ he said, ‘do ye ken where the pistols are?’

‘Ay, ay,’ put in Hoseason. ‘David kens; David’s a good lad.’

I had never been so be-Davided since I came on board: but I said Yes, as if all I heard were quite natural.

‘The trouble is,’ resumed the captain, ‘that all our fire-locks, great and little, are in the round-house under this man’s nose. A lad like you, David, might snap up a horn and a pistol or two without remark. And if ye can do it cleverly, I’ll bear it in mind when we come to Carolina.’

Here Mr. Riach whispered him a little.

‘Very right, sir,’ said the captain; and then to myself: ‘And see here, David, yon man has a beltful of gold, and I give you my word that you shall have your fingers in it.’

I told him I would do as he wished, and upon that he gave me the key of the spirit locker, and I began to go slowly back to the round-house. What was I to do? They had stolen me from my own country; they had killed poor Ransome; and was I to hold the candle to another murder? But then, upon the other hand, what could a boy and a man against a whole ship’s company?

I was still arguing it back and forth, and getting no great clearness, when I came into the roundhouse and saw the Jacobite eating his supper under the lamp; and at that my mind was made up all in a moment. I walked right up to the table and put my hand on his shoulder.

‘Do ye want to be killed?’ said I. He sprang to his feet, and looked a question at me as clear as if he had spoken. ‘O!’ cried I, ‘they’re all murderers here; it’s a ship full of them! They’ve murdered a boy already. Now it’s you.’ ‘

‘Ay, ay,’ said he; ‘but they haven’t got me yet.’ And then looking at me curiously, ‘Will ye stand with me?’

‘That will I!’ said I. ‘I am no thief, nor yet murderer. I’ll stand by you.’

‘Why, then,’ said he, ‘what’s your name?’

‘David Balfour,’ said I; and then, thinking that a man with so fine a coat must like fine people, I added for the first time, ‘of Shaws.’

‘My name is Stewart,’ he said, drawing himself up. ‘Alan Breck, they call me. A king’s name is good enough for me, though I bear it plain and have the name of no farm-midden to clap to the hind-end of it.’

He turned to examine our defences. Then he gave me from the rack a cutlass, and next he set me down to the table with a powder-horn, a bag of bullets and all the pistols, which he bade me charge.

‘And that will be better work, let me tell you,’ said he, ‘for a gentleman of decent birth, than scraping plates and raxing drams to a wheen tarry sailors.’

Thereupon he stood up in the midst with his face to the door, and drawing his great sword, made trial of the room he had to wield it in.

‘And, now,’ said he, ‘do you keep on charging the pistols, and give heed to me.’

I told him I would listen closely.

‘First of all,’ said he, ‘how many are against us?’

‘Fifteen,’ said I.

Alan whistled. ‘Well,’ said he, ‘that can’t be cured. And now follow me. It is my part to keep this door, where I look for the main battle. In that, ye have no hand. And mind and dinnae fire to this side unless they get me down; for I would rather have ten foes in front of me than one friend like you cracking pistols at my back.’

I told him, indeed I was no great shot.

‘And that’s very bravely said! There’s many a pretty gentleman that wouldnae dare to say it.’

‘But then, sir,’ said I, ‘there is the door behind you which they may perhaps break in.’

‘Ay,’ said he, ‘and that is a part of your work. No sooner the pistols charged, than ye must climb up into yon bed where ye’re handy at the window; and if they lift hand, against the door, ye’re to shoot. But that’s not all. Let’s make a bit of a soldier of ye, David. What else have ye to guard?’

‘There’s the skylight,’ said I. ‘But indeed, Mr. Stewart, I would need to have eyes upon both sides to keep the two of them; for when my face is at the one, my back is to the other.’

‘And that’s very true,’ said Alan. ‘But have ye no ears to your head?’

‘To be sure!’ cried I. ‘I must hear the bursting of the glass!’

‘Ye have some rudiments of sense,’ said Alan, grimly.