Anne waited to see no more. When Bob stayed up to grind, as he was doing to-night, he often sat in his room instead of remaining all the time in the mill; and this room was an isolated chamber over the bakehouse, which could not be reached without going downstairs and ascending the step-ladder that served for his staircase. Anne descended in the dark, clambered up the ladder, and saw that light strayed through the chink below the door. His window faced towards the garden, and hence the light could not as yet have been seen by the press-gang.
'Bob, dear Bob!' she said, through the keyhole. 'Put out your light, and run out of the back-door!'
'Why?' said Bob, leisurely knocking the ashes from the pipe he had been smoking.
'The press-gang!'
'They have come. By God! who can have blown upon me. All right, dearest. I'm game.'
Anne, scarcely knowing what she did, descended the ladder and ran to the back-door, hastily unbolting it to save Bob's time, and gently opening it in readiness for him. She had no sooner done this than she felt hands laid upon her shoulder from without, and a voice exclaiming, 'That's how we doos it--quite an obleeging young man!'
Though the hands held her rather roughly, Anne did not mind for herself, and turning she cried desperately, in tones intended to reach Bob's ears. 'They are at the back-door; try the front!'
But inexperienced Miss Garland little knew the shrewd habits of the gentlemen she had to deal with, who, well used to this sort of pastime, had already posted themselves at every outlet from the premises.
'Bring the lantern,' shouted the fellow who held her. 'Why--'tis a girl. I half thought so--Here is a way in,' he continued to his comrades, hastening to the foot of the ladder which led to Bob's room.
'What d'ye want?' said Bob, quietly opening the door, and showing himself still radiant in the full dress that he had worn with such effect at the Theatre Royal, which he had been about to change for his mill suit when Anne gave the alarm.
'This gentleman can't be the right one,' observed a marine, rather impressed by Bob's appearance.
'Yes, yes; that's the man,' said the sergeant. 'Now take it quietly, my young cock-o'-wax. You look as if you meant to, and 'tis wise of ye.'
'Where are you going to take me?' said Bob.
'Only aboard the Black Diamond. If you choose to take the bounty and come voluntarily, you'll be allowed to go ashore whenever your ship's in port. If you don't, and we've got to pinion ye, you will not have your liberty at all. As you must come, willy-nilly, you'll do the first if you've any brains whatever.'
Bob's temper began to rise. 'Don't you talk so large, about your pinioning, my man. When I've settled--'
'Now or never, young blow-hard,' interrupted his informant.
'Come, what jabber is this going on?' said the lieutenant, stepping forward. 'Bring your man.'
One of the marines set foot on the ladder, but at the same moment a shoe from Bob's hand hit the lantern with well-aimed directness, knocking it clean out of the grasp of the man who held it. In spite of the darkness they began to scramble up the ladder. Bob thereupon shut the door, which being but of slight construction, was as he knew only a momentary defence. But it gained him time enough to open the window, gather up his legs upon the sill, and spring across into the apple-tree growing without. He alighted without much hurt beyond a few scratches from the boughs, a shower of falling apples testifying to the force of his leap.
'Here he is!' shouted several below who had seen Bob's figure flying like a raven's across the sky.
There was stillness for a moment in the tree. Then the fugitive made haste to climb out upon a low-hanging branch towards the garden, at which the men beneath all rushed in that direction to catch him as he dropped, saying, 'You may as well come down, old boy. 'Twas a spry jump, and we give ye credit for 't.'
