“Oh! take me to Flora,” he said; “let me not delay another moment in seeking her, and convincing her that I could not have been guilty of the baseness of deserting her.”

“Hark you, Mr. Holland, I have quite made up my mind that I will not leave Bannerworth Hall yet; but you can go alone, and easily find them by the directions which I will give you; only let me beg of you not to go abruptly into the presence of Flora.  She is in an extremely delicate state of health, and although I do not take upon myself to say that a shock of a pleasurable nature would prove of any paramount bad consequence to her, yet it is as well not to risk it.”

“I will be most careful, you may depend.”

At this moment there was a loud ringing at the garden bell, and, when it was answered by one of the dragoons, who was ordered to do so by his officer, he came back, escorting no other than Jack Pringle, who had been sent by the admiral to the Hall, but who had solaced himself so much on the road with divers potations, that he did not reach it till now, which was a full hour after the reasonable time in which he ought to have gone the distance.

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Jack was not to say dumb, but he had had enough to give him a very jolly sort of feeling of independence, and so he came along quarrelling with the soldier all the way, the latter only laughing and keeping his temper admirably well, under a great deal of provocation.

“Why, you land lubbers,” cried Jack, “what do you do here, all of you, I wonder!  You are all wamphighers, I’ll be bound, every one of you.  You mind me of marines, you do, and that’s quite enough to turn a proper seaman’s stomach, any day in the week.”

The soldier only laughed, and brought Jack up to the little group of persons consisting of Dr. Chillingworth, the hangman, Charles Holland, and the officer.

“Why, Jack Pringle,” said Dr. Chillingworth, stepping before Charles, so that Jack should not see him,—­“why, Jack Pringle, what brings you here?”

“A slight squall, sir, to the nor’west.  Brought you something to eat.”

Jack produced a bottle.

“To drink, you mean?”

“Well, it’s all one; only in this here shape, you see, it goes down better, I’m thinking, which does make a little difference somehow.”

“How is the admiral?”

“Oh, he’s as stupid as ever; Lord bless you, he’d be like a ship without a rudder without me, and would go swaying about at the mercy of winds and waves, poor old man.  He’s bad enough as it is, but if so be I wasn’t to give the eye to him as I does, bless my heart if I thinks as he’d be above hatches long.  Here’s to you all.”

Jack took the cork from the bottle he had with him, and there came from it a strong odour of rum.  Then he placed it to his lips, and was enjoying the pleasant gurgle of the liquor down his throat, when Charles stepped up to him, and laying hold of the lower end of the bottle, he dragged it from his mouth, saying,—­