“How dare you talk in the way you have of my uncle, you drunken, mutinous rascal, and behind his back too!”

The voice of Charles Holland was as well known to Jack Pringle as that of the admiral, and his intense astonishment at hearing himself so suddenly addressed by one, of whose proximity he had not the least idea, made some of the rum go, what is popularly termed, the wrong way, and nearly choked him.

He reeled back, till he fell over some obstruction, and then down he sat on a flower bed, while his eyes seemed ready to come out of his head.

“Avast heavings,” he cried, “Who’s that?”

“Come, come,” said Charles Holland, “don’t pretend you don’t know me; I will not have my uncle spoken of in a disrespectful manner by you.”

“Well, shiver my timbers, if that ain’t our nevey.  Why, Charley, my boy, how are you?  Here we are in port at last.  Won’t the old commodore pipe his eye, now.  Whew! here’s a go.  I’ve found our nevey, after all.”

“You found him,” said Dr. Chillingworth; “now, that is as great a piece of impudence as ever I heard in all my life.  You mean that he has found you, and found you out, too, you drunken fellow.  Jack, you get worse and worse every day.”

“Ay, ay, sir.”

“What, you admit it?”

“Ay, ay, sir.  Now, Master Charley, I tell you what it is, I shall take you off to your old uncle, you shore going sneak and you’ll have to report what cruise you’ve been upon all this while, leaving the ship to look after itself.  Lord love you all, if it hadn’t been for me I don’t know what anybody would have done.”

“I only know of the result,” said Dr Chillingworth, “that would ensue, if it were not for you, and that would consist in a great injury to the revenue, in consequence of the much less consumption of rum and other strong liquors.”

“I’ll be hanged up at the yard if I understands what you mean,” said Jack; “as if I ever drunk anything—­I, of all people in the world.  I am ashamed of you.  You are drunk.”

Several of the dragoons had to turn aside to keep themselves from laughing, and the officer himself could not forbear from a smile as be said to the doctor,—­

“Sir, you seem to have many acquaintances, and by some means or another they all have an inclination to come here to-night.  If, however, you consider that you are bound to remain here from a feeling that the Hall is threatened with any danger, you may dismiss that fear, for I shall leave a picquet here all night.”

“No, sir,” replied Dr. Chillingworth, “it is not that I fear now, after the manner in which they have been repulsed, any danger to the Hall from the mob; but I have reasons for wishing to be in it or near it for some time to come.”

“As you please.”

“Charles, do not wait for or accept the guidance of that drunken fellow, but go yourself with a direction which I will write down for you in a leaf of my pocket-book.”