Indeed, these brave officers were not unpopular in Monkshaven itself, except at the time when they were brought into actual collision with the people.  They had the frank manners of their profession; they were known to have served in those engagements, the very narrative of which at this day will warm the heart of a Quaker, and they themselves did not come prominently forward in the dirty work which, nevertheless, was permitted and quietly sanctioned by them.  So while few Monkshaven people passed the low public-house over which the navy blue-flag streamed, as a sign that it was the rendezvous of the press-gang, without spitting towards it in sign of abhorrence, yet, perhaps, the very same persons would give some rough token of respect to Lieutenant Atkinson if they met him in High Street.  Touching their hats was an unknown gesture in those parts, but they would move their heads in a droll, familiar kind of way, neither a wag nor a nod, but meant all the same to imply friendly regard.  The ship-owners, too, invited him to an occasional dinner or supper, all the time looking forward to the chances of his turning out an active enemy, and not by any means inclined to give him ‘the run of the house,’ however many unmarried daughters might grace their table.  Still as he could tell a rattling story, drink hard, and was seldom too busy to come at a short notice, he got on better than any one could have expected with the Monkshaven folk.  And the principal share of the odium of his business fell on his subordinates, who were one and all regarded in the light of mean kidnappers and spies—­’varmint,’ as the common people esteemed them:  and as such they were ready at the first provocation to hunt and to worry them, and little cared the press-gang for this.  Whatever else they were, they were brave and daring.  They had law to back them, therefore their business was lawful.  They were serving their king and country.  They were using all their faculties, and that is always pleasant.  There was plenty of scope for the glory and triumph of outwitting; plenty of adventure in their life.  It was a lawful and loyal employment, requiring sense, readiness, courage, and besides it called out that strange love of the chase inherent in every man.  Fourteen or fifteen miles at sea lay the Aurora, good man-of-war; and to her were conveyed the living cargoes of several tenders, which were stationed at likely places along the sea-coast.  One, the Lively Lady, might be seen from the cliffs above Monkshaven, not so far away, but hidden by the angle of the high lands from the constant sight of the townspeople; and there was always the Randyvow-house (as the public-house with the navy blue-flag was called thereabouts) for the crew of the Lively Lady to lounge about, and there to offer drink to unwary passers-by.  At present this was all that the press-gang had done at Monkshaven.

CHAPTER II