Phantom Ship. Frederick Marryat

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      “They are four to one — would soon overpower you, and one more life would be lost.”

      “Not if you have arms; and I think your father would not be left without them. I fear them not — you know that I am resolute.”

      “I do indeed — and now you’d risk your life for those you did assail. I thank you, thank you kindly, sir — but dare not ope the door.”

      “Then, maiden, if you’ll not admit me, here will I now remain; without arms, and but ill able to contend with four armed villains; but still, here will I remain and prove my truth to one I will protect ’gainst any odds — yes, even here!”

      “Then shall I be thy murderer! — but that must not be. Oh! sir — swear, swear by all that’s holy, and by all that’s pure, that — you do not deceive me.”

      “I swear by thyself, maiden, than all to me more sacred!”

      The casement closed, and in a short time a light appeared above. In a minute or two more the door was opened to Philip by the fair daughter of Mynheer Poots. She stood with the candle in her right hand, the colour in her cheeks varying — now flushing red, and again deadly pale. Her left hand was down by her side, and in it she held a pistol half concealed. Philip perceived this precaution on her part, but took no notice of it; he wished to re-assure her.

      “Maiden!” said he, not entering, “if you still have doubts — if you think you have been ill advised in giving me admission — there is yet time to close the door against me; but for your own sake I entreat you not. Before the moon is up, the robbers will be here. With my life I will protect you, if you will but trust me. Who indeed could injure one like you?”

      She was indeed (as she stood irresolute and perplexed from the peculiarity of her situation, yet not wanting in courage when it was to be called forth) an object well worthy of gaze and admiration. Her features thrown into broad light and shade by the candle which at times was half extinguished by the wind — her symmetry of form and the gracefulness and singularity of her attire — were matter of astonishment to Philip. Her head was without covering, and her long hair fell in plaits behind her shoulders; her stature was rather under the middle size, but her form perfect; her dress was simple but becoming, and very different from that usually worn by the young women of the district. Not only her features but her dress would at once have indicated to a traveller that she was of Arab blood, as was the fact.

      She looked in Philip’s face as he spoke — earnestly, as if she would have penetrated into his inmost thoughts; but there was a frankness and honesty in his bearing, and a sincerity in his manly countenance, which re-assured her. After a moment’s hesitation she replied —

      “Come in, sir; I feel that I can trust you.”

      Philip entered. The door was then closed and made secure.

      “We have no time to lose, maiden,” said Philip: “but tell me your name, that I may address you as I ought.”

      “My name is Amine,” replied she, retreating a little.

      “I thank you for that little confidence; but I must not dally. What arms have you in the house, and have you ammunition?”

      “Both. I wish that my father would come home.”

      “And so do I,” replied Philip, “devoutedly wish he would, before these murderers come; but not, I trust, while the attack is making, for there’s a carbine loaded expressly for his head, and if they make him prisoner, they will not spare his life, unless his gold and your person are given in ransom. But the arms, maiden — where are they?”

      “Follow me,” replied Amine, leading Philip to an inner room on the upper floor. It was the sanctum of her father, and was surrounded with shelves filled with bottles and boxes of drugs. In one corner was an iron chest, and over the mantelpiece were a brace of carbines and three pistols.

      “They are all loaded,” observed Amine, pointing to them, and laying on the table the one which she had held in her hand.

      Philip took down the arms and examined all the primings. He then took up from the table the pistol which Amine had laid there, and threw open the pan. It was equally well prepared. Philip closed the pan, and with a smile observed: —

      “So this was meant for me, Amine?”

      “No — not for you — but for a traitor, had one gained admittance.”

      “Now, maiden,” observed Philip, “I shall station myself at the casement which you opened, but without a light in the room. You may remain here, and can turn the key for your security.”

      “You little know me,” replied Amine. “In that way at least I am not fearful: I must remain near you and reload the arms — a task in which I am well practised.”

      “No, no,” replied Philip, “you might be hurt.”

      “I may. But think you I will remain here idly, when I can assist one who risks his life for me? I know my duty, sir, and I shall perform it.”

      “You must not risk your life, Amine,” replied Philip; “my aim will not be steady if I know that you’re in danger. But I must take the arms into the other chamber, for the time is come.”

      Philip, assisted by Amine, carried the carbines and pistols into the adjoining chamber; and Amine then left Philip, carrying with her the light. Philip, as soon as he was alone, opened the casement and looked out — there was no one to be seen; he listened, but all was silent. The moon was just rising above the distant hill, but her light was dimmed by fleecy clouds, and Philip watched for a few minutes; at length he heard a whispering below. He looked out, and could distinguish through the dark the four expected assailants, standing close to the door of the house. He walked away softly from the window, and went into the next room to Amine, whom he found busy preparing the ammunition.

      “Amine, they are at the door, in consultation. You can see them now without risk. I thank them, for they will convince you that I have told the truth.”

      Amine, without reply, went into the front room and looked out of the window. She returned, and laying her hand upon Philip’s arm, she said — “Grant me your pardon for my doubts. I fear nothing now but that my father may return too soon, and they seize him.”

      Philip left the room again, to make his reconnoissance. The robbers did not appear to have made up their mind — the strength of the door defied their utmost efforts, so they attempted stratagem. They knocked, and as there was no reply, they continued to knock louder and louder: not meeting with success, they held another consultation, and the muzzle of a carbine was then put to the keyhole, and the piece discharged. The lock of the door was blown off, but the iron bars which crossed the door within, above and below, still held it fast.

      Although Philip would have been justified in firing upon the robbers when he first perceived them in consultation at the door, still there is that feeling in a generous mind which prevents the taking away of life, except from stern necessity; and this feeling made him withhold his fire until hostilities had actually commenced. He now levelled one of the carbines at the head of the robber nearest to the door, who was busy examining the effect which the discharge of the piece had made, and what further obstacles intervened. The aim was true, and the man fell dead, while the others started back with surprise at the unexpected retaliation. But in a second or two a pistol was discharged at СКАЧАТЬ