Part 23 (1/2)

”But I don't see what I'm to do!” exclaimed Wille. ”How can I bring back the poor la.s.ses? I don't know where they are, I am sure. What shall I do about it? I say, wife--wife! Dido, wake up! Here are the Brownies. Spite has captured Faith and Sophia. Dear me! can't you wake? You're a precious sleepy head!”

Dido awoke in half the time that Wille had taken; but then gentlemen look at those things so differently when it concerns their wives! Wille and Dido held a short conference, which was interrupted by many yawns from the Governor, and finally Dido announced the conclusion.

”Governor Willie has been up all night,” she said; ”He returned at a late hour from Columbus, and is worn out with business, travel and loss of sleep. He must rest now. After breakfast we will go out to the lake and join you in the search after Faith and Sophia.”

”When do you breakfast?” asked Blythe.

”It will be quite late to-morrow--ten o'clock at least, I suppose.”

”And you will not be ready to help us before eleven or twelve, then?”

”I think that is quite likely.”

”Cannot you come without the Governor?” suggested Blythe.

”No, I couldn't think of that. We never undertake such things separately. Good morning, now.”

Dido pulled up her night-cap, retied the strings, and laid her pretty head upon the pillow. Her husband was already breathing heavily, off asleep while Dido was talking.

”But, madam,” said True earnestly, ”twelve o'clock may be too late. You are trifling with this thing! We ask you to pity us and help us. You know the Golden Motto, 'Quickly done is twice done.' If you want to help us at all you must make haste.”

”Hush-s.h.!.+” said Bruce, taking the Sergeant by the arm and leading him away. ”Don't you see? They are both asleep already. We can do nothing more now, I fear. Come, we must once more fall back upon our own resources.”

True left the bed unwillingly. He muttered and sent back reproachful looks as he moved away. He may have been too much interested to judge calmly, but he had decided opinions about the conduct of Wille and Dido--sleeping while Faith and Sophia were in Pixie bonds! He spoke out, too. But his words were unheard. The trio left the chamber and hastened back to camp.

CHAPTER XIX.

A BATTLE ON LAKE KATRINE.

Commodore Rodney and his brave tars were not long in reaching the inlet, where the Brownie fleet lay moored. The damages received in the last sea fight were so far repaired that the s.h.i.+ps were ready for service. Sails were shaken out, cordage stretched, anchors weighed, and before dawn the whole navy was crossing the lake under full sail.

[Ill.u.s.tration: FIG. 77.--A Brownie David or Catapult (side view.)]

Rodney's flag-s.h.i.+p was called the Emma, and was built after designs of the Brownie Naval Constructor. Its hull was cunningly framed from leaves cut, bent and stretched into proper shape. Its sails were delicate leaves fastened upon miniature masts, whose cordage was twisted from fibres of plants. Its armament was thus fas.h.i.+oned: bits of elderberry stalk were cut into short lengths and the pith removed, leaving ”barrels” which were thrust out of port-holes or laid along deck. A rod or ”plunger” fitted into each barrel, the outer end of which was lashed to a string tied to the ends of a bowed strip of elastic wood, hickory for the most part, whose ends were braced by stiff pieces to either side of the barrel. To the end of the ”plunger” several ropes were fastened.

Then tiny pebbles were dropped into the tubes against the head of the rod through holes in the breech. To fire the gun, the Brownies drew the plunger back as far as the elastic strip would allow; then suddenly let go the cords, which the gun crew usually did with a great hurrah. The bended strips sprung into position, forcing the plunger forward, thus driving out the pebbles to a goodly distance. For these cannons or catapults the Brownies had the odd name of ”davids.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: FIG. 78.--A Brownie David (top view.)]

The other vessels of the fleet were smaller than the Emma, but were rigged and fitted out after the same manner. Their names are: the Ken, commanded by Pipe; the Trusty, commanded by Waterborn; the Old Honest, commanded by Tradewind; the Perseverance, commanded by Coral; the Hope, commander Fluke; the Steady, commander Temperance; the Kind, commander Takeheed. These were the princ.i.p.al vessels and their captains were good and tried men.

The Brownie national flag was white, with a blue canton or field; upon the latter was a white cross saltier, known as St. Andrew's Cross, within the centre of which was a red flaming heart surrounded by a wreath of thistle blooms and leaves. The Brownie ”Jack,” after the fas.h.i.+on of American and British fleets, was simply the blue field as above described, without the white fly. Commodore Rodney's pennant was a white streamer, bearing thereupon a white water lily, the long stem of which was bent into the form of the letter ”E,” as used in script, and the whole displayed upon a green leaf.

It was a pretty sight to see the tiny fleet, with sails all set and colors flying, swiftly riding the water. The current of the brook carried the boats well on towards Ellen's Isle. Off the western point of the island they left the stream and proceeded slowly along the northern sh.o.r.e.

[Ill.u.s.tration: FIG. 79.--Brownie Flag and Pennant.]

”Sail, ho!” cried the lookout on the foretopmast cross-trees of the flag-s.h.i.+p.

”Where away?” asked Rodney.

”Dead ahead!”