The Cruise of the Lively Bee; Or, A Boy's Adventures in the War of 1812

  CHAPTER XXIX.

  A LESSON IN MILITARY LAW.

  Even the charms of Bertha Tempest's company did not cause her husbandto neglect his duty.

  When he was told that Bob was in trouble, he at once deemed it to behis duty and a privilege to go with Vernon and see in what the boy'sdanger consisted.

  Bob was one of nature's rough gems, and Tempest believed there was afuture for him which would repay Scarron for his kindness in adoptingthe waif.

  "Lead on!" commanded Vernon, as the watchman seemed to hesitate.

  Perhaps it was the hope of receiving something a little warmer than thecold air of the night which made the officer of the law linger over theblazing logs of wood on the massive andirons.

  But Vernon, though he liked the fire's warmth as much as did thewatchman, was eager to find Bob.

  "Lead on. I must see the powder-monkey without delay."

  "Powder-monkey! ha, ha, ha, that's good, it just suits. Eh?"

  "What were you saying?" asked Vernon.

  "Nothing, your honor."

  "But you laughed----"

  "Yes, your honor, I laughed--ha, ha, ha!--but at my thoughts."

  "If your thoughts were so interesting I would like to laugh with you."

  Vernon was in an unusually pleasant humor; perhaps the genialinfluence of the wine and the sharpness of the winter air combined madehim feel bright and cheerful.

  "Come now, your thoughts, watchman; what were they like?" added Tempest.

  "But your honor may be thinking I'm presuming----"

  "No, no. Come, let us hear them."

  "Well, your honor did call that harum-scarum boy, whose neck is likelyto be lengthened, unless the good Lord forbid, a powder-monkey--ha, ha,ha!"

  "Ha, ha, ha! So he is a powder-monkey," laughed Vernon, "and I haveseveral more of them on my ship."

  "Audacious monkeys!" said the watchman.

  "No, powder-monkeys. Perhaps you do not understand----"

  "Never mind, sir. I'd like to remember that name, and have a laugh atit many a time."

  It was no use trying to explain to the watchman, so Vernon desisted andwalked along by the side of the officer, threading the streets, whichwere but sparsely built up in those days, to the place where Bob wasconfined.

  The lockup was near the Potomac, and not far from the then new navyyard.

  Bob was so great a criminal in the eyes of the watchman that, toprevent his escape, he had been placed in the stocks.

  He was seated on a hard bench, his ankles fastened securely throughholes in a movable board in front of him.

  It was impossible for him to stand up, and as his seat was loose, if hewriggled about much the bench would be overturned, and he would fall onhis back, with his feet, still imprisoned, above his head.

  "Bob, what means this?" asked Vernon.

  "I'm glad your honor came; but, sir, the watch tells me I'm to behanged at daybreak. Not that I minds death--a powder-monkey ought notto be afeared--but I'd like to meet it on the deck of the _LivelyBee_, sir, and I'd like an English bullet to take me off rather thanAmerican rope."

  "What are you talking about? What have you been doing?"

  "Nothing, sir. Nothing."

  Now this was a strange thing. Here was a boy in the stocks, told hewas to die at daybreak, and yet declaring that he was guiltless of allcrime.

  "But with what are you charged?" asked Tempest.

  "Lor', your honor, they didn't charge me anything. I'd have paid ifthey'd let me, but they said I must die."

  "But you must have done something wrong."

  "If I did I'm tarnation sorry, but I ain't sure I did wrong."

  "Tell us all."

  "Well, your honor, I was expecting to leave the city to-morrow withthe captain"--meaning Tempest--"and I kind o' thought that I'd see thebig guns in the yard down there, so as I could tell the boys and Mr.Scarron all about them. So I went, and found the gates all locked;but I climbed the wall and got over. Then, you know, I walked about,looking at the guns, and I didn't see one as good as ours. A man cameup to me and looked at my face for a long time before he spoke, andthen he said: 'Who are you?' and I said, 'Bob.' 'Bob what?' says he,and I answered kind o' proud-like, 'No, I ain't Bob Watt; I'd morelikely be Bob Decatur, or Bob Porter, or Bob Vernon, or Bob Hull,' Ianswered all in a breath, for I was mad; I thought Watt was English,and I didn't want to be thought anything but American. So he says,'What's your other name?' and I thought he meant again that my name wasWatt, so I swore, asking your honor's pardon----"

  "Tell your story shortly," interrupted Vernon.

  "It isn't a story, your honor, it's the truth, every word of it."

  "Go on."

  "With that he struck at me, and I picked up a lanyard and knocked himon the head. He said he'd have me locked up, and I told him to do so,and if he did, Dolly Madison would look after me----"

  "Dolly Madison--who is that?"

  "Lor', your honor, it's the lady as lives at the White House--thePresident's wife--they all call her Dolly, and she's a friend of mine."

  "You should speak more respectfully of the first lady in the land,Bob," Tempest remarked warmly.

  "Now, Bob, that is all, is it?"

  "No, your honor."

  "What other crime did you commit?"

  "The man asked me what I was doing there, and I told him, and I saidthat the gun on the _Lively Bee_ was better than any they'd got. Thenhe showed how ignorant he was, for he said as how the _Lively Bee_ wasEnglish, or if not, then she was only a private craft. With that I hithim again with the lanyard--I'd been busy while I was a-talking, andhad put a good knot in the end, and, oh, my, you should ha' seen himfall! He went kersplash through a window and smashed it all to pieces.Then a chap came out with a gun, and I asked him what the window wouldcost, for I'd pay for it. He put up his gun, and I said, 'Don't shoot,I'll pay for all the damage.' But some more came running up, and Iwas tied up with a rope, and brought here, and the chaps talked abouttreason and murder, though I didn't know what it meant. And that's all."

  "Quite enough, too, Bob; I am afraid you are in Queer Street."

  "Is that the name of this street, your honor?"

  "Don't be a fool, Bob. You've killed a man----"

  "Is that wrong, your honor?"

  "Wrong? Why, it's murder!"

  "But we killed a lot on the _Caroline_ and the _Monarch_ and----"

  "But that was different, that was war."

  "War? Well, and can't I kill a man as calls me a pirate?"

  "No, Bob, or you will get hanged for it. Then you did wrong in goinginto the navy yard. That was treason; you might have been an enemy."

  "I don't understand all your fine lingo, your honor. When I swam to the_Monarch_ and climbed on deck and brought away the flag, you said I wasa hero, for you wanted to know the size of the guns and all about the_Monarch_; now, when I climb a wall to look at our own guns--for theyare American guns, aren't they?--then I'm to die, for that's wrong."

  It was hard to make Bob see the difference between murder and lawfulkilling.

  As the poet Young wrote a hundred and fifty years before, Bobphilosophized:

  "One to destroy is murder by the law; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe. To murder thousands, takes a specious name War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame."

  No wonder that the poor illiterate powder-monkey was unable to see thedifference in the degree of guilt.

  "I will see what can be done, Bob, but I am afraid you are in a badfix."

  "See Dolly--I ask pardon, Mrs. Madison--and she will see to me."

  "What can we do?" asked Tempest.

  "I don't see my way clear. If I were on the deck of my own vessel Icould adjudicate, but the laws on land are so confoundedly strange,"answered Vernon.

  "But no murder was intended----"

  "No, but what right had Bob in the place at all?"

  "A boyish trick."

  "Granted, but he had no right to use force. What does h
e mean byreferring to Mrs. Madison?"

  Tempest told him of the scene at the banquet, and though the captainof the _Lively Bee_ was feeling far from cheerful, he was compelled tolaugh at the comical adventures of the powder-monkey at the White House.

  "We must find out whether the man is alive or dead," said Vernon, asthe story of Bob's danger was again thought of.

  "How?"

  "We must go to the navy yard."

  "Will not the morning do?"

  "No. Why delay? I am sure Mistress Tempest will excuse you."

  "I was not thinking of myself," answered Tempest; "but shall we notappear overanxious?"

  "Zounds, man! I'd drag the President from his bed if I could save Bob."

  And Tempest could well believe his captain capable of doing so.

  The two visited the navy yard, and the officer on duty received themcourteously.

  He, however, declined to answer the question respecting the man who hadbeen struck by Bob.

  "You see, it really makes no difference whether he is alive or dead."

  "It does, though."

  "To the man and his family, yes, but to 'Bob' as you call him, no."

  "How do you reason that out?" asked Tempest.

  The man was evidently fond of talking, and crossed his legs with anassumption of comfort as he spoke.

  "We are at war, you admit that?"

  "Certainly."

  "Then, by the military code, for any one to enter an arsenal or navyyard without permission is to incur the fate of a spy. You know whatthat is?"

  "Death."

  "Just so; then Bob, climbing the wall and examining our guns, is a spy,and therefore must die."

  "But he is a good American, though an ignorant one."

  "You think so?"

  "I am sure of it."

  "Then in that case it is a pity, but we must expect to lose some goodAmericans in war times."

  "But he is not a spy."

  "Not now; no, he is in the stocks, but according to the laws of war hewas a spy."

  "The court must decide that."

  "Yes; but it will be after his death."

  "After his death?"

  "Certainly. He will die at sunrise."

  "Explain yourself. Who has adjudged him worthy of death?" asked Vernonearnestly.

  "We are at war?"

  "Certainly. This is admitted, or I should not have been thanked by thePresident for the captures I have made on the high seas."

  Ignoring the latter part of Vernon's speech, the officer continued:

  "Then being at war, an assault on an officer while on duty is anassault on the nation, and that is treason, and the punishment oftreason is death."

  "But the courts----"

  "May say Bob was innocent, and his family will have that gratification,but he will be dead."

  "Why so?"

  "We are at war--you are impatient--well, you admit that. Now, theofficer who was assaulted was a sentry; an attack on a sentry duringwar time is an offense punishable by death, and the colonel commandingorders it within twenty-four hours."

  "Who is the officer in command?"

  "I am."

  "But you have not ordered Bob's execution?"

  "No, fortunately my superior happened to be here at the time. He gavethe order, I shall carry it out."

  "Where can he be found?"

  "That I know not, for he left no word where he was going; but he is notexpected home until the morning."

  "What is the use of our staying here?" asked Tempest, _sotto voce_.

  The officer heard the question, however, and took it upon himself toanswer.

  "Nothing, unless you like to sit by the fire and await the execution."

  "Zounds, man, what do you take us for?" asked Vernon, indignantly.

  "Most worthy gentlemen, who have had a most wholesome lesson inmilitary law."