Fitz the Filibuster

Fitz the Filibuster
by George Manville Fenn.
CHAPTER ONE.
ABOARD A GUNBOAT.
"Well, Mr Burnett, what is it?"
"Beg pardon, sir."
"Now, my good boy, have I not told you always to speak out in a sharp,
business-like way? How in the world do you expect to get on in your
profession and become a smart officer, one who can give orders
promptly to his men, if you begin in that stammering, hesitating style?
Here, I'm busy; what do you want?"
"I beg pardon, sir, I--"
"Will--you--speak--out!"
"Yes, sir; Mr Storks is going off to-night with an armed boat's crew--"
"Thank you, Mr Burnett, I am much obliged; but allow me to tell you
that your news is very stale, for I was perfectly aware of that fact, and
gave the orders to Mr Storks myself."
"Yes, sir; of course, sir; but--"
"My good boy, what do you want?"
"To go with them, sir."

"Oh! Then why didn't you say so at first?"
"I didn't know how you'd take it, sir."
"Then you know now: very badly. No; the boat's going on important
business, and I don't want her packed full of useless boys. What good
do you expect you could do there?"
"Learn my profession, sir."
"Oh! Ah! H'm! Well--that's smart. Yes, I like that, Mr Burnett, much
better. Well, I don't know what to say. There's no danger. Perhaps you
will be away all the night and get no sleep."
"Shouldn't mind that, sir. Mr Storks said that he wouldn't mind."
"Doesn't matter whether Mr Storks minds or not. Well--yes; you may
go. There, there, no thanks; and--er--and--er--don't take any notice, Mr
Burnett; I am a little irritable this evening--maddening toothache, and
that sort of thing. Don't get into mischief. That'll do."
Commander Glossop, R.N., generally known as Captain of H.M.
Gunboat Tonans, on special duty from the Channel Squadron, went
below to his cabin, and Fitzgerald Burnett--Fitz for short--midshipman,
seemed suddenly to have grown an inch taller, and comparatively
stouter, as he seemed to swell out with satisfaction, while his keen grey
eyes literally sparkled as he looked all a boy.
"Thought he was going to snap my head off," he mattered, as he began
to walk up and down, noticing sundry little preparations that were in
progress in connection with one of the quarter-boats, in which, as she
swung from the davits, a couple of the smart, barefooted sailors, whose
toes looked very pink in the chill air, were overhauling and
re-arranging oars, and the little mast, yard and sail, none of which
needed touching, for everything was already in naval apple-pie order.
Fitz Burnett ended his walk by stopping and looking on.

"Going along with us, sir?" said one of the sailors.
"Yes," said the lad shortly, and sharply enough to have satisfied his
superior if he had overheard.
"That's right, sir," said the man, so earnestly that the boy looked
pleased.
"Know where we are going, sir?" the other man ventured to ask.
"Is it likely?" was the reply; "and if I did know do you suppose that I
would tell you?"
"No, sir, of course not. But it's going to be something desperate, sir,
because we have got to take all our tools."
"Ah, you'll see soon enough," said the boy, and full of the importance
of being one in some expedition that was to break the monotony of the
everyday routine, as well as to avoid further questioning, and any
approach to familiarity on the part of the men, Fitz continued his walk,
to come in contact directly after with another superior officer in the
shape of the lieutenant.
"Hullo, Mr Burnett! So you are to go with us to-night, I hear."
"Yes, sir," cried the boy eagerly. "Would you mind telling me what we
are going to do?"
"Then you don't know?"
"No, sir."
"Then why did you ask the captain to let you go?"
"I wanted to be there, sir. Armed boat's crew going off! It sounded so
exciting."
"I don't think that you will find much excitement, Mr Burnett; but wait
and see. If you want more information I must refer you to the captain."

This last was accompanied by a nod and a good-humoured smile, as the
officer moved away to look at the boat, but turned his head to add--
"Better put on a warm jacket; I dare say we shall have a cold night's
work."
"I don't care," said the boy to himself. "Anything for a change. I do get
so tired of this humdrum steaming here and steaming there, and going
into port to fill up the coal-bunkers. Being at sea isn't half so jolly as I
used to think it was, and it is so cold. Wish we could get orders to sail
to one of those