Peter the Whaler | Page 6

and bagged it; and while Doolan was applauding me, a
pheasant was put up, and in like manner transferred to my game-bag.
Never before had we enjoyed such capital sport, till, weary with our
exercise, we sat down to partake of the provisions, not forgetting a
whisky bottle which my companion had brought with him. While we
were eating, he amused me with an account of an intended run of
smuggled goods which was to be made on the coast two nights thence;
and without much difficulty I agreed to join the party who were to
assist in landing the things, and in carrying them up the country to the
places where they were to be concealed.
On these occasions, conflicts between the coastguard officers and the
smugglers often take place, and lives are frequently lost. This I well
knew, though perhaps I did not think about it. I was pleased with the
idea of the danger, and flattered by having so much confidence placed
in me. I thought it was a very manly thing to assist the smugglers, while
Doolan all the time wished to implicate me, to be able, should we be

discovered, to shield himself by means of me. After breakfast we
resumed our sport. Our game-bags were full and very heavy, and even
we were content. My companion at last proposed to return home.
"Home," I remarked unconsciously. "How can I return home? How can
I face my father after having thus disobeyed him?" I thought. This
feeling had not before occurred to me. I already repented what I had
done. "I can't go home now," said I to Doolan aloud.
"Why not?" said he; "you've a mighty fine faste to place before your
dad; and, faith, if he's a sinsible man, he'll ax no questions how you
came by it." Such were my companion's notions of morality; and in this
instance he spoke what he thought was the truth, for he had been taught
no better, and he knew that thus his own father would have acted.
"It won't do; I cannot look my father in the face, and must go to your
house now; and I will creep home at night, when there's no one to see
me."
"Well, Pater, you must do as you like," he said, laughing; "you're
mighty welcome to come to our house and to stay there as long as you
plase; at the same time that I see no reason at all, at all, why your dad
shouldn't be glad to see such an illigant stock of game for his dinner."
"I know my father better than you do, Pat," said I, for the first time in
my life asserting a little determination with him. "Home I will not go
this day."
So it was settled; and we were bending our steps in the direction of
Doolan's house, through Lord Fetherston's property, when another
pheasant got up before me. My gun was loaded, and I could not resist
the temptation to fire. The bird fell, and I was running forward to pick
it up, when three persons appeared suddenly from a path through a
copse close to me. Doolan, who was a little in advance, ran off as fast
as his legs could carry him, throwing away his game-bag in his fright,
and leaving me to take care of myself as I best could. Two of the
strangers, whom I guessed to be keepers by their dress--indeed one I
knew by sight--rushed forward and seized me roughly by the collar.

"What are you doing here, you young scamp?" exclaimed one of them.
"Killing our lord's game, and caught in the act," he added, picking up
the still fluttering bird. "Come along, and we'll see what he has to say
to you."
The other immediately made chase after my companion; but Doolan
ran very fast, and was in good wind, which the keeper was not, so that
the former soon distanced him. The keeper gave up the chase,
calculating that, having caught one of us, he should be able to lay hands
on the other whenever he chose.
On his return, with many a cuff he dragged me along towards the third
person I spoke of, and whom I at once recognised as Lord Fetherston
himself. He did not remember me; but the keepers did, I suspect, from
the first.
"What is your name, youngster?" said his lordship in a severe tone.
I told him, with the shame I felt strongly depicted on my countenance.
"I am sorry to hear it," he replied. "And that of your companion?"
"Pat Doolan, my lord." I said this with no vindictive feeling, or with
any idea of excusing myself; but I was asked a question, and without
considering what might be the result I answered