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tO-OAY S SHORT STORY.] .Trevelyan's…

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tO-OAY S SHORT STORY.] Trevelyan's Daring. In the year 1854, the Hotspur, a new screw- jleamer of no very great size, was, in company with the rest of the British Fleet, under Sir Charles Napier, flying the white ensign in the Baltic. The admiral heard that a sailing-vessel was expected to arrive at Libau from Riga with a consignment of rifles and ammunition for ihe garrison of the former place; we were- despatched immediately to patrol that parti- cular strip of coast, and to capture the Nikolai Alexandrovitch-for that was the vessel's name—whenever she appeared. But these instructions were not as easily carried out as given. Our prey did indeed turn up just as we expected, but managed to elude us in a dense fog, which came on just as we thought we had her safely in our clutches, and ran for shelter into a small bay, which took its name from the town on its shores, a town which, for the purposes of my story, 1 will call Kinsk. Well, matters were in this unsatisfactory state, when one day the rumour flew through the ship that the senior midshipman, Trevelyan, had volunteered to make his way alone, and in disguise, into the town of Xinsk. At first our captain hesitated about giving permission; he warned Trevelyan that if discovered and captured he would certainly be skot as a spy. But the middy was firm; ¡ rvminded Captain Montague that his perfect ¡ knowledge of Russian would stand him in good stead, and with much reluctance our worthy commander gave his consent. He was landed about a mile down the ooarit, at a spot quite out of sight of the protecting forts, and he at once struck off inland towards the little town of Kinsk, which he reached in safety and without adventure. Arrived in the town, he mingled with the peasantry who had come in from the surrounding country, with some of the soldiers of the garrison, and he very soon found that he stood in no danger, in no imminent danger at least, of discovery. But the information he acquired was most unsatisfactory. From the gunners he learnt that there was a garrison of three hundred men in the town, while two hundred more were distributed amongst the -forts, in one of which twelve guns were mounted and in the other eight. The fishermen also in- formed him that the authorities, seeing that the British ship was determined to remain on guard, had resolved to have the cargo of the Nikolai Alexandrovitch removed the following day, and taken overland to Libau. .Paul glanced at the Nikolai, and then at her grim guardian, lying out in deeper water, and fumed inwardly. He shook off his companions at last by pretending to be overcome with vodki, and, lying down under the lee of a boat, he was soon apparently sound asleep, though in Teality he was closely watching everybody who oame or went on the wharf. At length, just as afternoon was giving place to evening, a seemingly trivial inci- dent occurred to break the dull monotony of Trevelyan's watch. A tail man in nautical attire came down to' the wharf, and, halt- ing almost directly above the spot where the midshipman lay, hailed the Nikolai Alexandrovitoh, in an authoritative tone which proclaimed him the skipper of the Vessel. Promptly an answering hail came back out of the fog. No, I'm not coming on board," shouted the Russian captain in reply, the com- mandant has sent for me to go to his quar- ters and arrange about moving that cargo I to-morrow, so I shall not be back till late. Send -a boat ashore for me about ten o'clock, Fecdor. I shall be here by thn," .But the brief conversation had put a ¡ strange, wild idea into Paul Trevelyan's mind. If only he could get aboard the Nikolai, and overpower the two men who were her only guardians, it would be so easy, in the midst d that perilous cargo, to destroy its usefulness for ever. ¡ The scheme was frightfully hazardous, of course. At any moment a shout from the Nikolai would alarm the war-vessel, and besides, Paul knew that in escaping, if he escaped at all, he must run the gauntlet of the forts. In the boat near which he had been lying were a pair of oars and some pieces of hali- rotten sail-cloth. With this he quickly m-uftied the OIlTS, and then, haulimg down the boat to the water's edge, he pushed off, and Towed noiselessly towards the spot where the hull of the Nikolai loomed out of the mist. Fortunately the mate was standing with his back towards the town. There was a small boat towing alongside, l ajid, coolly transferring himse!l and his muffled oars to this, Trevelyan let the little craft drift away. Then, hastily slipping off 7aia rough peasant's shoes, he climbed up the rope, a.nd so reached the deck of the Nikolai. Once there, a single moment sufficed him to take out and cock his revolver, and another to step swiftly and noiselessly across the rather u-n-tidy deck; then suddenly before the astonished and terrified sailor could even turn round, Paul clapped the weapon to his head and whispered fiercely in Rusian: Utter a sound, or move except as I tell you, and you are a dead moan!" Trevelyan could feel the mate start con- vulsively, could hear his swift gasp of utter dread, but he uttered no cry, and stood motionless, as if cut in stone. j "Turn!" said the midshipman, sharply; and the other obeyed. Now sit down on the deck, and hand me tha-t coil of light rope." The Russian complied. Paul put his hand into the breast of his shirt, and, drawing out a handkerchief, ?ag?ed the terrined man; then, laying his pistol on the deck beside him, he proce-ed to make the luckless Feodor completely help- i lees by binding him hand and foot. This done. Trevelyan withdrew the gag for a moment, and demanded authoritatively: "WTiere is your comrade?" He is over yonder uy the bastdbway, asleep." And where does your captain keep the key of the powder magazine?" A quiver of deadly terror swept across the Russians face. lie hesitated, and wag silent: "You needn't be frightened," said Tre- velyan, grimly. He keeps it hanging above the bunk in his cabin, the largest one on the right." He picked up the rest of tho coil of rope as he spoke, and stole silently across the deck to where the second Russian lay, still sleeping soundly. It was the work of five minutes to shake the man into wakefulness, and then to cow him into silence with the fear of instant death, while he was served as his com- panion had been. Then, having reduced his two enemies to abject helplessness, Paul vanished through the hatohway in search of the Russian skipper's cabin. lie found it at length, and also the key of the magazine, hanging just as the mate had said, on a nail above the captain's bunk. The key Paul promptly took possession of, and then pro- ceeded with his errand of destruction. He hastily searched t,he ship, in order to make sure that the perilous cargo was really on board. There was no doubt of that, &s he very soon discovered, for in the hold were piled cases upon cases of rifles, while the magazine was stored with boxes of cartridges and barrels of powder. It took Trevelyan some little time to open one of these latter, and then the young midshipman set to work to construct a rude kind of fuse composed of wetted linen and a few grains of powder. His task being then so far accomplished, Paul hurried on deck. He "as anxious to complete his work. Hastily unfastening the rope which bound the mate's ankles, and loosening that on his wrists, Paul, holding the revolver ready, ordered the Russian to get into the boat which was made fast alongside. I don't wish to have your death upon my M"cien,c,e. You see, my good Fdor, this vessel, with her entire cargo, will be flying skywards in a very few minutes, and so you had better be quick "—a threat which had the effect of hastening the Russian sailor's movements very considerably. Chice in the boat, Feodor's bonds were again tightened, and then the same process was gone througn with his comrade. Having tblls embarked his- prisoners, Paul rowed them with all speed to the shore, and tumbled them out with scant ceremony upon the deserted wharf, pushing off immediately on his return journey to the ship. He clam- bered upon the deck of the Nikolai once more. A lighted lantern swung in the cuddy, and, hastily snatching it down, Trevelyan hurried on to the magazine, where the ship and her valuable cargo lay at the mercy of a single spark. Hiss' the rough fuse spat and crackled as he plunged it into the slender flame, and then, flinging the lantern wildly aside, Paul sprang liKe lightning up the ladder. He swung himself down into the boat, cast off the rope, rowed out into the little har- bour, heading past the spot where the Russian war-vessel lay, wrapt in her shroud of mist. He could hear the voices of the sailors on her decks as he shot onward through the fog; then it seemed to Paul Trevelyan that the very sky above him was rent by a deafening noise like a clap of thunder, the murky obscurity was illuminated by a vivid blaze, there came a sharp rattle of falling debris, some of which descended quite close to our midshipman's boat, and then all was still. But not for long. Aestin-, for a moment on his oars, Trevelyan could presently hear a bavvle of shouts and cries from the town. and a few short, sharp words of command uttered on the man-o'-war, and followed by a splash which his sailor's instinct told him was caused by a rapidly-lowered boat striking the water. Suddenly a gun boomed out from the bat- tery above the town, and was replied to a few moments later by another from one of the forts on the projecting headlands, ^ue forts were aroused now, and in a few minutes the enemy would be hot upon his track; already he could he,ar the distant sound of loud-voiced questions and answers, as the Russian man-o'-wcar's men spoke, and were answered from the shore. Then there came the swift -splashing of oars, and he knew that the foe had given chase at last. On—on—his muscular arms sent the light boat flying through the mist, until at length his craft shot into the patch of blackness which lay close beneath the right-ha.nd fort. His pursuers were coming up rapidly, pulling with the swift steadiness of trained muscles, and even as Trevelyan paused for an instant to re-gain his breath, the sentry on the rampart above him hailed the Russian boat. "The Commandant wishes to know what has happened," he shouted, "and where are you going in such haste? Can you tell us if it were on board a ship that explosion occurred which we heard just now?" I "It was the Nikolai Alex an??..Iitch, shouted back the officer in charge of tne j boat; "she has been blown to pieces and her cargo destroyed by an English spy whoon we are chasing now! By all the Saints, there he goes!"—as Paul. putting his full strength into the stroke, sent his skiff flying towards the open sea, where the Russians could see her dimly. Fire! or he will escape us yet. Give way there for your lives!" Swiftly the garrison of the fort obeyed the hasty order, and bullets fell around the little boat like hail, but Trevelyan kept on his way with a smile on his lips and a glow at his heart. Nearer and nearer his pursuers swept, but now there was a gleaming point of light right ahead. It was a lantern held up as a beacon by the coxswain in one of the Hot- spur's boats, amd with all his failing Btremgth the mi#iy shouted: "Hotspur, ahoy'" "Ay, ay!" came the lusty answer. "Is that you, Trevelyan?" "Yes, yes! Pull your best. or they'U have me yet! They're close behind!" And with a cheer the British boat's crew bent to t?h,eir oars. In a very few moments they were alongside, and Trevelyan wa? hauled aboard I while the Russian boat, her occupants f ? iLrd and furious, wa-s sullenly headed for the forts once more.

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