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there babbling like a three…year child。  Do you say that some one
hath taken the papers?〃

〃It is sooth; fair sir!  Thrice I have been Mayor of the town; and
fifteen years burgess and jurat; but never once has any public
matter gone awry through me。  Only last month there came an order
from Windsor on a Tuesday for a Friday banquet; a thousand soles;
four thousand plaice; two thousand mackerel; five hundred crabs; a
thousand lobsters; five thousand whiting … 〃

〃I doubt not; Master Mayor; that you are an excellent fishmonger;
but the matter concerns the papers I gave into your keeping。
Where are they?〃

〃Taken; fair sir…gone!〃

〃And who hath dared to take them?〃

〃Alas!  I know not。  It was but for as long as you would say an
angelus that I left the chamber; and when I came back there was
the coffer; broken and empty; upon my table。〃

〃Do you suspect no one?〃

〃There was a varlet who hath come with the last few days into my
employ。  He is not to be found; and I have sent horsemen along
both the Udimore road and that to Rye; that they may seize him。
By the help of Saint Leonard they can scarce miss him; for one can
tell him a bow…shot off by his hair。〃

〃Is it red?〃 asked Chandos eagerly。  〃Is it fox…red; and the man a
small man pocked with sun…spots; and very quick in his movements?〃

〃It is the man himself。〃

Chandos shook his clenched hand with annoyance; and then set off
swiftly down the street。

〃It is Peter the Red Ferret once more!〃 said he。  〃I knew him of
old in France; where he has done us more harm than a company of
men…at…arms。  He speaks English as he speaks French; and he is of
such daring and cunning that nothing is secret from him。  In all
France there is no more dangerous man; for though he is a
gentleman of blood and coat…armor he takes the part of a spy;
because it hath the more danger and therefore the more honor。〃

〃But; my fair lord;〃 cried the Mayor; as he hurried along; keeping
pace with the long strides of the soldier; 〃I knew that you warned
me to take all care of the papers; but surely there was no matter
of great import in it?  It was but to say what stores were to be
sent after you to Calais?〃

〃Is that not everything?〃 cried Chandos impatiently。  〃Can you not
see; oh foolish Master Wintersole; that the French suspect we are
about to make some attempt and that they have sent Peter the Red
Ferret; as they have sent him many times before; to get tidings of
whither we are bound?  Now that he knows that the stores are for
Calais; then the French near Calais will take his warning; and so
the King's whole plan come to nothing。〃

〃Then he will fly by water。  We can stop him yet。  He has not an
hour's start。〃

〃It may be that a boat awaits him at Rye or Hythe; but it is more
like that he has all ready to depart from here。  Ah; see yonder!
I'll warrant that the Red Ferret is on board!〃

Chandos had halted in front of his inn; and now he pointed down to
the outer harbor; which lay two miles off across the green plain。
It was connected by a long winding canal with the inner dock at
the base of the hill; upon which the town was built。  Between the
two horns formed by the short curving piers a small schooner was
running out to sea; dipping and rising before a sharp southerly
breeze。

〃It is no Winchelsea boat;〃 said the Mayor。  〃She is longer and
broader in the beam than ours。〃

〃Horses!  bring horses!〃 cried Chandos。  〃Come; Nigel; let us go
further into the matter。〃

A busy crowd of varlets; archers; and men…at…arms swarmed round
the gateway of the 〃Sign of the Broom Pod;〃 singing; shouting; and
jostling in rough good…fellowship。  The sight of the tall thin
figure of Chandos brought order amongst them; and a few minutes
later the horses were ready and saddled。  A breakneck ride down a
steep declivity; and then a gallop of two miles over the sedgy
plain carried them to the outer harbor。  A dozen vessels were
lying there; ready to start for Bordeaux or Rochelle; and the quay
was thick with sailors; laborers and townsmen and heaped with
wine…barrels and wool…packs。

〃Who is warden here?〃 asked Chandos; springing from his horse。

〃Badding!  Where is Cock Badding?  Badding is warden!〃 shouted the
crowd。

A moment later a short swarthy man; bull…necked and deep…chested;
pushed through the people。  He was clad in rough russet wool with
a scarlet cloth tied round his black curly head。  His sleeves were
rolled up to his shoulders; and his brown arms; all stained with
grease and tar; were like two thick gnarled branches from an oaken
stump。  His savage brown face was fierce and frowning; and was
split from chin to temple with the long white wale of an
ill…healed wound。

〃How now; gentles; will you never wait your turn?〃 he rumbled in a
deep angry voice。  〃Can you not see that we are warping the Rose
of Guienne into midstream for the ebb…tide?  Is this a time to
break in upon us?  Your goods will go aboard in due season; I
promise you; so ride back into the town and find such pleasure as
you may; while I and my mates do our work without let or
hindrance。〃

〃It is the gentle Chandos!〃 cried some one in the crowd。  〃It is
the good Sir John。〃

The rough harbor…master changed his gruffness to smiles in an
instant。  〃Nay; Sir John; what would you?  I pray you to hold me
excused if I was short of speech; but we port…wardens are sore
plagued with foolish young lordlings; who get betwixt us and our
work and blame us because we do not turn an ebb…tide into a flood;
or a south wind into a north。  I pray you to tell me how I can
serve you。〃

〃That boat!〃 said Chandos; pointing to the already distant sail
rising and falling on the waves。  〃What is it?〃

Cock Badding shaded his keen eyes with his strong brows hand。
〃She has but just gone out;〃 said he。  〃She is La Pucelle; a small
wine…sloop from Gascony; home…bound and laden with barrel…staves。〃

〃I pray you did any man join her at the very last?〃

〃Nay; I know not。  I saw no one。〃

〃But I know;〃 cried a seaman in the crowd。  〃I was standing at the
wharf…side and was nigh knocked into the water by a little
redheaded fellow; who breathed as though he had run from the town。
Ere I had time to give him a cuff he had jumped aboard; the ropes
were cast off; and her nose was seaward。〃

In a few words Chandos made all clear to Badding; the crowd
pressing eagerly round。

〃Aye; aye!〃 cried a seaman; 〃the good Sir John is right。  See how
she points。  It is Picardy and not Gascony that she will fetch
this journey in spite of her wine…staves。〃

〃Then we must lay her aboard!〃 cried Cock Badding。  〃Come; lads;
here is my own Marie Rose ready to cast off。  Who's for a trip
with a fight at the end of it?〃

There was a rush for the boat; but the stout little seaman picked
his men。  〃Go back; Jerry!  Your heart is good; but you are
overfat for the work。  You; Luke; and you; Thomas; and the two
Deedes; and William of Sandgate。  You will work the boat。  And now
we need a few men of their hands。  Do you come; little sir?〃

〃I pray you; my dear lord; to let me go!〃 cried Nigel。

〃Yes; Nigel; you can go; and I will bring your gear over to Calais
this night。〃

〃I will join you there; fair sir; and with the help of Saint Paul
I will bring this Red Ferret with me。〃

〃Aboard; aboard!  Time passes!〃 cried Badding impatiently; while
already his seamen were hauling on the line and raising the
mainsail。  〃Now then; sirrah!  who are you?  It was  Aylward; who
had followed Nigel and was pushing his way aboard。

〃Where my master goes I go also;〃 cried Aylward; 〃so stand clear;
master…shipman; or you may come by a hurt。〃

〃By Saint Leonard!  archer;〃 said Cock Badding; 〃had I more time I
would give you a lesson ere I leave land。  Stand back and give
place to others!〃

〃Nay; stand back and give place to me!〃 cried Aylward; and seizing
Badding round the waist he slung him into the dock。

There was a cry of anger from the crowd; for Badding was the hero
of all the Cinque Ports and had never yet met his match in
manhood。  The epitaph still lingers in which it was said that he
〃could never rest until he had foughten his fill。〃  When;
therefore; swi

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