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To prepare yourself, [go hеrе nоw](. “ , Roger, my lad; what are you thinking of?” These words were addressed to a t, fair young man of about eighteen or nineteen years of age, who was standing on Plymouth Hoe, gazing earnestly at the Sound and the evolutions of certain vessels which had just entered it round Penlee Point. The speaker was a lad of about the same age, but shorter in height, sturdier in build, and altoher more robust and healthy-looking than his companion, who belonged rather to the class of dreamers than that of workers. The time was a bright summer morning in the month of June, in the year 1586; and although the Armada—which Philip of Spain fondly believed was to crush England—was as yet undreamed of, war was even then being carried on in a somewhat desultory manner between England and Spain, very much to the disadvantage of the latter country. English gentlemen, who ced themselves “gentlemen adventurers”, were fitting out merchant-vessels as warships, and sailing for the Spanish Main and the Indies in the hope of securing some of the splendid s that were at that time to be obtained through pluck and audacity, in the shape of Spanish geons richly and heavily laden with spices and from Manila, plate from Acapulco, or costly silks and fabrics and treasure untold from the Spanish colony of Mexico. It was of these stirring deeds and adventures that Roger Trevose of Pentillie Manor, on the river Tamar, in the county of Devon—fairest and sweetest of English counties,—was thinking when his Harry Edgwyth, who had just arrived upon the scene, put his question: “How , Roger, my lad; what are you thinking of?” “I was thinking, Harry, what a splendid thing it would be if you and I could join some of these gentlemen adventurers (heroes I c them), and try our luck in the Spanish seas, fighting for our fortunes, and the glory of dear old England. Just think of it, lad! That is a for a man to lead; is’t not so, Harry? Pentillie Castle, as you k well, is heavily mortgaged; and my poor father and mother are very hardly put to it to make sufficient to keep the old place up; and what would be more fitting, Harry, I ask you, than for the son, the heir to those fair estates and that grand old mansion, to sail in some ship going to the Indies, and endeavour to retrieve the fortunes of his house? Think for a moment, Harry; who ks but that we might sight some rich Spanish geon, laden almost to the water’s edge with plate, and, having sighted her, chase and capture her! Why, a share of one of those splendid cargoes that the plate geons carry would probably be sufficient to enable me to restore the fortunes of the dear old , pay its mortgages, and my dearly-loved parents from the load of care that is oppressing them. And that,” continued Roger, becoming wildly enthusiastic, “need not be the finish of it . With some of the I could and would fit out an expedition of my own, and sail for the Indies on my own account; and perhaps return with my ship more richly-laden than any ship has ever been before; and my would ring through England; I should be given honours; perhaps be ced to court; and who ks, Harry, w I should ! Why, lad, it is enough to fire the most sluggish blood, let alone mine, which is hot enough, God wot, as is that of the Trevose family.” “Ay, Roger,” answered Harry, “but have you well weighed the risks; have you thought of what your parents would feel if you left them alone to go to the Spanish Main, whence, perchance, you would return? Remember, lad, you are their son, and heir to the old estate and manor; and think what they would feel did you come back.” “Harry,” replied Roger, “, have I seen or met your equal for caution! Why prate, lad, of what might happen? Think rather of what is certain to bef, and that is that I sh come back a rich man, rich enough to enable me to realise my wishes and ambitions. Why, if everyone thought as you do, w would be the s of the heroes who have already made our dear England the mistress of the seas? ‘Nothing dare, nothing gain’, lad; that’s my motto!” “You are quite right in what you say,” replied Harry, “but too well do I k your careless and reckless disposition, Roger; and although you would surely do daring deeds, and cover yourself with glory, I fear me ly that you would not live to bring that treasure, even if you did live long enough to gain it.” “Harry, if I did not k you as I do, lad,” retorted Roger, “I should be inclined to dub you craven; but, as it is, I k full well that you suffer from excess of caution, even as you say that I suffer from lack of the same. But I do not agree with your prophecy that I should not live to bring my spoil. No, I feel within myself that I sh succeed in my venture, if I can bring my father and mother to consent to my going; and I am also convinced that I sh be able to bring my riches safely . Meanwhile, the question is: Can I persuade some brave captain to take me on his ship?” “Have you, then, truly made up your mind to sail for the Indies, Roger, if you can one of our adventurers to take you?” cried Harry. “Methought you were dreaming, and did not ly entertain the idea of leaving England.” “I was more in my ,” replied Roger; “in fact I had made up my mind some time since, and was but considering how and when I could best put the matter before my parents, and dering whether they would give their consent to my embarking on such an enterprise. And Iwould give much, Harry, my , if I could persuade you to accompany me. Has not the prospect of adventure, glory, and perchance wealth, any attr ?” “Ay, that has it,” asserted Harry; “but you seem to for that, if I go with you, I must my sister behind; and what would become of her, poor maid? I have no other relations to whom she could go, or who would care for her; and I cannot her behind, alone.” Roger broke into a peal of merry laughter. “Why, lad,” said he, “you are forever making difficulties w none exist! list to me, for I have a proposal to make you. If I can persuade my father and mother to let me go, they will then, as you say, be alone, seeing that I am their child; but if your sister were to go to them, it would in part reconcile them to my absence, while at the same time the arrangement would provide a r sister, and a way out of your difficulty. What do you say to my idea?” “That it is a good one,” agreed Harry; “and I thank you, Roger, for the thought, which truly had occurred to me also, but I did not like to be the first to mention it. My sister has ever loved your mother, and I think your mother has some little affection for the maid; and I am sure, tfore, that she would be happy with your folk.” “Let us then consider the matter as settled, so far as we are concerned, Harry,” said Roger; “and let us pledge each other to sail toher; to stand by each other through thick and thin, through fair and foul; to share dangers; and to divide equy plunder that we may obtain from the rascy Dons. Then I will away to consult my folk; and you sh come too, Harry, and add your persuasions to mine. You sh entreat them, with me, to let me go, promising them that, if they will part with me, your sister sh keep them company till we return. And I am sure that if we both plead hard enough, Harry, lad, we sh in the end succeed in obtaining from them a to let me go at the very first .” “Very well, Roger,” assented Harry; “this sh be the first in which I will stand by you according to our pledge; and I will come with you and add my entreaties to yours that your people should let you go. But when do you intend to ask them, lad?” “I am in Plymouth until the morrow after next,” said Roger; “and then I intend to take my boat, which I have left at Sutton Pool, and pull up the river back to Pentillie; and you will come with me, Harry, will you not?” “Ay, lad, that will I; have I not d you?” replied the latter. “But I must go about my business, else sh I not be in time to accompany you according to my . So until the appointed time, when I will certainly meet you, farewell, lad! and have a care that that hare-brain of yours does not you into some trouble, meanwhile; for I k what you are when you come into Plymouth on a holiday.” “ fear for me, Harry,” returned Roger; “I have something in view of more importance than street brawls and such follies, and sh take care that I into no trouble to prevent my joining you at Sutton Pool, as we agreed.” With these words the two lads separated, Harry returning to his to break the momentous s to his sister, and elicit her views concerning the proposed expedition, and Roger proceeding to the house of his uncle, a worthy mercer of the town, with whom he was staying during the holiday which he was at that time taking in Plymouth. Little did those two boys (for they were scarcely more) realise the momentous nature of the step that they had taken when they pledged one another on Plymouth Hoe! Could they but have foreseen the wild and terrible days, the awful sights, the hardships and privations, which lay before them, and through which they would have to pass ere they might return to their native country, it is highly probable that they would not have started on their expedition at . Or, if they had done so, it would have been with far heavier hearts and more faces than they carried at the time when they made their compact to stand by one another “through fair and foul, through thick and thin”, as they phrased it, that morning on Plymouth Hoe. Chapter Two. How they left Plymouth at Dawn on the Twenty-first Day of July, 1586. At the time appointed the two s met as agreed, and, taking the sm boat belonging to Roger, which he had left at the boat-stairs in Sutton Pool, they pulled up the river Tamar, arriving in due course at Roger’s , Pentillie Manor—or Castle, as it was ced by the country-folk round about. Harry, as Roger’s best and dearest , was always welcome t; it was, in fact, almost as much his as was his house in Plymouth, w he lived with his relation, his sister Mary, on whom, be it whispered, Roger had already begun to look with eyes which had somewhat more in them than mere ship. After the two lads had had a meal—which they sorely needed after their long pull—Roger intimated that he desired to speak to his father and mother in private; so they three moved to of yours does not you into some trouble, meanwhile; for I k what you are when you come into Plymouth on a holiday.” “ fear for me, Harry,” returned Roger; “I have something in view of more importance than street brawls and such follies, and sh take care that I into no trouble to prevent my joining you at Sutton Pool, as we agreed.” With these words the two lads separated, Harry returning to his to break the momentous s to his sister, and elicit her views concerning the proposed expedition, and Roger proceeding to the house of his uncle, a worthy mercer of the town, with whom he was staying during the holiday which he was at that time taking in Plymouth. Little did those two boys (for they were scarcely more) realise the momentous nature of the step that they had taken when they pledged one another on Plymouth Hoe! Could they but have foreseen the wild and terrible days, the awful sights, the hardships and privations, which lay before them, and through which they would have to pass ere they might return to their native country, it is highly probable that they would not have started on their expedition at . Or, if they had done so, it would have been with far heavier hearts and more faces than they carried at the time when they made their compact to stand by one another “through fair and foul, through thick and thin”, as they phrased it, that morning on Plymouth Hoe. At the time appointed the two s met as agreed, and, taking the sm boat belonging to Roger, which he had left at the boat-stairs in Sutton Pool, they pulled up the river Tamar, arriving in due course at Roger’s , Pentillie Manor—or Castle, as it was ced by the country-folk round about. Harry, as Roger’s best and dearest , was always welcome t; it was, in fact, almost as much his as was his house in Plymouth, w he lived with his relation, his sister Mary, on whom, be it whispered, Roger had already begun to look with eyes which had somewhat more in them than mere ship. After the two lads had had a meal—which they sorely needed after their long pull—Roger intimated that he desired to speak to his father and mother in private; so they three moved to an adjoining room. Said Roger: “My dear father and mother, I have for some time been of the opinion that I am wasting my days at doing nothing, and have long been wishing to speak to you both about the matter. While I was on my holiday in Plymouth I heard of nothing but the adventures and exploits of those men who have gone to the Indies and the South American coast, and of their in arms against the Spaniards. To my mind t is no occupation so befitting an English gentleman as that of taking up arms against our natural enemies, the Spanish; and also it is quite clear to me that huge fortunes are to be in this grand game of war; while you both k, as well as I, in what need of our house stands at present. So a few mornings ago I finy determined that, if I could obtain your consent and permission, I would enter into the profession upon which I have set my heart, without further delay. And as Cavendish is sailing very shortly for the Indies and the Spanish Main, I think it would be a good plan for me to sail with him if he can be persuaded to take me. I have spoken with Harry on the matter, and he has agreed to sail with me; while, as some compensation for my loss to you, he will his sister Mary—of whom I k you are very fond—with you, to be in your safe-keeping until our return, which God grant may be not with honour and glory, but also with sufficient from s to enable us to retrieve the fortunes of our house! You may perhaps think that I ain too young, and had better wait for a few years; yet Cavendish himself is twenty-six, and he is not joining an expedition, but is actuy captain of it. I think, tfore, that I am quite old enough to be one of the members of his crew; and if I show any , and work hard, as I fully intend to do, no doubt Cavendish will promote me to some post under him as an icer of rank, suitable to my age and ability. This, then, is what I have wished to speak to you about; and , having told you my wishes, I beg that you will let me go.” It is needless to say that this sudden s of Roger’s determination came as somewhat of a blow to his parents, especiy his mother, who was very much against her son adopting a profession in which t was so much danger. Roger’s father, however, looked at the matter from a more practical and business point of view, being fully aware that what Roger had said about the glory honour, and riches to be by a brave man at sea at that period was ly true; and, although loath to his son, he saw quite clearly that the lad had fully made up his mind to go to sea, even before speaking about the matter, and that if he were forbidden he would take kindly to nothing else. So he d Roger that he would talk the matter over with his , and that in due time they would let their son k their decision, possibly in the course of the day. Roger’s mother, as might be expected, raised the opposition she could to his going away; but her husband pointed out to her so clearly the advantages to be gained that eventuy she gave way, and consented, with many tears, to part with her boy. She found some slight consolation, however, in the fact that Mary Edgwyth would be with her during Roger’s absence; for she k that Mary would be to her even as a daughter, and would help, in some measure, to fill Roger’s place until he returned. His father communicated to Roger the result of his talk with his , and the latter, being a high-spirited young fellow, was natury ly elated tat, and plied his father with questions as to when he might be owed to , and how the adventure was to be brought about. T was a good to be done, however, before Roger and Harry could away; clothes had to be bought and packed, and Roger’s father had to make enquiry as to whether Mr Cavendish could find room in his ship, and, if so, whether he would take the two lads. , however, proved satisfactory in the long run, and Roger and Harry were ordered to be on board Cavendish’s ship, the Stag Royal, on or before the twentieth day of July. This left the two boys about a month in which to complete their preparations before the day of sailing came round, and, needless to say, the time lagged most painfully for the eager young adventurers, although to Roger’s parents it seemed too short. Meanwhile Mary Edgwyth had come up to the Manor, and was safely insted t; and the last week before the date of sailing came round, both boys being in a fever of enthusiasm and delight at the prospect of leaving England to fight the Spaniards. On the eve of their departure Roger’s father presented Harry and Roger each with a splendid rapier, the blades of which were made of Toledo steel, of so fine a temper that it was possible, without injury to the weapon, to bend the point round until it met the hilt, the blade springing back, when released, to its original position and shape. This gift natury delighted the two lads immensely. At length their final orders came, bidding them be on board by the 20th of July, without fail, as the ship and fleet sailed on the 21st at daybreak. Roger and Harry packed their belongings, and, girding on their swords, started down the river early the next day, accompanied by Roger’s parents and Harry’s sister, of whom were anxious to see as much of the two lads as possible before they left. They arrived in Plymouth in the afternoon, and the lads having reported themselves, and y joined their ship, the entire party proceeded to Harry’s house to spend the night. They rose in the early hours of the next morning, and the last farewells were said upon the quay, while the boat from the Stag Royal remained alongside to convey them to the ship. Roger’s mother wept copiously, and fervently prayed that her son might return safe and sound, while his father, less demonstratively, shook hands with him and gave him his blessing, in the of a husky “God keep you, boy!” Mary Edgwyth embraced her brother affectionately, and it must be said that the tears she shed were not for Harry alone; it is certain that many of them were evoked by the thought that she was also parting from Roger. At length the two lads stepped down the quay stairs into the boat, each looking rather fixedly in front of him as he battled with a peculiar choking sensation in the throat; but they gripped their swords tightly, striving to gain courage by the touch of them, and managed to keep back the tears which threatened to overflow; and when half-way to the ship they were able to turn round and wave farewells to the three people still watching from the quay. The squadron, headed by the ship of Cavendish himself, the Stag Royal, was well on its way to the Indies across the Atlantic, having taken in wood, water, and stores at the Western Islands. Roger and Harry, by this time quite recovered from their first sea-sickness, were asleep in their bunks, it being their watch below, when they were aroused by a cry on deck of “Sail-ho!” followed by the question in another voice: “W away?” “Right ahead, sir,” came the reply. “She seems to be a large ship, and Spanish by her rig.” This was quite enough for the two lads, who, springing out of their berths, dressed with possible speed and ran up on deck. When they arrived t, however, t was nothing to be seen from that level; but twenty pairs of eager eyes were looking out from the forecastle-head, anxious for the first glimpse of the stranger, who was nearly certain to prove an enemy, and tfore a prospective . a voice exclaimed: “I see her, I see her; t she is right ahead of us!” and at the same moment another hail floated down from the masthead: “Sail-ho, again, and several of them!” By this time both Roger and Harry could see the topsails of the ship first sighted, and their hearts beat at the prospect of a coming engagement. “How many sail can you make out?” shouted the icer on deck. “I can see four more, besides the one we sighted first, sir,” came the reply; “and the ships look to me like a Spanish fleet sent out to intercept us, for they seem to be hove-to and waiting for something.” [Small logotype (EMA)]( ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media, LLC. 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