80 A JACOBITE EXILE

“Well, lads,” he said, “I was glad to hear that you got
through this business quicker than I did. Here we are in
Sweden, and here I at least am likely to stay, unless I can
pass by land through Holland, France, and across from
Calais, for never again will J venture upon a long voyage.
I have been feeling very ungrateful, for over and over again
I wished that you had not rescued me, as death on Tower
Hill would have been nothing to the agonies that I have
been enduring!”

As soon as the vessel was warped alongside the quay they
landed and put up at an hotel, Sir Marmaduke insisting that
the ground was as bad as the sea, as it kept on rising and
falling beneath his feet. Mr. Jervoise agreed to return on
board the following day to fetch the luggage, which would
by that time have been got up from the hold.

At the hotel they met several persons able to speak Eng-
jish, and from them learnt how matters had been going on
since they had last heard. ‘The town and fortress of
Tonningen had fallen after a vigorous defence; it had been
bombarded for eight days, and had repulsed one assault,
but had been captured at the second attack. England and
Holland had agreed to furnish fleets, and an army of twelve
thousand Swedes were in readiness to march at once, while
other armies were being formed. ‘The king had the week
before reviewed the army gathered at Malmoe, and had on
the previous day arrived at Gottenburg, accompanied by
the Duke of Holstein.

Mr. Jervoise went the same afternoon to find out some
of his friends who resided at Gottenburg. He was fortu-
nate enough to find one of them, who was able to inform
him that his wife’s cousin was now a major in one of the
newly-raised regiments stationed at Gottenburg. He found
him without difficulty. Major Jamieson was delighted at
the coming of his former friend.

“You are the last person I expected to see here, Jervoise.