Part 5 (1/2)

”The boat is ready,” said Francisco. ”Let me fasten the rope about the chest. If we can lower that before they get here, we will give them the slip.”

Already they could hear the crew of the _Libertador_ rus.h.i.+ng wildly about, uttering confusing cries, which told that they had little idea of what was taking place, the majority doubtless thinking they had been attacked by some unknown and mysterious foes. Above this medley of voices rang the stern command of the captain, trying to bring order out of the excitement.

Francisco had now arranged the rope about the chest, and then it was lowered down the s.h.i.+p's side, rapidly, hand over hand.

”They are coming!” exclaimed Jack, hoa.r.s.ely. ”If I only had a weapon of some kind I would show them the mettle of my arm.”

”Over the rail!” said Francisco, and he and Harrie shot down the line at a furious rate. But before Ronie and Jack could follow they found their retreat cut off, and themselves confronted by a dozen armed men, with others coming swiftly toward the scene.

CHAPTER VI.

A SWIM FOR LIFE.

Thinking that his friends were close beside him, Harrie dropped into the boat arranged for their flight. At the same moment Francisco landed in the bow of the slight craft rocking at its moorings, while flashes of light and wild orders of men under the stress of great excitement came from the deck of the _Libertador_.

”Are you all here?” asked the young Venezuelan, while he looked hurriedly upward to the scene of excitement Over their heads, rather than about him.

”Jack and Ronie are not here!” replied Harrie. ”Hark! That must be them engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.”

”We must cut loose!” exclaimed Francisco, through his clinched teeth.

”Some of them are coming over the rail!”

”Boat ahoy!” thundered a stentorian voice from the vessel.

Francisco was in the act of cutting the boat adrift at that moment, and before the sound of the speaker's voice had died away the fugitives were several yards astern.

”Ply the oars, for your life!” said Francisco. ”Our lives depend on our work for the next few minutes.”

Loath as he was to make this flight without his friends, it was really all that Harrie could do, and he lent his arm to that of his companion, and with each stroke of the oar they were taken farther and farther from the scene of wild commotion reigning upon the deck of the outlawed s.h.i.+p.

”They are laying to,” panted Francisco. ”They have sighted us, and boats will be lowered to give us pursuit. Ha! that shows they mean business.”

A volley of firearms at that instant awoke the night scene, illuminating the sea for a considerable distance. But the shots flew wide of their mark, though the light from the guns had disclosed their position, so the following volley whistled uncomfortably near. A darkness deeper than ever succeeded the discharge of firearms, and under this cover the fugitives managed to get beyond range before the third volley could be sent after them.

Harrie had improved the pa.s.sing gleams to look for Ronie and Jack, but he had failed to learn aught of their fates, and his heart was very heavy, as he concluded that he alone had been permitted to escape.

Francisco was silently bending over his oar, sending the boat swiftly through the water into the unknown dangers that must lie in their pathway.

Meanwhile, how has it fared with Jack and Ronie, who found their escape cut off at the very moment they were about to follow their companions?

”By the horn of rock--Gibraltar, if you please!” gritted the first, seizing upon a stout lever that some one had dropped nearby, and which promised to be a formidable club when wielded by his nervous arms, ”when ye keelhaul old Jack Greenland ye'll hear Gabriel's trumpet sounding not far away!”

Then, as the mob rushed forward, he sprang in front of Ronie, who had suddenly found himself flung back from the s.h.i.+p's rail, to be sent headlong to the deck, and swinging his primitive weapon over his head he mowed down a semi-circle of the seamen as if he was cutting a swath of grain. By that time Ronie, whose determined nature was aroused by this rough treatment, was upon his feet, holding in his right hand a serviceable small arm that he had been able to pick up.

Shots were fired upon them by the crew of the _Libertador_, but, fortunately, the a.s.sailants proved but poor marksmen. One burly ruffian attempting to fell Ronie, the latter pointed at his body and discharged his firearm. At least he c.o.c.ked the weapon and pulled the trigger, but it failed to respond. Realizing that it was empty, he used it as a club, and a moment later had cleared his path of the big seaman. At that moment Jack cried out:

”Quick--into the sea!”

An instant later their forms disappeared over the rail, and they shot headforemost into the water. Almost simultaneously with their escape the deck where they had just stood swarmed with the armed rabble.