Part 21 (2/2)

”You decided when in Rome to do as the Romans do,” suggested the captain, who, like his companions, was greatly cheered, not only by the presence and friends.h.i.+p of the Englishman, but by the fact that the savages, who watched the interview with interest, showed no disposition to interfere.

”That's it. There are a great many worse people in this world than these. They are not cannibals, as are many of their neighbors, and they have never harmed me.”

”But what about us?” was the anxious inquiry.

The Englishman looked grave.

”I cannot say what their intentions are, but I am afraid they are bad.

They have been used ill by some of the vessels that have stopped here, and are naturally suspicious of all white people. Then, too, they are revengeful, and like all barbarians are satisfied, if aggrieved against our race, to get their satisfaction out of any member of it, whether he is the one who injured them, or is entirely innocent.”

”You seem to be regarded with high favor here.”

”I am. I stand next to the chief in authority, so you see I have reason to believe I may be of some service to you. You may be sure that I shall leave no stone unturned to help you.”

The captain and his companions gave expression to their deep grat.i.tude, and Irons continued in his bluff, pleasant manner:

”I guess I am about as much a savage as any of them. If I hadn't been I never would have obtained any control over them. I have seven native wives, and find I am forgetting a great many details of civilization, while my desire to return home is growing less every day. After all, what difference does it make where you are? A man has only a few years to live, and as long as he is contented, he is a fool to rebel.”

There may have been good philosophy in all this, and the captain did not attempt to gainsay it, but, all the same, it was hard for him to understand how any one could be so placed as to lose his yearning for his home and his native land.

It was several days afterward, when the captives had become somewhat accustomed to their surroundings, that Captain Gooding found he and his men were mixed in their reckoning.

”It is a question among us whether this is Thursday or Friday,” said he, addressing Irons; ”can you settle it for us?”

The Englishman looked at the captain in an odd way and replied:

”I haven't the remotest idea of what day in the week it is, nor what is the month. It seems four years ago that I was left here, but I am not sure of it. Will you please give me the year and month?”

”This is April, 1889.”

The Englishman bent his head for a few minutes in deep thought. He was recalling the past, with its singular incidents of his career. When he looked up he said:

”Yes; it is four years and more since I was abandoned, and if you stay that long you will be content to remain all your lives.”

The captain shook his head, and his eyes were dimmed as he replied:

”I never could forget the loved ones at home, Irons; I would prefer death at once to a lingering imprisonment here.”

”Well, I am going to help you all to leave just as soon as it can be done. I understand how you feel, and sympathize with you.”

The Englishman proved himself the most valuable kind of a friend. The authority which he possessed over these savage South Sea Islanders was stretched to the utmost, but he never hesitated to employ it. But for his presence the Americans would have been put to death within a few hours at most of their arrival on the mainland, and without his aid it would have been impossible for them ever to have gotten away.

When everything was in shape, Irons hired a canoe of the natives for the use of his friends. The craft was not large enough to contain all the party, and since all real peril had pa.s.sed, there was no fear in following the course that had been agreed upon.

Captain Gooding, second mate Harrison; and one of the sailors left Poseat in the canoe, first mate Watchman and his six companions remaining on the island. This was ten days after the loss of the _Tewksbury Sweet_.

Captain Gooding and all the sailors were in the best of spirits, for they were confident that their wearisome captivity was substantially over. The three made their way from island to island, stopping at eight different points, sometimes for days, and even weeks. Finally they arrived at Ruk, where they found a missionary station, and received the most hospitable treatment.

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