Part 45 (1/2)

Saltwell had too much anxiety on his mind to allow him to turn in to take any rest, and for the greater part of the night he had walked the deck while he beat the brig up towards the island. He became still more anxious, as the morning approached, at the non-appearance of the boats, and was continually hailing the look-outs to keep their eyes and ears open to catch any sign of their coming. Colonel Gauntlett, who, of course, was not less anxious on his niece's account, was also constantly by his side; but the hours of night wore on, and no boats appeared. The brig stood on towards the island, for Saltwell considered that if the expedition was successful, there was no further reason for concealment, and that the nearer he got the better, and that, at all events, with the breeze which had sprung up, he could stand out of sight of land again, before daylight. The faint outline of the island, invisible to any but a seaman's eye, at last appeared through the darkness. Several of the officers were collected together on the p.o.o.p, looking towards it, as the brig now lay up on the starboard tack.

”Ah, what is that?” exclaimed Saltwell, as a bright light was seen reflected on the sky.

”Why, they have either set fire to one of their vessels, or have blown up some fort or other. That may account for the boats' not returning.”

”I don't think that is likely,” observed Colonel Gauntlett. ”Captain Fleetwood would scarcely delay to attack the pirates with a lady in one of the boats. Would you, Mr Saltwell?”

”No, sir, I would not,” returned Saltwell. ”You are right, and I do not think the captain would; but still I cannot account for the fire, and it is a large one, or we should not see it at this distance.”

”I see no reason to conclude that Captain Fleetwood has anything to do with the conflagration,” observed the colonel. ”I wish we could see something of him and my little girl though. It is hazardous work he has been on, and I do not half like it. Couldn't you fire a few guns, to give them notice of our whereabouts? I don't see how they are to find the s.h.i.+p otherwise.”

”A sailor's eye is sharper than you may suppose, colonel,” said Saltwell; ”and depend on it, they will keep a sharp lookout for us.

However, I will do as you propose, for the wind is off the sh.o.r.e, and the pirates are not likely to hear the guns. Mr Brown, fire the foremost gun on the starboard side, and the next to it in four minutes'

time.”

Directly after the order was issued, the gun sent forth its sheet of flame, and its dull sound was heard booming along the waters. Several others followed without any answering signal. The _Ione_ had now, in Mr Saltwell's opinion, stood long enough to the northward, or rather to the north-east, so he tacked s.h.i.+p, and they headed up rather more towards the island, though she soon again fell off nearly south. The larboard guns were now fired, and at last a tiny spirt of fire was seen to the eastward, and the sharp report of a musket struck on the ears.

”About s.h.i.+p then,” cried Saltwell, and when she was round, after standing on a little way he hove her to, and ordered Mr Black to burn a blue light to show their position. On this a faint cheer came down on the wind to prove that the signal was perceived. The next few minutes were pa.s.sed, by those more immediately interested in the success of the expedition, in considerable anxiety. The splash of oars was heard, and but a single boat glided out of the darkness.

”In Heaven's name, where are the rest?” was the question asked by many voices at once.

”Mr Tompion sent me back, sir, with Mr Linton, who is badly hurt, while he and Mr Duff stopped to chase a pirate craft which had been dodging us,” replied Jennings, to Saltwell's questions, giving afterwards a brief account of the failure of their expedition.

”Poor Linton wounded, and by such villains,” muttered Saltwell, as his brother-officer was lifted carefully on deck. ”How does he seem, Viall?” he inquired of the surgeon, who hurried forward when he heard what had occurred.

”We shall see better when we get him below,” returned the surgeon. ”He is alive, and that is all I can say.”

The wounded officer was carried to his berth, where the surgeon and his a.s.sistants a.s.sembled to examine his hurts.

”This is a bad business, indeed, for the captain,” said Saltwell to Colonel Gauntlett, as they resumed their walk on the p.o.o.p, while the s.h.i.+p remained hove to, waiting for the arrival of the other boats; ”I fear the pirate will murder him, and those with him, when he finds out who he is.”

”What, think you he will venture to murder a British officer, when he knows that his strong-hold is discovered, and that his death would certainly be avenged?” exclaimed the colonel. ”Poor fellow! and my little niece--if the poor girl ever escapes from that infernal den--I'm afraid she will never recover it.”

”I own, I fear for the worst,” said Saltwell, who was weary, and out of spirits. ”Zappa knows well enough that he has deserved a rope, and, from what I hear, he is the sort of character to win it thoroughly; but we must do our best to punish him. As soon as the boats come back, I intend to give Tompion a fresh crew, and to leave him in the cutter, well armed and provisioned, to watch the island, while we go in search of the _Ypsilante_; and, as Captain Va.s.silato left her under my orders, I shall send her off with a requisition to any of our cruisers she can fall in with, to a.s.semble at an island to the southward of this; and I have not the slightest doubt, that any captain, who happens to be senior officer, when he hears of what has occurred, will take the responsibility of ordering a grand attack on the island. If not, we will, by Heaven, try what our own brave fellows and the crew of the _Ypsilante_ can do to rescue their captain, or avenge their deaths.”

”Bravo, Mr Saltwell, I am rejoiced to hear you say this,” exclaimed the colonel, warmly grasping the lieutenant's hand. ”And I and Mitch.e.l.l will act as volunteers with the marines. I wish we had done this at first. A strong hand and a firm heart, are the best things to trust to.

I never liked the plan poor Fleetwood has pursued, from the first.

Your plots and your disguises seldom succeed; and they are not fit for Englishmen to engage in--they are contrary to the genius of our country, thank Heaven; but that Greek friend of his over-persuaded him, and, I am afraid, has led him to his destruction.”

”I wish that I could say, sir, that I thought all had gone well,”

returned Saltwell. ”However, we must now do our best to mend matters.

Well, doctor, what report can you make of poor Linton?” he asked of the surgeon, who just then appeared on deck.

”I have extracted the ball, and he has recovered his senses,” answered the surgeon. ”He is in very great danger; but I can give no decided opinion as yet. He has expressed a wish to see you, and has begged me to call you.”

”Poor, poor fellow, I'll go below instantly,” cried Saltwell, hurrying down, and auguring the worst from the doctor's tone.

He found Linton stretched out in his narrow berth, lighted by the sickly glare of a small lamp fastened against the bulkhead.