Part 45 (2/2)

The clothes had been thrown over the lower part of his body; but his shoulder was bare, the pallid hue of his skin contrasting with the dark, red stains on the linen of the s.h.i.+rt, which had been cut off, and still lay beneath it. The arm, on the side where the ball had entered the neck, lay immovable by his side, looking shrunk and withered, except a slight twitching of the fingers, which showed the agony he was enduring.

O'Farrell, the a.s.sistant surgeon, sat at the head of the bed, applying a cooling lotion round the part which had been bound up, to prevent inflammation, if possible, from setting in, administering now and then some restorative to revive him from the exhaustion consequent to his great loss of blood.

As soon as Saltwell entered, his eyes turned towards him, and his lips moved; but his brother-officer heard no sound, till he put his ear close to his mouth.

”Saltwell,” he whispered, ”don't let them blame me wrongfully for being beaten off by those rascally pirates; I did my best, as you know I would. Our poor captain--I grieve for him more. Don't let a stain remain on our names. And, Saltwell, if I die, as I think I shall, when you get home, see my poor Julia--bear her my deepest love, and tell her I thought of her to the last.”

”I'll do all you wish, my dear fellow,” answered Saltwell, deeply affected. ”But we must not let you slip through the doctor's fingers; cheer up, for the sake of all your friends. And now try and get some rest--it will do you more good than any thing I can say, or the doctor can give you.”

”I fear not, Saltwell, I fear not,” said Linton. ”But I won't keep you, for you'll be wanted on deck, as the boats will soon be coming back, and I trust to you to remember to fulfil my wishes.”

Saltwell saw that his presence did more harm than good to his wounded friend, as it induced him to talk; so, bidding him try to sleep, he left the cabin. As he reached the deck, he saw that the first faint indications of the coming dawn had appeared in the eastern horizon--not streaks of light exactly, but a less dense gloom, which could best be distinguished by contrasting it with the darkness of the opposite horizon, and, at that instant, the flash of a gun was seen in the same quarter, and the sound came booming over the water towards them.

”Ah! there comes the cutter,” he exclaimed; ”Tompion is firing his bra.s.s gun to draw our attention. Don't fire again, Mr Black, it is not necessary, and will disturb Mr Linton, but burn a blue light--it will prevent their going out of their course, for it will be some time before they will otherwise be able to distinguish us.”

The gunner had the blue light already, expecting to be called on to use it, and the next instant a lurid glare illumined the whole s.h.i.+p; the sails, the spars, and the countenances of the people, all a.s.sumed a sepulchral hue, which gave her the appearance of some phantom bark, such as has appeared to the excited imagination of many a seaman in his wandering through those distant and torrid climes, whose pestilential vapours, rising from the overteeming earth, fever his blood and cut short his span of life.

It had scarcely done burning before another gun was fired; but whether as a signal, or for any other reason, it was, at first, impossible to say, till several others followed in rapid succession.

”It must be a summons to us,” observed the first lieutenant to the master. ”Fill the fore-topsail, and let fall the fore-sail--we will, at all events, stand on as close as we can to them.”

The breeze, which sent the _Ione_ along, was very light, so that some time elapsed before she neared the spot whence the firing had been supposed to proceed. Saltwell was on the point of ordering another blue light to be burned, when a loud hail was heard, and, directly afterwards, the boats were seen approaching as fast as the weary crews could send them through the water.

”Has Mr Linton got back alive?” were the first words heard spoken by Tompion.

”Yes--yes, all right,” was the answer.

”Thank Heaven for that!” he exclaimed; and, as soon as the cutter ran alongside, he jumped on deck and went aft to report himself as come on board.

”I hope you do not think that I have done wrong, sir,” he said, when he had finished his account of what had occurred. ”I fully thought we should capture the mistico, and I could not tell but what some of our friends had been taken on board her.”

”No, Mr Tompion, I have no reason to find fault with your behaviour.

As far as I can judge, you showed judgment and gallantry, which, in an officer, it is all important should always be combined. And, at all events, you have got clear out of the sc.r.a.pe, though you certainly ran a great risk of being captured.”

”Well, sir, I am very glad you approve of what I have done,” answered Tompion. ”And now, sir, if you will allow me to make a suggestion, I would keep off the island till daylight; for, not long ago, as we were pulling here, both Duff and I fancied we heard some firing off the mouth of the harbour, but we could not tell for certain, we've had such a din of popping in our ears all night; however, I cannot help thinking some of the party have made another attempt to escape.”

”I am afraid that there is very little chance of that,” said Saltwell.

”If that villain, Zappa, does not murder them, it is more than I expect.

However, we'll stand on towards the island till daybreak, as you suggest; and now, Mr Tompion, I should think you require both rest and food, so go down below and take them. Tell Mason to give you and Mr Duff whatever he has got in the gun-room--you'll get it quicker there than in your own berth.”

Mids.h.i.+pmen are proverbially hungry, and I need not say that our two young friends did ample justice to a cold round of beef, which the gun-room steward placed before them.

Saltwell had scarcely turned in when he was again roused up by Togle, the mids.h.i.+pman of the watch, who came to tell him that a suspicious sail was seen to the eastward. He immediately came on deck; and just in the centre of the red glow on the sky, which precedes the rising of the bright luminary of day, there appeared the tapering sails of a lateen-rigged craft, looking like the dark fin of a huge shark, just floating on the lead-coloured waters.

”She's standing this way too, by Jove!” he exclaimed. ”And give me a gla.s.s. I thought so; she's in chase of a small boat under sail, just a-head of her Mr Togle, go aloft with a gla.s.s, and see what you can make out. I can distinguish little more than the upper leech of the sail; and were it not so calm, even that could not be seen.”

Togle hailed from aloft, to say that there was certainly a boat a-head of the stranger.

”I think that I can even make out that she has people in her, as she is much nearer us than the mistico, which keeps firing at her every now and then.”

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