Part 21 (1/2)

”Very well, Serko, and if it becomes necessary some day to defend Back Cup and prevent any s.h.i.+p from approaching it----. It is true,” he went on, without finis.h.i.+ng the reflection, ”our retreat would have to have been discovered by accident--or by denunciation.”

”We have nothing to fear either from accident or denunciation,”

affirmed Serko.

”By one of our band, no, of course not, but by Simon Hart, perhaps.”

”Hart!” exclaimed Serko. ”He would have to escape first and no one can escape from Back Cup. I am, by the bye, interested in this Hart. He is a colleague, after all, and I have always suspected that he knows more about Roch's invention than he pretends. I will get round him so that we shall soon be discussing physics, mechanics, and matters ballistic like a couple of friends.”

”No matter,” replied the generous and sensible Count d'Artigas, ”when we are in full possession of the secret we had better get rid of the fellow.”

”We have plenty of time to do that, Ker Karraje.”

”If G.o.d permits you to, you wretches,” I muttered to myself, while my heart thumped against my ribs.

And yet, without the intervention of Providence, what hope is there for me?

The conversation then took another direction.

”Now that we know the composition of the explosive, Serko,” said Ker Karraje, ”we must, at all cost, get that of the deflagrator from Thomas Roch.”

”Yes,” replied Engineer Serko, ”that is what I am trying to do.

Unfortunately, however, Roch positively refuses to discuss it. Still he has already made a few drops of it with which those experiments were made, and he will furnish as with some more to blow a hole through the wall.”

”But what about our expeditions at sea?” queried Ker Karraje.

”Patience! We shall end by getting Roch's thunderbolts entirely in our own hand, and then----”

”Are you sure, Serko?”

”Quite sure,--by paying the price, Ker Karraje.”

The conversation dropped at this point, and they strolled off without having seen me--very luckily for me, I guess. If Engineer Serko spoke up somewhat in defence of a colleague, Ker Karraje is apparently animated with much less benevolent sentiments in regard to me. On the least suspicion they would throw me into the lake, and if I ever got through the tunnel, it would only be as a corpse carried out by the ebbing tide.

_August 21_.--Engineer Serko has been prospecting with a view to piercing the proposed pa.s.sage through the wall, in such a way that its existence will never be dreamed of outside. After a minute examination he decided to tunnel through the northern end of the cavern about sixty feet from the first cells of the Beehive.

I am anxious for the pa.s.sage to be made, for who knows but what it may be the way to freedom for me? Ah! if I only knew how to swim, perhaps I should have attempted to escape through the submarine tunnel, as since it was disclosed by the las.h.i.+ng back of the waters by the whale in its death-struggle, I know exactly where the orifice is situated.

It seems to me that at the time of the great tides, this orifice must be partly uncovered. At the full and new moon, when the sea attains its maximum depression below the normal level, it is possible that--I must satisfy myself about this.

I do not know how the fact will help me in any way, even if the entrance to the tunnel is partly uncovered, but I cannot afford to miss any detail that may possibly aid in my escape from Back Cup.

_August 29_.--This morning I am witnessing the departure of the tug.

The Count d'Artigas is, no doubt, going off in the _Ebba_ to fetch the sections of Thomas Roch's engines. Before embarking, the Count converses long and earnestly with Engineer Serko, who, apparently, is not going to accompany him on this trip, and is evidently giving him some recommendations, of which I may be the object. Then, having stepped on to the platform, he goes below, the lid shuts with a bang, and the tug sinks out of sight, leaving a trail of bubbles behind it.

The hours go by, night is coming on, yet the tug does not return. I conclude that it has gone to tow the schooner, and perhaps to destroy any merchant vessels that may come in their way.

It cannot, however, be absent very long, as the trip to America and back will not take more than a week.