Part 7 (1/2)
”So many! that is much more than enough to work so small a vessel.”
”But not more than enough to defend my vessel from a swarm of b.l.o.o.d.y savages.”
”Perhaps not,” returned Montague, on whom the urbanity and candour of the captain of the _Foam_ were beginning to have a softening influence.
”You have no objection to let me see your papers, and examine your s.h.i.+p, I suppose.”
”None in the world,” replied Gascoyne, smiling, ”and if I had, it would make little difference, I should imagine, to one who is so well able to insist on having his will obeyed.”--(He glanced at the boat full of armed men as he spoke.)--”Pray, come below with me.”
In the examination that ensued Captain Montague was exceedingly strict, although the strength of his first suspicions had been somewhat abated by the truthful tone and aspect of Gascoyne, and the apparent reasonableness of all he said; but he failed to detect anything in the papers, or in the general arrangements of the _Foam_, that could warrant his treating her otherwise than as an honest trader.
”So,” said he, on returning to the deck; ”this is the counterpart of the noted pirate, is it? You must pardon my having suspected you, sir, of being this same Durward, sailing under false colours. Come, let me see the points of difference between you, else if we happen to meet on the high seas I may chance to make an unfortunate hole in your timbers.”
”The sides of my schooner are altogether black, as you see,” returned Gascoyne. ”I have already explained that a narrow streak of red distinguishes the pirate, and this fair lady” (leading Montague to the bow) ”guides the _Foam_ over the waves with smiling countenance, while a scarlet griffin is the more appropriate figurehead of Durward's vessel.”
As he spoke, the low boom of a far distant gun was heard. Montague started, and glanced inquiringly in the face of his companion, whose looks expressed a slight degree of surprise.
”What was that, think you?” said Montague, after a momentary pause.
”The commander of the _Talisman_ ought, I think, to be the best judge of the sound of his own guns.”
”True,” returned the young officer, somewhat disconcerted; ”but you forget that I am not familiar with the eruptions of those volcanic mountains of yours; and, at so great a distance from my s.h.i.+p, with such hills of rock and lava between us, I may well be excused feeling a little doubt as to the bark of my own bull-dogs. But that signal betokens something unusual. I must shorten my visit to you, I fear.”
”Pray do not mention it,” said Gascoyne, with a peculiar smile; ”under the circ.u.mstances I am bound to excuse you.”
”But,” continued Montague, with emphasis, ”I should be sorry indeed to part without some little memorial of my visit. Be so good as to order your men to come aft.”
”By all means,” said Gascoyne, giving the requisite order promptly, for, having sent all his best men on sh.o.r.e, he did not much mind the loss one or two of those that remained.
When they were mustered, the British commander inspected them carefully, and then he singled out surly d.i.c.k, and ordered him into the boat. A slight frown rested for a moment on Gascoyne's countenance, as he observed the look of ill-concealed triumph with which the man obeyed the order. The expression of surly d.i.c.k, however, was instantly exchanged for one of dismay as his captain strode up to him, and looked in his face for one moment with a piercing glance, at the same time thrusting his left hand into the breast of his red s.h.i.+rt.
”Goodbye,” he said, suddenly, in a cheerful tone, extending his right hand and grasping that of the sailor. ”Goodbye, lad; if you serve the king as well as you have served me, he'll have reason to be proud of you.”
Gascoyne turned on his heel, and the man slunk into the boat with an aspect very unlike that of a bold British seaman.
”Here is another man I want,” said Montague, laying his hand on the shoulder of John b.u.mpus.
”I trust, sir, that you will not take that man,” said Gascoyne earnestly. ”I cannot afford to lose him; I would rather you should take any three of the others.”
”Your liberality leads me to think that you could without much difficulty supply the place of the men I take--but three are too many.
I shall be satisfied with this one. Go into the boat, my lad.”
Poor John b.u.mpus, whose heart had been captivated by the beauties of the island, obeyed the order with a rueful countenance; and Gascoyne bit his lip and turned aside to conceal his anger. In two minutes more the boat rowed away from the schooner's side.
Not a word was spoken by any one in the boat until a mile had separated it from the schooner. They had just turned a point which shut the vessel out of view, when surly d.i.c.k suddenly recovered his self-possession and his tongue, and, starting up in an excited manner, exclaimed to Montague--
”The schooner you have just left, sir, is a pirate. I tell the truth, though I should swing for it.”
The crew of the boat ceased rowing, and glanced at each other in surprise on hearing this.