Part 25 (1/2)

”You do not _know_ that he is a villain,” said the widow in a subdued tone.

”You are right, mother,” said Henry, looking up from the plate of bacon, to which he had been devoting himself with much a.s.siduity, and gazing earnestly into his mother's face; ”you are right, and, do you know, I feel inclined to give the fellow the benefit of the doubt, for to tell you the truth I have a sort of liking for him. If it had not been for the way in which he has treated you, and the suspicious character that he bears, I do believe I should have made a friend of him.”

A look of evident pleasure crossed the widow's face while her son spoke, but as that son's eyes were once more riveted on the bacon, which his morning exercise rendered peculiarly attractive, he did not observe it.

Just then the door opened, and Mr Mason entered. His face wore a dreadfully anxious expression.

”Ha! I'm glad to see you, Henry,” said he; ”of course you have not caught your man. I have been waiting anxiously for you to consult about our future proceedings. It is quite evident that the pirate schooner cannot be far off. Gascoyne must either have swam ash.o.r.e, or been landed in a boat. In either case the schooner must have been within the reef at the time, and there has been little wind since the squall blew itself out yesterday.”

”Quite enough, how ever, to blow such a light craft pretty far out to sea in a few hours,” said Henry, shaking his head.

”No matter,” replied Mr Mason, with a sigh, ”_something_ must be done at any rate, I have borrowed the carpenter's small cutter, which is being now put in order for a voyage. Provisions and water for a few days are already on board, and I have come to ask you to take command of her, as you know something of navigation. I will go, of course, but will not take any management of the little craft, as I know nothing about the working of vessels.”

”And where do you mean to go?” asked Henry.

”That remains to be seen. I have some ideas running in my head, of course, but before letting you know them I wish to hear what you would advise.”

”I would advise, in the first place, that you should provide one or two thorough sailors to manage the craft. By the way, that reminds me of b.u.mpus. What of him? Where is he? In the midst of all this bustle I have not had time for much thought, and it has only just occurred to me that if this schooner is really a pirate, and if Gascoyne turns out to be Durward, it follows that b.u.mpus is a pirate too, and ought to be dealt with accordingly.”

”I have thought of that,” said Mr Mason, with a perplexed look, ”and intended to speak to you on the subject, but events have crowded so fast upon each other of late that it has been driven out of my mind. No doubt, if the _Foam_ and the _Avenger_ are one and the same vessel, as seems too evident to leave much room for doubt, then b.u.mpus is a pirate, for he does not deny that he was one of the crew. But he acts strangely for a pirate. He seems as much at his ease amongst us as if he were the most innocent of men. Moreover, his looks seem to stamp him a thoroughly honest fellow. But, alas! one cannot depend on looks.”

”But where is the man?” asked Henry.

”He is asleep in the small closet off the kitchen,” said Mrs Stuart, ”where he has been lying ever since you returned from the heathen village. Poor fellow, he sleeps heavily, and looks as if he had been hurt during all this fighting.”

”Hurt! say you?” exclaimed Henry, laughing; ”it is a miracle that he is now alive after the flight he took over the north cliff into the sea.”

”Flight! over the north cliff!” echoed Mrs Stuart in surprise.

”Ay, and a fearful plunge he had.” Here Henry detailed poor Jo's misadventure. ”And now,” said he, when he had finished, ”I must lock his door and keep him in. The settlers have forgotten him in all this turmoil; but depend upon it if they see him they will string him up for a pirate to the first handy branch of a tree without giving him the benefit of a trial; and that would not be desirable.”

”Yet you would have shot Gascoyne on mere suspicion without a thought of trial or justice,” said Mrs Stuart.

”True, mother, but that was when I was seizing him, and in hot blood,”

said Henry, in a subdued voice. ”I was hasty there, no doubt. Lucky for us both that the pistol missed fire.”

The widow looked as if she were about to reply, but checked herself.

”Yes,” said Mr Mason, recurring to the former subject, ”as we shall be away a few days, we must lock b.u.mpus up to keep him out of harm's way.

Meanwhile--”

The missionary was interrupted here by the sudden opening of the door.

An exclamation of surprise burst from the whole party as they sprang up, for Gascoyne strode into the room, locked the door, and taking out the key handed it to Henry, who stood staring at him in speechless amazement.

”You are surprised to see me appear thus suddenly,” said he, ”but the fact is that I came here this morning to fulfil a duty; and although Master Henry there has hindered me somewhat in carrying out my good intentions, I do not intend to allow him to frustrate me altogether.”

”I do not mean to make a second attempt, Gascoyne, after what has occurred this morning,” said Henry, seating himself doggedly on his chair. ”But it would be as well that you should observe that Mr Mason is a stout man, and, as we have seen, can act vigorously when occasion offers. Remember that we are two to one now.”

”There will be no occasion for vigorous action, at least as regards me, if you will agree to forget your suspicions for a few minutes, and listen to what I have got to say. Meanwhile, in order to shew you how thoroughly in earnest I am, and how regardless of my personal safety, I render myself defenceless--thus.”

Gascoyne pulled a brace of small pistols from their place of concealment beneath the breast of his s.h.i.+rt, and, drawing the knife that hung at his girdle, hurled them all through the open window into the garden. He then took a chair, planted it in the middle of the room, and sat down.