Part 32 (1/2)

”Of course what you arrange _must_ be agreed to,” said Montague.

”Come, Corrie, I will require your a.s.sistance. Follow me,” said the pirate captain, as he turned and strode rapidly away.

Corrie was now thoroughly convinced of the good intentions of Gascoyne, so he followed him without hesitation. Indeed, now that he had an opportunity of seeing a little more of his gigantic companion, he began to feel a strange kind of pity and liking for him, but he shuddered and felt repelled when he thought of the human blood in which his hands must have been imbrued, for as yet he had not heard of the defence of himself which Gascoyne had made in the widow's cottage. But he had not much time to think, for in a few minutes they came upon Ole Thorwald and his party.

”Follow me quietly,” said Gascoyne. ”Keep in single file and close together, for if we are separated here we shall not easily get together again.”

Leading them over the same ground that he had formerly traversed, Gascoyne conducted his party to the sh.o.r.es of the bay where the _Foam_ lay at anchor. Here he made them keep close in the bushes, with directions to be ready to act the instant he should call on them to do so.

”But it would comfort me mightily, Mister Gascoyne,” said Thorwald in a somewhat troubled voice, ”if you would give me some instructions or advice as to what I am to do in the event of your plans miscarrying. I care nought for a fair fight in open field, but I do confess to a dislike of being brought to the condition of _not knowing what to do_.”

”It won't matter much what you do, Mr Thorwald,” said Gascoyne, gravely. ”If my plans miscarry, you will be killed every soul of you.

You'll not have the ghost of a chance of escaping.”

Ole opened his eyes uncommonly wide at this. ”Well,” said he at length, with a sigh of resignation, ”it's some comfort to know that one can only be killed once.”

Gascoyne now proceeded leisurely to strip off his s.h.i.+rt, thereby displaying a chest, back, and arms in which the muscles were developed to an extent that might have made Hercules himself envious. Kicking off his boots, he reduced his clothing to a pair of loose knee-breeches.

”'Tis a strange time to indulge in a cold bath!” murmured Thorwald, whose state of surprise was beginning to render him desperately ironical.

Gascoyne took no notice of this remark, but calling Corrie to his side, said--

”Can you swim, boy?”

”Yes, like a duck.”

”Can you distinguish the stern of the schooner?”

”I can.”

”Listen, then. When you see a white sheet waved over the taffrail, throw off your jacket and s.h.i.+rt and swim out to the schooner. D'ye understand?”

”Perfectly,” replied the boy, whose decision of manner and action grew with the occasion.

”And now, Mr Thorwald,” said Gascoyne, ”I shall swim off to the schooner. If, as I expect, the men are on sh.o.r.e in a place that I wot of and with which you have nothing to do, well and good, I will send a boat for you with m.u.f.fled oars--but, mark you, let there be no noise in embarking or in getting aboard the schooner. If, on the other hand, the men are aboard, I will bring a boat to you myself, in which case silence will not be so necessary, and your fighting powers shall be put to the proof.”

Without waiting for a reply, the pirate captain walked down the sloping beach and waded slowly into the dark sea. His motions were so noiseless and stealthy that those who watched him with eager eyes could only discern a figure moving gradually away from them and melting into the thick gloom.

Fierce though the storm was outside, the sheltered waters of the bay were almost calm, so that Gascoyne had no difficulty in swimming off to the _Foam_ without making any noise. As he drew near, a footstep on the deck apprised him that there was at least a watch left. A few seconds later a man leaned over the low bulwarks of the vessel on the side on which the swimmer approached.

”Hist! what sort o' brute's that?” he exclaimed, seizing a handspike that chanced to be near him and hurling it at the head of the brute.

The handspike fell within a yard of Gascoyne, who, keeping up his supposed character, made a wild splash with his arms and dived like a genuine monster of the deep. Swimming under water as vigorously as he could, he endeavoured to gain the other side of the vessel before he came up; but, finding that this was impossible, he turned on his back and allowed himself to rise gently until nothing but his face appeared above the surface. By this means he was enabled to draw a full breath, and then, causing himself to sink, he swam under water to the other side of the schooner and rose under her quarter.

Here he paused a minute to breathe, then glided with noiseless strokes to the main chains, which he seized hold of, and, under their shelter, listened intently for at least five minutes.

Not a sound was to be heard on board save the footstep of the solitary watchman who slowly paced the deck, and now and then beguiled the tedium of his vigil by humming a s.n.a.t.c.h of a sea song.

Gascoyne now felt a.s.sured that the crew were ash.o.r.e enjoying themselves, (as they were wont to do,) in one of the artificial caverns where their goods were concealed. He knew, from his own former experience, that they felt quite secure when once at anchor in the harbour of the Isle of Palms; it was therefore probable that all of them had gone ash.o.r.e except this man who had been left to take care of the vessel.