Part 17 (1/2)

STORY TWO, CHAPTER SIX.

”It may come to a fight though, after all, and a p.r.i.c.k will keep some of them at a distance,” I says to myself, and getting my legs well round the sheet, I got hold of my knife, and opened it with my teeth, before making use of the chance that had shown itself.

Perhaps it isn't every one who knows what a wind-sail is, so I'll tell you; it's a contrivance like a great canvas stocking, six or seven feet round, and twenty or thirty long and by letting one end of this hang down through the cabin-hatch or skylight, and having the other bowsed up in the rigging, you have like a great open pipe bringing you down a reg'lar stream of cool air in the hot weather.

Now it was just against the top end of this that I had brushed; and as it seemed to me all I had to do was to slip in, check myself all I could, and then go down with a run amongst friends, where, if not safe, I should certainly share their fate, whatever it might be, besides, perhaps, being of some use.

Fortunately, I had the rope, and hauling myself up a bit, after two or three tries, I got my legs in, lowered away quickly, and came down pretty smartly, not, as I meant, in the chief cabin, but upon the deck, where I was now struggling to get loose, like a monkey in a biscuit-bag, for they had done what I had not reckoned upon, dragged up the end of the wind-sail, and shut down the cabin skylight, most likely when I heard the shots and breaking gla.s.s.

It was lucky for me that it was dark, for though the noise I made brought them round me, I had time first to slit the canvas and slip out, panting, and not knowing which way to turn. I knew they dare not fire, for fear of hitting one another, and starting off, I ran them once right round the deck, keeping as much as I could under the bulwarks. The second time round I came right against one fellow, and sent him down head over heels; but I knew it couldn't last, and that in spite of doubling they must have me. I could hear panting and voices all round, and on leaving off running, and creeping cautiously about, more than once I felt some one pa.s.s close by me--regularly felt them, they were so close. Once I thought of getting into the chains, but I knew if I did they would see me as soon as it was daybreak. Then I thought I might just as well jump overboard, and make an end of it, as be pitched over; directly after, I fancied I could crawl under the spare sail that covered the long-boat, and lie there. Last of all, I made for the p.o.o.p, meaning to try and climb down to one of the cabin windows, but I stopped half-way, on account of the binnacle-light, and crept back towards the fore-part, to see if I could get down to the fore-cabin pa.s.sengers. But it was of no use, and the only wonder was that I did not run right into some one's arms; but the chances, perhaps, were not, after all, so very much against me, and I kept clear till they grew savage, and I could hear that they were cutting about at me with either knives or cutla.s.ses; and in spite of my trouble then, I could not help wondering how they had come by their arms, for, of course, I could not know then how Van had stolen them from the cabin while the skipper was asleep.

”I may as well knock under,” I said to myself, and I was about to give up, meaning first to give 'em one more round, when I stumbled. Twice over I had felt my bare feet, slip upon the deck, in what seemed blood, and had shuddered as I thought of how I should leave my footmarks all over the clean white boards; but this time I stumbled over what seemed to be a body, and should have fallen, if I had not gathered up my strength for a jump, and thrown myself forward, when, as if in one and the same moment, there was a crash as of breaking gla.s.s, a heavy fall, and then a foot was upon my throat, and a pistol held to my head.

STORY TWO, CHAPTER SEVEN.

I was that shaken and confused by my fall, that for a moment I could not speak, and when I could say a few words, I did not know who I was speaking to, expecting that it was Van, till a voice I seemed to know whispered: ”If you attempt to move, I fire.”

”I ain't going to move, Mr Ward,” I says at last: ”it's been too hard work to get here; but if you'll pynt your pistol up at the skylight, it'll be better, or some one else will be tumbling down after me. Only wish Sam Brown would.”

”Pitched me down more'n half a hour ago,” growled a voice I knew.

”What's come of Bill Smith?” I says.

”Lyin' on the deck with his head split,” says Sam, ”if they ain't pitched him overboard.”

Then I heard a whispering consultation going on, which seemed to be about whether I was to be trusted, when Mr Ward seemed to be taking my part, and then the skipper whispers to me: ”If you'll be faithful to us, Roberts, you shall be well rewarded; but if you play fast and loose, mind, we are well armed, and there will be no mercy for you.”

”Who's playing fast and loose?” I says gruffly as old Sam. ”Ain't I been cut at, and shot at, and then pitched neck and crop through the cabin skylight! If that's your fast and loose, give me slow and tight for a game,” I says; ”but mind you, it's my opinion that there's something else to do but play, for them beggars mean mischief.”

”I'll be answerable for him, Captain Harness,” says Mr Ward; and though all this went on in whispers, there wasn't a face to be seen, every light having been put out. ”You may trust him, he's no spy.”

”Spy be hanged,” I says. ”Who's going to play spy down here, in a place as is dark as an empty pitch-kettle in a s.h.i.+p's hold! Don't I tell you I've had to cut and run for my life, and what more do you want?”

”Nothing, my man,” says Mr Ward; ”only your help as a good and true British sailor, for here are women and children for us to protect.”

”However shall I get to my birds?” some one says from out of the darkness.

”Birds!” I says: ”you won't want no more birds, sir, for it's my impression as we're going to be kept caged up ourselves now.”

Just then I seemed to catch just a faint glimpse of a face from out of the darkness, then it was gone again, and half a minute after I got another glimpse, and then another, when it was plain enough that the day was breaking; and then quickly the pale light stole down through the skylight, till the anxious faces of all the pa.s.sengers, with the two officers and Sam Brown, was plain enough to see; and strange, and haggard, and queer they looked; but for all that, there was an air of determination amongst them, that showed they meant mischief; and I soon gathered from Mr Ward's words that he was spurring the captain on to try and retake the s.h.i.+p.

”I'm afraid it would only be a sacrifice of life, if I did,” said the skipper.

”It would be a sacrifice of duty, if you did not, sir,” says Mr Ward warmly.

”Perhaps you'd better retake her yourself, sir,” says the skipper sulkily.