Part 30 (1/2)
”Quacko--Quacko--Quacko,” cried Queerface, and scud up the rigging out of harm's way.
The Spaniards could not make it out. The delay, however, was an advantage to the English, as it enabled them to cast their eyes around and see the state of affairs. The greater number of their enemies were forward, so Jack and most of his party sprang on in that direction, hoping to dispose of them first. The fellows stood their ground, firing their pistols and flouris.h.i.+ng their swords, and two of the English were shot, and Jack got an ugly cut across his shoulder. Still he pressed on, and compelled at length the Spaniards to take refuge in their cabin under the topgallant forecastle. Meantime Terence was keeping the slaver's captain and officers in check, but he had lost a man, who was struck to the deck, and Needham too was wounded. Matters were going very hard with Jack and his followers. Still ten British seamen might well have hoped to conquer the whole of a slaver's crew. The fight had now become desperate. The Spanish captain had probably all his fortune embarked in the venture, Jack and his party had to struggle for life and liberty. Again and again they made desperate rushes at the afterpart of the vessel, and at length they pushed the Spaniards so hard that they almost drove them overboard, when two sails were seen emerging from out of the fog and gliding up alongside. In another instant, not Queerface, but the veritable Don Diogo himself was seen to spring on board, followed by a dozen or more villainous-looking ruffians.
”What's all this? what's all this?” his harsh croaking voice was heard shouting in Spanish. ”Down with the English pirates, down with them!”
Hearing the cry, the Spaniards, who had taken refuge forward, rushed out again, and though Jack called to Terence to fight to the last, and that they would sell their lives dearly, they found themselves literally borne down by numbers, and their cutla.s.ses whirled out of their hands.
”We have done our best, Paddy, we can do no more,” exclaimed Jack, as he and Terence found themselves standing side by side, with their hands secured and lashed to the mainmast. Needham and the rest of the people who were able to move were treated in the same way.
”Why, my friend, you were very nearly captured by these picaroons,” they heard Don Diogo remark to the other Spanish captain. ”But where is a lantern?--let me see whom we have caught.”
The lantern was brought, and the Don came round and held it up to their faces.
”Ha! ha!” he exclaimed, with a most sardonic grin. ”Your obedient humble servant, gentlemen. I told you we should meet again, and we have met. What do you expect after all the tricks you have played me?”
Neither Jack nor Terence deigned a reply.
”Ah, speak, pirates,” he exclaimed, stamping furiously on the deck; ”the yard-arm, a sharp knife, or a walk on the plank? Whichever you like. I grant you your choice.”
Still neither of the mids.h.i.+pmen would reply. What was the use of so doing?
”We must kill every one of them,” exclaimed the Don, speaking in Spanish, turning to the other captain. ”I have a long account to settle with these English generally, and these lads especially. They have been the cause of nearly all my losses. They cannot repay me, but I can take my revenge, and that is something.”
”Certainly, certainly, my friend,” answered the other: ”you can hang, or drown, or shoot them, as you think fit. It is a matter of perfect indifference to me.”
These were the last words poor Jack heard as the two worthies entered the cabin.
”We are in a bad case, Jack, I am afraid,” said Adair, ”though I could not exactly make out what the fellows said.”
”It was not pleasant,” answered Jack, briefly. ”Terence, have you ever thought of dying?”
”Yes, I have; that is to say, I have known that I was running many a chance of being knocked on the head or finished in some way or other,”
answered Adair, with some little hesitation.
”Then, Terence, my dear fellow, let us look at it as an awful reality, which is about speedily to overtake us,” said Jack solemnly. ”These fellows threaten to at once take our lives; depend on it, they will put their threats into execution.”
”It is hard to bear, Jack dear,” replied Adair; ”I am so sorry for you and for all your brothers and sisters at home. I don't think mine care much for me; that's one comfort. But I say, I wish that the blackguards would let us have our arms free, that we might still have a fight for our lives.”
”Don't speak thus, Terence,” said Jack, who was almost overcome by Adair's allusion to his family. ”Don't let us think of the past, but keep our thoughts fixed on the future world we are about to enter, and think how very unfit we are of ourselves for the glorious place we would wish to go to.”
Terence listened, and responded in the same tone to his messmate. Much more they said to the same effect, nor did they forget to offer up their prayers for preservation from the terrible danger which threatened them.
Then, with the calmness of Christians and brave men, they awaited the doom they believed prepared for them. Such consolation as they could give also they offered to the survivors of their crew. Two poor fellows had been killed outright; another was bleeding to death on the deck, nor would the brutal Spaniards offer him the slightest a.s.sistance, while they prevented his s.h.i.+pmates from giving it him. Jack himself was suffering also much pain from his wound, while he felt so faint from loss of blood that he could scarcely support himself. He had told Needham that the Spaniards threatened to kill them all.
”Well, sir, they may do it if they dare, but they will be sure to be caught some day or other,” answered Needham. ”I wouldn't change places with them. We shall die having done our duty; they will be hung up like dogs. If I knew their lingo I would tell them so.”
The English were not long left in quiet. So many of the Spaniards had been wounded that some time was spent by them in bandaging up their hurts, and as soon as this was done they came on deck eager to wreak their vengeance on their captive foes. They now came about them with their long knives, flouris.h.i.+ng them before their eyes, and pretending to stab at them. Some indeed, more brutal than the rest, actually stuck their knives into their flesh, but though blood was drawn, the seamen generally disdained even to utter a word, though one or two said, ”I'll tell you what, you villains, if I can get my fists at liberty, I'll give it you.” At length Don Diogo and the captain of the schooner came out from the cabin. They had apparently made up their minds what to do.
The latter gave orders to reeve ropes to each yard-arm, while planks were got up and placed over the sides, secured on board by lanyards. On these being cut, of course the end of the plank overboard would instantly sink down and let the person standing on it into the water.
Don Diogo had, it seemed, taken upon himself the direction of the executions. Jack and Adair had supposed that the Spaniards would wait till the morning to kill them, but the little Don evidently had no wish to delay his vengeance.
”Cast the prisoners loose, and bring them aft,” he cried out. ”Now, you scoundrel heretics, what have you got to say for yourselves? Nothing?