Part 33 (1/2)

I made no reply, but with my back towards them continued to hand up the powder, and, having changed my dress, they did not recognise me, so they rushed upon deck again.

The corvette was now alongside of the schooner, pouring in her broadsides with fatal execution, the shot pa.s.sing in every direction through her, so that there was as much danger below as on deck, and it was evident that the schooner could not oppose them much longer. Still they continued to fire with great resolution, being now sobered into more steadiness than at first. But by this time more than half the men were killed and wounded, and our guns were enc.u.mbered with the wreck and bodies. I heard them, at the very time that a cras.h.i.+ng broadside was poured in by the corvette, cry out, ”Avast firing for a moment and clear the decks.”

They did so, and, having thrown the bodies overboard and cut away the spars and rigging which had fallen, so as to enable them to work their guns, during which time three broadsides were poured in, they remanned their guns, and fought with as much spirit as before. I could not help admiring the courage of the scoundrels, for nothing could exceed it; but resistance was useless, further than they preferred dying at their guns to being hanged on the gibbet.

But the shouts of the pirates and the reports of the guns gradually decreased. The men were swept away by the enemy's fire, and the guns were one by one disabled. The schooner's sides were torn out, and the water poured in so fast that it was rising to the magazine. I heard a cry of boarders, and the striking of the two vessels together, and then there was a rush down below, when a man came aft to the magazine pa.s.sage. It was the fellow whom I had struck down on the quarter-deck and had put into irons.

”Come along,” said he, to the others; ”we'll send the corvette and ourselves all to the devil together. Out of the way there.”

”Stand back,” said I.

”Stand back,” replied he, pointing his pistol down to the magazine.

I threw up his arm, and the pistol went off, striking the beams above.

”Blast you,” cried he, ”whoever you are; but I've another,” and he attempted to draw it out of his belt; but before he could effect it I blew out his brains with the pistol which I had ready c.o.c.ked in my hand.

His companions started back, and I pointed my second pistol at them, saying, ”The man who comes forward this way dies.”

As I said this the crew of the corvette, who had cleared the decks, charged down below, and the pirates ran away and secreted themselves.

Perceiving them coming forward, I said to them, ”Put a guard over the magazine; they have attempted to blow up the vessel already.”

”Who are you?” said an officer.

”A prisoner,” replied I.

”Well, then, lead him on deck, and stay here, two of you; shut down the magazine scuttle and keep guard.”

”Thank Heaven,” thought I, ”that this affair is over,” as a seaman led me by the collar on deck, and handed me to others, who took me on board of the corvette.

We were all put down below that remained out of the schooner's crew, about eighteen or nineteen, not more, and I was glad to find Captain Toplift, although badly wounded with a splinter, was among the number.

We remained there huddled together with a guard of ten men over us for more than an hour, when we heard, from the conversation on deck, that the schooner had sunk. After that the guns of the corvette were secured, and the men had an allowance of liquor served out to them, the watch was called, and all was quiet during the remainder of the night.

For some time I was in a state of excitement from the events of the last twenty-four hours crowding so rapidly, but by degrees I became calm. I asked one of the guard who was the captain of the corvette.

”What's that to you, you gallows-bird?” replied he. ”A civil question might receive a civil reply,” answered I.

”So it might with any one else; but if you don't want the hilt of my cutla.s.s down your throat, you will hold your tongue.”

But I did not require to repeat the question, as I heard one of the officers on deck say, ”It's Captain Musgrave's orders.”

This satisfied me, and I lay down with the rest of the prisoners, waiting for daybreak, when I trusted my troubles would soon be over.

They were all sound asleep. Strange that men who knew that they would be hanged in a few days, if not the next morning, should sleep so sound--but so it was--while I, who had every reason to believe that my sufferings were over, could not sleep one wink. I was, however, fully satisfied with my own castle-buildings during the night, and more satisfied when it was again broad daylight. After the men had had their breakfast, an order came down for all the prisoners to be brought on deck. We were led up under guard, and made to stand all in a row. I looked round for my brother, but he was not on deck. It was the first-lieutenant who was there, with several other officers, and the clerk, with pen and ink, to take down the names of the prisoners.

”Who was the captain of this vessel?” said the first-lieutenant.

”I was, Sir,” replied Toplift; ”but much against my will.”

”Oh, of course; every man was on board of her against his will. What is your name? Put him down, Mr Pearson. Any other officers alive?”