Part 33 (1/2)

He suddenly espied a hollow in the midst of a ma.s.s of volcanic rock. It was carpeted with gra.s.s, and was overhung by a few big-leaved rock palms and ferns, all dripping with moisture. It was an ideal hiding-place, and he promptly crept into it and sat down, hugging himself in his borrowed tunic, for the morning air was bitterly cold.

A little later the sun came up in all his glory, and, topping the bowlders on either side, poured a flood of grateful heat upon him, warming him, and drying the leaves and gra.s.s.

Hal removed his wide-brimmed hat from his head, and cautiously looked out towards the mouth of the harbor.

”Ah! there is the _Merrimac_,” he exclaimed, seeing the top of a mast projecting. ”Bad luck! it's in deep water on one side, so that the entrance is not closed. Cervera will be able to come out, after all. But it was a plucky attempt, and I only hope that Hobson and his men have got safely away. Hillo! there's the raft, and I can see men clinging to it.”

This was the case, for the explosion had swept the crew overboard, to find that their dinghy had been smashed by a sh.e.l.l. But a long, raft-like float had been prepared, and to this all swam. Even as Hal caught sight of them, a steam-launch flying Spanish colors ran out from behind the headland of cliffs, and steered towards them.

”Prisoners at any rate,” remarked Hal. ”That is better than being drowned, and I've no doubt that the Dons will treat them well, and admire them for their bravery; for it was a plucky thing to do.”

Hobson and his men were, in fact, received in a most friendly manner.

Admiral Cervera was himself on board the launch, and greeted the prisoners in the most courteous way. Then they were taken back to the harbor and placed upon the _Mercedes_, where the best of treatment was accorded them, Hobson being taken to the first lieutenant's cabin, while the men were sent to the quarters for'ard, where they were regaled with biscuit and coffee, with Spanish cigarettes to follow.

So highly did Cervera think of their bravery that he promptly sent an officer out to Admiral Sampson to acquaint him of their safety.

Hal watched the launch take the eight men on board, and then turned his eyes inland.

High above him, and standing far back, was a battery with open embrasures. It was partly masked in low bush, which extended down to the gully in which he was lying.

”If I wait till night and follow the stream, it will take me to the left of the fort,” he said, rising to his knees, and looking between the leaves of the palm trees. ”From there I will strike into the bush, and follow its edge till I get behind Santiago. Then away for the hacienda.”

He lay back in his hiding-place, and, feeling secure from discovery, opened his packet of food, and ate a hearty meal. A draught from the stream appeased his thirst, which was great after the salt water he had swallowed. Then he lay down, and, worn out by his exertions, fell asleep. He awoke some hours later, when it was getting dark.

”Now for it,” he said. ”I'm feeling as fresh as a daisy, and, after the trouble I have been put to, mean to reach the hacienda. If anyone tries to stop me, it will be the worse for him.”

He jumped to his feet, and looked hastily to his rifle, to make sure that it was in good condition, and the bayonet fixed. Then he stole into the gully, and waded up stream. It twisted and curved, bearing steadily, however, to the left. At last, when Hal judged that he was beyond the fort he stepped on to the bank, and struck off into the bush.

”Now I'll go for the mules,” he said, suddenly recollecting that when he and Gerald left the hacienda on their way to Florida for the purpose of fetching more negroes, they had placed their animals in the hands of an aged native living on the outskirts of the town. ”The fellow we left them with is sure to have taken good care of them; and if only the Spaniards have not relieved him of his charge, I shall be able to get a mount, and so reach the hacienda long before the dawn breaks.”

An hour later he was at the tumble-down cottage in which the native lived, and, having roused him, quickly got him to understand that he required the mules. A few minutes sufficed to saddle them; then he mounted one, and, leading the other, set off towards Eldorado at a brisk canter.

”Halt dar! Who am dat? I fire if you come one step nearer!” a voice suddenly cried out as he rode through the dense plantation of sugar-cane which surrounded the hacienda.

”Don't shoot, boys! I'm Hal Marchant. I'm dressed in Spanish uniform,”

Hal shouted in reply.

Then he heard a conversation being carried on in low tones, and a moment or two later someone struck a match and advanced with it between his fingers. The tiny, fluttering flame showed the burly figure of a negro, clad in plantation clothes, and bearing a rifle slung over his shoulders.

”Come forward if you de boss,” the man cried, ”Seems I know de voice.”

”Of course you do, Jake,” Hal answered, slipping from the mule and stepping up to the man, who was now closely followed by others. ”Look at me carefully. Though I am disguised, you who knew me before will have no difficulty in recognizing the overseer.”

There were at once shrill cries of delight from the negroes, and they ran towards him with outstretched hands.

”Sure you am de boss right 'nough,” Jake cried, for it was he who was in advance of the others. ”Oh, won't de missie be glad! Quick, sar; you come right 'long up to de hacienda, and not wait one little moment. All say ebery day, 'Where am de boss Hal and de young master? Am dey killed by de Spanish dog? Oh, where am dey, Jake?'--Jake him not know. No boy know, and eberyone go 'bout wid sad heart, and tink dat Jose dog get hold ob de masters and shoot. Tink never see 'em more. All de boys plenty sad, sar, and de missie an' de boss more dan all. Come quick, sar; eberyone be plenty glad.”

The good fellow held out his hand, and clasped Hal's with a fervor which showed how genuine his feelings were, while the flickering and uncertain light cast by a second match which one of the negroes struck at the moment showed tears in Jake's eyes, for he was very fond of Hal.