Part 54 (1/2)
”Fo' goodness, be yo' gwine to stan' roun' an' chin, an' chin, an'
chin?” demanded Black Tom.
”The fire's out, and we can't be seen,” spoke Gage, swiftly, in a low tone. ”Get the boats ready. You two are to take the old man in one; I'll take the girl in the other.”
”It's the gal you've cared fer all the time,” cried Jaggers, madly. ”It was for her you led us into this sc.r.a.pe.”
”Shut up!”
”I won't! You can't make me shut up, Gage.”
”Well, you'll have a chance to talk to yourself and Tomlinson before long. Tomlinson will be jolly company.”
”You've killed him!” accused the wounded man. ”I saw you strike the blow, and I'll swear to that, my hearty!”
”It's not likely you'll be given a chance to swear to it, Jaggers. I may have killed him, but it was in self-defense. He was doing his best to get his knife into me.”
”Yes, we was tryin' to finish you,” admitted Jaggers. ”With you out of the way, Tomlinson would have been cap'n, and I first mate. You've kept your eyes on the gal all the time. I don't believe you thought the cap'n had money at all. It was to get the gal you led us into this business.
She'd snubbed you--said she despised you, and you made up your mind to carry her off against her will.”
”If that was my game, you must confess I succeeded very well. But I can't waste more time talking to you. Get the boats ready, boys. I will take the smaller. Put Cap'n Bellwood in the larger, and look out for him.”
The two sailors obeyed his orders. Boy though he was, Gage had resolved to become a leader of men, and he had succeeded.
The girl, quite overcome, was prostrate at the feet of her father, who was bound to the cypress tree.
There was a look of pain and despair on the face of the old captain. His heart bled as he looked down at his wretched daughter, and he groaned:
”Merciful Heaven! what will become of her? It were better that she should die than remain in the power of that young villain!”
”What are you muttering about, old man?” coa.r.s.ely demanded Gage, as he bent to lift the girl. ”You seem to be muttering to yourself the greater part of the time.”
”You wretch! you young monster!” grated the old s.h.i.+pmaster. ”Do you think you can escape the retribution that pursues all such dastardly creatures as you?”
”Oh, you make me tired! I have found out that the goody-good people do not always come out on top in this world. Besides that, it's too late for me to turn back now. I started wrong at school, and I have been going wrong ever since. It's natural for me; I can't help it.”
”Spare my child!”
”Oh, don't worry about her. I'll take care of her.”
”If you harm her, may the wrath of Heaven fall on your head!”
”Let it go at that. I will be very tender and considerate with her.
Come, Elsie.”
He attempted to lift her to her feet, but she drew from him, shuddering and screaming wildly: