Part 29 (1/2)

Lily, as soon as she heard the report of the rifle, opened her cabin door, and stepped out into the standing room. The pale face and quivering lip of Dan first attracted her attention; and when he pointed to the forecastle, she saw the prostrate form of her master, and sank upon the seat, overcome with fear and horror.

”Don't be afraid, Lily,” said he. ”He cannot harm us now.”

”Have you killed him?” gasped she.

”No; I did not intend to kill him. I would not have fired at him if I could have helped it. I only hit him in the leg.”

”But he will die.”

”He may; I cannot help it. We should have been slaves again in a moment more if I had not fired.”

”This is horrible!” moaned Lily.

”But it is better than slavery,” replied Dan, firmly, though he was scarcely less agitated than his gentle companion. ”Mind your helm, Cyd, and go to windward of that little island ahead,” he continued; for the helmsman's ideas had been considerably shaken up by the stirring events which had just transpired.

The second boat, astern of the Isabel, was engaged in picking up the oarsmen of the first, and with the fresh breeze there was no danger of pursuit from that direction. Colonel Raybone was evidently suffering severely from his wound, but his mental tortures seemed to be greater than his physical pain. His mouth was still filled with curses, and maledictions of rage and hatred were poured out upon the runaways. He was so violent in his agony, that none of the party dared to approach him, and Dan stood with the fowling piece in his hand, ready to protect himself and his companions from any possible a.s.sault. There he lay, unable to rise; but still the Isabel dashed on, as if reckless of the terrible scene which had just been enacted upon her deck.

Colonel Raybone's wound bled freely, and the loss of blood soon moderated his fiery temper. Gradually he calmed down, and became quite reasonable, at least so far as outward manifestations were concerned.

Then Dan ventured to approach him, though he did not relax his hold upon the gun, and took every precaution to guard against any sudden movement on the part of the sufferer.

”Are you much hurt, sir?” asked Dan.

”You have killed your master, Dandy,” replied he, faintly, as he looked up at the redeemed chattel.

”I did not mean to kill you, sir, and I am sorry you compelled me to fire upon you,” added Dan, in respectful and sympathizing tones.

”I am wounded and in your power now; I can do nothing more, and you may finish me as soon as you please,” groaned Colonel Raybone, completely subdued by weakness and the fear of death.

”I do not wish to kill you, Colonel Raybone, and I am willing to do all I can for you. But if you attempt to make me a slave again, I will shoot you at once.”

”I can't harm you now if I would,” said the sufferer, faintly.

”Then we will take you into the cabin out of the sun, and do what we can for you.”

”Can't you land me at Mr. Lascelles' plantation?” asked he, lifting his eyes up with an expression so pitiful that Dan could hardly resist the pet.i.tion.

”No, sir. I dare not do that,” he replied. ”But I will do all I can to save your life.”

Dan then went aft, and explained to his companions the condition of Colonel Raybone. Lily was placed at the helm, with instructions how to steer, and Dan and Cyd, with a great deal of difficulty, removed the wounded planter to the cabin. But he had lost so much blood that he fainted as soon as they had placed him upon the bunk. Cyd then took his place at the helm; and while Lily bathed the head of the patient with lavender, Dan examined his wound. The ball had pa.s.sed entirely through the fleshy part of the thigh, about half way between the hip and the knee. The blood flowed steadily from the two openings, but not in jets, which would indicate the severing of an artery.

Dan was no surgeon, but he had ingenuity and common sense, and he used these to the best advantage his limited means would permit. He tore up one of his s.h.i.+rts for bandages, and Lily made lint of of his collars.

When the sufferer had recovered from his faintness he drank a gla.s.s of brandy, which seemed to revive him. But he was still very weak, and breathed not a word of hatred or malice.

”Hallo! Dan! Where we gwine?” shouted Cyd from the deck, who had come to a point in the lake where he required further sailing directions.

The skipper took his map and went on deck. From the position of three islands laid down on his chart, and which he identified as those near him, he concluded that the Isabel had reached the outlet of the lake, which is the Atchafalaya River. Its course gave him a fair wind, and he headed the boat down the stream. As the sailing of the boat was now a matter of the utmost importance, Dan was compelled to remain on deck. He took the precaution to place all the fire-arms on board in a safe place, where Colonel Raybone, if his condition should so far improve as to encourage him to make an attempt to obtain possession of the boat, could not get them, and where he and Cyd could get them.

It was sunset when the Isabel entered the great bayou; and as she dashed on her course, the anxious skipper saw many boats, and even some larger craft, but no one offered to molest them. Colonel Raybone remained as quiet as a lamb. He was feverish, and in much pain, and all night long Lily sat by his bunk, and watched over him as tenderly as though he had been her dearest friend, instead of her most terrible enemy. She not only watched; she prayed for him--prayed that G.o.d would forgive him, heal his wounds, and soften his heart.

And all night long the Isabel sped on her course, and at midnight she entered the great bay. Dan was worn out with anxiety and long watching, and as the waters of the bay were comparatively smooth, the wind having subsided to a gentle breeze, he gave the helm to Cyd, and slept three hours upon the floor of the standing room, with a cus.h.i.+on under his head.