Part 14 (1/2)

”Beg pardon, sir.”

”What is it, Mr Murray?”

The mids.h.i.+pman pointed right aft, where the faint mist was floating away from where it hung about a mile away over the distant sh.o.r.e.

”Well, sir, why don't you speak?” cried the captain, now speaking angrily. ”Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr Murray; another mist was in my eyes. That must be the course of the other fork of the river. I see it plainly now. We have been lured up here and run upon this muddy shoal in the belief that we shall never get off; and there goes our prize with her load of black unfortunates. Do you see her, Mr Anderson?”

”Too plainly, sir,” said the chief officer sadly.

For it was now broad daylight and the swift-looking schooner was gliding along apparently through the trees which covered a narrow spit of land.

”Hah!” said the captain quietly. ”Yes, that's it, Mr Anderson--our prize, and a beautiful morning for her to make her start for the West Indies. Bless that straightforward, timorous, modest American skipper!

Do you know, Mr Anderson, I am strongly of opinion that he commands that craft and that he will find his way through some of the muddy creeks and channels of the mangrove forest back to where she will be waiting for him. Well, master, what do you think?” he continued, as that officer came up hurriedly. ”Will the sloop lie over any further?”

”No, sir; that is stopped; but we are wedged in fast.”

”So I suppose. Well, Mr Thomson, it does not mean a wreck?”

”No, no, sir, nor any damage as far as I can say.”

”Damage, Mr Thomson,” said the captain, smiling at him pleasantly; ”but it does, man; damage to our reputation--mine--Mr Anderson's. But you were going to say something, to ask me some question.”

”Yes, sir; about taking steps to get the sloop out of the bed in which she lies.”

”Poor bird, yes; but you see no risk for the present?”

”Not the slightest, sir. The mud is so soft.”

”Mud generally is, Mr Thomson,” said the captain blandly. ”Well, then, let her rest for a while. We are all tired after a long night's work.

Pa.s.s the word to Mr Dempsey, and let him pipe all hands for breakfast.

I want mine badly.”

There was a faint cheer at this, followed by another, and then by one which Murray said was a regular ”roarer.”

”I say,” he said to Roberts, ”doesn't he take it splendidly!”

”Don't you make any mistake,” replied that young gentleman. ”He seems as cool as a cuc.u.mber, but he's boiling with rage, and if he had that Yankee here he'd hang him from the yard-arm as sure as he's his mother's son.”

”And serve him right,” said Murray bitterly.

”What's that, young gentlemen?” said the captain, turning upon them sharply, for he had noted what was going on and placed his own interpretation upon the conversation--”criticising your superiors?”

”No, sir,” said Murray frankly; ”we were talking about punis.h.i.+ng the Yankee who tricked us into this.”

”Gently, Mr Murray--gently, sir! You hot-blooded boys are in _too_ great a hurry. Wait a bit. I dare say we shall have the pleasure of another interview with him; and, by the way, Mr Anderson, I think as we are so near, we might as well inspect the indiarubber plantations of our friend. We might see, too, if he has any more work-people of the same type as those who manned his galley.”

”I'm afraid we should only find them on board the schooner, sir,” said the chief officer bitterly.