Part 15 (1/2)

The captain's orders were carefully carried out, while once more the two mids.h.i.+pmen succeeded in accompanying the landing parties, to find that the king's town of palm-thatched hovels was completely deserted. It had evidently been a busy, thickly inhabited place, where prisoners were herded together by the brutal savages who made incursions in different directions, and held their unfortunate captives ready for the coming of the slaver. But now the place was a dreary silent waste, and the trail well marked showed plainly the direction taken by the native marauders to some forest stronghold, near at hand or far distant, it was impossible to say which.

”Pah!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Murray, as he sprang back with disgust from the strongly palisaded enclosure which was evidently the prisoners'

barracks. ”Let's get away, d.i.c.k.”

”I'm ready,” was the reply, ”but I say, did you go round the other side yonder?”

The lad pointed as he spoke.

”No. What was there to see?”

”Tom May found it out,” replied the mids.h.i.+pman, ”and I was idiot enough to go. Here, Tom,” he cried, signing to the generally amiable-looking sailor to approach; and he strode up, cutla.s.s in hand, musket over his shoulder, scowling and fierce of aspect. ”Tell Mr Murray what you showed me over yonder, Tom.”

The man's face puckered up as he turned and met Murray's eyes.

”It's 'most too horrid, sir,” he said, ”and don't do no good but make a man savage, sir. There's just fourteen of 'em among the trees there.”

”What, prisoners?” said Murray excitedly.

”Yes, sir, and six on 'em got the chains on 'em still.”

”Well, what about the armourer?” cried Murray excitedly, turning upon Roberts. ”Didn't Mr Anderson have them struck off?”

”No, lad,” replied Roberts. ”There was only one of them alive out of the whole fourteen, and I don't think she'll be alive when Munday comes back.”

”Comes back! I didn't know he had put off again.”

”Gone for the doctor,” said Roberts. ”Go on, Tom May. Tell him what you made it out to be.”

”Just this, sir--that they'd got more than the schooner could take away, and they finished off the sick and wounded.”

”How could you tell that?” said Murray, with a look of horror.

”Seemed pretty plain, sir. All the men had old wounds as well as what must have been given them to finish 'em yes'day morning, sir, when the black fellows forsook the place.”

”But you said--finished the men who had old wounds?”

”Yes, sir; half healed. T'other wounds was fresh, and the women and children--”

”Women and children!” cried Murray excitedly.

”Yes, sir; knocked on the head--clubbed. Didn't care to take 'em away with them, sir, when we come.”

”Oh, d.i.c.k,” said Murray, whose face now looked ghastly, ”I knew that there were horrors enough over the slave-trade, but I never thought it could be so bad as that. Here, Tom, where is this? Show me.”

”Don't be a fool, old chap,” whispered Roberts, grasping his companion's arm. ”You've heard what Tom said. I've seen it too, and I could tell you, but I won't. It's too horrid to go and see again.”

”Yes, it must be horrible,” said the young man pa.s.sionately; ”but you said one poor creature was still alive?”

”Yes, and the doctor's being fetched.”