Part 17 (1/2)

”Yes, sir?” he said enquiringly.

”I did not call, Tom.”

”No, sir, but I thought you looked as if you was signalling me. Beg pardon, sir; I s'pose you know we're going to burn out this here wasp nest?”

”I expect so, Tom.”

”Yes, sir, that's so, and the lads are getting so hot to begin that we all feel warm enough to set fire to the place without matches.”

”Well, it is hot, Tom,” said Murray, smiling, while the man showed his big white teeth in a broad grin.

”I expeck we shall be 'vided into squads, sir, and there's about half-a-dozen of my messmates will fall nat'ral along o' me. Couldn't manage, I s'pose, sir, to have us under your command, could you?”

”I don't know, Tom,” replied the young man. ”You'll see that Mr Anderson will settle all that.”

”Yes, sir; I know, sir; but I thought p'raps that if you happened to be standing along with us just as if you and us was ready for a start, it might happen as the first luff, sir, would see as it was all sootable like. They're a handy lot, so I promise you, and used to work with me.”

”Oh, I know all about that, Tom, and I should be glad to have you.”

”Thankye, sir; and you'll try, sir?”

”I will, Tom.”

”Thankye again, sir, and I'll tell the lads.”

”I make no promise, mind,” said the mids.h.i.+pman.

”I know, sir; it's all right, sir. It'll be like this. Mr Munday will take the lead, sir, with one lot; old Dempsey another; you the next, and then Mr Roberts, sir, and the first luff'll be like tip-top of all. I shouldn't wonder a bit, sir, if me and my squad falls to you.”

Murray never troubled himself to a.n.a.lyse whether it was accident or management, but somehow or other he found himself, soon after the return of the second cutter, in command of six of the best foremast men of the sloop's crew, headed by Tom May, who bore a lighted s.h.i.+p's lantern, while each man was provided with a bundle of dry, easily-igniting wood.

The men were drawn up and the first lieutenant gave his very brief instructions as to the way in which the fires were to be started, the officers in command being duly urged to exercise all care in making the conflagration thorough, while at the same time guarding against surprise.

”You see, gentlemen,” said the lieutenant in conclusion, ”we have not had a sight of one of the blacks, but we may be sure that they are in hiding not far away, ready to take advantage of any sign of weakness; and their spears are not very sharp, but are handled well and can be thrown a long way with good aim. In an ordinary way they would not risk our bullets, and certainly would not give our bayonets a chance, but I feel that the sight of their burning village will rouse them up, and hence an attack upon scattered men is very possible. I have _no_ more to say but this; I want the village to be burned to ashes, and every man to get back to the boats unhurt.”

The men cheered, and the next minute they had begun to open out till they were in line ready to advance, with the now briskly blowing wind, when a final order was given in the shape of a prolonged whistle from the boatswain, which was followed by the starting forward of the extended firing party with their freshly ignited torches blazing high.

”Bravo!” cried Murray excitedly, as he stood with Tom May behind ten of the bee-hive shaped palm-walled and thatched huts, which were so close together that five of his men were easily able to fire to right and left, Tom and another man musket-armed ready to cover them, and their young leader standing sword in one hand, the lantern in the other, well on the watch, and at the same time ready to supply fresh ignition to any of the rough torches which should become extinct.

”Bravo!” shouted Murray, for at the first start of his little party the torches were applied to the dry inflammable palm fabrics, and the flames sprang into fiery life at once. ”Good, my lads--good! That's right,”

he cried. ”Right down at the bottom. Couldn't be better.”

For at the first application there was a hiss, then a fierce crackling sound, and the fire literally ran up from base to crown of the rounded edifice, which was soon roaring like a furnace.

”Hooray, boys!” cried Tom May. ”Don't stop to save any of the best chayney or the n.i.g.g.e.rs' silver spoons and forks. They belong to such a bad lot that we won't loot anything to save for prizes. And I say, that's it, going fine. Never mind getting a bit black with the smoke.

It'll all wash off, and that's what these brutes of n.i.g.g.e.rs can't do.”

The men shouted in reply and roared with laughter at their messmates'