Part 98 (1/2)

”Hurt, sir?”

”Here, answer for yourself, my lad,” cried the lieutenant.

”Hurt, sir? Yes, sir; pretty tidy, sir,” growled the big sailor. ”One of them slavers fetched me a crack on the head as knocked all the sense out on it; but I shall get a chance at 'em again one o' these times.

But is it really you, Mr Murray, here and all right, sir?”

”It's your turn to answer, Mr Murray,” replied the chief officer.

”Yes, sir; and yes, Tom May; I've got back safely. Where's t.i.tely?”

”In the plantation house, sir--in hospital--sick bay, sir; doing pretty tidy. But they're coming on again, I think, sir, and we've them two blacks with us, sir. Where shall we put them?”

”They're not prisoners, sir,” cried Murray. ”They're friends, and have helped us to escape.”

”Do you think we can trust them?” asked the lieutenant.

”Trust them, sir? Yes, and they'll fight for us to the end.”

”You answer for them, my lad?”

”Yes, sir,” cried Murray. ”They're staunch enough.”

”Here they come, sir!” cried Tom May.

For with a fierce yelling mingled with an imitation of the hearty cheering of a body of seamen, a strong party dashed up to the hastily barricaded entrance, and sent a volley cras.h.i.+ng through the panels of the door and the window.

”You were ready for that, my lads?” cried the lieutenant. ”No one hurt?”

”Nay, sir; we're used to that bit o' business,” growled the big sailor.

”Then give it them back, my lads.”

The words had hardly pa.s.sed the officer's lips before a dozen muskets bellowed out their reply, lighting up so many roughly-made portholes, and as the volley was responded to by a fiercer yelling than before, mingled with the hurried footsteps of the repulsed attacking party, Murray turned in the darkness to his leader.

”I can't understand it, sir,” he said. ”I thought Caesar, the black, was retreating with us to the cottage by the lagoon.”

”No, no, my lad; this is the plantation house where we came first. I only wish we could have reached the cottage by the water-side. We should have had help from the captain before now if we could have got there.”

”Then we are right in the middle of the cane fields, sir?”

”Yes, Murray, and very glad I was to come upon it, for it has been strong enough to hold. Here: your black fellow who guided the expedition--where is he?”

”Here somewhere, sir.”

”Ask him then if he can lead us by some path to the water-side.”

”Do you hear this, Caesar?” asked Murray. ”Is there any path down to the water-side without using a boat along the river?”

”Yes, sah, but Ma.s.sa Huggin men all dah, and um think they come 'long again to burn Ma.s.sa Allen house up. Murray Frank look! All de window burn fire.”