Twenty miles from sh.o.r.e we spoke an American whaleship from New London.
She was "trying out," and signalled to send a boat. The Captain, taking me with him, went on board, when we were met by a pleasant, white-haired old man, Captain Allan.
His first words were, "Well, Captain Hayston, I have bad news. Peese has turned against you. He returned to Ponap from China a week ago, and cleared out your two stations of everything of value. He had a big schooner called the _Vittoria_, and after gutting the stations, he told the chiefs at Kiti harbour that you had sent him for the cattle running there. He took them all away--thirty-six head."
The Captain said nothing. Turning away he looked at the brig, as if in thought, then asked Allan if he knew where Peese had gone.
"To Manila; Peese has made friends there, and engaged with the Governor-General of the Philippines to supply the garrison with forty head of cattle. I knew the cattle were yours, and warned the chiefs not to let Peese take them away. But he threatened them with a visit from a Spanish man-of-war, and Miller backed him up. He had a strong party with him to enforce his demands."
"Thank you, Allan!" Hayston said very deliberately and calmly; "I was half afraid something like this would happen, but I thought the man I took out of the slums of Shanghai and helped like a brother was the last person to have robbed me. It has shown me the folly of trusting any one.
You are busy, Allan! so will leave you."
Bidding adieu to the good skipper we stepped into our boat. Hayston was silent for ten minutes. Then he put his hand on my knee, and looking into my face with the expression I had never seen him wear since he fought the trader at Drummond Island, said, "Hilary! did you ever know me to say I would do a thing and not do it?"
"No! but I have often wished you would _not_ keep your word so strictly.
Some day you will regret it."
"Perhaps so. But listen to me. This man--this Peese--I found in Shanghai years ago, ill and starving. There was something in his face which roused my interest; I took him on board my vessel and treated him as a brother. I was then high in favour with the Chinese authorities. Not as I am now--hunted from port to port--forced to take up this island life and a.s.sociate with ruffians who would shoot and rob me if they did not fear me. I went to a mandarin--a man who knew the stuff I was made of, and what I had done in the Chinese service--and asked for preferment for Peese. It was done. In a week he was put in command of a transport, and with his commission in his hand he came aboard my ship and swore he would never forget who it was that had saved him. He spoke but the bare truth, for I tell you this man was dying--dying of starvation. Well! it was he who led me afterwards, by his insidious advice and by collusion with Portuguese collie merchants, into risky dealings. At first all went well. We so used our positions in the Imperial service that we made over fifteen thousand dollars in three months, exclusive of the money used in bribing Chinese officials. The end came by and by, when I nearly lost my head in rescuing Peese from a gunboat in which he lay a prisoner. Anyhow I lost my rank, and the Viceroy issued a proclamation in the usual flowing language, depriving me of all honours previously conferred. We escaped, it is true, but China was closed to me for ever. Since then I have stood to Peese faithfully. Now, you see the result. He is a d--d clever fellow, and a good sailor, no doubt of that. But mind me when I say that I"ll find him, if I beggar myself to do it. And when I find him, he dies!"
I said nothing. He could not well let such treachery and ingrat.i.tude pa.s.s, and Peese would deserve his fate. However, they never met. Peese, like Hayston, appeared to have his hand against every man, as every man had his hand against Peese.
He met his fate after this fashion:--
A daring act of piracy--seizing a Spanish revenue vessel under the very guns of a fort--and working her out to sea with sweeps, outlawed him.
Caught at one of his old haunts in the Pelew Islands, he was heavily ironed and put on board the cruiser _Hernandez Pizarro_, for conveyance to Manila, to await trial.
One day he begged the officers of the corvette to allow him on deck as the heat was stifling. He was brought up and his leg-irons widened so that he could walk. Peese was always an exceedingly polite man. He thanked the officers for their courtesy, and begged for a cigar.
This was given him, and he slowly walked the decks, dragging his clanking chains, but apparently enjoying the flavour of his cigar.
Standing against a gun, he took a last look at the blue cloudless sky above him, and then quietly dropped overboard. The weight of his irons, of course, sank him "deeper than plummet lies".... So, and in such manner, was the appropriate and befitting ending of Benjamin Peese, master mariner--"_Requiescat in pace!_"
CHAPTER VII
CRUISING AMONG THE CAROLINES
Our first port of call at Ponap was Jakoits harbour. It was here we were to land some Line Islanders we had brought from various places in the Gilbert group. Hayston had brought them to the order of the firm of Johann Guldenstern and Sons of Hamburg, whose agents and managers at Ponap were Messrs. Capelle and Milne. Their trading stations were at Jakoits Islands, where resided the manager of the business. The senior partner of the firm--a burly, bullying Scot--had for some time been carrying on a rather heated correspondence with Hayston, whom he had accused of kidnapping the firm"s traders. He had not as yet encountered the Captain, but had told various whaling skippers and others that if half a dozen good men would back him up, he would seize Hayston, and keep him prisoner till H.M. warships _Tuscarora_ or _Jamestown_ turned up.
Occasionally Hayston had by letter warned him to beware, as he was not a man to be trifled with. Talk and threats are easy when the enemy is distant; so Miller, during his cruisings in the schooner _Matauta_, would exhibit to various traders the particular pistol he intended to use on Hayston. Representing a powerful firm, he had almost unlimited influence in Ponap. Hayston told me that he believed Peese would never have dared to have looted his trading stations and taken his cattle if Miller had not sided with him.
"Now," said the Captain, as we were slowly sailing into Jakoits, "I"m in a bit of a fix. I must let Miller come aboard and treat him civilly for a bit, or he will pretend he knows nothing of this consignment of natives I have for him. He lies easily, and may declare that he has received no instructions from Kleber, the manager at Samoa, to receive these n.i.g.g.e.rs from me, much less pay for them. But once I have the cash in hand, or his firm"s draft, I mean to bring him up with a round turn."
We dropped anchor in the lovely harbour, almost underneath the precipitous Jakoits Islands, on which were the trading stations. There were five whalers lying at anchor, having run in according to custom to get wood, water, and other necessaries. One of these was a brig, the _Rameses_ of Honolulu. Dismantled and deserted-looking--in a little secluded cove--she had not a soul on board but the captain, and he was mad. Of him and his vessel later on.
A Yankee beach-comber of a pilot, named Joe Kelman, met us as we came in; not that his services were required, but evidently for his own gratification, as he was bursting with news. As he pulled alongside the Captain told me that he was a creature of Miller"s, and a thundering scoundrel on his own account as well. But he would settle it with him and his princ.i.p.al also in a few days.
With a countenance expressive of the deepest sorrow the beach-comber, as he sent gla.s.s after gla.s.s of grog down his throat, told his doleful tale--how Peese had come with a crew of murdering Spaniards, and played h--l with the "Capting"s" property; stole every hoof of his cattle, but four which were now running at Kiti harbour; how Capting Miller had been real cut up at seeing Peese acting so piratical, and said that though he and Captain Hayston was sorter enemies, he thought Peese was "blamed downright ongrateful," etc.
"That"s all right, Joe," answered the Captain with the pleasantest laugh, "that"s only a stroke of bad luck for me. I bear Captain Miller no ill will from the letters he has written me, and for this part--we are both hot-tempered men, and may have felt ourselves injured by each other"s acts--as he tried to save my property, I shall be glad to meet him and thank him personally."
"Well, that"s suthinlike," said the beach-comber, "I"d be real sorry to see two such fine lookin" men shootin" bullets into each other. Besides, pore Miller"s sick. Guess I"ll cut ash.o.r.e now, Captain. Kin I take any message?"
Hayston said he would give him a few lines, and, sitting down, wrote a short but polite note to Miller, stating that he had a number of labourers for him, which he would be glad to have inspected and landed.
He regretted his illness, but would come ash.o.r.e as soon as he (Miller) was well enough to receive him.
The beach-comber took the letter and went ash.o.r.e. Hayston turned to me with a laugh: "Do you see that? The gin-drinking scoundrel is playing pilot-fish. He has come to learn if I suspect anything of the game his master is playing. Here"s a canoe; you"ll see I"ll get the truth out of these natives."
The canoe was paddled by a very old man and a boy. There were also a lot of young girls. The Captain declined to entertain visitors at present, there being too much work to do, and cross-examined the old man as to Miller and his men. He said there were no white men now at Jakoits; furthermore, that when the _Leonora_ was sighted, Miller had gone off to the four whaleships and had a long talk with the captains. He had taken two guns from the _Seabreeze_, and loaded them as soon as he got ash.o.r.e.
The natives were told there were going to be a big fight; that Captain Miller had got sixty natives in his house, and the two guns placed in front of the landing-place. Hayston gave the old man a present, and suggested that he should dispose of his cargo to one of the whaleships.
The old fellow shook his head sadly, saying he had come too late.
Turning to me, the Captain said, "There"s news for you; Miller must have thought I meant to go for him as soon as we met, and has his people ready to give me a warm reception. If I had not these Kanakas on board I"d give him as much fighting as he cares for, and put a firestick in his station to finish up with." A few minutes later we saw a boat put off from Jakoits with a big burly man sitting in the stern. At the same time one of the whalers" boats came aboard, in which were the four captains. He greeted them warmly, and we all trooped below.
One of them, a wizened little man with a wonderful vocabulary of curses, said, looking at the others: "Well, gentlemen, before we accept Captain Hayston"s hospitality we ought to tell him that we lent Captain Miller two guns to sink this brig with."
"Gentlemen," said Hayston, standing at the head of his table, with his hands resting upon it, "I know all about that, but you are none the less welcome. Miller will be here in a few minutes, and I must beg of you not to let him know that I have been informed of the warm reception he had prepared for me. Besides, they tell me he is ill."
"Oh, h--l! Ill! That"s curious; he was in powerful good health an hour or two ago," and the skippers looked at each other and winked. Presently we returned to the deck, just as the bluff personage of whom we were talking clambered up the ship"s side and came aft.
The whaling captains and I watched the meeting with intense interest.
Miller was evidently ill at ease, but seeing Hayston walking towards him with outstretched hand and a smile on his face, he made a great effort at self-command, and shook hands vigorously.
"Well, we"ve met at last, Captain Hayston, and ye see I"m no feared to come aboard and speak up till ye like a man."
"My dear sir," replied Hayston, grasping his hand with a prolonged shake, "I was just telling these gentlemen how I regretted to hear of your illness, for, although we have carried on such a paper warfare, I"m convinced that we only need to meet to become good friends."
Here one of the American captains came up, and, looking the new-comer straight in the face, said, "Well, I _am_ surprised at meeting you here.
Reckon you can sick and well quicker"n any man I ever come across."
No notice was taken by Miller of this and other sarcastic remarks while he hurried on his business with Hayston. Much grog was drunk, and then the Captain pa.s.sed the word for all hands to muster on deck--the crew to starboard, the Kanaka pa.s.sengers on the port side.
The "labour" was then inspected, and pa.s.sed by their new proprietor, who, now very jovial and unsteady on his pins, took them on sh.o.r.e without delay. He returned shortly and paid for them in cash. Next morning several traders came on board, and any amount of beach-combers, for Ponap is their paradise. Mr. Miller came with an invitation to visit him on sh.o.r.e. Having business to attend to I stayed on board, promising to follow later on. As Hayston was leaving the brig, Miller said, in presence of the traders,--
"Eh, Captain Hayston, but ye"re no siccan a terrible crater as they mak"
ye oot. Man, I hae my doots if ye could pommel me so sevairly as ye"ve inseenuated."
"Mr. Miller," said the Captain, stopping dead, and taking him by the shoulder, "you are now on board my ship, and I will say nothing further than that if you have any doubt on the subject I am perfectly willing, as soon as we reach your station, to convince you that you are mistaken."
The traders, who had hitherto backed up their colleague, applauded loudly, evidently expecting Miller to take up the challenge. He, however, preferred to treat it as a joke. I knew that the Captain was labouring under suppressed wrath because he was so cool and polite. I knew, by the ring in his voice, that he meant mischief, and at any moment looked to see the hot blood surging to his brow, and his fierce nature a.s.sert itself.
About an hour later the mate of one of the whaleships came on board to have dinner with me, and told me that Hayston had given Miller a terrible thrashing in his own house, in the presence of his backers and the American captains. It seems that Hayston led the conversation up to Captain Peese"s recent visit, and then suddenly asked Miller if he had not told the natives that Captain Peese must take the cattle, and that he (Hayston) dared not show up in Ponap again, or else he would long since have appeared on the scene.
Possibly Miller thought his only chance was to brazen it out, for, though he had a following of the lowest roughs and beach-combers, who were at that moment loafing about his house and grounds, and Hayston was unarmed, he could see by the coolness of the American captains that he could not count on their support. At last he said, with a forced laugh,--