The big, burly brigand stood before him, and eyed him from head to foot. He was very tall, and, indeed, to David he seemed gigantic, while his right hand held the rifle like a walking-stick. He looked at David in silence, and scanned him curiously all over; and David"s eyes, which had at first sought those of his captor in timid entreaty, now sank before his stern gaze.
"_Cosa volete?_" said the brigand. "_Donde venite?_" in a deep voice.
"_Non capisco_," faltered David, bringing forth the only Italian that he knew.
At this the brigand was silent, and again surveyed him.
"_Parlate Italiano?_" he asked, at length.
"No," said David, in a tremulous voice; for he understood the meaning of those words well enough.
"Hm--" said the brigand, and then, "_Parlez vous Francais?_"
"No," said David.
"_Habla usted Espanol?_" asked the brigand once more, apparently quite curious to find out the nationality of his prisoner, so as to form some basis of communication with him.
David shook his head.
The brigand paused, and frowned, and stared fixedly at David, as though trying to gather from his looks and dress what his country might be. David"s dress showed him to be a respectable youth, while his face might belong to any nationality; for his complexion was dark, and somewhat sallow, his eyes dark, his hair black and straight, and his frame slender.
"_Sprechen sie Deutsch?_" asked the brigand, once, more returning to the examination.
David shook his head.
At this the brigand frowned, and once more relapsed into silence for some time. At length he made a further effort.
"_Russo?_" he asked, in an interrogative tone, elevating his eyebrows.
David shook his head.
"_Turco?_" asked the brigand again, in the same tone and manner.
Again David shook his head, wondering why the brigand should for one moment imagine it possible that he could be a Russian or a Turk.
"_Greco?_" asked the brigand, in a tone of voice which seemed as though he was about to give it up as a hopeless conundrum.
When David shook his head at this, the brigand turned away in disgust, and stood for a few moments meditating. David felt his fate to be hanging in the balance, and stood in deep suspense, watching with anxious eyes the face of his captor. But the heavy beard and mustache, and the slouched felt hat, concealed all expression; nor could David see anything there which could at all lessen his anxiety. He thought, however, that if he could only communicate in some way his mournful story, and let his captor see that he had come here unintentionally, and only wanted to get back to his friends, he might excite his compa.s.sion, if indeed there was any compa.s.sion in the stern soul of this awful being. It was David"s only chance, however; and so, putting his hand timidly on the brigand"s arm, he pointed towards the sh.o.r.e, and waved his arm towards Naples.
At this the brigand stared; but seeing that David persistently pointed in that direction, he walked off through the grove for a few paces, till he reached the top of the bank, where the beach appeared before him, and the boat drawn up on it. David followed him, and as they came in sight of the boat he pointed towards it, and then touched his breast, meaning by that to show that the boat was his. This the brigand at once understood, and after once more staring hard at David, as though anxious to ascertain whether he was speaking the truth or not, he bounded down the bank, and strode towards the boat, which he examined narrowly, inside and out. Daring this time he paid no attention to David; but to the poor lost lad this indifference gave no hope. He knew that there was no escape for him. He felt that on this island the brigand was supreme, and any effort to fly would only be worse than useless. So, instead of trying to fly, he followed the brigand, and came up to where he was standing beside the boat.
The brigand examined it very narrowly outside and inside. He inspected the bow, the stern, and the rudder. He knelt down and looked underneath. He stepped inside and examined David"s clumsy fastenings of the sail. These excited much interest, apparently, and caused prolonged study on his part. To David all this appeared perfectly intelligible, and very natural. The brigand was evidently examining his plunder, to see what it was worth. David felt an additional pang of grief at the thought that he had sequestrated the property of some innocent Castellamare fisherman, and diverted it into the possession of brigands; but he consoled himself by the thought that if he ever escaped he could hunt up the owner and make good the loss. Escape for himself was the first thing, and he tried to hope that the boat might prove a prize sufficiently valuable to mollify the mind of the brigand, and dispose him to mercy and compa.s.sion. So, as the brigand inspected the boat, David stood watching the brigand, and looking earnestly to see whether there were any signs of a relenting disposition. But the face of the brigand preserved an unchanged expression; and after he had examined the boat to his satisfaction, he once more confronted David, and the poor, forlorn, despairing lad saw that his aspect was as malign, as ferocious, and as truculent as ever.
David determined to make a further effort. There was nothing else to be done. He felt that he must pacify this ferocious being, disarm his hostility, appease his cruelty, and, if possible, excite his compa.s.sion. To do all this, it would be necessary to express himself by signs--for he could not speak the language; and though signs seemed very inadequate, yet he had to resort to them. He had heard, however, of the skill of the Italians in expressing ideas by means of gestures, and he hoped that this man might gain some meaning from his unskilled efforts.
So, first of all, he tried to tell the brigand that he was from.
America. He laid one hand on his heart, and waved the other towards what he supposed to be the west.
The brigand nodded solemnly, and seemed to comprehend what he wished to state. It gratified David to see this, and to notice also that the brigand was very attentive, and fixed his dark, stern eyes upon him with closest scrutiny.
The next thing that David tried to tell him was, that he had friends with him.
This he did by patting his breast, waving his arms around him, smiling, and touching four of his fingers.
The brigand nodded. He had apparently got idea.
David was very much encouraged.
The next thing to be told was, that he and his friends had gone on an excursion into the country.
This he did by prancing along the sand, and snapping an imaginary whip; after which he pointed to the opposite sh.o.r.e, waving his hand along the country.
The brigand nodded again, and appeared deeply interested.
The next thing to be told was, that he had put off in this boat.
He waved his hand towards Vesuvius. Then he lay down on the sand, and pretended to be asleep. He then rose, yawned, and rubbed his eyes. Then he went to the boat, pretended to push off and hoist sail.
The brigand now nodded very vigorously, and it began to be evident to David that his story was making some impression.
He now wished to explain that the boat had got beyond his control, on account of his ignorance of navigation, and that he had drifted or been blown upon this sh.o.r.e.
To do this, he pointed to the boat, then to himself; after which he sighed and looked down in a melancholy way. Then he got into the boat and shook the sail. Then he jumped out and rocked it as violently as he could. Then he sank back on one knee with folded arms and upturned face, intending by that to indicate despair. Then he waved his hands all about, and pointed to the boat and to the sea; and then, pointing alternately to the boat and to the sea, he waved his hands, trying to indicate the track over which he had pa.s.sed while approaching the island. After this he paused, and turned a supplicatory look at his captor.
Thereupon the brigand nodded vehemently, as before.
And now one thing yet remained for David to explain, and that was, his own position. He wished to tell the brigand that he knew he was in his power, and that he would pay any ransom, if he would only restore him to his friends.
To explain this, David took the big hand of the brigand, and put it upon his head, stooping down low as he did so. Then he waved his arms all around, and mournfully shook his head. Which meant, that he was in the brigand"s power, and would not and could not escape. Then he drew forth his purse, tapped it several times, held it out to the brigand, waved his hands towards Naples, slapped his breast, and pointed to the brigand and to himself. Which meant, that he would pay any money, that he had friends in Naples who would treat with the brigand for his release on his own terms.
Having explained this much, David stopped, for he felt that there was nothing more for him to do, and watched the effect of his story, and his concluding offer.
The brigand seemed gratified. He nodded several times gravely and thoughtfully. Then he looked at the boat, and then at David, and then at the sea. To David it seemed as if the brigand was trying to trace the boat"s devious track over the water, so as to see whether his story was true or not. He did not offer any further explanations, but allowed the brigand to think it out for himself.
That worthy accordingly devoted his mind to the consideration of the situation for some time, until at length he seemed to have mastered it, and also to have come to a decision about his own course of conduct.
He reached out his brawny hand, and laid it on David"s head. After which he pointed to himself, and nodded.
By this David saw, unmistakably, that the brigand was claiming him as his own captive. Although the fact was already painfully evident, yet this formal statement of it produced a very depressing effect upon David"s mind, and made him feel that he had been indulging in hopes too soon. Then the brigand waved his hand towards the fields, and the cottage beyond the grove. After this, he waved his hand in a general direction, and then swept it over the surrounding scene. He pointed to the island and nodded, pointed to Naples and shook his head.
By which David understood him to say, "You are my prisoner. I live in that house. You shall be kept there. You can"t escape."
Then the brigand raised his gun, and nodded at David. Then he slapped the stock of it several times, fixing his keen, glowing eyes gloomily upon the lad as he did so. Then he waved his hand towards the sky.
By which David understood the following:--
"You"re my prisoner! You cannot escape! If you dare try it, I will shoot you! You can no more escape than you can fly in the air!"
Then the brigand pointed to the boat, and touched his breast.