A boat that had approached unnoticed from the sh.o.r.e came sc.r.a.ping and b.u.mping against the great red hull of the Arabella, and a raucous voice sent up a hailing shout. From the ship"s belfry two silvery notes rang clear and sharp, and a moment or two later the bo"sun"s whistle shrilled a long wail.
The sounds disturbed Captain Blood from his disgruntled musings. He rose, tall, active, and arrestingly elegant in a scarlet, gold-laced coat that advertised his new position, and slipping the slender volume into his pocket, advanced to the carved rail of the quarter-deck, just as Jeremy Pitt was setting foot upon the companion.
"A note for you from the Deputy-Governor," said the master shortly, as he proffered a folded sheet.
Blood broke the seal, and read. Pitt, loosely clad in shirt and breeches, leaned against the rail the while and watched him, unmistakable concern imprinted on his fair, frank countenance.
Blood uttered a short laugh, and curled his lip. "It is a very peremptory summons," he said, and pa.s.sed the note to his friend.
The young master"s grey eyes skimmed it. Thoughtfully he stroked his golden beard.
"You"ll not go?" he said, between question and a.s.sertion.
"Why not? Haven"t I been a daily visitor at the fort...?"
"But it"ll be about the Old Wolf that he wants to see you. It gives him a grievance at last. You know, Peter, that it is Lord Julian alone has stood between Bishop and his hate of you. If now he can show that...."
"What if he can?" Blood interrupted carelessly. "Shall I be in greater danger ash.o.r.e than aboard, now that we"ve but fifty men left, and they lukewarm rogues who would as soon serve the King as me? Jeremy, dear lad, the Arabella"s a prisoner here, bedad, "twixt the fort there and the fleet yonder. Don"t be forgetting that."
Jeremy clenched his hands. "Why did ye let Wolverstone and the others go?" he cried, with a touch of bitterness. "You should have seen the danger."
"How could I in honesty have detained them? It was in the bargain. Besides, how could their staying have helped me?" And as Pitt did not answer him: "Ye see?" he said, and shrugged. "I"ll be getting my hat and cane and sword, and go ash.o.r.e in the c.o.c.k-boat. See it manned for me."
"Ye"re going to deliver yourself into Bishop"s hands," Pitt warned him.
"Well, well, maybe he"ll not find me quite so easy to grasp as he imagines. There"s a thorn or two left on me." And with a laugh Blood departed to his cabin.
Jeremy Pitt answered the laugh with an oath. A moment he stood irresolute where Blood had left him. Then slowly, reluctance dragging at his feet, he went down the companion to give the order for the c.o.c.k-boat.
"If anything should happen to you, Peter," he said, as Blood was going over the side, "Colonel Bishop had better look to himself. These fifty lads may be lukewarm at present, as you say, but - sink me! - they"ll be anything but lukewarm if there"s a breach of faith."
"And what should be happening to me, Jeremy? Sure, now, I"ll be back for dinner, so I will."
Blood climbed down into the waiting boat. But laugh though he might, he knew as well as Pitt that in going ash.o.r.e that morning he carried his life in his hands. Because of this, it may have been that when he stepped on to the narrow mole, in the shadow of the shallow outer wall of the fort through whose crenels were thrust the black noses of its heavy guns, he gave order that the boat should stay for him at that spot. He realized that he might have to retreat in a hurry.
Walking leisurely, he skirted the embattled wall, and pa.s.sed through the great gates into the courtyard. Half-a-dozen soldiers lounged there, and in the shadow cast by the wall, Major Mallard, the Commandant, was slowly pacing. He stopped short at sight of Captain Blood, and saluted him, as was his due, but the smile that lifted the officer"s stiff mostachios was grimly sardonic. Peter Blood"s attention, however, was elsewhere.
On his right stretched a s.p.a.cious garden, beyond which rose the white house that was the residence of the Deputy-Governor. In that garden"s main avenue, that was fringed with palm and sandalwood, he had caught sight of Miss Bishop alone. He crossed the courtyard with suddenly lengthened stride.
"Good-morning to ye, ma"am," was his greeting as he overtook her; and hat in hand now, he added on a note of protest: "Sure, it"s nothing less than uncharitable to make me run in this heat."
"Why do you run, then?" she asked him coolly, standing slim and straight before him, all in white and very maidenly save in her unnatural composure. "I am pressed," she informed him. "So you will forgive me if I do not stay."
"You were none so pressed until I came," he protested, and if his thin lips smiled, his blue eyes were oddly hard.
"Since you perceive it, sir, I wonder that you trouble to be so insistent."
That crossed the swords between them, and it was against Blood"s instincts to avoid an engagement.
"Faith, you explain yourself after a fashion," said he. "But since it was more or less in your service that I donned the King"s coat, you should suffer it to cover the thief and pirate."
She shrugged and turned aside, in some resentment and some regret. Fearing to betray the latter, she took refuge in the former. "I do my best," said she.
"So that ye can be charitable in some ways!" He laughed softly. "Glory be, now, I should be thankful for so much. Maybe I"m presumptuous. But I can"t forget that when I was no better than a slave in your uncle"s household in Barbados, ye used me with a certain kindness."
"Why not? In those days you had some claim upon my kindness. You were just an unfortunate gentleman then."
"And what else would you be calling me now?"
"Hardly unfortunate. We have heard of your good fortune on the seas - how your luck has pa.s.sed into a byword. And we have heard other things: of your good fortune in other directions."
She spoke hastily, the thought of Mademoiselle d"Ogeron in her mind. And instantly would have recalled the words had she been able. But Peter Blood swept them lightly aside, reading into them none of her meaning, as she feared he would.
"Aye - a deal of lies, devil a doubt, as I could prove to you."
"I cannot think why you should trouble to put yourself on your defence," she discouraged him.
"So that ye may think less badly of me than you do."
"What I think of you can be a very little matter to you, sir."
This was a disarming stroke. He abandoned combat for expostulation.
"Can ye say that now? Can ye say that, beholding me in this livery of a service I despise? Didn"t ye tell me that I might redeem the past? It"s little enough I am concerned to redeem the past save only in your eyes. In my own I"ve done nothing at all that I am ashamed of, considering the provocation I received."
Her glance faltered, and fell away before his own that was so intent.
"I... I can"t think why you should speak to me like this," she said, with less than her earlier a.s.surance.
"Ah, now, can"t ye, indeed?" he cried. "Sure, then, I"ll be telling ye."
"Oh, please." There was real alarm in her voice. "I realize fully what you did, and I realize that partly, at least, you may have been urged by consideration for myself. Believe me, I am very grateful. I shall always be grateful."
"But if it"s also your intention always to think of me as a thief and a pirate, faith, ye may keep your grat.i.tude for all the good it"s like to do me."
A livelier colour crept into her cheeks. There was a perceptible heave of the slight breast that faintly swelled the flimsy bodice of white silk. But if she resented his tone and his words, she stifled her resentment. She realized that perhaps she had, herself, provoked his anger. She honestly desired to make amends.
"You are mistaken," she began. "It isn"t that."
But they were fated to misunderstand each other.
Jealousy, that troubler of reason, had been over-busy with his wits as it had with hers.
"What is it, then?" quoth he, and added the question: "Lord Julian?"
She started, and stared at him blankly indignant now.
"Och, be frank with me," he urged her, unpardonably. ""Twill be a kindness, so it will."
For a moment she stood before him with quickened breathing, the colour ebbing and flowing in her cheeks. Then she looked past him, and tilted her chin forward.
"You... you are quite insufferable," she said. "I beg that you will let me pa.s.s."
He stepped aside, and with the broad feathered hat which he still held in his hand, he waved her on towards the house.
"I"ll not be detaining you any longer, ma"am. After all, the cursed thing I did for nothing can be undone. Ye"ll remember afterwards that it was your hardness drove me."
She moved to depart, then checked, and faced him again. It was she now who was on her defence, her voice quivering with indignation.
"You take that tone! You dare to take that tone!" she cried, astounding him by her sudden vehemence. "You have the effrontery to upbraid me because I will not take your hands when I know how they are stained; when I know you for a murderer and worse?"
He stared at her open-mouthed.
"A murderer- I?" he said at last.
"Must I name your victims? Did you not murder Leva.s.seur?"
"Leva.s.seur?" He smiled a little. "So they"ve told you about that!"
"Do you deny it?"
"I killed him, it is true. I can remember killing another man in circ.u.mstances that were very similar. That was in Bridgetown on the night of the Spanish raid. Mary Traill would tell you of it. She was present."
He clapped his hat on his head with a certain abrupt fierceness, and strode angrily away, before she could answer or even grasp the full significance of what he had said.
CHAPTER XXIII.
HOSTAGES.
Peter Blood stood in the pillared portico of Government House, and with unseeing eyes that were laden with pain and anger, stared out across the great harbour of Port Royal to the green hills rising from the farther sh.o.r.e and the ridge of the Blue Mountains beyond, showing hazily through the quivering heat.
He was aroused by the return of the negro who had gone to announce him, and following now this slave, he made his way through the house to the wide piazza behind it, in whose shade Colonel Bishop and my Lord Julian Wade took what little air there was.
"So ye"ve come," the Deputy-Governor hailed him, and followed the greeting by a series of grunts of vague but apparently ill-humoured import.
He did not trouble to rise, not even when Lord Julian, obeying the instincts of finer breeding, set him the example. From under scowling brows the wealthy Barbados planter considered his sometime slave, who, hat in hand, leaning lightly upon his long beribboned cane, revealed nothing in his countenance of the anger which was being steadily nourished by this cavalier reception.
At last, with scowling brow and in self-sufficient tones, Colonel Bishop delivered himself.
"I have sent for you, Captain Blood, because of certain news that has just reached me. I am informed that yesterday evening a frigate left the harbour having on board your a.s.sociate Wolverstone and a hundred men of the hundred and fifty that were serving under you. His lordship and I shall be glad to have your explanation of how you came to permit that departure."
"Permit?" quoth Blood. "I ordered it."
The answer left Bishop speechless for a moment. Then: "You ordered it?" he said in accents of unbelief, whilst Lord Julian raised his eyebrows. ""Swounds! Perhaps you"ll explain yourself? Whither has Wolverstone gone?"
"To Tortuga. He"s gone with a message to the officers commanding the other four ships of the fleet that is awaiting me there, telling them what"s happened and why they are no longer to expect me."
Bishop"s great face seemed to swell and its high colour to deepen. He swung to Lord Julian.
"You hear that, my lord? Deliberately he has let Wolverstone loose upon the seas again - Wolverstone, the worst of all that gang of pirates after himself. I hope your lordship begins at last to perceive the folly of granting the King"s commission to such a man as this against all my counsels. Why, this thing is... it"s just mutiny... treason! By G.o.d! It"s matter for a court-martial."
"Will you cease your blather of mutiny and treason and courts-martial?" Blood put on his hat, and sat down unbidden. "I have sent Wolverstone to inform Hagthorpe and Christian and Yberville and the rest of my lads that they"ve one clear month in which to follow my example, quit piracy, and get back to their boucans or their logwood, or else sail out of the Caribbean Sea. That"s what I"ve done."
"But the men?" his lordship interposed in his level, cultured voice. "This hundred men that Wolverstone has taken with him?"
"They are those of my crew who have no taste for King James"s service, and have preferred to seek work of other kinds. It was in our compact, my lord, that there should be no constraining of my men."
"I don"t remember it," said his lordship, with sincerity.
Blood looked at him in surprise. Then he shrugged. "Faith, I"m not to blame for your lordship"s poor memory. I say that it was so; and I don"t lie. I"ve never found it necessary. In any case ye couldn"t have supposed that I should consent to anything different."
And then the Deputy-Governor exploded.
"You have given those d.a.m.ned rascals in Tortuga this warning so that they may escape! That is what you have done. That is how you abuse the commission that has saved your own neck!"
Peter Blood considered him steadily, his face impa.s.sive. "I will remind you," he said at last, very quietly, "that the object in view was - leaving out of account your own appet.i.tes which, as every one knows, are just those of a hangman - to rid the Caribbean of buccaneers. Now, I"ve taken the most effective way of accomplishing that object. The knowledge that I"ve entered the King"s service should in itself go far towards disbanding the fleet of which I was until lately the admiral."
"I see!" sneered the Deputy-Governor malevolently. "And if it does not?"
"It will be time enough then to consider what else is to be done."
Lord Julian forestalled a fresh outburst on the part of Bishop.
"It is possible," he said, "that my Lord Sunderland will be satisfied, provided that the solution is such as you promise."
It was a courteous, conciliatory speech. Urged by friendliness towards Blood and understanding of the difficult position in which the buccaneer found himself, his lordship was disposed to take his stand upon the letter of his instructions. Therefore he now held out a friendly hand to help him over the latest and most difficult obstacle which Blood himself had enabled Bishop to place in the way of his redemption. Unfortunately the last person from whom Peter Blood desired a.s.sistance at that moment was this young n.o.bleman, whom he regarded with the jaundiced eyes of jealousy.
"Anyway," he answered, with a suggestion of defiance and more than a suggestion of a sneer, "it"s the most ye should expect from me, and certainly it"s the most ye"ll get."
His lordship frowned, and dabbed his lips with a handkerchief.
"I don"t think that I quite like the way you put it. Indeed, upon reflection, Captain Blood, I am sure that I do not."
"I am sorry for that, so I am," said Blood impudently. "But there it is. I"m not on that account concerned to modify it."
His lordship"s pale eyes opened a little wider. Languidly he raised his eyebrows.
"Ah!" he said. "You"re a prodigiously uncivil fellow. You disappoint me, sir. I had formed the notion that you might be a gentleman."
"And that"s not your lordship"s only mistake," Bishop cut in. "You made a worse when you gave him the King"s commission, and so sheltered the rascal from the gallows I had prepared for him in Port Royal."