"Aye - but the worst mistake of all in this matter of commissions," said Blood to his lordship, "was the one that trade this greasy slaver Deputy-Governor of Jamaica instead of its hangman, which is the office for which he"s by nature fitted."
"Captain Blood!" said his lordship sharply in reproof. "Upon my soul and honour, sir, you go much too far. You are...."
But here Bishop interrupted him. He had heaved himself to his feet, at last, and was venting his fury in unprintable abuse. Captain Blood, who had also risen, stood apparently impa.s.sive, for the storm to spend itself. When at last this happened, he addressed himself quietly to Lord Julian, as if Colonel Bishop had not spoken.
"Your lordship was about to say?" he asked, with challenging smoothness.
But his lordship had by now recovered his habitual composure, and was again disposed to be conciliatory. He laughed and shrugged.
"Faith! here"s a deal of unnecessary heat," said he. "And G.o.d knows this plaguey climate provides enough of that. Perhaps, Colonel Bishop, you are a little uncompromising; and you, sir, are certainly a deal too peppery. I have said, speaking on behalf of my Lord Sunderland, that I am content to await the result of your experiment."
But Bishop"s fury had by now reached a stage in which it was not to be restrained.
"Are you, indeed?" he roared. "Well, then, I am not. This is a matter in which your lordship must allow me to be the better judge. And, anyhow, I"ll take the risk of acting on my own responsibility."
Lord Julian abandoned the struggle. He smiled wearily, shrugged, and waved a hand in implied resignation. The Deputy-Governor stormed on.
"Since my lord here has given you a commission, I can"t regularly deal with you out of hand for piracy as you deserve. But you shall answer before a court-martial for your action in the matter of Wolverstone, and take the consequences."
"I see," said Blood. "Now we come to it. And it"s yourself as Deputy-Governor will preside over that same court-martial. So that ye can wipe off old scores by hanging me, it"s little ye care how ye do it!" He laughed, and added: "Praemonitus, praemunitus."
"What shall that mean?" quoth Lord Julian sharply.
"I had imagined that your lordship would have had some education."
He was at pains, you see, to be provocative.
"It"s not the literal meaning I am asking, sir," said Lord Julian, with frosty dignity. "I want to know what you desire me to understand?"
"I"ll leave your lordship guessing," said Blood. "And I"ll be wishing ye both a very good day." He swept off his feathered hat, and made them a leg very elegantly.
"Before you go," said Bishop, "and to save you from any idle rashness, I"ll tell you that the Harbour-Master and the Commandant have their orders. You don"t leave Port Royal, my fine gallows bird. Damme, I mean to provide you with permanent moorings here, in Execution Dock."
Peter Blood stiffened, and his vivid blue eyes stabbed the bloated face of his enemy. He pa.s.sed his long cane into his left hand, and with his right thrust negligently into the breast of his doublet, he swung to Lord Julian, who was thoughtfully frowning.
"Your lordship, I think, promised me immunity from this."
"What I may have promised," said his lordship, "your own conduct makes it difficult to perform." He rose. "You did me a service, Captain Blood, and I had hoped that we might be friends. But since you prefer to have it otherwise...." He shrugged, and waved a hand towards the Deputy-Governor.
Blood completed the sentence in his own way: "Ye mean that ye haven"t the strength of character to resist the urgings of a bully." He was apparently at his ease, and actually smiling. "Well, well - as I said before - praemonitus, praemunitus. I"m afraid that ye"re no scholar, Bishop, or ye"d know that I means forewarned, forearmed."
"Forewarned? Ha!" Bishop almost snarled. "The warning comes a little late. You do not leave this house." He took a step in the direction of the doorway, and raised his voice. "Ho there..." he was beginning to call.
Then with a sudden audible catch in his breath, he stopped short. Captain Blood"s right hand had reemerged from the breast of his doublet, bringing with it a long pistol with silver mountings richly chased, which he levelled within a foot of the Deputy-Governor"s head.
"And forearmed," said he. "Don"t stir from where you are, my lord, or there may be an accident."
And my lord, who had been moving to Bishop"s a.s.sistance, stood instantly arrested. Chap-fallen, with much of his high colour suddenly departed, the Deputy-Governor was swaying on unsteady legs. Peter Blood considered him with a grimness that increased his panic.
"I marvel that I don"t pistol you without more ado, ye fat blackguard. If I don"t, it"s for the same reason that once before I gave ye your life when it was forfeit. Ye"re not aware of the reason, to be sure; but it may comfort ye to know that it exists. At the same time I"ll warn ye not to put too heavy a strain on my generosity, which resides at the moment in my trigger-finger. Ye mean to hang me, and since that"s the worst that can happen to me anyway, you"ll realize that I"ll not boggle at increasing the account by spilling your nasty blood." He cast his cane from him, thus disengaging his left hand. "Be good enough to give me your arm, Colonel Bishop. Come, come, man, your arm."
Under the compulsion of that sharp tone, those resolute eyes, and that gleaming pistol, Bishop obeyed without demur. His recent foul volubility was stemmed. He could not trust himself to speak. Captain Blood tucked his left arm through the Deputy-Governor"s proffered right. Then he thrust his own right hand with its pistol back into the breast of his doublet.
"Though invisible, it"s aiming at ye none the less, and I give you my word of honour that I"ll shoot ye dead upon the very least provocation, whether that provocation is yours or another"s. Ye"ll bear that in mind, Lord Julian. And now, ye greasy hangman, step out as brisk and lively as ye can, and behave as naturally as ye may, or it"s the black stream of Cocytus ye"ll be contemplating." Arm in arm they pa.s.sed through the house, and down the garden, where Arabella lingered, awaiting Peter Blood"s return.
Consideration of his parting words had brought her first turmoil of mind, then a clear perception of what might be indeed the truth of the death of Leva.s.seur. She perceived that the particular inference drawn from it might similarly have been drawn from Blood"s deliverance of Mary Traill. When a man so risks his life for a woman, the rest is easily a.s.sumed. For the men who will take such risks without hope of personal gain are few. Blood was of those few, as he had proved in the case of Mary Traill.
It needed no further a.s.surances of his to convince her that she had done him a monstrous injustice. She remembered words he had used - words overheard aboard his ship (which he had named the Arabella) on the night of her deliverance from the Spanish admiral; words he had uttered when she had approved his acceptance of the King"s commission; the words he had spoken to her that very morning, which had but served to move her indignation. All these a.s.sumed a fresh meaning in her mind, delivered now from its unwarranted preconceptions.
Therefore she lingered there in the garden, awaiting his return that she might make amends; that she might set a term to all misunderstanding. In impatience she awaited him. Yet her patience, it seemed, was to be tested further. For when at last he came, it was in company - unusually close and intimate company - with her uncle. In vexation she realized that explanations must be postponed. Could she have guessed the extent of that postponement, vexation would have been changed into despair.
He pa.s.sed, with his companion, from that fragrant garden into the courtyard of the fort. Here the Commandant, who had been instructed to hold himself in readiness with the necessary men against the need to effect the arrest of Captain Blood, was amazed by the curious spectacle of the Deputy-Governor of Jamaica strolling forth arm in arm and apparently on the friendliest terms with the intended prisoner. For as they went, Blood was chatting and laughing briskly.
They pa.s.sed out of the gates unchallenged, and so came to the mole where the c.o.c.k-boat from the Arabella was waiting. They took their places side by side in the stern sheets, and were pulled away together, always very close and friendly, to the great red ship where Jeremy Pitt so anxiously awaited news.
You conceive the master"s amazement to see the Deputy-Governor come toiling up the entrance ladder, with Blood following very close behind him.
"Sure, I walked into a trap, as ye feared, Jeremy," Blood hailed him. "But I walked out again, and fetched the trapper with me. He loves his life, does this fat rascal."
Colonel Bishop stood in the waist, his great face blenched to the colour of clay, his mouth loose, almost afraid to look at the st.u.r.dy ruffians who lounged about the shot-rack on the main hatch.
Blood shouted an order to the bo"sun, who was leaning against the forecastle bulkhead.
"Throw me a rope with a running noose over the yardarm there, against the need of it. Now, don"t be alarming yourself, Colonel, darling. It"s no more than a provision against your being unreasonable, which I am sure ye"ll not be. We"ll talk the matter over whiles we are dining, for I trust ye"ll not refuse to honour my table by your company."
He led away the will-less, cowed bully to the great cabin. Benjamin, the negro steward, in white drawers and cotton shirt, made haste by his command to serve dinner.
Colonel Bishop collapsed on the locker under the stern ports, and spoke now for the first time.
"May I ask wha... what are your intentions?" he quavered.
"Why, nothing sinister, Colonel. Although ye deserve nothing less than that same rope and yardarm, I a.s.sure you that it"s to be employed only as a last resource. Ye"ve said his lordship made a mistake when he handed me the commission which the Secretary of State did me the honour to design for me. I"m disposed to agree with you; so I"ll take to the sea again. Cras ingens iterabimus aequor. It"s the fine Latin scholar ye"ll be when I"ve done with ye. I"ll be getting back to Tortuga and my buccaneers, who at least are honest, decent fellows. So I"ve fetched ye aboard as a hostage."
"My G.o.d!" groaned the Deputy-Governor. "Ye... ye never mean that ye"ll carry me to Tortuga!"
Blood laughed outright. "Oh, I"d never serve ye such a bad turn as that. No, no. All I want is that ye ensure my safe departure from Port Royal. And, if ye"re reasonable, I"ll not even trouble you to swim for it this time. Ye"ve given certain orders to your Harbour-Master, and others to the Commandant of your plaguey fort. Ye"ll be so good as to send for them both aboard here, and inform them in my presence that the Arabella is leaving this afternoon on the King"s service and is to pa.s.s out unmolested. And so as to make quite sure of their obedience, they shall go a little voyage with us, themselves. Here"s what you require. Now write - unless you prefer the yardarm."
Colonel Bishop heaved himself up in a pet. "You constrain me with violence..." he was beginning.
Blood smoothly interrupted him.
"Sure, now, I am not constraining you at all. I"m giving you a perfectly free choice between the pen and the rope. It"s a matter for yourself entirely."
Bishop glared at him; then shrugging heavily, he took up the pen and sat down at the table. In an unsteady hand he wrote that summons to his officers. Blood despatched it ash.o.r.e; and then bade his unwilling guest to table.
"I trust, Colonel, your appet.i.te is as stout as usual."
The wretched Bishop took the seat to which he was commanded. As for eating, however, that was not easy to a man in his position; nor did Blood press him. The Captain, himself, fell to with a good appet.i.te. But before he was midway through the meal came Hayton to inform him that Lord Julian Wade had just come aboard, and was asking to see him instantly.
"I was expecting him," said Blood. "Fetch him in."
Lord Julian came. He was very stem and dignified. His eyes took in the situation at a glance, as Captain Blood rose to greet him.
"It"s mighty friendly of you to have joined us, my lord."
"Captain Blood," said his lordship with asperity, "I find your humour a little forced. I don"t know what may be your intentions; but I wonder do you realize the risks you are running."
"And I wonder does your lordship realize the risk to yourself in following us aboard as I had counted that you would."
"What shall that mean, sir?"
Blood signalled to Benjamin, who was standing behind Bishop.
"Set a chair for his lordship. Hayton, send his lordship"s boat ash.o.r.e. Tell them he"ll not be returning yet awhile."
"What"s that?" cried his lordship. "Blister me! D"ye mean to detain me? Are ye mad?"
"Better wait, Hayton, in case his lordship should turn violent," said Blood. "You, Benjamin, you heard the message. Deliver it."
"Will you tell me what you intend, sir?" demanded his lordship, quivering with anger.
"Just to make myself and my lads here safe from Colonel Bishop"s gallows. I"ve said that I trusted to your gallantry not to leave him in the lurch, but to follow him hither, and there"s a note from his hand gone ash.o.r.e to summon the Harbour-Master and the Commandant of the fort. Once they are aboard, I shall have all the hostages I need for our safety."
"You scoundrel!" said his lordship through his teeth.
"Sure, now, that"s entirely a matter of the point of view," said Blood. "Ordinarily it isn"t the kind of name I could suffer any man to apply to me. Still, considering that ye willingly did me a service once, and that ye"re likely unwillingly to do me another now, I"ll overlook your discourtesy, so I will."
His lordship laughed. "You fool," he said. "Do you dream that I came aboard your pirate ship without taking my measures? I informed the Commandant of exactly how you had compelled Colonel Bishop to accompany you. Judge now whether he or the Harbour-Master will obey the summons, or whether you will be allowed to depart as you imagine."
Blood"s face became grave. "I"m sorry for that," said he.
I thought you would be, answered his lordship.
"Oh, but not on my own account. It"s the Deputy-Governor there I"m sorry for. D"ye know what Ye"ve done? Sure, now, ye"ve very likely hanged him."
"My G.o.d!" cried Bishop in a sudden increase of panic.
"If they so much as put a shot across my bows, up goes their Deputy-Governor to the yardarm. Your only hope, Colonel, lies in the fact that I shall send them word of that intention. And so that you may mend as far as you can the harm you have done, it"s yourself shall bear them the message, my lord."
"I"ll see you d.a.m.ned before I do," fumed his lordship.
"Why, that"s unreasonable and unreasoning. But if ye insist, why, another messenger will do as well, and another hostage aboard - as I had originally intended - will make my hand the stronger."
Lord Julian stared at him, realizing exactly what he had refused.
"You"ll think better of it now that ye understand?" quoth Blood.
"Aye, in G.o.d"s name, go, my lord," spluttered Bishop, "and make yourself obeyed. This d.a.m.ned pirate has me by the throat."
His lordship surveyed him with an eye that was not by any means admiring. "Why, if that is your wish..." he began. Then he shrugged, and turned again to Blood.
"I suppose I can trust you that no harm will come to Colonel Bishop if you are allowed to sail?"
"You have my word for it," said Blood. "And also that I shall put him safely ash.o.r.e again without delay."
Lord Julian bowed stiffly to the cowering Deputy-Governor. "You understand, sir, that I do as you desire," he said coldly.
"Aye, man, aye!" Bishop a.s.sented hastily.
"Very well." Lord Julian bowed again and took his departure. Blood escorted him to the entrance ladder at the foot of which still swung the Arabella"s own c.o.c.k-boat.
"It"s good-bye, my lord," said Blood. "And there"s another thing." He proffered a parchment that he had drawn from his pocket. "It"s the commission. Bishop was right when he said it was a mistake."
Lord Julian considered him, and considering him his expression softened.
"I am sorry," he said sincerely.
"In other circ.u.mstances..." began Blood. "Oh, but there! Ye"ll understand. The boat"s waiting."
Yet with his foot on the first rung of the ladder, Lord Julian hesitated.
"I still do not perceive - blister me if I do! - why you should not have found some one else to carry your message to the Commandant, and kept me aboard as an added hostage for his obedience to your wishes."
Blood"s vivid eyes looked into the other"s that were clear and honest, and he smiled, a little wistfully. A moment he seemed to hesitate. Then he explained himself quite fully.
"Why shouldn"t I tell you? It"s the same reason that"s been urging me to pick a quarrel with you so that I might have the satisfaction of slipping a couple of feet of steel into your vitals. When I accepted your commission, I was moved to think it might redeem me in the eyes of Miss Bishop - for whose sake, as you may have guessed, I took it. But I have discovered that such a thing is beyond accomplishment. I should have known it for a sick man"s dream. I have discovered also that if she"s choosing you, as I believe she is, she"s choosing wisely between us, and that"s why I"ll not have your life risked by keeping you aboard whilst the message goes by another who might bungle it. And now perhaps ye"ll understand."
Lord Julian stared at him bewildered. His long, aristocratic face was very pale.
"My G.o.d!" he said. "And you tell me this?"
"I tell you because... Oh, plague on it! - so that ye may tell her; so that she may be made to realize that there"s something of the unfortunate gentleman left under the thief and pirate she accounts me, and that her own good is my supreme desire. Knowing that, she may... faith, she may remember me more kindly - if It"s only in her prayers. That"s all, my lord."
Lord Julian continued to look at the buccaneer in silence. In silence, at last, he held out his hand; and in silence Blood took it.
"I wonder whether you are right," said his lordship, "and whether you are not the better man."
"Where she is concerned see that you make sure that I am right. Good-bye to you."
Lord Julian wrung his hand in silence, went down the ladder, and was pulled ash.o.r.e. From the distance he waved to Blood, who stood leaning on the bulwarks watching the receding c.o.c.k-boat.
The Arabella sailed within the hour, moving lazily before a sluggish breeze. The fort remained silent and there was no movement from the fleet to hinder her departure. Lord Julian had carried the message effectively, and had added to it his own personal commands.