"How much will you take to let me go?"
"How much will you give?" said Ram, grinning, and the midshipman"s heart made a bound.
"You shall have five pounds, if you"ll let me go now, at once."
"There"s as much as you"ll eat till I come agen," said Ram abruptly; "and if I don"t forget you as I did my rabbits once, and they were starved to death, I"ll bring you some more.--I say!"
Archy looked at him fiercely.
"Don"t try to drink what"s in them tubs. It"s awful strong, and might kill you."
"Stop a moment; leave me a light."
"What do you want with a light? You kicked the last over, and thought you"d get out in the dark. You may have the one you kicked."
"But it is so dark here," said Archy, as the boy picked up the empty basket.
"Course it is when there"s no light," said the boy coolly; and swinging the lanthorn as he rose, he continued, "You"ll find the road to your mouth, I daresay. I did not bring you a knife, because you"re such a savage one."
"Where is my dirk?"
"What d"yer mean? Your little sword?"
"Yes."
"Father"s got it all right; said it was a dangerous thing for a boy!"
Ram gave his prisoner a nod, and went off whistling, the prisoner following at a distance, and getting pretty close up to the beginning of the slope as the lanthorn disappeared round a corner. Then, as he listened, it seemed to him that the boy climbed up somewhere, talking the while to his companion, their voices sounding hollow and rumbling, then there was a pause, the dull thud of a closing door, the drawing of bolts, and soon the rattling of heavy stones, and once more all was silent.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
A strange depressing sensation came over the young prisoner as he stood there once more alone, but he turned sharply round with his teeth set, thought for a few moments about his course back, and then, feeling more determined and firm, walked slowly on, and to his great delight found that it was possible to become educated to do without sight, for, each time that he thought he was near a pillar, he stretched out his hand to find that he touched it, and with very little difficulty he walked straight up to the old sail, felt about, and there was the basket of food, which he attacked at once, and soon after fell asleep.
Four more visits were paid him by Ram, but whether they were at intervals of days or half days, the prisoner could not tell, for any questions he asked were laughingly evaded, and all attempts at persuasion and bribery proved useless.
He did learn that the cutter had just returned and gone away again. And it seemed to him that he was forgotten, but he never thoroughly lost heart, and during this time he had accustomed himself to the darkness, and educated his feet wonderfully in the topography of the place.
Of one thing he had fully satisfied himself, and that was the hopelessness of getting out by the way his visitors came in. They were too cautious ever to leave the door unguarded; hence the prisoner felt that if he knocked down and stunned the frank, good-tempered boy who seemed disposed to be the best of friends in every way but that of helping him to escape, he would be no nearer freedom than before.
He had gone up the slope twice, and the last time crept near enough to see that Ram was climbing up a well-like shaft by means of rugged projections in the wall, that as he got about twenty feet up he handed the lanthorn to the man, climbed out through a square opening, and then a trap-door was shut down, locked, and bolted, and what sounded to be a number of heavy pieces of stone were drawn over.
As far as he could judge, after venturing up and nearly having a severe fall in the darkness, escape was impossible that way, so he returned after each trial to think, and come to the conclusion that if the place had been used for the purpose of digging out stone, of which there could be no doubt, there must be some other way by which the great pieces had been dragged up to daylight.
With a lanthorn or torch he might easily have satisfied himself upon this point. To achieve it without was a terribly risky task.
Still he determined to try, and after a hasty meal, directly his gaolers had paid their last visit, he started off in the opposite direction to that which led to the trap-door, and proceeding cautiously, taking the precaution to keep on throwing pieces of stone before him, to satisfy himself that there was no well or pit in his way, he went on and on.
Now he threw a piece of stone to his left hand, to his right, and after going many yards at what was but a snail"s pace, he discovered that the place had suddenly contracted, and after creeping a little farther, the place was more contracted still, and ascended. So narrowed was it now that a couple of steps in either direction enabled him to touch a wall, while about twenty short paces farther on the ascent grew much more straight, and there was no fear of a pit or shaft in the way, for he found that roughly square blocks of stone were laid like a flight of steps, up which he clambered, and then sunk down, overcome by the feeling of joy which had flooded his brain.
He must have come up quite fifty feet after ascending the slope along which he had walked, and here he was at the top of the flight of clumsy stairs on a kind of platform of rugged stones, and straight before him there was a c.h.i.n.k so narrow that he could not have thrust a hand through it, but wide enough to allow the pa.s.sage of a gleam of light; there was a familiar odour, too, of salt air and seaweed, and as he placed his ear to the c.h.i.n.k he could hear, as if far below, the wash of water.
"Why, this must be at the side of the cliff," he said joyously; and if he could enlarge that crack there would be a way out to the face of the rocks, where it would go hard with him indeed if he could not climb up to the gra.s.sy fields above, or down to the sh.o.r.e below.
"Why didn"t I try this before?" he cried. "Oh, how foolish! Not get out, eh? I"ll soon show them that;" and he began to feel about carefully all over the face of the stones before him, to satisfy himself before long that there had been a large roughly square opening here, which had been filled in with some pieces of stone, between which he could feel that there was mortar.
"Now, then, what I want is a good marlinspike or an iron bar. Oh, if I had my dirk here I could move them with that."
But he had neither bar, marlinspike, nor dirk, nothing but his hands and a small pocket-knife, so a depressing feeling of vexation humbled him for a time.
He soon cast that off though, for it was impossible to feel low spirited in the face of such a discovery, and before commencing the task he had in hand he knelt down with his face close to the c.h.i.n.k to drink in the delicious sea air.
"I wonder how long I shall be a prisoner," he said aloud; and he laughed, for he could see no difficulties now. Still they began to appear soon after, and the first one he mentally saw was the coming of Ram with his food. He must know the place thoroughly, as he had shown by the care with which he threaded his way among the loose stones and pillars, and if he came with his lanthorn and missed him, he might walk up there and find him at work.
"I"ll be careful," he said to himself; and taking out his knife forcing himself to believe that it was about twelve o"clock each day that the lad came, and if so, as it was about six hours, as near as he could guess, since the basket was brought, he had about a couple of hours more daylight, then the long night and all the morning, before his gaoler would come again.
He bitterly regretted now not having tried to time Ram"s visits, forgetting that it would have been impossible to do so without light, and, unable to restrain his impatience to the extent of waiting till he came again, and watching for night from then, he went to work to try and loosen a stone by the side of the crevice, and toiled away till at the end of what seemed to be two hours, the light through the crevice paled, grew dull, then dark, and for the first time for many days he knew that it was night.
Cheered by his calculation being so far right, he worked and sc.r.a.ped out the mortar, satisfied even with getting away the tiniest sc.r.a.ps, feeling as he did that if he could only dislodge one stone he could bring up from below plenty of great and splinter-shaped pieces with which he could hammer, and take out the rest, or enough for his body to pa.s.s through.
So light-hearted did he feel, as guiding the point of his knife by his fingers, he picked and sc.r.a.ped away, that he began to hum a tune over softly. It was as black now as it was in the deepest part of the ancient quarry, but that did not seem to matter, for it was only the darkness of evening, and if he waited there and kept on working, he would see, first of all, a long pallid ray that would grow brighter, and bring as it were some light and hope, while as soon as he could get out a stone he would be able to see the sea, perhaps even make out the cutter, and signal.
No: the boy had said that it was gone. But it would come back, and they would see his signals; a boat would come ash.o.r.e, he would be fetched out of this miserable black hole; the smugglers would be captured, and he would have such a revenge on that boy Ram. It would be glorious.
But all depended upon little _ifs_--_if_ he could get out the stone, _if_ the hole happened to be opposite the spot where the cutter was moored, _if_ they could see his signals.
It was discouraging to have such thoughts as these, but Archy Raystoke had been for days condemned to inactivity, and the opportunity of working at something definite which proffered a way of escape made him toil on with all his his might.
In fact, he was obliged to check himself, for his task needed care. Too much exercise of the strength which had been growing latent might mean breaking his knife, and the destruction of his hopes.
So he toiled on well into the night, picking and loosening tiny sc.r.a.ps of mortar, which, hard though it was, had fortunately for him been made of an exceedingly coa.r.s.e sand, or rather very fine shingle, whose tiny pebbles formed each a point to work upon till it was loosened and fell.
Archy"s first thought was to work right on through the night, but the monotonous task in the darkness, and the fatigue and excitement, combined to produce their customary effect, and he found himself nodding and starting into wakefulness so many times over, that he resolved at last to go back to his starting-place, have a good meal, and then come back.
He left his task with reluctance, but nature would not be refused, and without much difficulty he found his way to the basket, ate heartily, sat still to think a few minutes, and thought too much, starting up suddenly and rubbing his eyes.
"How stupid of me!" he exclaimed. "I must have just nodded off to sleep. Nearly wasted a lot of time."
Afraid to remain where he was, lest he should yield to the temptation again and fall dead asleep, he eagerly made his way back to the slope and the rough steps, to stand there wondering as he got to the top.
For there, straight before him, was a pale ray of light, and the place smelt cool and fresh.
Surely a star or the moon must be up, he thought, as he knelt down and resumed his task, feeling somehow a good deal rested.
The explanation was not long in coming, for to his astonishment the ray of light grew brighter and brighter, and broadened out full of dancing motes when he had been an hour at work, teaching him that he had not dropped off to sleep for a minute or two, but long enough to give him a good night"s rest sufficient to prepare him for the toil to come.
He felt vexed and called it laziness, working the harder to recover lost time, and as the hours glided by listening intently for the slightest sound from the quarry below that should indicate the coming of Ram with his daily portion of food.