Lighting a cigar, he leant back in his chair and listened to Watson"s story. When it was finished he got up and held out his hand.
"Thank you, Watson, for all you tried to do for me. It"s a bitter pill to swallow, but I"ll get over it in time, like everything else."
Watson could not refrain from a sigh of relief. He had feared that Barry would cut up roughly.
"That is so," he said, "but it"s a hard knock for you. Now I"ve lots of other news for you. First of all I got your letters from Arrecifos safely. The _John and Pauline_ whaler put them ash.o.r.e at Levuka, and I can tell you I went to bed with a bad head that night."
"What did you do with Miss Maynard"s--I beg her pardon--Mrs. Colonel Maclean"s letter?"
"Posted it to her, and this is what I got in reply," and he showed him the note he had exhibited to his friend Tom Craig.
Barry read it with a smile of contempt. "What"s the other news, Watson?"
"Ah, now I have something that will astonish you. Rawlings and the other chap are dead."
"Dead!"
"Aye, both of "em."
"How do you know?" said Barry quickly.
"The _Eclipse_, man-of-war, brought the news from Noumea last week.
Here"s the account of it," and he spread a newspaper out on the table, and pointed to an article headed--"Tragedy in the South Seas."
"Wait a moment," cried Barry excitedly, as springing from his seat he tapped at the door of Mrs. Tracey"s cabin. "Come out quickly, please."
The door opened and Mrs. Tracey, without waiting for an introduction, first shook hands with the old mate. "You are Mr. Watson! I guessed who you were the moment you came on board, and I heard your voice. Now what is the matter, Captain Barry?"
"Read this, Mrs. Tracey," he replied, spreading the paper out on the cabin table. Stooping beside him they read it together:---
"Just as the _Eclipse_ was leaving New Caledonia, the gunboat _Reynard_ arrived, and reported having spoken the Hawaiian brig _Mahina_ in the vicinity of the Banks" Group. The acting master informed the commander of the gunboat that he had on board in confinement two men who, some months previously, had murdered the captain of the brig, and seized the vessel. By the aid of some natives, the chief officer succeeded in retaking her, and the two men were over-powered and placed in heavy irons. Commander Martyn, of the _Reynard_, consented to take charge of them, as the brig was deeply laden, and likely to make a long pa.s.sage to Sydney. They were at once transferred to the gunboat, which then proceeded on her voyage to Noumea.
"About a week afterwards one of the two, a powerfully built Italian or Greek, who was of a sullen and savage disposition, was relieved of his irons for half an hour by the doctor"s orders, and placed on deck with his companion, as he complained of a severe pain in his chest. This was evidently a ruse, for while the sentry"s back was turned for a moment the Greek seized his fellow pirate (who was in irons) by the waist, and leapt overboard with him. They sank immediately, the Greek, no doubt, having determined to drown with the other man.
"Fuller particulars of the seizure of the brig, and her recapture, will be looked forward to with interest on her arrival here. It is stated that she has a cargo of "golden-edge" pearl sh.e.l.l worth over 40,000 pounds."
Mrs. Tracey shuddered, and covered her face with her hands. "Heaven forgive them their crimes," she murmured.
Barry could not help a certain feeling of relief. Both he and Mrs.
Tracey had looked forward to the trial of Rawlings and the Greek with the utmost aversion; for heartless villains and murderers as they were, their probable death at the hands of the law haunted Mrs. Tracey like a nightmare, and Barradas himself had a growing horror of the coming time, for on his evidence alone Rawlings would certainly be hanged.
"I must tell Barradas," said Barry; "steward, send the mate here."
The Spaniard came below, heard the news in silence, bent his head and crossed himself, and quietly went on deck again. He knew that in a few hours, or a day or so at most, he would be arrested, but knew that his conduct since the murder of Captain Tracey would go largely in his favour, and that in both Barry and Mrs. Tracey he had friends. As for attempting to escape, he had put the thought away at once and for ever the night he walked to the little island cemetery.
"Are you ready to come on sh.o.r.e, Mrs. Tracey?" inquired Barry as the mate left the cabin.
"Quite ready, captain," she answered with a light smile, "and see here.
Look what I am taking with me," and stepping into her cabin she returned with the white wooden box which contained "Rose Maynard"s Dot."
Barry rose to the occasion, like the man he was. "You must keep those pearls, Mrs. Tracey. The woman for whom you intended them is married.
I only heard of it just now." He spoke very quietly, but Mrs. Tracey could detect the shame that he felt in making the admission.
"I am so sorry----" she began, and then with sudden pa.s.sion she flung the box away. "How could she? I hate her! I hate her! She must be a wicked, worthless----"
She gave him a glance which told Barry her secret, and then with an hysterical sob pa.s.sed him and entered her cabin, and as Toea shut the door old Watson looked at Barry, and the faintest flicker of a smile moved his lips.
Then stooping down he picked up the box of pearls and placed them in Barry"s hand.
"My boy, I think your happiness lies in there--in that cabin. She loves you."
CHAPTER XVIII.
ON BOARD THE NEW BARQUE.
Three months had come and gone, and one warm summer"s evening as Barry was dressing for the theatre one of the hotel waiters announced "Captain Watson."
"Come in, old man," cried Barry cheerfully, and he opened the door to his visitor. "Sit down there and smoke while I put on my togs, then we"ll have a long cool drink. Phew, it"ll be a roaster this evening."
"Going out dining?" inquired the rumbling-voiced old man.
"No, to the theatre. I"m taking Mrs. Tracey. How is everything getting on on board?"
"Right as can be. Came in to see if you"d come down to-morrow and have a look at her."
Barry nodded. "Right you are, Watson: and I daresay that Mrs. Tracey will come too. She takes a lot of pride in the new ship I can tell you."
"Just so. And you"ll find that the new ship will be even a better sailer than the _Mahina_."
For the _Mahina_, had been sold a month or so before, and in her place had been bought a smart little barque of double her tonnage.
She was to sail for Arrecifos in a few days, and old Watson had joined her as chief mate, for poor Manuel Barradas was in prison, having received a sentence of two years" imprisonment for his share in the seizure of the brig. And here, as this story draws near to an end, let me tell what became of him. After twelve months of his sentence had expired he was, through the persistent efforts of Barry and his friends, set at liberty, the judge who had tried him being one of some hundreds of people who pet.i.tioned the Crown on his behalf. Before another year had pa.s.sed he was back in Arrecifos Lagoon, in charge of the station, which he took over from Velo at Barry"s desire; the faithful Samoan being tired of living on sh.o.r.e, and for long, long years Barradas remained in Barry"s employ on the island, happy and contented and with his mind at rest.
The hotel in which Barry was living was quite near the wharves of the Circular Quay. He had taken up his quarters there after the _Mahina_ had been sold, for as old Watson was an active and energetic chief officer there was no need for him to live on board the new vessel.
During the time he had been living on sh.o.r.e he had met Mrs. Tracey frequently; for he acted as her business agent, and she relied upon him with the most implicit confidence. When he suggested that the brig should be sold and another vessel bought she eagerly acquiesced on the one condition that he would take command.
"Of course I will," he said, "and very glad to do so, Mrs. Tracey. She is a beautiful little barque and not a bit too big. You will see how she can sail when you pay a visit to Arrecifos next year."
"I almost wish I were going this time, Captain Barry. Till next year seems a long, long time to wait, and what I should do without Toea to talk to I can"t imagine. I suppose I shall grow more reconciled by and by."
"You will make many friends, Mrs. Tracey."