With perfect confidence in his guide, the unfortunate captain of the merchantman followed until both vessels were in the comparatively still and sheltered water of the bay. Here Manton suddenly put down the helm, brought his vessel up to the wind and allowed the stranger to pa.s.s him.
"Hold on about sixty fathoms farther and then let go your anchor," he shouted, as the ship went steadily on to her doom.
"Ay, ay, and thank "ee," cried the captain, who had already taken in nearly all sail and was quite prepared to anchor.
But Manton knew that before twenty fathoms more should be pa.s.sed over by the ship she would run straight on a coral reef, which rose to within about five feet of the surface of the sea. In an exposed place this reef would have formed a line of breakers, but in its sheltered position the water gave no indication of its existence. The gale, though not blowing direct into the bay, entered it in a sufficiently straight line to carry the ship onward with great speed, notwithstanding the reduction made in her canvas.
"Stand by to let go the anchor," cried her captain.
That was his last order. Scarcely had the words pa.s.sed his lips when the ship struck with a shock that caused her to quiver like a leaf from stem to stern. All the top-masts with their yards and rigging went over the side, and, in one instant the fine vessel was a total wreck!
The rest of the story is soon told. The pirates shewed their true colours, ran alongside and took possession without opposition, for the crew of the merchantman were so overwhelmed by the suddenness and appalling nature of the calamity that had befallen them that they had no heart to resist.
Of course it was out of the question that the crew of the _Brilliant_ could be allowed to remain on the island. Some of the pirates suggested that they should be put on a raft, towed to leeward of the island, and, when out of sight of it, be cast adrift to float about until they should be picked up or get blown on one of the numerous islands that lay to the southward of the rendezvous. Manton and Scraggs advocated this plan, but the better-disposed among the men protested against such needless cruelty, and suggested that it would be better to put them into the long-boat of the ship, bandage their eyes, then tow them out of sight of land and cast them loose to steer where they pleased.
This plan was adopted and carried into execution. Then the pirates returned, and at their leisure unloaded and secured the cargo of their prize. It was richer than they had antic.i.p.ated, being a miscellaneous cargo of valuable commodities for the trading stores of some of the South Sea merchants and settlers.
The joy felt by the pirates on making this discovery, was all the benefit that was ever derived from these ill-gotten gains by any one of those who had a hand in that dastardly deed. Long before they had an opportunity of removing the goods thus acquired, the career of the _Avenger_ had terminated. But we must not antic.i.p.ate our story.
On a green knoll near the margin of this bay, and in full view of the wreck, a rude tent or hut was constructed by the pirates out of part of an old sail which had been washed ash.o.r.e from the wreck, and some broken spars. A small cask of biscuit and two or three blankets were placed in it, and here the captives were left to do as they pleased until such time as Manton chose to send for them. The only piece of advice that was given to them by their surly jailer was, that they should not on any pretence whatever cross the island to the bay in which the schooner lay at anchor.
"If ye do," said the man who was the last of the party to quit them, "ye"ll wish ye hadn"t--that"s all. Take my advice and keep yer kooriosity in yer breeches" pockets."
With this caution they were left to their own devices and meditations.
It was a lovely calm evening at sunset when our four unfortunate friends were thus left alone in these strange circ.u.mstances. The effect of their forlorn condition was very different on each. p.o.o.py flung herself down on the ground, inside the tent, and began to sob; Alice sat down beside her, and wept silently; whilst Montague, forgetting his own sorrows in his pity for the poor young creatures who had been thus strangely linked to him in affliction, sat down opposite to Alice, and sought to comfort her.
Will Corrie, feeling that he could do nothing to cheer his companions in the circ.u.mstances, and being unable to sit still, rose, and going out at the end of the tent, both sides of which were open, stood leaning on a pole, and contemplated the scene before him.
In a small creek, or indentation of the sh.o.r.e, close to the knoll on which the tent stood, two of the pirates were working at a boat which lay there. Corrie could not at first understand what they were about, but he was soon enlightened, for, after hauling the boat as far out of the water as they could, they left her there, and followed their comrades to the other side of the island, carrying the oars along with them.
The spirit that dwelt in Corrie"s breast was a very peculiar one. Up to this point in his misfortunes the poor boy had been subdued--overwhelmed by the suddenness and the terrible nature of the calamity that had befallen him--or rather, that had befallen Alice, for, to do him justice, he only thought of her. Indeed, he carried this feeling so far that he had honestly confessed to himself, in a mental soliloquy, the night on which he had been captured, that he did not care one straw for himself, or p.o.o.py, or Captain Montague--that his whole and sole distress of mind and body was owing to the grief into which Alice had been plunged. He had made an attempt to comfort her one night on the voyage to the Isle of Palms, when she and p.o.o.py and he were left alone together; but he failed. After one or two efforts he ended by bursting into tears, and then, choking himself violently with his own hands, said that he was ashamed of himself, that he wasn"t crying for himself but for her, (Alice,) and that he hoped she wouldn"t think the worse of him for being so like a baby. Here he turned to p.o.o.py, and in a most unreasonable manner began to scold her for being at the bottom of the whole mischief, in the middle of which he broke off, said that he believed himself to be mad, and vowed he would blow out his own brains first, and those of all the pirates afterwards. Whereupon he choked, sobbed again, and rushed out of the cabin as if he really meant to execute his last awful threat.
But poor Corrie only rushed away to hide from Alice the irrepressible emotions that nearly burst his heart. Yes, Corrie was thoroughly subdued by grief. But the spring was not broken, it was only crushed flat by the weight of sorrow that lay like a millstone on his youthful bosom.
The first thing that set his active brain a-going once more--thereby overturning the weight of sorrow and causing the spring of his peculiar spirit to rebound--was the sight of the two pirates hauling up the boat and carrying off the oars.
"Ha! that"s your game is it?" muttered the boy between his teeth, and grasping the pole with both hands as if he wished to squeeze his fingers into the wood. "You don"t want to give us a chance of escaping, don"t you, eh! is that it? You think that because we"re a small party, and the half of us females, that we"re cowed, and won"t think of trying any other way of escaping, do you? Oh yes, that"s what you think; you know it, you do, _but you"re mistaken_," (he became terribly sarcastic and bitter at this point;) "you"ll find that you have got _men_ to deal with, that you"ve not only caught a tartar, but _two_ tartars--one o"
them being ten times tartarer than the other. Oh, if--"
"What"s all that you"re saying, Corrie?" said Montague, stepping out of the tent at that moment.
"O captain," said the boy, vehemently, "I wish I were a giant!"
"Why so, lad?"
"Because then I would wade out to that wreck, clap my shoulder to her bow, shove her into deep water, carry you, and Alice, and p.o.o.py aboard, haul out the main-mast by the roots, make an oar of it, and scull out to sea, havin" previously fired off the biggest gun aboard of her, to let the pirates know what I was doing."
Corrie"s spirit was in a tumultuous and very rebellious state. He was half inclined to indulge in hysterical weeping, and more than half disposed to give way to a burst of savage glee. He spoke with the mantling blood blazing in his fat cheeks, and his two eyes glittering like those of a basilisk. Montague could not repress a smile and a look of admiration as he said to our little hero--
"Why, Corrie, if you were a giant it would be much easier to go to the other side of the island, wring off the heads of all the pirates, and, carrying me on your shoulders, and Alice and p.o.o.py in your coat-pockets, get safely aboard of the _Foam_, and ho! for Sandy Cove."
"So it would," said Corrie, gravely. "I did not think of that, and it would be a far pleasanter way than the other."
"Ah! Corrie, I fear that you are a very bloodthirsty fellow."
"Of course I am when I"ve pirates to deal with. I would kill them every man, without a thought."
"No you wouldn"t, my boy. You couldn"t do it in cold blood, even although they are bad men."
"I don"t know that," said Corrie, dubiously. "I would do it without more feeling than I would have in killing a cat."
"Did you ever kill a cat?" asked Montague.
"Never," answered Corrie.
"Then how can you tell what your feelings would be if you were to attempt to do it. I remember once, when I was a boy, going out to hunt cats."
"O Captain Montague, surely _you_ never hunted cats," exclaimed Alice, who came out of the tent with a very pale face, and uncommonly red eyes.
"Yes, indeed, I did _once_--but I never did it again. I caught one, a kitten, and set off with a number of boys to kill it; but as we went along it began to play with my neck-tie and to _purr_! Our hearts were softened, so we let it go. Ah! Corrie, my boy, never go hunting cats,"
said Montague, earnestly.
"Did I say I was going to?" replied Corrie, indignantly.
Montague laughed, and so did Alice, at the fierce look the boy put on.
"Corrie," said the former, "I"m sure that you would not kill a pirate in cold blood, any more than you would kill a kitten--would you?"
"I"m not sure o" that," said Corrie, half laughing, but still looking fierce. "In the first place, my blood is never cold when I"ve to do with pirates; and, in the second place, pirates are not innocent creatures covered with soft hair--and they don"t purr!"
This last remark set Alice into a fit of laughter, and drew a faint "Hee! hee!" from p.o.o.py, who had been listening to the conversation behind the canvas of the tent.
Montague took advantage of this improved state of things. "Now, Alice,"
said he, cheerfully, "do you and p.o.o.py set about spreading our blanket-tablecloth and getting supper laid out. It is but a poor one,-- hard biscuit and water,--but there is plenty of it, and, after all, that is the main thing. Meanwhile Corrie and I will saunter along sh.o.r.e and talk over our plans. Cheer up, my little girl, we will manage to give these pirates the slip somehow or other, you may depend upon it."
"Corrie," said Montague, when they were alone. "I have spoken cheeringly to Alice, because she is a little girl and needs comfort, but you and I know that our case is a desperate one, and it will require all our united wisdom and cleverness to effect our escape from these rascally pirates."
The commander of the _Talisman_ paused, and smiled in spite of himself at the idea of being placed in circ.u.mstances that constrained him to hold a consultation, in matters that might involve life and death, with a mere boy! But there was no help for it; besides, to say truth, the extraordinary energy and courage that had been displayed by the lad, combined with a considerable amount of innate sharpness in his character, tended to create a feeling that the consultation might not be altogether without advantage. At all events, it was better to talk over their desperate position even with a boy, than to confine his anxieties to his own breast.
But although Montague had seen enough of his young companion to convince him that he was an intelligent fellow, he was not prepared for the fertility of resource, the extremity of daring, and the ingenuity of device, that were exhibited by him in the course of that consultation.
To creep over in the dead of night, knife in hand, and attack the pirates while asleep, was one of the least startling of his daring propositions; and to swim out to the wreck, set her on fire, and get quietly on board the _Avenger_ while all the amazed pirates should have rushed over to see what could have caused such a blaze, cut the cable and sail away, was among the least ingenious of his devices.
These two talked long and earnestly while the shades of evening were descending on the Isle of Palms--and in the earnestness of their talk, and the pressing urgency of their case, the man almost forgot that his companion was a boy, and the boy never for a moment doubted that he himself, in everything but years, was a man.
It was getting dark when they returned to the tent, where they found that Alice and p.o.o.py had arranged their supper with the most scrupulous care and nicety. These too, with the happy buoyancy of extreme youth, had temporarily forgotten their position, and, when their male companions entered, were deeply engaged in a private game of a "tea party," in which hard biscuit figured as bun, and water was made to do duty for tea. In this latter part of the game, by the way, the children did but carry out in jest a practice which is not altogether unknown in happier circ.u.mstances and in civilised society.