"That"s just wot I"m not allowed for to tell. But you"ll find it out in the coorse of time. Now, all that you"ve got to do is to walk by my side, and do wot I tell ye."
The prisoner made no answer. He was evidently weary of the conversation, and his thoughts were already wandering on other subjects.
The door was now unlocked by one of the three men who stood near it. As its hinges creaked, d.i.c.k shut the lantern, and threw the cell at once into total darkness. Taking hold of Gascoyne"s wrist gently, as if to guide, not to force him away, he conducted him along the short pa.s.sage that led to the outer door of the prison. This was opened, and the whole party stood in the open air.
Gascoyne looked with feelings of curiosity at the men who surrounded him, but the night was so intensely dark that their features were invisible. He could just discern the outlines of their figures, which were enveloped in large cloaks. He was on the point of speaking to them, when he remembered his promise to make no noise, so he restrained himself, and followed his guard in silence.
d.i.c.k and another man walked at his side--the rest followed in rear.
Leading him round the out-skirts of the village, towards its northern extremity, Gascoyne"s conductors soon brought him to the beach, at a retired spot, where was a small bay. Here they were met by one whose stature proved him to be a boy. He glided up to d.i.c.k, who said in a low whisper--
"Is all ready?"
"All right," replied the boy.
"The ooman aboard?"
"Ay."
"Now, Mr Gascoyne," said d.i.c.k, pointing to a large boat floating beside the rocks on which they stood, "you"ll be so good as to step into that "ere boat, and sit down beside the individual you see a-sittin" there in the stern-sheets."
"Have you authority for what you do?" asked Gascoyne, hesitating.
"I have power to enforce wot I command," said d.i.c.k, quietly. "Remember yer promise, mister pirate, else--"
d.i.c.k finished his sentence by pointing to the three men who stood near-- still maintaining a silence worthy of Eastern mutes; and Gascoyne, feeling that he was completely in their power, stepped quickly into the boat, and sat down beside the "individual" referred to by d.i.c.k, who was so completely enveloped in the folds of a large cloak as to defy recognition. But the pirate captain was too much occupied with his own conflicting thoughts and feelings to bestow more than a pa.s.sing glance on the person who sat at his side. Indeed it was not surprising that Gascoyne was greatly perplexed by all that was going on at that time; for he could not satisfactorily account to himself for the mystery and secrecy which his guards chose to maintain. If they were legitimate agents of the law, why these m.u.f.fled oars with which they swept the boat across the lagoon, through the gap in the coral reef and out to sea?
And if they were _not_ agents of the law, who were they, and where were they conveying him?
The boat was a large one, half-decked, and fitted to stand a heavy sea and rough weather. It would have moved sluggishly through the water had not the four men who pulled the oars been possessed of more than average strength. As soon as they pa.s.sed the barrier reef, the sails were hoisted, and d.i.c.k took the helm. The breeze was blowing fresh off the land, and the water rushed past the boat as she cut swiftly out to sea, leaving a track of white foam behind her. For a few minutes the ma.s.s of the island was dimly seen rising like a huge shade on the dark sky, but soon it melted away and nothing remained for the straining eyes to rest upon save the boat with its silent crew and the curling foam on the black sea.
"We"ve got him safe now, lads," said d.i.c.k Price, speaking, for the first time that night, in unguarded tones, "you"d better do the deed. The sooner it"s done the better."
While he was speaking one of the three men opened a large clasp knife and advanced towards Gascoyne.
"Father," said Henry, cutting the rope that bound him, "you are free at last!"
Gascoyne started, but before he had time to utter the exclamation of surprise that sprang to his lips, his hand was seized by the m.u.f.fled figure that sat at his side.
"Oh! Gascoyne, forgive us--forgive _me_!" said Mary Stuart in a trembling voice. "I did, indeed, know something of what they meant to do, but I knew nothing of the cruel violence that these bonds--"
"Violence!" cried d.i.c.k Price, "I put it to yourself, Mister Gascoyne, if I didn"t treat ye as if ye wos a lamb?"
"Wot a blissin" it is for a man to git his mouth open agin, and let his breath go free," cried Jo b.u.mpus, with a deep sigh. "Come, Corrie, give us a cheer--hip! hip! hip!--"
The cheer that followed was stirring and wonderfully harmonious, for it was given in a deep ba.s.s, and a shrill treble, with an intermediate baritone "Ho!" from Jakolu.
"I know it, Mary, I know it;" said Gascoyne, and there was a slight tremor in his deep voice as he drew his wife towards him, and laid her head upon his breast. "You have never done me an evil turn--you have done me nothing but good--since you were a little child. Heaven bless you, Mary!"
"Now, father," said Henry, "I suppose you have no objection to make your escape?"
"No need to raise that question, lad," said Gascoyne, with a perplexed smile. "I am not quite clear as to what my duty is now that I am free to go back and again give myself up."
"Go back!--free!" exclaimed John b.u.mpus in a tone of withering sarcasm.
"So, Mister Gascoyne, ye"ve got sich an oncommon cargo o" conceit in ye yet, that you actually think ye could go back without so much as `By your leave!""
While Jo was speaking he bared to the shoulder an arm that was the reverse of infantine, and, holding it up, said slowly--
"I"ve often had a sort o" desire, d"ye see, to try whether this bit of a limb or the one that"s round Mrs Stuart"s waist is the strongest. Now if _you_ have any desire to settle this question, just try to shove this boat"s head up into the wind--that"s all!"
This was said so emphatically by the pugnacious b.u.mpus that his companions laughed, and Corrie cheered in admiration.
"You see," observed Henry, "you need not give yourself any concern as to this point, you have no option in the matter."
"No, not a bit o" poption in it wotiver--though wot that means I ain"t rightly sure," said d.i.c.k Price.
"Perhaps I ought to exercise my parental authority over you, Henry,"
said Gascoyne, "and _command_ you to steer back to Sandy Cove."
"But we wouldn"t let him, mister pirate," said d.i.c.k Price, who, now that his difficult duties were over, was preparing to solace himself with a pipe; an example that was immediately followed by b.u.mpus, who backed his friend by adding--
"No more we would."
"Nay, then, if Henry joins me," said Gascoyne, "I think that we two will not have a bad chance against you three."
"Come, that"s good! so _I_ count for nothing," exclaimed Corrie.
"Ha! stick up, lad," observed b.u.mpus. "The n.i.g.g.e.rs wot you pitched into at the mouth o" yon cave didn"t think that--eh! didn"t they not?"
"Well, well, if Corrie sides with you I feel that my wisest course is to submit. And now, Henry," said Gascoyne, resuming his wonted gravity of tone and demeanour, "sit down here and let me know where we are going to and what you mean to do. It is natural that I should feel curious on these points even although I _have_ perfect confidence in you all."
Henry obeyed, and their voices sank into low tones as they mingled in earnest converse about their future plans.
Thus did Gascoyne, with his family and friends, leave Sandy Cove in the dead of that dark night, and sail away over the wide waste of the great Pacific Ocean.
Reader, our tale is nearly told. Like a picture, it contains but a small portion of the career of those who have so long engaged your attention, and, I would fain hope, your sympathy. The life of man may be comprehensively epitomised almost to a point, or expanded out _ad infinitum_. He was born, he died, is its lowest term. Its highest is not definable.
Innumerable tomes, of encyclopaedic dimensions, could not contain, much less exhaust, an account of all that was said and done (and all that might be said about what was said and done) by our _ci-devant_ sandal-wood trader and his friends. Yet there are main points, amid the little details of their career, which it would be unpardonable to pa.s.s over in silence. To these we shall briefly refer before letting the curtain fall.
There is a distant isle of the sea, a beautiful spot, an oceanic gem, which has been reclaimed by the Word of G.o.d, from those regions that have been justly styled "the dark places of the earth." We will not mention its name; we will not even indicate its whereabout, lest we should furnish a clue to the unromantic myrmidons of the law, whose inflexible justice is only equalled by their pertinacity in tracking the criminal--to his lair!
On this beautiful isle, at the time of our tale, the churches and houses of Christian men had begun to rise. The natives had begun to cultivate the arts of civilisation, and to appreciate, in some degree, the inestimable blessings of Christianity. The plough had torn up the virgin soil, and the anchors of merchant-ships had begun to kiss the strand. The crimes peculiar to civilised men had not yet been developed. The place had all the romance and freshness of a flourishing infant colony.
Early one fine morning, a half-decked boat rowed into the harbour of this isle, and ran alongside the little quay, where the few natives who chanced to be lounging there were filled with admiration at the sight of five stalwart men who leaped upon the rocks, an active lad who held the boat steady, and a handsome middle-aged woman, who was a.s.sisted to land with much care by the tallest of her five companions.
There were a few small bales of merchandise in the boat. These being quickly tossed ash.o.r.e, one of the natives was asked to shew the way to the nearest store, where they might be placed in safe keeping.
This done; the largest man of the party, who was clad in the rough garments of a merchant captain, offered his arm to the female, who was evidently his wife, and went off in search of the chief magistrate of the settlement, leaving his companions to look after the boat and smoke their pipes.