"Wait here," he said aloud: "I"m going to reconnoitre. Just keep the door ajar when I leave. Let anyone come in that wants to, but crack him over the skull once he gets inside."
"Ay, ay, sir!"
Maclean opened the door and stepped out leisurely upon the deck. Before him rose the captain"s cabin, the officers" quarters, and the bridge above. Beyond that stretched the main deck, with the forecastle far forward. An officer paced the bridge; some two score sailors were grouped about the forecastle door drinking tea, and the rattle of knives and forks, the clink of gla.s.ses, and sounds of talk and laughter proceeding from the saloon astern sufficiently located the leaders of his enemies. Maclean thought hard for a moment, then pulling his cap over his eyes walked underneath the bridge and looked up. As he had expected, and ardently hoped, he perceived the muzzle of a machine-gun protruding from the very centre of the iron rampart. Thanking Providence for two years spent in the service of the New South Wales Naval Brigade in his younger days, he returned to the engine-room door, and after a cautious whisper stepped inside.
"Sievers," said he, "the officers are all at dinner astern. Take this revolver, and when you hear me knock three times on the railing of the bridge, sneak out with all the men and rush the cabin. Most of the crew are forward. I"ll look after them; there"s a Nordenfeldt on the bridge."
"Ay, ay, sir!"
"Give me your hammer!"
"Good luck to you, sir!"
Maclean took the hammer, slipped it under his jacket, and once more sought the deck. A steward pa.s.sed him at a run, and two stokers proceeding toward the engine-house saluted his uniform. He pulled his cap over his eyes, and began to climb the ladder. The _Nevski_ was swinging softly at her anchor, her nose pointing to the land. On the distant beach a small fire was burning, and at this the officer of the watch was gazing through his telescope. He was quite alone, and standing in a shaded corner of the bridge. "What sort of a watch can one man keep?" muttered Maclean who had served on an Australian gunboat. He stepped to the officer"s side, seized the telescope in his left hand, and as the startled man turned, he dealt him a terrible blow on the nape of his neck with the hammer. The officer fell into his arms sighing out his breath. Maclean laid him gently on the floor, and relieved him of his revolver. Then he slid softly to the machine-gun, and uttered a low, irrepressible cry of joy to find that it was stored with cartridges and prepared for action. A moment later its muzzle commanded the deck before the forecastle. One of the sailors had just commenced a song. He had a fine tenor voice, and the others listened entranced. Maclean, however, rapped three times very loudly on the railing with his hammer, and the song ceased.
Someone called to him in Russian, but he would not have answered even if he understood. His every sense was strained to listen. He counted twenty, the song commenced again. Thirty, forty. Then a wild scream resounded through the vessel.
"Sievers is dealing with the watch on the after-hold," muttered Maclean.
"Hurry!" he whispered. "Hurry! Sievers, hurry!"
The sailors forward were now afoot, exclaiming aloud and glancing questioningly at one another. A great many more, too, poured out every second from the forecastle, made curious by the noise. Maclean grasped the crank firmly and gave them every sc.r.a.p of his attention. There woke an increasing buzz of shouts and cries astern. It culminated presently in the crack of a revolver, a shriek of pain, and a wild British cheer.
Then all over the din a loud, insistent whistle shrilled. The sailors forward rushed for their stacked arms, and formed in ranks with the speed of magic. A petty officer shouted a command, and down the deck they started at the double.
"Halt!" Maclean shouted, and he turned the crank of the Nordenfeldt. The effect was horrible. A dozen fell at the first discharge. The rest halted, and after one dazed instant"s wavering, threw down their arms, broke and fled for the cover of the forecastle. The air was filled with the sound of groans. The deck was like a shambles. Maclean watched three or four poor wounded creatures crawl off on their hands and knees for shelter and he shuddered violently.
He was already sick to death of war. But the fight was not yet over. He heard footsteps on the ladder behind him, and turned just in time to escape a sweeping sword stroke. Next instant he was locked in a deadly struggle with the captain of the _Nevski_, a brave man, who, it seems, had refused to surrender, and had cut his way through all Sievers"s men in the desperate resolve to retrieve the consequences of his own carelessness. Maclean, however, was a practised wrestler, and although lean almost as a lath, the muscles he possessed were as strong as steel bands. Even as they fell he writhed uppermost, and baffling with an active elbow the captain"s last effort to transfix him, he dashed his adversary"s head upon the boards. A second later he arose, breathless, but quite uninjured.
Sievers was calling to him: "Maclean! Maclean! I say!"
"Hallo, there!" he gasped back, hoa.r.s.ely.
"Look out for the captain. He escaped us!"
"I"ve got him!" croaked Maclean, with a grim glance at his unconscious foe. "How about the rest?"
"All sigarnio! What shall I do?"
"Drive them forward to the foc"sle."
Sievers obeyed, and very soon five splendidly upholstered, but shamefaced-looking gentlemen, three stewards, and four sailors were standing underneath the beacon light before the forecastle companion.
Maclean noted that already many of the _Saigon"s_ men carried swords and carbines. He watched the rest arm themselves with the _Nevski_ sailors"
discarded weapons as they marched their prisoners along the deck. His breast began to swell with pride.
"Any casualties?" he demanded.
"Two of ours have crossed over," replied Sievers, "and some of us are hurt a bit. But we can"t grumble. There are four Russian corpses aft, and I see you"ve bagged seven."
"d.a.m.ned pirates!" commented Maclean. "I"ve a mind to shoot the rest of them out of hand."
"Just give the word, sir."
"No," said Maclean, "we"ll maroon them instead. Lower away all the boats but one, Sievers, and bring them under the bows. I can look after these dogs!"
"Ay, ay, sir. But first three cheers for Captain Maclean, lads!"
The cheers were given with hearty good-will, and then the men tramped off to carry out their new task.
Maclean, whose face was still flushed from the compliment that had been paid him, leaned over the machine-gun and surveyed the prisoners.
"Can any of you pirate sc.u.m speak English?" he demanded truculently.
"I have that privilege, sir," replied a swart-faced lieutenant.
"Then kindly inform your friends that at the first sign of any monkey trick I"ll send you all to kingdom come."
The officer complied presumably with this command, and when he had finished, addressed Maclean:
"You cannot intend to maroon us, sir?" he cried. "The island yonder is totally uninhabited."
"You"re a liar!" retorted Maclean. "Fires don"t light themselves. Look yonder."
The officer choked back an oath. "Have a care what you are doing, sir,"
he muttered in a strangled voice. "This will lead to a war between your country and mine."
"I guess not--not even if I hanged the lot of you--you dirty pirates.
But if it did, what then?"
"You should see, sir."
"And so would you--see that Englishmen can fight a durned sight better than the j.a.ps. I guess you know how _they_ fight by this."
"I have always heard that the English are generous foes, sir----"
"None of your blarney," interrupted Maclean. "Short shrift to pirates, is an English motto. You sank our ship: we take yours. Fair exchange is no robbery. You should be thankful to get off with your skins."
"At least permit us to take with us our personal belongings."
"Not a match."
"Some provisions?"
"Not a biscuit."
"Some arms, then, to defend ourselves against the natives, if we are attacked?"
"Not a penknife."
"Sir, you condemn us to death!"