Bonnet rushed up to him. "You scoundrel! You rascal, Ben Greenway, what do you mean? I intended you to go back to Bridgetown on that brig. Can I never get rid of you?"
"No" till ye give up piratin"," said Ben with a grin. "Ye may split open my head, an" throw overboard my corpse, but my live body stays here as long as ye do."
With a savage growl Bonnet turned away from his faithful adherent.
Things were getting very serious now and he could waste no time on personal quarrels. Great holes and splits had been discovered in the heads of the barrels of spirits, and the precious liquor was running over the decks. This was the work of the sagacious Big Sam, who had the strongest desire to get away from the Amanda before the pirate crew became so drunk that they could not manage the vessel. He was a deep man, that Big Sam, and at this moment, although he said nothing about it, he considered himself the captain of the pirate ship which he sailed.
For a time Bonnet hurried about, not knowing what to do. Some of the men were quarrelling about the booty; others trying to catch the rum as it flowed from the barrels; others howling out of pure devilishness, and no one paying him any respect whatever. Big Sam was giving orders; a few sober men were obeying him, and Captain Stede Bonnet, with his faithful servant, Ben Greenway, seemed to be entirely out of place amid this horrible tumult.
"I told ye," said Ben, "ye had better stayed on board that merchantman an" gone back like a Christian to your ain hame an" family. It will be no safe place for ye, or for me neither, when that black-hearted scoundrel o" a Big Sam gets time to attend to ye."
"Black-hearted?" inquired Bonnet, but without any surprise in his voice.
"Ay," said Ben, "if there"s onything blacker than his heart, only Satan himsel" ever looked at it. It was to be sailin" this ship on his own account that he"s had in his villainous soul ever since he came on board; an" I can tell ye, Master Bonnet, that it won"t be long now before he"s doin" it. I had me eye on him when he was on board the Amanda, an" I saw that the scoundrel was goin" to separate the ships."
"That was my will," said Bonnet, "although I did not order it."
Ben gave a little grunt. "Ay," said he, "hopin" to leave me behind just as he was hopin" to leave ye behind. But neither o" ye got your wills, an" it"ll be the de"il that"ll have a hand in the next leavin" behind that"s likely to be done."
Bonnet made no reply to these remarks, having suddenly spied Black Paul.
"Look here," said he, stepping up to that sombre-hued personage, "can you sail a ship?"
The other looked at Bonnet in astonishment. "I should say so," said he.
"I have commanded vessels before now."
"Here then," said Bonnet, "I want a sailing-master. I am not satisfied with this Big Sam. I am no navigator myself, but I want a better man than that fellow to sail my ship for me."
Black Paul looked hard at him but made no answer.
"He thinks he is sailing the ship for himself," said Bonnet, "and it would be a bad day for you men if he did."
"That indeed would it," said Black Paul; "a close-fisted scoundrel, as I know him to be."
"Quick then," said Bonnet; "now you"re my sailing-master; and after this, when we divide the prizes, you take the same share that I do. As to these goods from the Amanda, I will have no part at all; I give them all to you and the rest, divided according to rule.
"Go you now among the men, and speak first to such as have taken the least liquor; let them know that it was Big Sam that broke in the hogsheads, which, but for that, would have been sold and divided. Go quickly and get about you a half-dozen good fellows."
"Ye"re gettin" wickeder and wickeder," said Ben when Black Paul had hurried away; "the de"il himsel" couldna hae taught ye a craftier trick than that. Weel ye kenned that that black fellow would fain serve under a free-handed fool than a stingy knave. Ay, sir, your education"s progressin"!"
At this moment Big Sam came hurrying by. Not wishing to excite suspicion, Bonnet addressed him a question, but instead of answering the burly pirate swore at him. "I"ll attend to your business," said he, "as soon as I have my sails set; then I"ll give you two leather-headed landsmen all the hoisting and lowering you"ll ever ask for." Then with another explosion of oaths he pa.s.sed on.
Bonnet and Ben stood waiting with much impatience and anxiety, but presently came Black Paul with a party of brawny pirates following him.
"Come now," said Bonnet, walking boldly aft towards Big Sam, who was still cursing and swearing right and left. Bonnet stepped up to him and touched him on the arm. "Look ye," said he, "you"re no longer sailing-master on this ship; I don"t like your ways or your fashions.
Step forward, then, and go to the fo"castle where you belong; this good mariner," pointing to Black Paul, "will take your place and sail the Revenge."
Big Sam turned and stood astounded, staring at Bonnet. He spoke no word, but his face grew dark and his great eyebrows were drawn together. His mouth was half open, as if he were about to yell or swear. Then suddenly his right hand fell upon the hilt of his cutla.s.s, and the great blade flashed in the air. He gave one bound towards Bonnet, and in the same second the cutla.s.s came down like a stroke of lightning. But Bonnet had been a soldier and had learned how to use his sword; the cutla.s.s was caught on his quick blade and turned aside. At this moment Black Paul sprung at Big Sam and seized him by the sword arm, while another fellow, taking his cue, grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Now some of you fellows," shouted Bonnet, "seize him by the legs and heave him overboard!"
This order was obeyed almost as soon as it was given; four burly pirates rushed Big Sam to the bulwarks, and with a great heave sent him headforemost over the rail. In the next instant he had disappeared--gone, pa.s.sed out of human sight or knowledge.
"Now then, Mr. Paul--not knowing your other name--"
"Which it is Bittern," said the other.
"You are now sailing-master of this ship; and when things are straightened out a bit you can come below and sign articles with me."
"Ay, ay, sir," said Black Paul, and calling to the men he gave orders that they go on with the setting of the main-topsail.
"Now, truly," said Ben, "I believe that ye"re a pirate."
Bonnet looked at him much pleased. "I told you so, my good Ben. I knew that the time would come when you would acknowledge that I am a true pirate; after this, you cannot doubt it any more."
"Never again, Master Bonnet," said Ben Greenway, gravely shaking his head, "never again!"
The brig Amanda, with full sails and an empty hold, bent her course eastward to the island of Barbadoes, and the next morning, when the drunken sailors on board the Revenge were able to look about them and consider things, they found their vessel speeding towards the coast of Cuba, and sailed by Black Paul Bittern.
CHAPTER IX
d.i.c.kORY SETS FORTH
Mr. Felix Delaplaine, merchant and planter of Spanish Town, the capital of Jamaica, occupied a commodious house in the suburbs of the town, twelve miles up the river from Kingston, the seaport, which establishment was somewhat remarkable from the fact that there were no women in the family. Madam Delaplaine had been dead for several years, and as her husband"s fortune had steadily thriven, he now found himself possessor of a home in which he could be as independent and as comfortable as if he had been the president and sole member of a club.
Being of a genial disposition and disposed to look most favourably upon his possessions and surrounding conditions, Mr. Delaplaine had come to be of the opinion that his lot in life was one in which improvement was not to be expected and scarcely to be desired. He had been perfectly happy with his wife, and had no desire to marry another, who could not possibly equal her; and, having no children, he continually thanked his happy stars that he was free from the troubles and anxieties which were so often brought upon fathers by their sons and their daughters.
Into this quiet and self-satisfied life came, one morning, a great surprise in the shape of a beautiful young woman, who entered his office in Spanish Town, and who stated to him that she was the daughter of his only sister, and that she had come to live with him. There was an elderly dame and a young man in company with the beautiful visitor, but Mr. Delaplaine took no note of them. With his niece"s hands in his own, gazing into the face so like that young face in whose company he had grown from childhood to manhood, Mr. Delaplaine saw in a flash, that since the death of his wife until that moment he had never had the least reason to be content with the world or to be satisfied with his lot.
This was his sister"s child come to live with him!
When Mr. Delaplaine sufficiently recovered his ordinary good sense to understand that there were other things in this world besides the lovely niece who had so suddenly appeared before him, he remembered that she had a father, and many questions were asked and answered; and he was told who Dame Charter was, and why her son came with her. Then the uncle and the niece walked into the garden, and there talked of Major Bonnet.
Little did Kate know upon this subject, and nothing could her uncle tell her; but in many and tender words she was a.s.sured that this was her home as long as she chose to live in it, and that it was the most fortunate thing in the world that Dame Charter had come with her and could stay with her. Had this not been so, where could he have found such a guardian angel, such a chaperon, for this tender niece? As for the young man, it was such rare good luck that he had been able to accompany the two ladies and give them his protection. He was just the person, Mr.
Delaplaine believed, who would be invaluable to him either on the plantation or in his counting-house. In any case, here was their home; and here, too, was the home of his brother-in-law, Bonnet, whenever he chose to give up his strange fancy for the sea. It was not now to be thought of that Kate or her father, or either one of them, should go back to Barbadoes to live with the impossible Madam Bonnet.
If her father"s vessel were in the harbour and he were here with them, or even if she had had good tidings from him, Kate Bonnet would have been a very happy girl, for her present abode was vastly different from any home she had ever known. Her uncle"s house on the highlands beyond the town lay in a region of cooler breezes and more bracing air than that of Barbadoes. Books and music and the general air of refinement recalled her early life with her mother, and with the exception of the anxiety about her father, there were no clouds in the bright blue skies of Kate Bonnet. But this anxiety was a cloud, and it was spreading.
When the Amanda moved away from the side of the pirate vessel Revenge she hoisted all sail, and got away over the sea as fast as the prevailing wind could take her. When she pa.s.sed the bar below Bridgetown and came to anchor, Captain Marchand immediately lowered a boat and was rowed up the river to the recent residence of Major Stede Bonnet, and there he delivered two letters--one to the wife of that gentleman, and the other for his daughter. Then the captain rowed back and went into the town, where he annoyed and nearly distracted the citizens by giving them the most cautious and expurgated account of the considerate and friendly manner in which the Amanda had been relieved of her cargo by his old friend and fellow-vestryman, Major Bonnet.
Captain Marchand had been greatly impressed by the many things which Ben Greenway had said about his master"s present most astounding freak, and hoping in his heart that repentance and a suitable reparation might soon give this. .h.i.therto estimable man an opportunity to return to his former place in society, he said as little as he could against the name and fame of this once respected fellow-citizen. When he communicated with the English owners of his now departed cargo, he would know what to say to them, but here, safe in harbour with his vessel and his pa.s.sengers, he preferred to wait for a time before entirely blackening the character of the man who had allowed him to come here. Like the faithful Ben Greenway, he did not yet believe in Stede Bonnet"s piracy.
Madam Bonnet read her letter and did not like it. In fact, she thought it shameful. Then she opened and read the letter to her step-daughter.
This she did not like either, and she put it away in a drawer; she would have nothing to do with the transmission of such an epistle as this.