"What is the matter with your hand?"
"Don"t mind me!" I said shortly. By this time my fingers were puffed out of all semblance to their original shape, and when I endeavoured to move them the pain was intense.
Cynthia put the cup to the girl"s lips. She shook her head and closed her lips tightly together. Then Cynthia drank a little of the water, and again held it toward the girl. This time she drained the water eagerly and to the last drop.
"Some more!" demanded Cynthia, holding out the cup to me. When I had replenished it, Cynthia took her handkerchief from her pocket, dipped it in the water, and bathed the girl"s face and hands, whereupon the prisoner drew a long sigh of satisfaction.
"Bring me your knife, Mr. Jones," ordered Cynthia.
"If you free her, she will run away," protested I.
"Bring it at once!" responded Cynthia.
It was with difficulty that I opened the blade with my swollen fingers, but, after slipping the lanyard over my head, I managed to do so. Then I walked with the open knife toward the pair. When the captive saw me coming she began to cry and scream and roll on the ground in an agony of terror.
Bill Tomkins heard the cry, and turned over in his sleep, opened his eyes a crack or so, asked how the weather was, and went off again into a profound slumber. I argued that if he who had drank so little of the rum was thus stupefied, the others would not awake for many hours.
"Lay your knife within reach and go away again, Mr. Jones," said Cynthia.
I obeyed, as I was willing to obey her every word and gesture.
As Cynthia took the knife up from the stone where I had laid it, the girl sobbed and wailed and clutched at the gra.s.s.
"Go away," said Cynthia; "quite away."
I did as I was bid, and sat again at the foot of our sheltering tree.
Then Cynthia, with motions and signs that she did not intend to injure her, drew near the captive, and, taking her unawares and with dexterous movement, inserted the point of the knife under first one and then the other of the cords, and the captive was free. The girl looked up in a dazed sort of surprise. Cynthia smiled down on her as only the angels in heaven smile. Then she again dipped the handkerchief in water and again cared for the swollen hands. The girl ceased her crying, knelt down and laid a caressing cheek on Cynthia"s feet, then sprang up and ran into the forest.
"You have seen the last of her," said I.
Perhaps I was a little jealous of this new favourite.
"If I have, you are to blame," said Cynthia, "and I shall never forgive you."
But I had prophesied falsely, for the child came back to us in a moment with her hands full of leaves. She gave them to Cynthia, and by signs persuaded her to bind them on her own hands and wrists.
The girl then stood up and beckoned to Cynthia to follow her into the wood. They walked together a few steps. Then she stopped and pointed to a strange arrow-shaped leaf. She shook her head and held up her hands as if in horror, and displayed various signs of fear. I noticed from where I stood the leaves to which she pointed. They were the same kind with which I stopped the bunghole in the keg.
"The Skipper did not need the a.r.s.enic," I muttered to myself as I surveyed the sleeping men.
I went inside the tree and awoke the Skipper. He turned over drowsily at first, and asked how we were heading, and if she was off her course. I shook him pretty roughly then, and he asked me how many bells.
I answered, and truly, that it was four bells, and the dog watch. Dog"s watch, I might have said; I had certainly had one. I then hurriedly explained the situation to the Skipper.
"Captain Schuyler," I said, "I think we had better get away from here before these wretches wake up. There is no knowing what they may do.
They may wake up sober and they may wake up drunk. They may possibly awake in a pleasant and friendly state of mind, but it"s my opinion that they will be pretty vicious when they find the rum all gone and also that I have liberated that young girl."
"What young girl?" asked the Skipper.
"The young girl they rescued from the Hatiens."
"What Hatiens?" asked the Skipper.
I saw that it was no use to consult the Skipper; he was hardly awake, and could not yet comprehend what had happened during the last hour. I left him with Cynthia, to do what he could toward gathering up the articles hidden in the bushes, and ran down to the beach. I saw that the two boats were farther out than they had been, and, when I put my hands to my mouth and shouted my loudest to the Bo"s"n, I could but just make him hear. He and the boy laid to their oars with a will, but I soon perceived that they were making little progress. I saw the Bo"s"n drop his oars, stand up in the boat and gaze around him, and, as there was no one but the Minion to help him row, it was plain that he could not overcome the current, which I now saw was taking the boats out to sea. I saw the Bo"s"n take a sight on sh.o.r.e and watch it for a moment, like a true sailor; then he shook his head, stepped to the stern, and, drawing the boats close together, he cut the painter short off at the bows and set the dinghy adrift. I was sorry to see this, but I knew that unless it was done we should lose both boats, and the Bo"s"n and boy as well.
Then the Bo"s"n sat down and began to pull with vigorous strokes, and soon the boat was quite near the sh.o.r.e.
"Beg your pardon, sir, Mr. Jones, but where"s them crew?"
I pointed over my shoulder, and made him understand that they were incapable of injuring us. He did not ask how this had come about, but pulled up to the beach. I saw that the boy was rowing with one hand; the other was bound up with a piece of cloth, and was bleeding a little, the result, probably, of the defiance which I had witnessed. The Bo"s"n had torn away a part of his shirt sleeve to bind up the boy"s hand. This, I thought, argued well for us. I had fancied that I could trust the other men, and how mistaken I had been! This kind trait, however, in a man on whom we must depend more or less, gave me courage.
"Where are those Hatiens?" I asked.
"Dead, sir, as far"s I know."
"Where is Wilson?"
"Saw him fall--and Tanby, too. Guess they"re all down the beach there together."
I did not investigate. We had no time. It was growing late, and I wished to get away before the men should awaken. I hurried my little party together. They ran into the bushes, one and all, picking up and carrying what they could. Captain Schuyler and the Bo"s"n rolled the keg of pork and the breaker down to the water"s edge; the boy held the boat while we deposited our few belongings therein.
"If you"ll take the bag, I"ll carry the parrot," said Cynthia.
I lifted the mortuary receptacle from its hiding place among the leaves.
"Why, just look at that crab!" said Cynthia. "That"s a very good discovery. If we can find crabs, we"ll----"
I seized her by the arm, with horror, no doubt, in my look. I pushed her roughly toward the beach.
"Run," I said, "for G.o.d"s sake!"
"How rough you are!" said Cynthia; but she ran a little way, as I impelled and commanded. I hastily set the parrot"s cage on the ground and drew my pistol, and, difficult as it was, I pulled the trigger. I aimed straight at the black, hairy thing; but my bullet missed, and I seized up the cage, preparing for flight, when I saw the animal turn to crawl sluggishly away. I looked with astonishment at this movement of the tarantula, for it was that dread scourge of the tropic forest that Cynthia had taken for a crab. I saw that it was moving from the spot where the rum had been spilled, and found in its low and halting pace additional reason to believe that the liquor which I had sought to protect with the leaves from evaporation I had unconsciously drugged, perhaps poisoned. There was nothing to do. I had no remedies, and such men, I argued, are better off, or rather we are better off with them dead than alive. I took a second shot at the tarantula, and this time I was successful. I had shot it through the body. The body was as large as an egg, the legs long and hairy, and the proboscis curved, pointed, and vicious-looking. Cynthia"s hurried departure had left me to carry the bag and the parrot. My hands were extremely sore, and, somehow or other, as I lifted the cage I swung it against a rock. The catch was loosened, the bottom fell out. In my nervousness I dropped the cage, and before I knew it I heard a voice over my head, saying, "There"s no fool like an old fool!"
Here was a nice mess! Cynthia"s parrot gone! The pride of her heart sitting over my head in a tropic wood, where he could fly away, if he wanted to, hundreds of miles, and always find a resting place.
"Why don"t you come, Mr. Jones?" It was Cynthia"s voice.
I hastily picked up the cloth which always went with the cage, and which had covered the bird on its voyage ash.o.r.e, threw it over the wire top, and covered the cage. I refastened the catch, and came stumbling down to the beach with my two burdens.
"Miss Archer, you had better sit in the stern," said I, as I proceeded to place the cage in the bow.
"I prefer the bow, thank you," said Cynthia.
I waded out in the water and set the cage in the stern sheets. At this Cynthia began to climb over the seats. She reached the stern just as I removed the cage and waded with it back to the bow. At this Cynthia stood up, preparing to move again.
"Sit down, Cynthy; you can"t crawl over me."
"But, Uncle Tony, I want to hold Solomon," said Cynthia. "He gets so frightened without me."