"It wasn"t the girl who guided me," said I. "Her hand is small and plump, probably warm to the touch. The hand that held mine was long and thin, and very clammy and cold."
"The devil!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the old man.
"No, I don"t think it was the devil himself," said I. "It may have been one of his chief mates."
I looked at the Skipper, and saw that the beads of perspiration were standing on his forehead and running down the crack alongside his nose.
"Don"t, man! You make the creeps go all over me. What"s the use of being so d.a.m.ned unpleasant? Ain"t we uncomfortable enough without your ringin" the changes on ghosts and spooks and spectres?"
"You may as well look the thing in the face," said I. "There"s something uncanny about the place, and, though it has worked in our favour thus far, who knows what may be in store."
"For G.o.d"s sake, Jones, let"s get away, then! Call Cynthy and the others to come, and let"s run for it."
"Where to?" inquired I. "We might run right into the arms of those villains. If even one of them were to see us, our secret would be theirs, and then farewell to hope."
"No, that wouldn"t do. I wouldn"t have those wretches see Cynthy for the world," said the Skipper.
"G.o.d forbid!" said I. My heart almost burst its bounds at the thought.
"O Captain Schuyler!" I pleaded, "if you have a particle of power over that niece of yours, make her lie quiet until they are gone."
"_Make!_" said the Skipper, with much the same emphasis that he had used a little while before.
"There"s something to be said for "em after all," said the Skipper in a low tone, gazing down contemplatively on the strangers. "They"re probably married men. Had to get away from home. Don"t suppose they can stand it."
At this the Bo"s"n turned on the Skipper with a determined air. His words let me into the secret of his life.
"Begging your pardon, Cap"n Schuyler, sir," he said, "but darned if you know everything, Cap"n Schuyler, sir! I"ve got a wife, and if she ain"t a angel----"
"Darned if you know anything at all, sir," replied the Skipper in a thunderous whisper, "except how to be insubordinate!"
Cynthia had withdrawn to one of the stone projections and was sitting there, her head leaning back against the wall.
She looked pale and seemed faint. I went near her to see what I could do. She opened her eyes when she heard my footsteps on the rocky floor.
"They mean to stay," she whispered. "How shall we ever get any water?"
"I will get you some water," said I.
This statement sounded extremely brave, but how was I to get it?
Cynthia"s look of appeal and suffering pierced me to the heart. That she should really suffer for a sip of that water which we saw so plainly bubbling out of the cavern below our hiding place made me wretched.
"If I had a cup," said I.
I walked to the latticed window, where the Skipper was again gazing down upon the pirates below.
"What do you say," said I, "to our beginning a fusillade on those fellows and picking off all we can, and then rushing out and fighting the rest?"
The Skipper shook his head. "It won"t do. We are only three--the boy don"t count; he has no pistol, and we have little ammunition. They would discover and overpower us. And then my little Cynthy----" The Skipper sniffed and shook his head. "No, no, Mr. Jones, we had best lay by until they go. They must go soon. The sun is setting, and I"m sure they won"t stay after dark. Darned if I don"t wish I had our six-pounder up here!
I"d clear "em out of there mighty quick."
"Have you a cup, Captain?" said I.
"Only that flat bottle, and that"s filled with rum," answered the Skipper; "but when the sun"s over the foreyard I intend to wet my whistle, and I"ll ask you to join me, pirates or no pirates."
"The sun"s been over the foreyard this long time," said I, "but you can"t drink clear liquor."
At this moment Lacelle issued from the archway at the back of the room.
She held in her hand Cynthia"s funereal bag. She looked questioningly at Cynthia, and laid her finger on the catch. Cynthia nodded, Lacelle pressed the spring, and handed the open bag to Cynthia, who took from that wonderful receptacle a little silver cup.
"My baby cup," she said, as she held it out to me. I looked at the engraved letters, and read:
"_Cynthia Schuyler Archer, June 15, 1803._"
I laughed as I read the date aloud.
"As bad as the family Bible," said I.
"For Heaven"s sake," urged the Skipper, "go to the back of the cave if you mean to make so much noise. One of those wretches looked up here just now when you laughed."
Familiarity with danger always makes it appear less.
I took the cup from Cynthia"s hand and started for the pa.s.sage through which we had entered the cave.
"Oh, don"t go!" said Cynthia, but very faintly, I thought.
"Whatever you do, don"t let "em see you," said the Skipper. "They must imagine themselves quite alone on the sh.o.r.e."
"I think I can steal down this side of the cliff," said I, "and get through the underbrush to the sh.o.r.e of the stream. Remember they are across on the other side, and they are sleepy after their liquor. The only persons who could see me would be the prisoners, and I don"t believe they would give the alarm."
"No, the last ones to," said the Bo"s"n. "If they could only get free, sir, we could, I believe, combine, sir, and kill those wretches and take the schooner, Mr. Jones, sir."
"Turn pirate yourself!" said Cynthia with a look of horror at the poor Bo"s"n. "How can you suggest anything so wicked! I thought you were----"
"Don"t be such a fool, Cynthy! It would be a good job to rid the earth of those brutes."
"O Uncle! if you kill them, promise me that I shall not see it, especially that handsome one they call Mauresco. I don"t know but I could bear to see the Admiral----"
"Her mother was a real bright woman, too," said the Skipper, turning to me with an expression of scorn. "You wouldn"t believe it, now would you?"
Cynthia now arose from her rock.
"Uncle," she said, "you have called me a fool several times to-day, and before these gentlemen. I don"t mind it if it amuses you, but I do have clever inspirations at times. I have one now; a very bright idea has come to me. How would it do if I should go and get the water myself? If that handsome pirate should see me, he might release the young lord, and he would give us, I am sure, anything we asked. I think they usually respect a lady"s wishes, don"t you?"
"No," said I, "not that I ever heard of."
"Girl, you will certainly drive me off my head," said the Skipper. "Talk about swearing! I"ll--I"ll--I"ll--Lazy, take that girl away!" The Skipper"s lips moved rapidly, and I saw that he was whispering a few oaths to point his remark. I turned and faced the blackness of the pa.s.sage. I groped my way along, feeling certain that I could slip quietly down the slope, dip up a cupful of water, and return without being seen. There was a spice of adventure in all this, and I was not averse to showing Cynthia that I was not quite so cowardly as I had been forced to appear. Had I reflected a little, I might have wondered what use it would be to try to appear brave in the estimation of a girl who herself was not afraid to meet the pirates--in fact, rather courted such an encounter.
My soul filled with inspiring thoughts, I started boldly into the pa.s.sage. I had come safely to the chamber; naturally I could find my way to the outside by simply walking forward. I had reached the point where the pa.s.sage descends sharply to the level when my hand was taken in another. This gave me a shock for a moment, and I uttered an involuntary exclamation. "A pa" peu," whispered a soft voice in my ear.
The tone was rea.s.suring, and I knew the tones were intended to convey the idea that I was to feel no fear. As I remember now, it seemed as if I were suddenly turned about at right angles with the way that I had been travelling, and then gently impelled from behind. After a little I saw a gleam of light at a distance. All at once curiosity impelled me, and I walked eagerly ahead, fear and distrust vanishing like the mist of the morning.