There was no stopping to untie the rope which ran across the gunwale.
Pete"s knife flew out and sawed through it in a moment or two. Then one vigorous thrust sent the craft into the stream; but before they had cleared the creek there was a shout, followed by the whiz of a bullet and the report of a musket.
"All right; fire away. Shouldn"t come back if you was a ridgment of zojers," cried Pete, who was sending the boat along vigorously with the pole. "Lie down, Master Nic; they"re going to shoot again."
"And leave you there?" cried Nic. "No."
Instead of screening himself by the boat"s side, Nic seized two oars, got them over the rowlocks, and as soon as they were in the river he began to pull with all his might, watching the figure of Saunders limping slowly down after them and stopping from time to time for a shot; Samson and Xerxes, wakened by the firing, hurrying up, handing him a fresh musket, and reloading each time.
"Don"t see nothing of the gaffer," said Pete coolly; "he must have been hurt too, or he"d have been after us. There come the blacks. Hear that?"
Plainly enough, for the whistle was very shrill, and it was answered by the dogs, which came tearing round the end of the shed to follow the overseer.
"Row faster than they can zwim," said Pete, laying down the pole.
"Here, give us one oar, Master Nic," he continued; and, taking his seat, the oar was handed to him, and, aided by the current, the boat began to move more swiftly.
"Why, there"s the gaffer," cried Pete suddenly; and Nic saw that the settler was coming down from the house by the help of a stick, while the dogs stood close by Saunders, barking loudly.
"There must have been a desperate fight in the night, Pete," cried Nic.
"Look, there are two of the blacks with their heads tied up."
"And jolly glad I am, Master Nic. I shouldn"t have cried much if they"d all killed one another and left nothing but the bones. There, put that gun away, stoopid; you can"t hit us at this distance."
The overseer seemed to have thought so too, for he lowered the musket, and Nic just caught sight of him striking savagely with it at the dogs, which began to bay and make rushes at him. But Nic saw no more, for a bend in the river, with a clump of trees thereon, hid the plantation from their sight; while Pete began to sing an old West-country ditty, something about a clever moneyless adventurer who, no matter what task he undertook, always succeeded in getting the best of his adversaries.
The words were absurd and often childish, but there was a ring in the familiar old melody that went straight to Nic"s heart and brought a strange moisture to his eyes, for it thrilled him with hope, and brought up memories of the far-away home that he began to feel now he might see again. And that feeling of hope drove away the horrible dread and the miserable sensation of weariness, sending vigour through every nerve, and making him bend to his oar to take a full grip of the water and swing back at the same moment as Pete, making the river ripple and plash beneath the bows and driving the boat merrily along, just as if the two fugitives were moved by the same spirit.
"Zome zaid a penny, but I zaid five poun".
The wager was laid, but the money not down.
Zinging right fol de ree, fol de riddle lee While I am a-zinging I"d five poun" free,"
chanted Pete in a fine, round, musical ba.s.s voice, and the trees on one side echoed it back, while the ungreased rowlocks, as the oars swung to and fro, seemed to Nic"s excited fancy to keep on saying, "Dev-on, Dev-on, Dev-on," in cheery reiteration.
"Zinging right fol de ree!" cried Pete. "Zay, Master Nic, why don"t you join in chorus? You know that old zong."
"Ay, Pete, I know it," said Nic; "but my heart"s too full for singing."
"Nay, not it, lad. Do you good. That"s why I began. Mine felt so full that it was ready to burst out, and if I hadn"t begun to zing I should ha" broken zomething. I zay, Master Nic, get out o" stroke and hit me a good whack or two with your oar and fisties, right in the back."
"What for?"
"To waken me up. I"m dreaming, I"m afraid, and I"d rather be roused up than go on in a dream like this. It"s zo hearty, you zee, and makes me feel as if I could go on rowing for a month without getting tired."
"So do I now, Pete."
"Well, that"s real, Master Nic. I dunno, though; p"raps it aren"t, and I want it cut short. It would be horrid to wake up and find it all zleep-hatching; but the longer I go on the worse I shall be. It"s dreaming, aren"t it, and we didn"t get away?"
"You know it is not a dream, Pete," replied Nic. "We have escaped--I mean, we have begun to escape."
"Begun, lad? Why, we"ve half-done it," cried Pete, who was wild with excitement. "Pull away, and let"s zhow "em what West-country muscles can do. Pull lad, pull, and keep me at it, or I zhall be getting up and dancing zailor"s hornpipe all over the boat, and without music. Music!
Who wants music? My heart"s full of music and zinging of home again, and I don"t know what"s come to my eyes. Master Nic, all this river, and the trees, and fog rising on each zide through the trees, looks zo beautiful that I must be dreaming. Zay, lad, do tell me I ra-ally am awake."
"Yes, Pete, awake--wide awake; and I am feeling just the same. My heart"s beating with hope as it never beat before."
"Hooroar for Master Nic"s heart!" cried the big fellow wildly. "Beat away, good old heart, for we"re going to do it, and it"ll be just as easy as kissing your hand."
"We mustn"t be too sanguine."
"Oh yes, we must, lad. I don"t know what being zangwing is, but if it"s anything to do with fancying we shall get away, I zay let"s be as zangwing as we can. None of your getting into the dumps and "shan"t do it" now. We"re free, my lad--free; and I should just like to have a cut at any one as zays we aren"t. Zlaves, indeed! White zlaves! But I knowed it couldn"t last. You can"t make a zlave of an Englishman, Master Nic. You may call him one, and put irons on him, or shut him up like zyder in a cask, and hammer the bung in; but zooner or later he"ll zend the bung out flying, or burst the hoops and scatter the staves. It was only waiting our chance, and we"ve got it; and here we are rowing down this here river in the boat, and they may hoe the old plantation themselves. Zay, Master Nic."
"Yes, Pete."
"Don"t it zeem strange what a differ a black skin makes in a man?"
"What do you mean--in the colour?"
"Nay-ay-ay-ay, lad! I mean "bout being a zlave. Here"s these n.i.g.g.e.rs brought here and made zlaves of, and they zettles down to it as happy-go-lucky as can be. They don"t zeem to mind. They eat and drink all they can, and zleep as much as they can, and they do as little work as they can. Why, I zometimes did three times as much hoeing as one o"
they in a day; and that aren"t bragging."
"No, Pete; they took it very easy."
"I should just think they did, my lad; and then the way they"d laugh! I never zee any one laugh as they could. I s"pose that"s what makes their mouths zo big and their teeth zo white. Gets "em bleached by opening their mouths zo wide."
"Look, Pete!" whispered Nic. "Wasn"t that something moving on the right bank?"
"Yes; I zee it, Master Nic. Dunno what it was, but it waren"t a man on the watch. Zay; they aren"t got another boat anywhere, have they?"
"Oh no; I feel sure they have not," said Nic sharply.
"Then we"re all right. This water"s running zwift, and we"re making the boat move pretty fast. They can"t zwim half as fast as we"re going, and they"ve no horses, and the dogs can"t smell on the river, even if they made a raft of the trees they"ve got cut down yonder."
"It would take them a day, Pete."
"Ay, it would, Master Nic; and going on as we"re going, we shall be a long way on at the end of a day."
"Yes; we shall be some distance towards the mouth. I begin to think, Pete, that we shall really manage to escape."
"Yes, we"ve done it this time, Master Nic; and we only want a veal-pie, a cold zalmon, a couple o" loaves, and a stone bottle o" zyder, to be "bout as happy as any one could be."
"But do you think we can reach the mouth of the river without being stopped?"
"Don"t zee who"s to stop uz, zir," said Pete coolly. "What we"ve got to do is to row a steady stroke till we come to a place where we can get zome"at to eat; and then we"ll row right out to zea, and get ourselves picked up by the first ship we can board. But we zeem to want that there veal-pie, cold zalmon, two loaves, and the stone bottle."
"Yes, we want provisions, Pete. Are you keeping a good, sharp lookout?"
"I just am, Master Nic. I"m afraid it"s taking zome of the bark off when I look among the trees. But we needn"t; n.o.body can"t overtake uz unless we tie the boat up to a tree on the bank and lie down to go to zleep."
"And that we shall not even think of doing, Pete."