"He is that obstinate he"d simply curse me, and probably give no heed.
But some one else might speak with better effect."
"Do you think I had better?"
Ralph spoke doubtfully, realizing that he also was no favorite with Gary.
"You might bring it about in some way. I certainly owe Captain Gary no favors, yet I should hate to stand by and see those fiends cut their way out, and say nothing. They would murder every soul on board."
Later on, Ralph found a chance to tell the captain what Duff had told him. Gary"s scowl deepened.
"Duff told you this, did he?" demanded the skipper suspiciously. "Out with the truth."
Ralph acknowledged that the second mate was his informant.
"Stuff! Haven"t we a sentry there constantly?"
"But the sentry isn"t always at his post, so Mr. Duff says. He was away today when we heard the noises."
"And you heard them, too! The mate tattling to the cabin boy, and both peaching on the poor sentry, who is, I dare say, more trusty than either one of you two. Go forward, and stay there until you are bidden back. Rank mutiny, by thunder!"
Gary stamped his foot, more with the air of one demented than that of a sane and sober commander. Indeed the situation was sufficiently grave without this new complication.
Several of the negroes had already died, and more were down helpless beneath the feet of their thirst-tortured but more able-bodied fellow sufferers. The howls and lamentations that continually ascended through the grating were trying to the nerves, aside from considerations of profit and loss. The combined effect on Gary was to render him more unreasonable and tyrannical than ever.
Oh, for more wind! They were hardly up into the trades yet, and at that season, even the trades were uncertain.
But it was certain that unless enough favorable wind did come, and come soon, they would hardly reach the Cape Verdes in time. Already crew, negroes and all, were down to one pint of water to the man every twenty-four hours. In that hot and stifling weather their tortures grew almost unbearable.
One night Rucker, happening to want a night gla.s.s, left the deck for a moment to go below for it, and pa.s.sing close to the sleepy sentry, he heard the same sounds which had aroused Duff"s suspicions. After Ralph"s rebuff the second mate had made no further attempt to have the thing investigated.
"What"s that?" said he sharply to the sailor, who sat leaning against the bulkhead, but the man made no answer.
Rucker shook him sharply, and at the same time scented the odor of liquor about the fellow.
"Wake up. What have you been drinking? What noise is that?"
But receiving only unintelligible replies, and having to return immediately to his watch on deck, he reported the circ.u.mstances to the captain, who broke into a storm of invective. Rucker discreetly withdrew.
Shortly thereafter Duff heard from his stateroom an uproar in the gangway. Looking out, he saw the captain standing over the prostrate form of the sentry, whom he had knocked down with the man"s own gun.
One of the storeroom doors was open.
"I see now!" foamed Gary, nearly beside himself. "You fellows on watch have been tapping this rum barrel night and day, I reckon, and mischief going on right under your feet. But I"ll even you up. Where is the bo"s"n?"
Receiving no answer to this last shouted demand, Gary sprang up the stairway, leaving the insensible sentry stretched upon the floor.
Duff, still watching from his stateroom through the open cabin door, saw a gaunt, dusky face thrust itself from the storeroom and peer wildly round. Other faces joined it, and in an instant a dozen naked black forms were crowding the gangway.
They saw Duff. Several made for him, brandishing short chains from their fetters, which they had managed somehow to loosen and sever.
Others beat the sentry"s brains out, and overthrew the howitzer.
The noise thus made, and Duff"s loud calls to alarm the ship, caused Rucker and one or two seamen to run hastily down the companionway.
Being unarmed they were forced into the cabin or back up the gangway, by a horde of frantic savages, who were being continually reinforced from the hold by way of the two holes, which they had somehow cut through the bulkhead into the storeroom, where among other things, was the barrel of rum.
The drinking must have been going on secretly for a day or two. In fact others of the crew were now discovered to be tipsy, and that the officers had not found it out before was doubtless owing to the growing laxness of discipline, despite the captain"s severity.
Gary, accompanied by Bludson and others, now appeared, armed with pistols and cutla.s.ses; but the door leading into the hold was already broken down. Scores of half crazy negroes swarmed into the gangway, bearing back the whites by sheer weight of numbers, notwithstanding the weapons of the crew. Revolver and cutla.s.s played an active part, but the slaves seemed absolutely indifferent to life.
When one was shot down, half a dozen took his place. Even the few women fought like tigresses. The truth was they were crazed for want of water.
In the cabin, Rucker and one seaman had been literally torn limb from limb. The remaining man escaped into the captain"s room.
Duff, who was without weapons, clambered through the stern window of his room, and gained the deck by way of the vessel"s stern post and a rope thrown him by Ralph, who had been summoned to the wheel when the alarm was given. The lad was chafing at his inactivity.
"There"s hardly any breeze," said Duff. "Lash the wheel, my lad, and bear a hand. If those n.i.g.g.e.rs gain the deck we"re gone up sure."
It was but the task of a moment to obey, seize a cutla.s.s from the rack and follow the mate to the companion-way, where Gary and what was left of the men with him were being forced up the steps.
The captain was covered with blood from a scalp wound, but he was equal to several ordinary men. Skillfully parrying the blows directed at his life, he had laid more than one burly savage low.
But the number and fury of the yelling crowd were irresistible.
Seizing the weapons of their dead and wounded a.s.sailants, they fought with the blind energy of desperation.
"Batten down the main hatch," called Gary, seeing Duff and Ralph.
"Bludson is gone, but we can hold them until you return."
The order was swiftly executed. Then the second mate and Ralph, a.s.sisted by one sailor, brought forward the heavy storm covering of the after companion-way and placed it in readiness. A charge down was then made and the negroes driven back a little.
"Now, men," cried Gary, springing up to the deck, at the rear of his men, "down with it! Jump on it, and batten her--batten her!"
With both hatches thus secured, they were in undisputed possession of the deck, though the whole interior of the ship, except the forecastle, was at the mercy of the negroes. The triumphant howls of the latter were deafening.
Suddenly a shriek was heard. The savages had entered the captain"s stateroom and fallen upon the sailor who had taken refuge there.
On deck Gary counted his help. He found that besides Bludson and Rucker five sailors were missing. His available force, including himself, Duff and Ralph, amounted only to ten.
Two of these were desperately wounded, one having his throat actually torn by the teeth of the cannibals below.
The arms were mostly on deck, but the ammunition, provisions, and most of their scanty supply of water was below.
They were in a terrible situation. What deed of desperation the negroes might do it was impossible to tell. There were matches; they might fire the ship. There was the rum; they might still gain the upper hand of all, when nerved and further crazed by liquor.
Two lanterns shed a melancholy light fore and aft. The wind had died away and the heavens were sprinkled with stars.
Gary placed two men fully armed, at each hatch, then called the rest to the quarter-deck for a consultation. He was calm, cool, yet heartless and vindictive as ever.
Without caring for the men already sacrificed, he seemed only anxious to save his vessel and as many of his mutinous victims as he might now be able to carry into port. For Duff and Ralph he, even now, scarcely veiled his dislike as he sat upon the hatch, binding his wounded head with a handkerchief.
But before much was said, a sailor ran back crying: