"That lying scoundrel of a native has just fooled us nicely, Williams.
Sound a call for Adams and his men to come back, and let us get back to the cutter. We"ll have to begin the search again to-morrow."
The boatswain"s mate had just stepped outside and placed his whistle to his lips, when the thundering report of a heavy musket-shot echoed through the air. Then silence for a few seconds, followed by the sharper sounds of the rifles of the American bluejackets.
Before any one could stay her Ema Swain darted through the guard of blue-jackets at the door, and disappeared in the direction of the sound of firing; and almost immediately afterwards the officer and his party followed.
But ere Lieutenant Fenton and his men had advanced more than a hundred yards or so into the gloomy shadows of the palm-grove, he called a halt, as the sound of voices came through the gloom.
"Is that you, Adams?" he called.
"Yes, sir," answered a voice from a little distance; "we"ve got him; he ran right into us; but before we could catch him he shot the native guide through the body."
In a few minutes Adams"s party joined that of the officer, and then in silence, with their prisoner in their midst, they marched back to the trader"s house.
"Bring the prisoner inside, Adams," said Lieutenant Fenton, briefly.
With hands handcuffed behind his back and a seaman on each side, Jim Swain was marched inside his father"s house. A bullet had ploughed through his left cheek, and he was bleeding profusely.
"Stand aside, old man," and the officer held up a warning hand to old Jack. "It is folly for you to attempt to interfere."
And then a blue-jacket, almost as old as the trader himself, placed himself between father and son.
Taking a paper from his pocket the officer read it to himself, glancing every now and then at the prisoner.
"He"s the man, sure enough," he muttered. "Poor devil!" Then turning to the man Adams, he asked--"Are you absolutely certain that this is the man, Adams?"
"Certain, sir. That is the man who murdered the boatswain of the _Saginaw_. I took particular notice of him when I served in her, because of his colour and size, and his sulky temper."
"Jim," broke in the old man"s voice, quaveringly, "you haven"t murdered any one, hev" you?"
The half-caste raised his dark, lowering face and looked at his father, and for a moment or so he breathed heavily.
"Yes, dad. I killed th" man. We had a muss in Valparaiso, an" I knifed him."
Old Swain covered his face with his hands and sank into a seat, and then Lieutenant Fenton walked over to him and placed a kindly hand on his shoulder. Then he withdrew it quickly.
"I have a hard duty, Swain, and the sooner it is over the better. I am ordered to arrest your son, James Swain, for the crime of murder and for deserting from his ship. He will be taken to San Francisco. Whatever you wish to say to him, do so now. In another ten minutes we must be on our way to the ship, and there will be no further opportunity for you to see him."
"Aye, aye, sir," said the old man, huskily, and rising he walked slowly over to his manacled son, and put his trembling hand on his arm.
"You will excuse me, sir, if I talk to him in the native lingo."
Fenton nodded, motioned to the seamen who stood beside the prisoner to move away, and then walked to the further end of the room.
"Jim," said the old trader, quickly, speaking in the native language, "what"s to be done? I have only got to send a native along the beach with the sh.e.l.l{*} and we shall have you away from these people in no time."
{*} The conch sh.e.l.l.
"No, no, father, even if every one of them was killed it would do no good. An" they would never let me be taken away from them alive. It is no use, father, to try that. But"--and here he bent his head forward--"if I could free my hands I would make a dash--and be shot. I swear I shall never be hanged. Father, where is Em? I would like to see her before I go."
"She runned away, boy," said the old man, brokenly, and speaking in English; "runned away, jes" as soon as she heerd the firin". She went to look for you, Jim. Heaven help the gal, Jim, when she comes back an"
finds you gone."
For a little while longer they talked, and then Lieutenant Fenton came toward them, and Adams, at a sign from his superior, took the old trader by the arm, and with rough kindness forced him away from his son.
Suddenly, however, he dashed the seaman aside and sprang toward his son, but, strong and active as he was, he was no match for a man like Adams, who threw his arms around him and held him in a vice-like grip.
"That will do, mister," said old Jack, quietly. "I reckon I give in. Th"
boy has got to go--an" thet"s all about it, an" I ain"t agoin" to try an" stop you from takin" him."
And then as the blue-jackets closed around him, Jim Swain turned.
"Goodbye, dad, and say goodbye to Em for me."
"Poor old man!" said Fenton to himself, as the party marched along the narrow, sandy track. "Hang me, if I wouldn"t be pleased to see the fellow escape."
The four men who were left in charge of the boat had sprung to their arms the moment they heard the sound of the firing, and for some time they scanned the dark outline of the sh.o.r.e with intense anxiety.
"I guess it"s all right," said one of them at last. "I only heard three or four shots. Hullo! here they come along the beach. Shove in."
Tramp, tramp, along the hard sand the landing party marched, and a seaman in the boat, picking up a lantern, held it up to guide them.
Two hundred yards behind was Ema Swain, striving hard to catch up with them and see her brother for the last time in this world, she thought.
IV.
"Lift him in carefully," said Lieutenant Fenton, as the boat"s bows touched the beach; "he seems pretty weak."
"Thank you, sir!" and the prisoner turned his dark eyes upon the officer. "I am nearly dropping. I got a hard hit in the chest with a musket b.u.t.t from one of your men, sir."
A couple of men lifted him in, and then as soon as the rest of his people had taken their places the lieutenant followed.
"Push off, Gates."
As the heavy boat slid out from the sh.o.r.e into the still waters of the lagoon, the lieutenant glanced down at the manacled figure of his prisoner.
"Let him sit up, Adams, and take the irons off. He can"t lie there like a trussed fowl; and see if one of you can"t stop that bleeding."
Adams bent down, and unlocking the handcuffs lifted him up.
Then, quick as thought, Jim Swain, dashing him aside, sprang overboard and dived towards the sh.o.r.e.
"Quick! Show a light," said the officer, standing up in the stern, pistol in hand, waiting for the man to rise.