As soon as it could be done, a more careful inspection and calculation satisfied the buccaneer of the immense value of his prize. The lading of the galleon, consisting princ.i.p.ally of silver bullion, was probably worth not far from a million Spanish dollars--pieces of eight! This divided among the one hundred and eighty survivors of the original crew meant affluence for even the meanest cabin boy. It was wealth such as they had not even dreamed of. It was a prize the value of which had scarcely ever been paralleled.

They were a.s.sembled forward of the quarter-deck when the announcement was made. When they understood the news the men became drunk with joy.

It would seem as if they had been suddenly stricken mad. Some of them stared in paralyzed silence, others broke into frantic cheers and yells, some reeled and shuddered like drunken men. The one person who preserved his imperturbable calmness was Morgan himself. The grat.i.tude of these men toward him was overwhelming. Even those who had good cause to hate him forgot for the time being their animosity--all except Hornigold, whose hatred was beyond all price. Under his leadership they had achieved such a triumph as had scarcely ever befallen them in the palmiest days of their career, and with little or no loss they had been put in possession of a prodigious treasure. They crowded about him presently with enthusiastic cheers of affection and extravagant vows of loving service. All, that is, except Hornigold, whose sense of injury, whose thirst for vengeance, was so deep that all the treasure of Potosi itself would not have abated one jot or one t.i.ttle of it.

The general joy, however, was not shared by the rescued buccaneers.

Although they had but a few hours before despaired of life in the loathsome depths of the vile hold, and they had been properly grateful for the sudden and unexpected release which had given them their liberty and saved them from the gibbet, yet it was not in any human man, especially a buccaneer, to view with equanimity the distribution--or the proposed distribution--of so vast a treasure and feel that he could not share in it. The fresh air and the food and drink had already done much for those hardy ruffians. They were beginning to regain, if not all their strength, at least some of their courage and a.s.surance. They congregated in little groups here and there among Morgan"s original men and stared with lowering brows and flushed faces at the frantic revel in which they could not partic.i.p.ate. Not even the cask of rum which Morgan ordered broached to celebrate the capture, and of which all hands partook with indiscriminate voracity, could bring joy to their hearts.

After matters had quieted down somewhat--and during this time the galleon had been mainly left to navigate herself--Morgan deemed it a suitable occasion to announce his ultimate designs to the men.

"Gentlemen, shipmates, and bold hearts all," he cried, waving his hand for silence, "we have captured the richest prize probably that floats on the ocean. There are pieces of eight and silver bullion enough beneath the hatches, as I have told you, to make us rich for life, to say nothing of the gold, jewels, spices, and whatnot, besides----"

He was interrupted by another yell of appreciation.

"But, men," he continued, "I hardly know what to do with it."

"Give it to us," roared a voice, which was greeted with uproarious laughter, "we"ll make away with it."

Morgan marked down with his eye the man who had spoken and went on.

"The ports of His Majesty, the King of England, will be closed to us so soon as our capture of the _Mary Rose_ is noted. England is at peace with the world. There is not a French or Spanish port that would give us a haven. If we appeared anywhere in European waters with this galleon we would be taken and hanged. Now, what"s to be done?"

"Run the ship ash.o.r.e on the New England coast," cried the man who had spoken before. "Divide the treasure. Burn the ship and scatter. Let every man look to his own share and his own neck."

"A plan, a plan!"

"Ay, that"ll be the way of it!"

"Sawkins is right!"

"To the New England sh.o.r.e! Ben Hornigold will pilot the ship!" burst in confused clamor from the crew to whom the plan appealed.

"By heaven, no!" shouted Morgan. "That"s well enough for you, not for me. I"m a marked man. You can disappear. I should be taken, and Hornigold and Raveneau and the rest. It won"t do. We must stay by the ship."

"And what then?"

"Keep to the original plan. We"ll sail this ship down to the Spanish Main and capture a town, divide our treasure, make our way overland to the Pacific, where we"ll find another ship, and then away to the South Seas! Great as is our booty, there is still more to be had there for the taking. We"ll be free to go where we please with the whole South American coast at hand. There are islands, tropic islands, there, where it"s always summer. They are ours for the choosing. We can establish ourselves there. We"ll found a community, with every man a law for himself. We"ll----"

But the recital of this Utopian dream was rudely interrupted.

"Nay, Master," cried Sawkins, who had done most of the talking from among the crew, "we go no farther."

He was confident that he had the backing of the men, and in that confidence grew bold with reckless temerity. Flushed by the victory of the morning, the rum he had imbibed, intoxicated by the thought of the treasure which was to be shared, the man went on impudently:

"No, Sir Harry Morgan, we"ve decided to follow our latest plan. We"ll work this ship up to the New England coast and wreck her there. There are plenty of spots where she can be cast away safely and none to know it. We"ll obey you there and no further. We"ve got enough treasure under hatches to satisfy any reasonable man. We"re not afeared o" the King if you are."

"You fool!" thundered Morgan. "You will be hanged as soon as your part in the adventure is known."

"And who is to make it known, pray? As you said, we are poor ignorant men. It"s nothing to us if you are marked, and you, and you," he continued, stepping forward and pointing successively at Morgan and the little band of officers who surrounded him. "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, we"d have you understand, and we"re content with what we"ve got. We don"t take no stock in them islands of yours. We can get all the women we want, and of our own kind without crossing the Isthmus.

We don"t want no further cruisin". There"s no need for us to land on the Spanish Main. We"ve made up our minds to "bout ship and bear away to the northward. Am I right, mates?"

"Ay, ay, right you are!" roared the men surging aft.

"You mutinous hound!" yelled Morgan, leaning forward in a perfect fury of rage, and his pa.s.sion was something appalling to look upon.

Hornigold clutched at the helm, which had been deserted by the seamen detailed to it during the course of the hot debate. The old man cast one long, anxious glance to windward where a black squall was apparently brewing. But he said nothing. The argument was between Morgan and his crew, there was no need for him to interfere. Teach, Raveneau, Velsers, and the officers drew their pistols and bared their swords, but most of the crew were also armed, and if it came to a trial of strength the cabin gang was so overwhelmingly outnumbered that it would have been futile to inaugurate a contest.

Morgan, however, was frantic with rage. To be braved by a member of his crew, to have his plans balked by any man, and to be openly insulted in this manner! He did not hesitate a second. He rushed at Master Bartholomew Sawkins, and, brave man as that sailor was, he fairly quailed before the terrific incarnation of pa.s.sionate fury his captain presented. The rest of the crew gave back before the furious onset of Sir Henry.

"You dog!" he screamed, and before the other realized his intention he struck him a fearful blow in the face with his naked fist. Always a man of unusual strength, his rage had bestowed upon him a Herculean force.

He seized the dazed man by the throat and waist belt ere he fell to the deck from the force of the blow, and lifting him up literally pitched him overboard. Before the crew had recovered from their astonishment and terror at this bold action, the buccaneer officers closed behind their captain, each covering the front ranks of the men with a pistol. At the same instant the other men, Ringrose"s crew, came shoving through the crowd, s.n.a.t.c.hing such arms as they could in the pa.s.sage, although most of them had to be satisfied with belaying pins.

"We"re with you, Captain Morgan," cried one of their number. "We"ve had no treasure, and it seems we"re not to have a share in this either.

We"ve been in the South Seas," continued the speaker, a man named L"Ollonois, noted for his cruelty, rapacity, and success, "and the captain speaks truly. There are all that can delight brave men and a race of cowards to defend them. What"s this treasure? It is great, but there are other things we want--wine and women!"

The man who had been thrown overboard had shrieked for help as he fell.

The splash he had made as he struck the water had been followed by another. A Spanish priest standing by the rail had seized a grating and thrown it to the man. Morgan took in the situation in a glance.

"Who threw that grating?" he cried.

"I, senor," composedly answered the priest, who understood English.

Morgan instantly s.n.a.t.c.hed a pistol from de Lussan"s hand and shot the man dead.

"I allow no one," he shouted, "to interfere between me and the discipline of my men! You speak well, L"Ollonois. And for you, hounds!"

he roared, clubbing the smoking pistol and stepping toward the huddled, frightened men, "get back to your duties unless you wish instant death!

Scuttle me, if I don"t blow up the galleon unless you immediately obey!

Bear a hand there! If you hesitate--Fire on them!" he cried to his officers, but the men in the front did not linger. They broke away from his presence so vehemently that they fell over one another in the gangways.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Morgan instantly s.n.a.t.c.hed a pistol from de Lussan"s hand and shot the man dead.]

"Don"t fire!" they cried in terror. "We"ll go back to duty."

Morgan was completely master of the situation.

"I am to be obeyed," he cried, "implicitly, without question, without hesitation!"

"Ay, ay!"

"We will, we will!"

"That"s well. Heave that carrion overboard," kicking the body of the priest. "Now we"ll go back and pick up Sawkins," he continued. "Ready about, station for stays!"

"Look you, Captain Morgan," cried Hornigold, pointing to leeward. "The squall! "Twill be soon on us. We"d best reduce sail and run for it."

"Nay," said Morgan, "I"ll allow not even a storm to interfere with my plans. Flow the head sheets there! Hard down with the helm! Aft, here some of you, and man the quarter boat. I said I"d pick him up, and picked up he shall be, in spite of h.e.l.l!"

The ship, like all Spanish ships, was unhandy and a poor sailor. Morgan, however, got all out of her that mortal man could get. With nice seamanship he threw her up into the wind, hove her to, and dropped a boat overboard. Teach had volunteered for the perilous command of her and the best men on the ship were at the oars. Sawkins had managed to catch the grating and was clinging feebly when the boat swept down upon him. They dragged him aboard and then turned to the ship. The sinister squall was rushing down upon them from the black horizon with terrific velocity. The men bent their backs and strained at the oars as never before. It did not seem possible that they could beat the wind. The men on the ship beseeched Morgan to fill away and abandon their comrades.

"No!" he cried. "I sent them there and I"ll wait for them if I sink the ship!"

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