"Is Hope with you, is she safe?" he asked.
"Yes, she is with me," Madame Alvarez answered.
"Thank G.o.d," King exclaimed, breathlessly. "Then we will start at once, Madame. Where is she? She must come with us!"
"Of course," Clay-a.s.sented, eagerly, "she will be much safer on the yacht."
But Hope protested. "I must get back to father," she said. "The yacht will not arrive until late to-morrow, and the carriage can take me to him five hours earlier. The family have worried too long about me as it is, and, besides, I will not leave Ted. I am going back as I came."
"It is most unsafe," King urged.
"On the contrary, it is perfectly safe now," Hope answered. "It was not one of us they wanted."
"You may be right," King said. "They don"t know what has happened to you, and perhaps after all it would be better if you went back the quicker way." He gave his arm to Madame Alvarez and walked with her toward the sh.o.r.e. As the men surrounded her on every side and moved away, Clay glanced back at Hope and saw her standing upright in the carriage looking after them.
"We will be with you in a minute," he called, as though in apology for leaving her for even that brief s.p.a.ce. And then the shadow of the trees shut her and the carriage from his sight. His footsteps made no sound in the soft sand, and except for the whispering of the palms and the sleepy wash of the waves as they ran up the pebbly beach and sank again, the place was as peaceful and silent as a deserted island, though the moon made it as light as day.
The long-boat had been drawn up with her stern to the sh.o.r.e, and the men were already in their places, some standing waiting for the order to shove off, and others seated balancing their oars.
King had arranged to fire a rocket when the launch left the sh.o.r.e, in order that the captain of the yacht might run in closer to pick them up. As he hurried down the beach, he called to his boatswain to give the signal, and the man answered that he understood and stooped to light a match. King had jumped into the stern and lifted Madame Alvarez after him, leaving her late escort standing with uncovered heads on the beach behind her, when the rocket shot up into the calm white air, with a roar and a rush and a sudden flash of color. At the same instant, as though in answer to its challenge, the woods back of them burst into an irregular line of flame, a volley of rifle shots shattered the silence, and a score of bullets splashed in the water and on the rocks about them.
The boatswain in the bow of the long-boat tossed up his arms and pitched forward between the thwarts.
"Give way," he shouted as he fell.
"Pull," Clay yelled, "pull, all of you."
He threw himself against the stern of the boat, and Langham and MacWilliams clutched its sides, and with their shoulders against it and their bodies half sunk in the water, shoved it off, free of the sh.o.r.e.
The shots continued fiercely, and two of the crew cried out and fell back upon the oars of the men behind them.
Madame Alvarez sprang to her feet and stood swaying unsteadily as the boat leaped forward.
"Take me back. Stop, I command you," she cried, "I will not leave those men. Do you hear?"
King caught her by the waist and dragged her down, but she struggled to free herself. "I will not leave them to be murdered," she cried. "You cowards, put me back."
"Hold her, King," Clay shouted. "We"re all right. They"re not firing at us."
His voice was drowned in the noise of the oars beating in the rowlocks, and the reports of the rifles. The boat disappeared in a mist of spray and moonlight, and Clay turned and faced about him. Langham and MacWilliams were crouching behind a rock and firing at the flashes in the woods.
"You can"t stay there," Clay cried. "We must get back to Hope."
He ran forward, dodging from side to side and firing as he ran. He heard shots from the water, and looking back saw that the men in the longboat had ceased rowing, and were returning the fire from the sh.o.r.e.
"Come back, Hope is all right," her brother called to him. "I haven"t seen a shot within a hundred yards of her yet, they"re firing from the Custom-house and below. I think Mac"s. .h.i.t."
"I"m not," MacWilliams"s voice answered from behind a rock, "but I"d like to see something to shoot at."
A hot tremor of rage swept over Clay at the thought of a possibly fatal termination to the night"s adventure. He groaned at the mockery of having found his life only to lose it now, when it was more precious to him than it had ever been, and to lose it in a silly brawl with semi-savages. He cursed himself impotently and rebelliously for a senseless fool.
"Keep back, can"t you?" he heard Langham calling to him from the sh.o.r.e.
"You"re only drawing the fire toward Hope. She"s got away by now. She had both the horses."
Langham and MacWilliams started forward to Clay"s side, but the instant they left the shadow of the rock, the bullets threw up the sand at their feet and they stopped irresolutely. The moon showed the three men outlined against the white sand of the beach as clearly as though a searchlight had been turned upon them, even while its shadows sheltered and protected their a.s.sailants. At their backs the open sea cut off retreat, and the line of fire in front held them in check. They were as helpless as chessmen upon a board.
"I"m not going to stand still to be shot at," cried MacWilliams.
"Let"s hide or let"s run. This isn"t doing anybody any good." But no one moved. They could hear the singing of the bullets as they pa.s.sed them whining in the air like a banjo-string that is being tightened, and they knew they were in equal danger from those who were firing from the boat.
"They"re shooting better," said MacWilliams. "They"ll reach us in a minute."
"They"ve reached me already, I think," Langham answered, with suppressed satisfaction, "in the shoulder. It"s nothing." His unconcern was quite sincere; to a young man who had galloped through two long halves of a football match on a strained tendon, a scratched shoulder was not important, except as an unsought honor.
But it was of the most importance to MacWilliams. He raised his voice against the men in the woods in impotent fury. "Come out, you cowards, where we can see you," he cried. "Come out where I can shoot your black heads off."
Clay had fired the last cartridge in his rifle, and throwing it away drew his revolver.
"We must either swim or hide," he said. "Put your heads down and run."
But as he spoke, they saw the carriage plunging out of the shadow of the woods and the horses galloping toward them down the beach.
MacWilliams gave a cheer of welcome. "Hurrah!" he shouted, "it"s Jose"
coming for us. He"s a good man. Well done, Jose"!" he called.
"That"s not Jose"," Langham cried, doubtfully, peering through the moonlight. "Good G.o.d! It"s Hope," he exclaimed. He waved his hands frantically above his head. "Go back, Hope," he cried, "go back!"
But the carriage did not swerve on its way toward them. They all saw her now distinctly. She was on the driver"s box and alone, leaning forward and lashing the horses" backs with the whip and reins, and bending over to avoid the bullets that pa.s.sed above her head. As she came down upon them, she stood up, her woman"s figure outlined clearly in the riding habit she still wore. "Jump in when I turn," she cried.
"I"m going to turn slowly, run and jump in."
She bent forward again and pulled the horses to the right, and as they obeyed her, plunging and tugging at their bits, as though they knew the danger they were in, the men threw themselves at the carriage. Clay caught the hood at the back, swung himself up, and scrambled over the cushions and up to the box seat. He dropped down behind Hope, and reaching his arms around her took the reins in one hand, and with the other forced her down to her knees upon the footboard, so that, as she knelt, his arms and body protected her from the bullets sent after them. Langham followed Clay, and tumbled into the carriage over the hood at the back, but MacWilliams endeavored to vault in from the step, and missing his footing fell under the hind wheel, so that the weight of the carriage pa.s.sed over him, and his head was buried for an instant in the sand. But he was on his feet again before they had noticed that he was down, and as he jumped for the hood, Langham caught him by the collar of his coat and dragged him into the seat, panting and gasping, and rubbing the sand from his mouth and nostrils. Clay turned the carriage at a right angle through the heavy sand, and still standing with Hope crouched at his knees, he raced back to the woods into the face of the firing, with the boys behind him answering it from each side of the carriage, so that the horses leaped forward in a frenzy of terror, and dashing through the woods, pa.s.sed into the first road that opened before them.
The road into which they had turned was narrow, but level, and ran through a forest of banana palms that bent and swayed above them.
Langham and MacWilliams still knelt in the rear seat of the carriage, watching the road on the chance of possible pursuit.
"Give me some cartridges," said Langham. "My belt is empty. What road is this?"
"It is a private road, I should say, through somebody"s banana plantation. But it must cross the main road somewhere. It doesn"t matter, we"re all right now. I mean to take it easy." MacWilliams turned on his back and stretched out his legs on the seat opposite.
"Where do you suppose those men sprang from? Were they following us all the time?"
"Perhaps, or else that message got over the wire before we cut it, and they"ve been lying in wait for us. They were probably watching King and his sailors for the last hour or so, but they didn"t want him.
They wanted her and the money. It was pretty exciting, wasn"t it?
How"s your shoulder?"
"It"s a little stiff, thank you," said Langham. He stood up and by peering over the hood could just see the top of Clay"s sombrero rising above it where he sat on the back seat.
"You and Hope all right up there, Clay?" he asked.
The top of the sombrero moved slightly, and Langham took it as a sign that all was well. He dropped back into his seat beside MacWilliams, and they both breathed a long sigh of relief and content. Langham"s wounded arm was the one nearest MacWilliams, and the latter parted the torn sleeve and examined the furrow across the shoulder with unconcealed envy.