"What, to come back with the said knives, and kill you all when we"re gone!"
"They will not come back if you take away the scoundrels who led them on," said Don sharply.
"How do you know?" said the officer good-humouredly.
"Because," said Don, colouring, "I have been living a good deal with them, both with a friendly tribe and as a prisoner."
"And they did not eat you?" said the officer laughing.
"There, Mas" Don," whispered Jem, "hear that?"
"I think you are right, youngster," continued the officer, "and I shall do so. Mr Dillon, bring up the prisoners."
This was to a master"s mate, who led off a guard, and returned with the captives bound hands behind, and the Maoris looking sullen and haughty, while the three whites appeared at their very worst--a trio of the most vile, unkempt scoundrels possible to see.
They were led to the front, scowling at every one in turn, and halted in front of the officer, who, after whispering to the master"s mate, gave orders to one of the seamen. This man pulled out his great jack knife, opened it, and being a bit of a joker, advanced toward the Maoris, grinding his teeth and rolling his eyes.
The savages saw his every act, and there was a slight tremor that seemed to run through them all; but the next instant they had drawn themselves up stern and defiant, ready to meet their fate at the seaman"s knife.
"No, no. No, pakeha. No kill," said a deep angry voice; and as every one turned, Ngati stalked forward as if to defend his enemies.
But at the same moment the man had cut the first Maori"s bands, and then went on behind the rank, cutting the line that bound seven, who stood staring wildly.
The next minute a seaman came along bearing a sheaf of spears, which he handed, one by one, to the astonished savages, while their wonder reached its height, as the master"s mate presented to each a knife, such as were brought for presents to the natives.
"Now," said the officer, addressing them, "I don"t understand you, and I don"t suppose you understand my words; but you do my deeds. Then, in the king"s name, you are free; and if you ever take any English prisoners, I hope you will behave as well to them as we have behaved to you. There, go."
He finished by pointing away to the north; but instead of going they stood staring till Ngati came forward, and said a few words in their own tongue.
The effect was electric; they all shouted, brandished their spears, danced wildly, and ended by throwing down their weapons before the officer, seizing him by the arms, and rubbing noses with him.
He submitted laughingly till the Maoris picked up their spears, and stood looking on, apparently quite satisfied that they were safe.
"Here, hi, Jack!" cried a hoa.r.s.e brutal voice. "Look sharp, we want to get rid of these cords; where"s your knife?"
"Wait a little while, my friends," said the officer sarcastically; "as soon as we get to the ship, you shall have them changed for irons."
"Whorrt!" cried Mike.
"We were out in search of three convicts who murdered a couple of the guard, and escaped from Norfolk Island in a boat. I have fallen upon you by accident, and I have you safe."
"Norfolk Island! Where"s Norfolk Island, mate?" said Mike coolly.
"Never heard o" no such place," said his vilest-looking companion, gruffly.
"Memory"s short, perhaps," said the officer.
"But convicts; we"re not convicts," growled Mike.
"Gentlemen, p"r"aps, on your travels?"
"Yes, that"s it," said Mike with effrontery.
"Ah! Well then, I shall have to take you on beard His Majesty"s ship _Vixen_, where you will probably be hung at the yard-arm for inciting the ignorant Maoris to attack peaceful settlers. Forward, my lads!"
"Here stop!" roared Mike with a savage grin.
"What for?" said the officer sternly.
"Arn"t you going to take them, too?"
"Take whom--the Maoris? No; but for you they would have let these people be in peace. Forward!"
"No, no; I mean them two," said Mike savagely, as he pointed--"them two: Don Lavington and Jem Wimble."
"Halt!" cried the officer. "Do you know these men?" he said suspiciously.
"There, I told you so, Mas" Don," whispered Jem. "I know that man,"
said Don firmly. "I only know the others by their making us prisoners out in the bush."
"Where did you know him?" said the officer--"Norfolk Island?"
"No, sir; at Bristol. He worked as labourer in my uncle"s yard."
"That"s right enough," said Mike; "and him and Jem Wimble was pressed, and went to sea."
"Ay, ay!" said the officer quickly.
"And they deserted, and took to the bush."
"Hah!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the officer. "From the sloop of war. The captain asked us to keep an eye open for two lads who had deserted."
"Hor--hor--hor!" laughed Mike maliciously; "and now you"ve got "em; Mr Gentleman Don and Master Jemmy Wimble."
"If your hands warn"t tied," cried Jem fiercely, "I"d punch your ugly head!"
"Is this true, young man?" said the officer sternly. "Did you desert from His Majesty"s sloop?"
Don was silent for a moment, and then stepped forward boldly.
"Yes!" he said.
"Ah, Mas" Don, you"ve done it now," whispered Jem.
"I was cruelly seized, beaten, and dragged away from my home, and Jem here from his young wife. On board ship we were ill-used and persecuted; and I"m not ashamed to own it, I did leave the ship."
"Yes, and so did I!" said Jem stoutly.
"Humph! Then I"m afraid you will have to go with me as prisoners!" said the officer.