The tattooed Englishman shouted something to the men busy on the ship, and they unwillingly left the deck, slipped down into their canoe, and this led off, followed by the first cutter.
"Give way, my lads!" said the lieutenant; "and mind this: there must be no straying off in any shape whatever--that is, if we land. These fellows seem friendly, but we are only a few among hundreds, and I suppose you know what your fate would be if they got the upper hand."
"Make tattooed chiefs of us seemingly, sir," said Jem.
"Or hot joints," said the officer laconically. "Ready there with that lead."
The men rowed steadily on after the first canoe, and the man with the lead kept on making casts, but getting no bottom except at an excessive depth, as they went on, the scene growing more beautiful as each point was pa.s.sed. The other canoes followed, and a curious thrill ran through Don, as he felt how helpless they would be if the savages proved treacherous, for the boat and her crew could have been overpowered at once; and the lieutenant was evidently uneasy, as he saw that they were taken right round to the back of a small island, gradually losing sight of the ship.
But he had his duty to do, and keeping a strict watch, after pa.s.sing the word to his men to have their arms ready, he made them row on, with the lead going all the time.
It was a curious experience, and Don"s heart beat as he thought of the possibility of escaping from the boat, and taking to the sh.o.r.e, wondering the while what would be the consequences. The man in the leading canoe was evidently well treated, and quite one in authority; and if they landed and joined these people, why should not he and Jem become so too?
These were a few of the pa.s.sing thoughts suggested by the novelty and beauty of the place, which seemed ten times more attractive to those who had been for months cooped up on shipboard; but the toil in which he was engaged kept Don from taking more than a casual glance ash.o.r.e.
Bosun Jones sat at the tiller side by side with the lieutenant, and sc.r.a.ps of their conversation reached Don"s ears.
"Well, sir," said the former, "as you say, we"re out of the reach of the sloop"s guns; but if anything happens to us, we may be sure that the captain will take pretty good revenge."
"And a deal of good that will do us, Jones," said the lieutenant. "I believe that scoundrel is leading us into a trap."
"If he is, sir, I hope for one chance at him," said the boatswain; "I don"t think I should miss my man."
The leading canoe went on for quite a quarter of a mile after they had pa.s.sed out of sight of the ship, the cutter following and taking soundings all the way, till they seemed to be quite shut in by high land, and the water was as smooth as a lake.
There, about five hundred yards from the sh.o.r.e, the canoe stopped, and almost at the same moment the water shallowed, so that the man in the bows got soundings in ten fathoms; directly after, nine; then eight; and eight again, at which depth the water seemed to remain.
"Come, that"s honest leading!" said the lieutenant, brightening; "as snug a berth as a ship could be in. Why, Jones, what a position for a port!"
"This do, sir?" shouted the tattooed Englishman. "You"ll be quite in shelter here, and the water keeps the same right up to the sh.o.r.e."
A few more soundings were taken, and then the boat returned to the ship, which made her way in and anch.o.r.ed before night, with the canoes hanging about, and some of the chiefs eagerly besieging the gangway to be allowed on deck. But special precautions were taken; sentries were doubled; and, as if feeling that the fate of all on board depended upon his stringent regulations, the captain only allowed about half-a-dozen of the savage-looking people to come on board at a time.
By a little management Don had contrived that Jem should have the hammock next to his; and that night, with the soft air playing in through the open port-hole, they listened to the faint sounds on sh.o.r.e, where the savages were evidently feasting, and discussed in a whisper the possibility of getting away.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
AN INVITATION.
It seemed to Don that the object of the captain in coming to New Zealand was to select and survey portions of the coast for a new settlement; and for the next few days well-armed boat parties were out in all directions sounding, and in two cases making short journeys inland.
"I say," said Jem one morning, as he and Don stood gazing over the side of the ship at the verdant sh.o.r.es.
"Well, Jem, what do you say?"
"Has that ugly-looking chap Ramsden been telling tales about us?"
"I don"t know; why?"
"Because here"s a fortnight we"ve been at anchor, and since the first day neither of us has been out in a boat."
"Hasn"t been our turn, Jem."
"Well, p"r"aps not, sir; but it do seem strange. Just as if they thought we should slip away."
"And I suppose we"ve given up all such thoughts as that now."
"Oh, have we?" said Jem sarcastically; and then there was silence for a time, till Jem, who had been watching the steam rise from the little island about a quarter of a mile away, exclaimed, "Wonder what"s being cooked over yonder, Mas" Don. I know; no, I don"t. Thought it was washing day, but it can"t be, for they don"t hardly wear any clothes."
"It"s volcanic steam, Jem. Comes out of the earth."
"Get along with you, Mas" Don. Don"t get spinning yarns."
"I"m telling you the truth, Jem."
"Are you, sir? Well, p"r"aps it"s what you think is the truth, I say, arn"t it lovely out here? How I should like to have a cottage just on that there point, and my Sally to keep it tidy. Hullo! What"s up?"
The boatswain"s shrill pipe was heard just then, and a boat"s crew was summoned to take an exploring party ash.o.r.e.
To Don"s great delight, he and Jem formed part of the boat"s crew; and at last he felt that he was to see something of the beautiful place, which grew more attractive every time he scanned the coast.
This time the captain was going to land; and, as the men were provided with axes, it seemed that they were about to make their way into the woods.
The natives had been most friendly, bringing off and receiving presents; but, all the same, no precautions were omitted to provide for the safety of the ship and crew.
It was a glorious morning, with hardly a breath of wind stirring, and the savages were lolling about on the sh.o.r.e. Their canoes were run up on the sands, and there was an aspect of calm and repose everywhere that seemed delightful.
But the boat"s crew had little time given them for thinking. The captain and a midshipman of about Don"s age took their places in the stern sheets, Bosun Jones seized the tiller, the word was given, the oars splashed the water simultaneously, and the boat sped over the calm surface of the transparent sea, sending the shoals of fish darting away.
The boat"s head was set in quite a fresh direction, and she was run ash.o.r.e a little way from the mouth of a rushing river, whose waters came foaming down through blocks of pumice and black ma.s.ses of volcanic stone.
As the boat"s head touched the sh.o.r.e, the men leaped over right and left, and dragged her a short distance up the black glistening heavy sand, so that the captain could land dry-shod.
Then preparations were made, arms charged, and Bosun Jones gave Don a friendly nod before turning to the captain.
"Will you have this lad, sir, to carry a spare gun for you?"
"Yes," said the captain; "a good plan;" and Don"s eyes sparkled. "No,"
said the captain the next moment; "he is only a boy, and the walking will be too hard for him. Let him and another stay with the boat."
Don"s brow clouded over with disappointment, but it cleared a little directly after as he found that Jem was to be his companion; and as the party marched off toward where the forest came down nearly to the sea, they, in obedience to their orders, thrust the boat off again, climbed in, and cast out her grapnel a few fathoms from the sh.o.r.e.
"I am disappointed," said Don, after they had sat in the boat some time, watching their companions till they had disappeared.
"Oh, I dunno, Mas" Don; we"ve got some beef and biscuit, and somewhere to sit down, and nothing to do. They, poor fellows, will come back hot and tired out."