"How can I tell?"
"Bone of a man"s leg, Mas" Don; and he killed the man whose bone it was."
"How do you know?"
"Why, Tomati telled me."
"Yes, but it might not be true; perhaps the man was boasting."
Don was wearied out with a long day"s work, and soon dropped off asleep, to be roused up by the men to take the morning watch.
Jem and he rolled unwillingly out of their hammocks, and went on deck, to find all dark; and soon after, cold and uncomfortable, they were leaning over the bulwarks together, talking as they scanned the smooth black sea, and the faint outlines of forest and mountain along the silent sh.o.r.e.
"This is what I hate in being a sailor," grumbled Jem. "No sooner have you got comfortably off to sleep, and begun giving your mind to it, than you"re roused up to keep some watch."
"Yes, it is wearisome, Jem."
"Wearisome"s nothing to it. I was dreaming, Mas" Don, when they routed us up."
"So was I, Jem."
"What was you dreaming about, Mas" Don?"
"Home."
"Hah!" said Jem, with a sigh; "so was I. Wonder what my Sally"s doing now."
"Sitting down to tea, Jem."
"What! In the middle of the night?"
"It"s the middle of the afternoon now, perhaps, Jem, on the other side of the world."
"Dessay it is, sir, if you says so; but I never can understand that kind of talk. Say, my lad, how dark it is! Why if four or five of those great war canoes liked to come out now, with a lot of fighting men aboard, they could take this here ship before we could cry Jack Robinson. Look yonder. Isn"t that one stealing out from behind that island?"
"No, Jem; I see nothing but shadow."
"Then p"r"aps it arn"t; but I"m always thinking I see "em coming out full of men."
"Fancy, Jem."
"So it is, I s"pose. Know how long we"re going to stop here, Mas" Don?"
"No, Jem. Getting tired of it?"
"Tired? Ay, lad. I want to go home."
That morning, about a couple of hours after the watch had been relieved, Don was on deck, when he saw one of the long war canoes, with its hideously carved prow and feather-decorated occupants, come sweeping along close to the sh.o.r.e and dash right away at great speed.
"Wish we was in her," sighed a voice at his ear.
Don turned sharply, to find Jem gazing longingly after the flashing paddles of the canoe, one of which was waved at him as they pa.s.sed.
"What for, Jem?"
"To get away from here, Mas" Don. Wish you"d alter your mind. I want to see my Sally once more."
"Here, you two! This way," said a severe voice; and the stern-looking master came up. "This way. The captain wants a word with both of you."
"The captain?" began Don, as his old trouble flashed into his mind.
"That will do. Now then, this way," said the master sternly; and he led them to the quarter-deck, where the captain was standing, with a couple of the officers by his side, and, a little distance in front, Ramsden, the sinister-looking seaman who, since the night they were pressed, had always seemed to bear the two Bristolians ill-will.
Don and Jem saluted, and stood before their officer, who looked them over searchingly, his eyes resting on theirs in a fierce, penetrating way that was far from pleasant.
Then, turning from them contemptuously, he signed to Ramsden to come forward.
"Now," he said sharply, "repeat what you told me just now."
"Yes, sir. I had to go below yes"day evening when, as I was going along "tween the "ammocks, I hears the word _desert_ and I was that took aback, sir, I--"
"Ah! You are the sort of man who would be took aback on hearing such a word," said the first lieutenant, with a sneer.
"Yes, sir," said Ramsden.
"Let him speak," said the captain, scowling to hide a smile.
"Soon as I heard that word _desert_, I felt stopped short like; and then I heard voices making plans for going ash.o.r.e."
"What did they say?"
"Can"t rec"lect what they said exactly, sir; only as one talked about a boat, and the other about a canoe. It was Lavington as asked about the canoe; and just now, sir, they was watching a canoe that went by, and they exchanged signals."
"Yes, I saw them watching that canoe," said the captain, fixing his eyes on Jem.
"Yes, sir; and one of the chiefs waved a paddle to them."
The captain nodded, and Ramsden was going on with his charge, when he was stopped.
"That will do, my man," said the captain; "I know quite enough. Now look here," he continued, turning to Don and Jem, "I am compelled to believe what this man says, for I saw enough to corroborate his testimony; but I will give you an opportunity for defending yourselves.
Is what he says true?"
Don"s lips parted to say it was only about half true; but a feeling of agonised shame checked his words. There was too much truth in it for him to make a bold denial, so he remained silent; and Jem, taking his cue from his companion, was silent too.
"Come," said the captain, "I like that. There is honesty in it, my lads; and as you are both young, and pressed men, I will not be so severe as I might for such an offence as yours."
"Didn"t commit no offence," said Jem st.u.r.dily.
"Silence, sir! Now then, you know, I suppose, that though we are living a peaceful life out here, these are war times, and the punishment of deserters is--death."