"Did you not see symptoms of life somewhere?" asked Sam, as he stood beside Stumps, and looked earnestly round.
"Yes, I did, but I don"t now--O yes! there it is again. Give way, Slagg, give way. There!"
The raft was soon alongside of the moving object. It was the body of the gallant sailor who had fought so well that day. His limbs were still fast bound, excepting one arm, with which now and then he struck out feebly, as if trying to swim. Lying on his back his mouth and nose were above water.
"Gently, gently, boys," said Robin, as they lifted the head out of the water and slowly drew the shoulders up; "now, a good heave and--that"s it."
The body slid heavily on the raft, and the motion seemed to rouse the seaman"s spirit, for he uttered a faint cheer, while they knelt round him, and tried in various ways to restore him to consciousness.
"Hurrah for old England!" he cried presently, in an imbecile manner, making an abortive effort to lift his loose arm; "never say die-- s"long"s there"s--a shok in th" lotter."
"Well done, old salt.w.a.ter!" cried Slagg, unable to restrain a laugh; "you"ll live to fight yet, or I"m mistaken."
There was indeed some prospect that the poor fellow would recover, for, after a short time, he was able to gaze at his rescuers with an intensity of surprise that betokened the return not only of consciousness but of reason.
"Well, well," he said, after gazing around for some time in silence as he lay with his head supported on the sail, "I s"pose it"s all right, and I"ll wake up all square in the mornin", but it"s out o" sight the most comical dream I"ve had since I was a babby. I only hope it"ll take a pleasanter turn if it"s agoin" to continue."
With this philosophical reflection the sailor shut his eyes, and disposed himself to sleep until the period of real waking should arrive.
Thinking this the best thing he could do in the circ.u.mstances, his rescuers turned to examine whether any of the others had survived the explosion, but, finding that all were dead or had sunk, they returned to the land.
Here, after securing the raft, they made a sort of litter, with the sail spread on the oar and a plank, on which they carried the sailor to the sheltered spot whence they had witnessed the fight. As the poor man had by that time fallen into a genuine slumber--which appeared to be dreamless--he was left under the care of Stumps and Slagg, while Sam and Robin went off to ascertain whether or not the island was inhabited.
"We will go straight up to the highest point at once, so as to get a bird"s-eye view of it," said Sam. "I can"t help thinking that it must be inhabited, for these scoundrels would not care to land, I should fancy, unless there was some one to rob."
"It may be so, Sam. But if they had come to rob, don"t you think they would not have returned to their ship without captives or booty?"
"There is something in that, Robin. Come; we shall see."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
STRANGE DISCOVERIES ON PIRATE ISLAND.
On reaching the first rising-ground that lay before them, Robin and his friend received a great disappointment, for, instead of a richly wooded country, which the coast scenery where they landed had led them to expect, they found an exceedingly barren region, as far, at least, as the next ridge in advance.
"No use to go further," said Sam, despondingly; "nothing but barren rocks and a few scrubby bushes here. Evidently there are no inhabitants, for it would be almost impossible to live on such a place."
"But it may be better further inland," said Robin. "I can"t think that the pirates would come here for nothing. At all events let us go to the next ridge."
Without replying, Sam followed Robin, but the next ridge revealed nothing more hopeful. Indeed the prospect thence was, if possible, more depressing, for it was seen that the island was small, that its sides were so steep all round, as far as the eye could reach, that there was apparently no landing-place except at the spot where they had been driven on sh.o.r.e. The elevated interior seemed as barren as the circ.u.mference, and no neighbouring island was to be seen in all the wide field of vision. The only living creatures visible were innumerable sea-birds which circled round the cliffs, and which, on espying the intruders, came clamouring overhead, as if to order them angrily away.
"Having come thus far we may as well go to the top and have a look all round," said Robin, "and see--here is something like a track worn on the rock." Sam"s drooping spirits revived at once. He examined the track carefully and p.r.o.nounced it a "human" track. "The sea-gulls could not make it, Robin. Goats, sheep, and cows cannot live without gra.s.s, therefore it was not made by them. A track is not usually worn on hard rock by the pa.s.sage of pirates only once or twice over them. There is mystery here, Robin. Come on!"
It will be observed that Robin"s spirit was more hopeful than that of his friend, nevertheless Sam being physically more energetic, was, when not depressed, p.r.o.ne to take the lead. He walked smartly forward therefore, followed humbly by his friend, and they soon reached what proved to be the summit of the island.
Here supreme astonishment was the chief ingredient in their feelings, for they stood on the edge of a slope, at the foot of which, as in a basin, lay what seemed to be a small cultivated garden in the midst of a miniature valley covered with trees and shrubs, through which a tiny rivulet ran. This verdant little gem was so hemmed in by hills that it could not be seen from the sea or any low part of the island. But what surprised the discoverers most was the sight of an old woman, bent nearly double, who was busily at work in the garden. Not far from her was an old man, who, from his motions while at work, appeared to be blind. Their costume being nondescript, besides ragged, did not betoken their nationality.
Sam and Robin glanced at each other in silence, then turned to have another gaze at the scene.
"We"ve found," said Sam, slowly and impressively, "a robber"s nest!"
"D"you think so, Sam?"
"Think so! I"m sure of it. Just think. There is nothing on such an island as this to attract any one at all--much less robbers or pirates-- except the fact that it _is_ unattractive, and, apparently, far removed from the haunts of honest men. Depend upon it, Robin, that the pirates whom we saw have made this their head-quarters and place of deposit for their booty--their bank as it were, for it"s too small for their home; besides, if it were such, we should see a colony of women and children.
No--this is the great Pirate Bank of the Southern Seas, and yonder we behold the secretary and cashier!"
"And what," said Robin with a laugh, "if there should be a few clerks in the bank? We might perhaps find them troublesome fellows to deal with."
"We might, Robin. Would it not be wise to return and let Slagg and Stumps know what we have discovered, and take counsel together before we act."
"Agreed," said Robin. "Isn"t it strange though," he added, as they turned to retrace their steps, "that there are no buildings of any kind--only a little garden."
"It is somewhat puzzling, I confess, but we shall--"
He stopped abruptly, and stood rooted to the ground, for there, on a rock in front of him, with her light, graceful figure, and flowing golden hair, pictured against the blue sky, stood a little girl, apparently about six or seven years of age--an angel as it seemed to the amazed youths!
She had caught sight of the strangers at the very moment they had observed her, and stood gazing at them with a half eager, half terrified look in her large l.u.s.trous eyes.
With a sudden and irresistible impulse Robin extended his arms towards her. She made a little run towards him, then stopped, and the look of fear again came over her beautiful face. Robin was afraid to advance lest he should frighten her. So, with an earnest look and smile, he said, "Come here, little one."
She answered the invitation by bounding towards our hero and clasping him round the neck, causing him to sit down rather abruptly on a rock which lay conveniently behind.
"Oh! I"m so glad you"ve come at last!" said the child, in English so good that there could be no question as to her nationality. "I was quite sure mamma would send to fetch me away from this tiresome place, but you"ve been so long of coming--so very _very_ long."
The thought of this, and perhaps the joy of being "sent for" at last, caused her to sob and bury her face in Robin"s sympathetic bosom.
"Cheer up, little one, and don"t cry," said Robin, pa.s.sing his hand over her sunny hair, "your Father, at all events, has sent for you, if not your mother."
"I have no father," said the child, looking up quickly.
"Yes you have, little one; G.o.d is your father."
"Did _He_ send you to fetch me?" she asked in surprise.
"I have not the smallest doubt," answered Robin, "that He sent us to take care of you, and take you to your mother if that be possible. But tell me, little one, what is your name?"
"Letta."
"And your surname?"
"My what!" exclaimed Letta, opening her large eyes to their widest, causing both Sam and Robin to laugh.
"Your other name, dear," said Sam.
"I have no other name. Mamma always called me Letta--nothing else."