CHAPTER XIV
The day came in dark with fog, which changed a little after noon to driving scud. The wind had gone around to the northeast and freshened steadily, driving the waves in from the sea in steep gray hills, quite different from anything Jeremy had before experienced. The sloop, under three reefs and a storm jib, began to make rough weather of it, staggering up and down the long slopes in an aimless, dizzy fashion that made Jeremy and Bob very unhappy. The poor young New Englander had to perform his regular tasks no matter how he felt within, but once the work was done he stumbled forward miserably and lay upon his bunk. Bob was too wretched to talk all day, and for the time at least cared very little whether he was rescued or keel-hauled.
Near nightfall Jeremy went aft to serve the Captain"s supper, and as he returned along the reeling wet deck in the gathering dark, he stopped a moment to look off to windward. The racing white tops of the waves gleamed momentarily and vanished. He was appalled at their height. While the little vessel surged along in the trough, great slopes of foam and black water rose on either beam, up and up like tossing hillsides. Then would come the staggering climb to the summit, and for a dizzy second the terrified lad, clinging to a shroud, could look for miles across the shifting valleys. Before he could catch his breath, the sloop pitched down the next declivity in a long, sickening sag, and rocked for a brief instant at the foot, her masts swaying in a great arc half across the sky. Then she began to ascend. Shivering and wide-eyed, the boy crept to his bunk, where he fell asleep at last to the sound of screaming wind and lashing water.
At dawn and all next day the gale swept down from the northeast unabated. The fo"c"s"le was thick with tobacco smoke and the wet reek of the crew, for only the steersman and the lookout would stay on deck.
Bob, somewhat recovered from his seasickness, lay wide-eyed in his bunk and heard such tales of plunder and savagery on the high seas as made his blood run cold. When Jeremy came dripping down the ladder, early that afternoon, he found the Delaware lad staring at Pharaoh Daggs with a look of positive terror. The buccaneer"s evil face was lit up by the rays of the smoky lantern, hung from a hook in one of the deck beams. He sat on the edge of the fo"c"s"le table, his heavy shoulders hunched and a long clay pipe in his teeth. "That night," he was saying, "four on us went an" cut Sol Brig down from where they"d hanged him. We got away, down to the sloop an" out to sea with him. I didn"t have no cause to love the old devil, but I"d ha" hated to have a ghost like his after me, so I lent a hand. We wrapped him up decent an" gave him sea-burial from his own deck, as he"d paced for thirty year. An" _then_," he said with a snarl and half-turning to face Jeremy, "we got them two boys on deck!
Both of "em said "twas the other as told, so we treated "em fair an"
alike. We stripped "em an" laid in deep with the cat till there wasn"t no white skin left above the waist. Then we sluiced "em with sea water.
When they could feel pain again, we stretched "em with rope an" windla.s.s till one died. T"other was a red-headed, tough young devil, an" took such a deal of it that we had to brain him with a handspike at the last."
Even the crew were silenced for a little by this recital. Jeremy and Bob shivered in their places, hardly daring to breathe. Then a Portuguese spoke from the corner, his greedy little black eyes glittering in his swarthy face.
"Where wa.s.s da Cap"n"s money--da gold "e "ada-not divide", eh?"
Daggs gave a little start and leaned forward scowling. "Who said he had any?" he asked savagely. "Sol Brig kept himself to himself. He never told secrets to any man aboard!" Then he turned and with a black frown at the two boys, climbed through the hatch into the howling smother outside.
Jeremy, always alert, saw one or two glances exchanged among the pirates before the interminable foul stream of fo"c"s"le talk resumed its course, but apparently the incident of the scarred man"s abrupt departure was soon forgotten.
As the storm continued, Bonnet and Herriot gave up their attempts to sail the _Royal James_ and contented themselves with keeping her afloat.
The gale was driving them southward at a good rate and they were not ungrateful as they reflected that it must have effectually put a stop to all pursuit. Toward night the wind went down a trifle, though the seas still ran in veritable mountain ranges. The dawn of the following day showed a clear sky to the north, and every prospect of fair weather.
Before breakfast all hands were set to shaking out reefs and tr.i.m.m.i.n.g sails, a task which the tossing of the sloop made unusually difficult.
New halyards had to be fitted in some places. Otherwise the vessel herself had suffered but little. The brig"s boat, towed astern all through the flight down the bay, had been swamped and cut loose on the first day of storm. However, as the _Royal James_ had two boats of her own lashed on deck, this was not considered a real loss.
When the sun was high enough, Herriot took his bearings, and gave the helmsman orders to keep her headed west, a point north. The sloop made a long beat of it to starboard, thrashing up all night and most of the following day, before she sighted the Virginia Capes. Slipping through under cover of darkness, Bonnet resumed his role of sober merchantman and sailed the _James_ up the Chesapeake under the British flag, with a fine air of honesty.
Jeremy and Bob regained their spirits as the low sh.o.r.es unrolled ahead and pa.s.sed astern, with an occasional glimpse of a plantation house or a village at the water"s edge. As every fresh estuary and arm of the bay opened on the bow, the lads hoped and expected that the sloop would enter. Bob thought the chances for escape or rescue would be much increased if they came to anchor in some harbor. Jeremy remembered the Captain"s half-promise to free him when they reached the Chesapeake, and although he would have been loth to part from his new friend, he felt that he might render him better service ash.o.r.e than in his company aboard the pirate.
It was two full days before the order was finally given to anchor. They had put into the mouth of a wide inlet far up on the Eastern sh.o.r.e, and Bonnet had her brought into the wind at a good distance from either side. The banks were high and wooded, and as far as the boys could see there was no sign of habitation anywhere about. Their minds were both busy planning some way of getting to land when Dave Herriot came up behind them and put a huge hand into the collar of each. "Come along below, lads," he said gruffly. They went, completely mystified, until the big sailing-master thrust them before him into the port gun deck.
Then Jeremy understood. The old-fashioned arrangement of iron bars called the "bilboes" was fastened to the bulkhead at the bow end of the alleyway. It had two or three sets of iron shackles chained to it and into the smallest pair of these, meant for the wrists of a grown victim, he locked an ankle of each of the boys.
"Ye"ll stay _there_ a while, till we sail again," Herriot remarked as he departed. The lads stared at each other, too glum to speak. Bob was pale with rage at what he considered a dishonor, while the Yankee boy"s heart was heavy as he thought of the opportunities for flight he had let slip on the voyage up the bay. Within half an hour after the anchor was dropped the young prisoners heard the creak of the davit blocks, and a moment later the splash of a boat taking water close to the nearest gun-port. Jeremy stretched as far as his chain would allow, and through a crevice saw four men start to row toward sh.o.r.e. There was some coa.r.s.e jesting and laughter on deck, then one of the crew sent a "Fare ye well, Bill!" after the departing gig. The hail was answered by the voice of the Jamaican, Curley. Half an hour later the boat returned, carrying only three. Jeremy, straining at his tether, made out that Curley was not one of them. He sat down, thoughtful. "Well, Bob," he said at last, "whether it"s about your ransom I can"t say, but Bill Curley"s been sent ash.o.r.e on some errand or other--and to be gone a while, too, I figure."
They could do little but wait for developments. It was something of a surprise to both when Bonnet"s voice was heard on the deck above, soon after, ordering the capstan manned. The anchor creaked up and to the rattle of blocks the sail was hoisted. They felt the sloop get under way once more. When one of the foremast hands brought them some biscuit and pork for supper, he told them it was Herriot"s orders that they be left in irons for the present at least, and added, in response to Jeremy"s query, that they were headed south under full canvas. The boys" thoughts were very bitter as they tried to make themselves comfortable on the bare planking. Fortunately, at their age it requires more than a hard bed to banish rest, and before the ship had made three sea-miles, care and bodily misery alike were forgotten in the heavy slumber of fatigue.
CHAPTER XV
Job Howland"s long legs, clad as they were in nothing more c.u.mbersome than a pair of under-breeches, made light work of hills and ravines as he held his way steadily up the Delaware sh.o.r.e. Like most of the sailors of that day, he had gone barefoot aboard ship since the beginning of the warm weather and his soles were so calloused that he hardly felt the need of shoes.
At a shack on a little cove, just before midday, he found several fishermen, to whom he applied for clothing. They had pity on his plight, fitted him out with a shirt, serviceable breeches and rough boots, and gave him, as well, as much biscuit and dried fish as he wished to carry.
Thus reinforced he continued to put the leagues behind him till night, when he slept under a convenient jack-pine. Early next morning he pushed on and came without further adventure to the little port of New Castle, just as the sun was setting.
Job had been in the town before and now went straight to the Red Hawk Tavern, a small place on the water-front that catered chiefly to seafaring men. The tavern-keeper, a brawny Swede, to whose blue eyes half the seamen that plied along the coast were familiar, held out a big hand to him as he entered. He had known the tall mariner when he had been on the Virginia bark before h.o.r.n.ygold had captured it and had had no news of him since. Job told him his whole story over a hot meal in the back room, and it is merely indicative of the public mind of that day that the big Swede had not the slightest compunction in sympathizing with him. Indeed, in most dockside resorts it was a common thing for pirates and honest seamen to fraternize with perfect goodwill. The innkeeper offered him a bed for the night, and next morning directed him to the governor"s house.
Delaware, a far smaller and less developed colony than her neighbors, Pennsylvania and Maryland, had, nevertheless, her own government, located at New Castle. The brick house of the King"s appointee was on the High Street--the most imposing building in the town, excepting the two churches. Job knocked at the door and was admitted by a colored servant in livery, who gave him a chair in the wide hall and asked him to wait there.
As the long Yankee fidgeted uncomfortably on the edge of his seat, he heard voices raised in a room opposite, the door of which was closed.
Some one, apparently growing angry, was saying:
"Good Gad, man, are we to sit idle and let these ruffianly thieves make off with our money--children--wives! One good man-o"-war could teach the scamps such a lesson as would scare half of "em off the seas! Why, if I"d had even a good culverin aboard the _Indian Queen_ last night, I"d have chased the beggars clear to Africa, an need were. Governor, you _must_ see this as we see it!"
There was a reply in a lower tone and a moment later the door opened for two gentlemen to come out. One was thin and pale and seemed a suave, cool fellow, Job thought. He was elegantly dressed in gray. His companion, larger and more strongly built, seemed to have become very red in the face from suppressed emotion. His linen ruffles were awry and his fists clenched as he emerged. Without looking at Job, he jammed his c.o.c.ked hat upon his head and strode out.
The man in gray turned to the waiting seaman and beckoned him into the room just vacated. Job, as cool and self-possessed as if he were loading his six-pounder under fire, told the story of his experiences aboard the pirate sloop, finishing with an account of the attempted flight with Jeremy, their recapture and his escape. The Governor listened gravely, starting once when the mariner named Captain Bonnet. At the end he nodded. "You shall have the pardon as ruled by the Crown," he said. "But there is another side to this affair. You say you slept at the Red Hawk. Was there no talk there of a boy stolen from the wharves late in the evening?" Job replied that he had gone to bed early and had breakfasted and left without hearing any gossip.
"From what you say," went on the Governor, "I should be ready to swear that the Captain Thomas, who proclaimed himself by that name in a tavern last night and later made off with the son of Clark Curtis, was the same man as your Stede Bonnet." Job hastened to relate the incident of the buccaneer"s crazed speech from the brig"s deck. He asked how the kidnapper had been described. The features tallied almost exactly with those of Stede Bonnet. In addition, the schooner, as half a dozen men would swear, had been painted black.
Thus satisfied that Bob Curtis was aboard the _Royal James_, the Governor wrote a formal pardon, stating that "Job Howland, late a pirate, having duly sworn his allegiance to his Majesty the King, and repented of all unlawful acts committed by him aforetime," was henceforward granted full release from the penalty of his crimes and was to be held an honest man during his good behavior. Then he took the seaman with him and pa.s.sed quickly down to one of the larger warehouses by the dockside.
Standing in the doorway were the red-faced gentleman whom Job had seen that morning and a large man in sea boots, easily recognized as a ship"s officer. To the rather cool greeting of the former the Governor returned a cheerful nod as they came up. "Look here now, Curtis," he said, "I can"t spare those cannon, and that"s flat, but to show that I mean well by you, I"ve brought a man whom you may find of some use. Tell him your story, Howland."
The tale was repeated, to the intense interest of its two new hearers.
"By Gad," cried Mr. Curtis, slapping his thigh, as the seaman finished, "that"s a clue worth having! We know who the scoundrel is, at least, and, of course, he"ll be sure to head for Carolina. Bonnet couldn"t keep away from that coast for more than six months if his life depended upon it. Howland, if you care to ship again, I"ll make you gun-pointer aboard the _Indian Queen_ here. You say you want nothing better than to get a crack at the pirate. We"ll make what preparations we can and get off at once. This young friend of yours--about Bob"s age he must be--well, I"m glad my boy"s got company! Let"s get to work aboard here now."
Job fell to with a good will helping the _Indian Queen"s_ crew get her ready for an encounter with the pirates. She carried only two light serpentine cannon of an ancient make, far below the standard necessary to combat a well-armed schooner like the _Royal James_. There were no other ships in the harbor carrying guns, however, and it was over the matter of procuring an armament that Curtis had had words with the Governor. There were six good culverins mounted in the fort below the town. The planter had wished to borrow them to fit out his vessel, urging that it was a matter of concern to the whole colony. To this the Governor replied that with the port stripped of defences it would be possible for a pirate fleet to enter and plunder without difficulty, while Curtis"s ship was careering over the seven seas on a wild-goose chase. Naturally the personal element in the affair blinded Curtis to the truth in this argument. However, with the advent of Job Howland and the news he bore, all differences were forgotten. The planter and ship-owner now needed thorough, rather than hurried, preparation. He sent his overseer on horseback to Philadelphia to arrange for the purchase of guns, and put all the available carpenters and shipwrights to work on the _Queen_, strengthening the improvised gun decks and cutting the rows of ports.
The northeast gale that sprang up next day put a temporary stop to these activities and gave Job an opportunity to get himself some decent clothes and hobn.o.b a while with his friend the Swede. The whole waterfront was agog with the news of the kidnapping, and everywhere the tall New Englander went he was surrounded by a knot of questioning seamen. Several coasting-skippers, whose vessels lay ready-loaded at the wharves, decided to put off sailing until some news should indicate that the Bay was clear.
When the storm had blown itself out the artisans again set to work on the big East Indiaman. Job, who had learned the science of gunnery under good masters, supervised the placing of every porthole with reference to ease and safety in firing as well as to the effectiveness of a broadside. He had a section of the deck forward of the capstan reinforced stoutly to bear the weight of a bow-chaser, on which he placed some dependence in case of a running fight.
It was about six days later, in the first week of August, when two men came into New Castle from different directions, one on horseback, the other on foot. The first of these was Curtis"s overseer, returned from the larger colony up the Bay, and bringing the good news that a score of cannon were lying on the dock at the foot of Market Street, in Philadelphia, ready to be shipped aboard the _Queen_ as soon as she was put in shape.
The other was a sour-looking man of middle height, lean and darkly sallow, dressed in good sea clothes somewhat worn. He slipped through the trees into a lane that led toward the wharves. Coming un.o.btrusively into the Red Hawk Tavern at a little after 7 o"clock in the evening, he asked for a pint of rum, paid for it, and began to talk politely to the Swede. Job was eating his supper in one corner. He started when the man entered, but made no exclamation, and shading his face from the light, continued to watch him narrowly. It was his old shipmate, Bill Curley, the Jamaican. The pirate finished his rum and giving the barkeep a civil "Good-night," pa.s.sed out into the ill-lighted street. When he was gone Job rose and stepped to the bar. "Quick, Nels," he whispered, "what did he ask you? He"s one of Bonnet"s crew!" The Swede replied that he had inquired the way to Clarke Curtis"s house. Job was armed with a good pistol. He made sure it was primed and then set out up the street, keeping a careful lookout.
Soon he detected the figure of the Jamaican in the gloom ahead, and followed it, keeping out of earshot. The man went straight up High Street to the town residence of the planter. There were tall shrubs in the yard and he waited behind one of these, apparently reconnoitering.
Then he stooped, took off his shoes, and carrying them in one hand, advanced and pinned a piece of paper to the door. Turning, he made his way back to the gate and once on the soft earth of the road, started to run in the direction from which he had come. This brought him, in fifty yards, face to face with a pistol muzzle, the b.u.t.t of which was held by his old friend, Job Howland. He stopped in his tracks and at the big Yankee"s command held both arms above his head. Job jammed the nose of his weapon against Curley"s breastbone and searched him without a word.
Having removed a long dirk and a pistol from the Jamaican"s waistband, he ordered him to face about and walk back to the planter"s house. When they arrived there, Job took down the paper from the door and knocked loudly. A negro boy, scared almost into fits at the sight of the drawn pistol, led the way into his master"s room.
Curtis rose with an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of surprise and heard Job"s brief account of the events leading to Curley"s capture. Then he took the paper and read it, alternately frowning and exclaiming. As he finished, he pa.s.sed it to the New Englander. It was a letter neatly drawn up and written in Stede Bonnet"s even, refined hand.
Aboard Sloop _Royal James,_ now in an Inlet near the Head of the Chesapeake Bay.
To Mr. Clarke Curtis. Esq.
of New Castle, in the Delaware Colony.
Sir:
Having now aboard us and in safe custody your son Robert Curtis, we offer you the following terms for his release and safe return to you. Namely, to wit:
First, that you shall make no attempt to attack us in an armed vessel, or otherwise to employ force upon us.
Second, that you shall send a single man, carrying or otherwise bringing, provided he is alone, a sum in gold amounting to 5,000 pounds sterling.