"He wished me to translate Senor Suarez"s explanation of another smoke signal," she answered.
"Oh, was that all?"
"Practically all."
"He told you himself, I suppose, that he wished you to stay here."
"He did more. He drove me away."
"Against your will?"
"No. Am I not one of the ship"s company? Is he not the centurion? He says to this woman, Go, and she goeth, nor does she stand upon the order of her going. Oh, please don"t look at me as if I were cracked.
Surely one may mingle the Bible and Shakespeare in an emergency?"
"One may also tear linen sheets into strips," said Christobal, gravely.
Elsie"s quip had saved the situation. He attributed her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes to the fever of the threatened fight.
She applied herself eagerly to the task. Already the fume and agony of vain regret were striving to conquer the ecstasy which had flooded her whole being. She remembered that pa.s.sionate longing to be clasped in Courtenay"s arms which she experienced when she saw him in the canoe, and now, after draining to the dregs the cup of bitterness she had forced on herself during these later days, here she was, ready as ever to quaff the love potion. Poor Elsie! She longed for the waters of Lethe; haply they are denied to young women with live blood in their veins.
Courtenay, meanwhile, was examining the advancing flotilla. His brain was conning each detail of the Alaculof array, but his heart was whispering gladly:
"In another moment you would have kissed her and told her you loved her. You know you would, so don"t deny it! Ah! kissed her, and held her to your breast!"
So Suarez spoiled a pretty bit of romance by his ruffling agitation over some bawl of savage frenzy, for Courtenay, of course, would have laughed away the girl"s protests that she was usurping another woman"s place. It was really a pity that the man from Argentina had not found something else to occupy his mind at that precise juncture in the affairs of two young people who were obviously mated by the discriminating G.o.ds. A good deal of suffering and heartburning would then have been avoided; but perhaps it was just the whim of fate that the captain"s love affair should follow the irregular course mapped out for his ship, and the _Kansas_ was not yet re-launched on the ocean high-road to London, no, not by any manner of means.
In fact, if the confident demeanor of the paddling warriors in the canoes were destined to be justified, the big steamer was in parlous state. Her vast bulk and sheer walls of steel did not daunt them.
They came on steadily against the rapid current, and spread out into a crescent when within a few hundred yards of the ship. Then three men, crouching in the bows of different canoes, produced rifles. .h.i.therto invisible and began to shoot. The bullets ricochetted across the ripples, and Courtenay saw that the savages did not understand the sighting appliances. They were aiming point-blank at the vessel, in so far as they could be said to aim at anything, and the low trajectory caused the first straight shot to rebound from the surface of the water and strike a plate amidships. The loud clang of the metal was hailed by the Alaculofs with shouts of delight. Probably they had no fixed idea of the distance the tiny projectiles would carry. Joey began to bark furiously, and the Indians imitated him. The hammer-like blow of the bullet, the defiance of the dog, and the curiously accurate yelping of the men in the canoes, mixed in wild medley with the volleyed echoes of the firing now rolled back from the opposing cliffs. In such wise did the battle open. Courtenay, more amused than anxious, did not silence the terrier, and Joey"s barking speedily rose to a shrill and breathless hysteria. Some savage, more skilled than his fellows, reproduced this falsetto with marvelous exactness. There never was a death struggle heralded by such grotesque humor; it might have been a tragedy of marionettes, a Dutch concert on the verge of the pit.
The long-range firing was kept up for several minutes, much to Courtenay"s relief, as Suarez was certain that the Indians" stock of cartridges did not amount to more than four hundred at the utmost. The canoes crept gradually nearer, and bullets began to strike the ship frequently. One glanced off a davit and shattered a couple of windows in the chart-house. This incident aroused even greater enthusiasm than the first blow of the attack. There was renewed activity among the paddle wielders. Two canoes were not fifty yards from the most southerly floating mine. Courtenay commenced to haul in the slack of one among the half-dozen thin cords: he turned to tell Suarez to be ready for the duty which had been entrusted to him, when his glance happened to travel towards the mouth of the bay.
Then he learnt the significance of that column of smoke on the northern point. A fleet of at least forty canoes was advancing on the ship from the sea. Tide and paddles were swinging the small craft along at a spanking pace. They were already much nearer the vessel than the first batch of Indians, who had very cleverly contrived to enlist the attention of the defenders while the real attack was developing without let or hindrance. It was a smart ruse, worthy of a race of higher attainments than the tribe which is ranked lowest in the human scale.
During long days of patient watching, they had probably estimated to a nicety the number of men on board. They reasoned that a show of force to the south would draw all eyes from the north, and the stronger squadron of canoes might be enabled to run under the bows of the ship so speedily and quietly that the occupants of the leading craft, men who could climb like monkeys, stood some chance of gaining the deck un.o.bserved. That this was their design was proved by the abstention of the newcomers from firing or stone-slinging. They were gathering with the speed and silence of vultures.
Two mines protected the front of the _Kansas_, and several canoes had pa.s.sed them. Indeed, Courtenay soon found that some of the a.s.sailants were already screened by the ship"s bows, but the larger number were cl.u.s.tered thickly round Tollemache"s infernal machines. It was well that a cool-headed sailor was called on to deal with this emergency.
The captain of the _Kansas_ even smiled as he appreciated the full meaning of the trick which his adversaries had tried to play on him, and the man who smiles in the face of danger is one to be depended on.
The six cords were numbered. He dropped No. 2, which he was holding, and seized Nos. 4 and 5. He drew them in, hand over hand, as rapidly as possible, but careful not to sacrifice a smooth tension to undue hurry. In a few seconds two deafening reports split the air, the gla.s.s front of the chart-house shook, pieces of the broken panes rattled on the floor, several sc.r.a.ps of iron, bolts, nuts and heavy nails fell on the decks and hatches, and a tremendous hubbub of yells came from the main body of Indians. A couple of heavily charged dynamite bombs had burst in their midst, dealing death and destruction over a wide area.
Several canoes near the floating platforms were torn asunder and sank, while men were killed or wounded out of all proportion to the number of craft disabled.
Courtenay at once picked up the governing cord of the mine which he was about to fire in the first instance. He felt that the Alaculof flotilla would act in future on the "once bitten twice shy" principle where those innocent-looking little poles showed above sea level, and he must strike fierce blows while the opportunity served. The nine canoes on the south were not cl.u.s.tered around the bomb in the same manner as the others, but they were near enough to sustain heavy loss, and their affrighted crews had ceased to ply their paddles. So he fired that sh.e.l.l also, and had the satisfaction of seeing two more of the frail craft capsize.
He heard the crash of bullets against the ship"s sides; a volley of stones smashed several more panes of stout gla.s.s; many arrows were embedded in the woodwork: but he calmly pulled another cord, and blew a single loud blast on the siren. That was the agreed signal to warn those below that they must expect to be attacked from the fore part of the vessel. His shot-gun was lying on the table. He took it up, and faced forward again; several canoes were scurrying past and away from the ship as fast as the current and many arms could propel them. He fired both barrels at those within range on the port side. He reloaded, and the sharp snapping of revolver-shots told him that Tollemache and the Chilean were busy.
But the Indians were demoralized by the complete failure of their scheme. They had ceased firing and stone-slinging; they were flying for their lives. Courtenay wheeled round on Suarez.
"Now!" he cried, pointing to a speaking-trumpet. Suarez ran out on deck, put the megaphone to his mouth, and roared after the discomfited enemy a threat of worse things in store if they dared to come near the ship again. As he used the Alaculof language, the sounds he uttered were the most extraordinary that Courtenay had ever heard from a human throat--a compound of hoa.r.s.e, guttural vowels, and consonants ending in a series of clicks--and the stentorian power of his lungs must have amazed the Indians.
Courtenay saw that the two fleets were combining forces about five hundred yards to westward. They were close insh.o.r.e, but none of the savages landed, nor did they head for the more remote Otter Creek. As he was anxious to keep them on the run, he resolved to try the siren again. He judged rightly, as it transpired, that they would fear the bellow of the fog-horn even more than the flying missiles which had dealt death and serious wounds so lavishly.
He knew sufficient Spanish, eked out by signs, to bid Suarez hold the siren cord taut for a minute. While the _Kansas_ was still trumpeting forth her loud blare of defiance, he ran down the bridge companion.
Mr. Boyle and the tiny garrison of the port promenade deck received him jubilantly; they had escaped without a bruise, and, owing to their position, were able to witness the Indians" retreat.
He raced across to starboard, and found that, by unfortunate mischance, a Chilean fireman in Tollemache"s detachment had been shot through the brain. The poor fellow was p.r.o.ne on the deck; it was only too evident that a doctor"s skill could avail him naught, so Tollemache had decided that he should not be taken below. The incident marred an easily won victory. Courtenay was a.s.sured in his own mind that none of the men had been injured, seeing that he and Suarez, who occupied the most dangerous position, were untouched. This fatality was a mere blunder of fate, and it grieved him sorely.
Even while he bent reverently over the unlucky Chilean"s body, the deafening vibration of the fog-horn ceased, and he heard Elsie"s glad cry from the saloon:
"Oh my, here comes Joey! That means that Captain Courtenay has left the bridge."
The girl"s joyous exclamation, her prelude to a paean of thanks that the dreadful necessary slaying of men had ceased, was a strange commentary on the shattered form stretched at the commander"s feet.
Among the small company on board, it had been decreed that one, at least, after surviving so many perils, should never see home and kin again.
He gave orders that the dead man should be carried to the p.o.o.p to await a sailor"s burial; then he turned, and with less sprightly step descended the main companion. In the saloon he found Elsie and Christobal watching the stairs expectantly. The girl had the dog in her arms, and Courtenay perceived, for the first time, that Joey"s off fore paw had been cut by the broken gla.s.s which littered the floor of the chart-house.
"Then the attack has really failed?" was Elsie"s greeting. "I saw some of the canoes turn and scurry away. That was the first good sign. And then Joey came."
"You saw them?" repeated Courtenay, his bent brows emphasizing the question.
"Yes. I was looking through one of the ports. Was that wrong?"
"Which one?"
She pointed. "That one," said she, wondering that he had never a smile for her.
"Then you must obey orders more faithfully next time. A man was shot dead by a stray bullet not three feet above your head."
She paled, and her eyes fell before his stern gaze, which did not deceive her at all, for she read the unspoken agony of his thought.
"I am sorry," she murmured, "not so much on my own account, though I shall be more careful in future, but because some one has suffered.
Who is it? Not one of our own people, I hope?"
"A fireman; I think his name is Gama. You have hardly seen him, I fancy, but I regret his loss exceedingly. It must have been the merest accident."
The captain of the _Kansas_ was certainly preoccupied, or he would never have failed to inquire the extent of Joey"s injury. Nor would either he or Elsie have forgotten that Christobal was not "one of our own people," though the girl might protest hotly against any invidious twisting of the phrase.
The Spaniard missed nothing of Courtenay"s solicitude for Elsie"s well-being, nor of her shy confusion. By operation of the occult law which governs static electricity, it was possible that the magnetism flowing between those two communicated itself to a third person.
However that might be, Christobal was under no sort of doubt that, unless another "accident" intervened, he had lost all chance of winning this woman"s love.
But he swallowed the bitter knowledge and said:
"If you undertake to hold the dog, Miss Maxwell, I will bind his paw."
"Oh, my ducky darling little pet! Did I actually forget all about his dear wounded little foot? And he came hopping in so bravely, too, carrying himself with such a grand air. Come, then, Joey dear! Let us see what has happened. Yes, this is the doctor, but he won"t hurt you.
He is so good and kind to little dogs; he will wrap up the bleedy part until it is quite nice and comfy."
"Your only patient, doctor," said the captain, cheerily, when Elsie had done fondling the dog. "Even crediting our poor fireman to the enemy"s score, we have had the best of the first round."
"Is there any likelihood of a second attack?"