"Well, I suppose we must go," said the Doctor. "My revolver is something. It is a double revolver, of peculiar shape."
Without any other thought they at once prepared to venture into a district that for all they knew might swarm with robbers. They had only one thought, and that was to save Figgs.
"Can this man lead us?" asked d.i.c.k.
"He says he can take us along where he saw Figgs go, and perhaps we may see some people who can tell us about him."
"Perhaps we can," said the Senator, grimly.
They then started off with the Italian at their head. The sun was by this time within an hour"s distance from the horizon, and they had no time to lose. So they walked rapidly. Soon they entered among hills and rocks of lava, where the desolation of the surrounding country began to be modified by vegetation. It was quite difficult to keep their reckoning, so as to know in what direction they were going, but they kept on nevertheless.
All of them knew that the errand was a dangerous one. All of them knew that it would be better if they were armed. But no one said any thing of the kind. In fact, they felt such confidence in their own pluck and resolution that they had no doubt of success.
At length they came to a place where trees were on each side of the rough path. At an opening here three men stood. b.u.t.tons at once accosted them and told his errand. They looked at the Americans with a sinister smile.
"Don"t be afraid of us," said b.u.t.tons, quietly. "We"re armed with revolvers, but we won"t hurt you. Just show us where our friend is, for we"re afraid he has lost his way."
At this strange salutation the Italians looked puzzled. They looked at their guns, and then at the Americans. Two or three other men came out from the woods at the same time, and stood in their rear.
At length as many as ten men stood around them.
"What are you staring at?" said b.u.t.tons again. "You needn"t look so frightened. Americans only use their revolvers against thieves."
The Doctor at this, apparently by accident, took out his revolver.
Standing a little on one side, he fired at a large crow on the top of a tree. The bird fell dead. He then fired five other shots just by way of amus.e.m.e.nt, laughing all the time with the Senator.
"You see," said he--"ha, ha--we"re in a fix--ha, ha--and I want to show them what a revolver is?"
"But you"re wasting all your shot."
"Not a bit of it. See?" And saying this he drew a second chamber from his pocket, and taking the first out of the pistol inserted the other. He then fired another shot. All this was the work of a few moments. He then took some cartridges and filled the spare chamber once more.
The Italians looked on this display in great astonishment, exchanging significant glances, particularly when the Doctor changed the chambers. The Americans, on the contrary, took good care to manifest complete indifference. The Italians evidently thought they were all armed like the Doctor. Naturally enough, too, for if not, why should they venture here and talk so loftily to them? So they were puzzled, and in doubt. After a time one who appeared to be their leader stepped aside with two or three of the men, and talked in a low voice, after which he came to b.u.t.tons and said:
"Come, then, and we will show you."
"Go on."
The Captain beckoned to his men. Six of them went to the rear.
b.u.t.tons saw the manoeuvre, and burst into roars of laughter. The Italians looked more puzzled than ever.
"Is that to keep us from getting away?" he cried--"ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, well!"
"He"s putting a guard behind us. Laugh like fury, boys," said b.u.t.tons, in English.
Whereupon they all roared, the tremendous laughter of the Senator coming in with fearful effect.
"There"s nothing to laugh at," said the man who appeared to be Captain, very sulkily.
"It"s evident that you Italians don"t understand late improvements,"
said b.u.t.tons. "But come, hurry on."
The Captain turned and walked ahead sullenly.
"It"s all very well to laugh," said the Doctor, in a cheerful tone; "but suppose those devils behind us shoot us."
"I think if they intended to do that the Captain would not walk in front. No, they want to take us alive, and make us pay a heavy ransom."
After this the Club kept up an incessant chatter. They talked over their situation, but could as yet decide upon nothing. It grew dark at length. The sun went down. The usual rapid twilight came on.
"d.i.c.k," said the Doctor, "when it gets dark enough I"ll give you my pistol, so that you may show off with it as if it were yours."
"All right, my son," said d.i.c.k. Shortly after, when it was quite dark, the Doctor slipped the pistol into the side-pocket of d.i.c.k"s coat. At length a light appeared before them. It was an old ruin which stood upon an eminence. Where they were not a soul of them could tell. d.i.c.k declared that he smelt salt water.
The light which they saw came from the broken windows of a dilapidated hall belonging to the building. They went up some crumbling steps, and the Captain gave a peculiar knock at the door.
A woman opened it. A bright light streamed out. d.i.c.k paused for a moment, and took the Doctor"s pistol, from his pocket. He held it up and pretended to arrange the chamber. Then he carelessly put it in his pocket again.
"You haven"t bound them?" said the woman who opened the door to the Captain.
"Meaning us, my joy?" said b.u.t.tons, in Italian. "Not just yet, I believe, and not for some time. But how do you all do?"
The woman stared hard at b.u.t.tons, and then at the Captain. There were eight or ten women here. It was a large hall, the roof still entire, but with the plaster all gone. A bright fire burned at one end. Torches burned around. On a stool near the fire was a familiar form--a portly, well-fed form--with a merry face--a twinkle in his eye--a pipe in his mouth--calmly smoking--apparently quite at home though his feet were tied--in short, Mr. Figgs.
"Figgs, my boy!"
One universal shout and the Club surrounded their companion. In an instant b.u.t.tons cut his bonds.
"Bless you--bless you, my children!" cried Figgs. "But how the (Princ.i.p.al of Evil) did you get here? These are brigands. I"ve just been calculating how heavy a bill I would have to foot."
The brigands saw the release of Figgs, and stood looking gloomily at the singular prisoners, not quite knowing whether they were prisoners or not, not knowing what to do. Each member of the Club took the most comfortable seat he could find near the fire, and began talking vehemently. Suddenly b.u.t.tons jumped up.
"A thousand pardons--I really forgot that there were ladies present.
Will you not sit here and give us the honor of your company?"
He made a profound bow and looked at several of them. They looked puzzled, then pleased; then they all began to t.i.tter.
"Signor makes himself very much at home," said one, at length.
"And where could there be a pleasanter place? This old hall, this jolly old fire, and this delightful company!"
Another bow. The Captain looked very sullen still. He was evidently in deep perplexity.
"Come, cheer up there!" said b.u.t.tons. "We won"t do you any harm; we won"t even complain to the authorities that we found our friend here. Cheer up! Have you any thing to eat, most n.o.ble Captain?"
The Captain turned away.
Meanwhile Figgs had told the story of his capture. After resting for a while on the slope he prepared to descend, but seeing sand further away he went over toward it and descended there. Finding it very dangerous or difficult to go down straight he made the descent obliquely, so that when he reached the foot of the cone he was far away from the point at which he had started to make the ascent. Arriving there, he sat down to rest after his exertions.
Some men came toward him, but he did not think much about it.
Suddenly, before he knew what was up, he found himself a prisoner.
He had a weary march, and was just getting comfortable as they came in.