Seated with face towards the cuddy windows, Don Gregorio could see through them, and as the barque"s bow rose on the swell, depressing her stern, he commanded a view of the sea outside.
There, upon its calm clear surface, he made out a dark object moving away. It was a boat filled with forms, the oar-blades rising and tailing in measured stroke, flashing the phosph.o.r.escence on both sides.
No wonder at his earnest look--his gaze of concentrated anguish! That boat held all that was dear to him--bearing that all away, he knows not whither, to a fate he dare not reflect upon. He could trace the outlines of land beyond, and perceive that the boat was being rowed for it, the barque at the same time sailing seaward, each instant widening the distance between them. But for a long while he could distinguish the black speck with luminous jets on either side, as the oar-blades intermittently rose and fell, till at length, entering within the shadow of the land, he lost sight of it.
"Gone! all gone!" groaned the bereaved father, his beard drooping down to his breast, his countenance showing he has surrendered up his soul to despair! So, too, Lantanas.
Then both ceased struggling and shouting, alike convinced of the idleness of such demonstrations. The chief officer a mutineer, so must all the others; and all had forsaken the ship. No; not all! There is one remains true, and who is still on her--the black cook. They heard his voice, though not with any hope. It came from a distant part of the ship in cries betokening distress. They could expect no help from him.
He was either disabled, or, as themselves, fast bound.
Throughout the night they heard it; the intervals between becoming longer, the voice fainter, till he also, yielding to despair, was silent.
As the morning sun shines in through the stern windows, Don Gregorio can see they are out of sight of land. Only sea and sky are visible to him; but neither to Lantanas, whose face is the other way; so fastened he cannot even turn his head.
The barque is scudding before a breeze, which bears her still farther into the great South Sea; on whose broad bosom she might beat for weeks, months--ay, till her timbers rot--without sighting ship, or being herself descried by human eye. Fearful thought--appalling prospect to those constrained to sit at her cabin-table!
With that before their minds, the morning light brings no joy. Instead, it but intensifies their misery. For they are now sure they have no chance of being rescued.
They sit haggard in their chairs--for no sleep has visited the eyes of either--like men who have been all night long engaged in a drunken debauch.
Alas! how different! The gla.s.ses of wine before them are no longer touched, nor the fruits tasted. Neither the bouquet of the one, nor the perfume of the other, has any charm for them now. Either is as much beyond their reach, as if a thousand miles off, instead of on a table between them!
Gazing in one another"s faces, they at once fancy it a dream. They can scarcely bring themselves to realise such a situation! Who could! The rude intrusion of the ruffian crew--the rough handling they have had-- the breaking open of the lockers--and the boxes of gold borne off--all seem but the phantasmagoria of some horrible vision!
CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE.
PARt.i.tIONING THE SPOIL.
The same sun that shines upon the abandoned barque lights up the men who abandoned her, still on that spot where they came ash.o.r.e. As the first rays fall over the cliff"s crest, they show a cove of semicircular shape, backed by a beetling precipice. A ledge or d.y.k.e, sea-washed, and weed-covered, trends across its entrance, with a gate-like opening in the centre, through which, at high tide, the sea sweeps in, though never quite up to the base of the cliff. Between this and the strand lies the elevated platform already spoken of, accessible from above by a sloping ravine, the bed of a stream running only when it rains. As said, it is only an acre or so in extent, and occupying the inner concavity of the semicircle. The beach is not visible from it, this concealed by the dry reef which runs across it as the chord of an arc. Only a small portion of it can be seen through the portal which admits the tidal flow.
Beyond, stretches the open sea outside the surf, with the breakers more than a mile off.
Such is the topography of the place where the mutineers have made landing and pa.s.sed the night. When the day dawns, but little is there seen to betray their presence. Only a man seated upon a stone, nodding as if asleep, at intervals awakening with a start, and grasping at a gun between his legs; soon letting it go, and again giving way to slumber, the effects of that drunken debauch kept up to a late hour. He would be a poor sentinel were there need for vigilance.
Seemingly, there is none. No enemy is near--no human being in sight; the only animate objects some seabirds, that, winging their way along the face of the cliff, salute him with an occasional scream, as if incensed by his presence in a spot they deem sacred to themselves.
The sun fairly up, he rises to his feet, and walks towards the entrance of the larger cavern; then stopping in front of it, cries out:
"Inside there, shipmates! Sun"s up--time to be stirring!"
Seeing him in motion, and hearing his hail, the gulls gather, and swoop around his head in continuous screaming. In larger numbers, and with cries more stridulent, as his comrades come forth out of the cave, one after another--yawning, and stretching their arms.
The first, looking seaward, proposes to refresh himself by a plunge in the surf; and for this purpose starts toward the beach. The others, taken with the idea, follow in twos and threes, till in a string all are _en route_ for the strand.
To reach this, it is necessary for them to pa.s.s through the gap in the transverse ledge; which the tide, now at ebb, enables them to do.
He who leads, having gone through it, on getting a view of the sh.o.r.e outside, suddenly stops; as he does so, sending back a shout. It is a cry of surprise, followed by the startling announcement:
"The boat"s gone!"
This should cause them apprehension; and would, if they but knew the consequences. Ignorant of these, they make light of it, one saying:
"Let her go, and be d.a.m.ned! We want no boats now."
"A horse would be more to our purpose," suggests a second; "or, for that matter, a dozen."
"A dozen donkeys would do," adds a third, accompanying his remark with a horse-laugh. "It"ll take about that many to pack our possibles."
"What"s become of the old pinnace, anyhow?" asks one in sober strain; as, having pa.s.sed through the rock-portal, they stand scanning the strand. All remember the place where they left the boat; and see it is not there.
"Has any one made away with it?"
The question is asked, and instantly answered, several saying, no.
Striker, the man who first missed it, vouchsafes the explanation:
"The return tide"s taken it out; an" I dar say, it"s broke to bits on them theer breakers."
They now remember it was not properly moored, but left with painter loose; and do not wonder it went adrift. They care little, indeed nothing, and think of it no longer; but, stripping, plunge into the surf.
After bathing to their hearts" content, they return to the cavern, and array themselves in garments befitted to the life they intend leading.
Their tarry togs are cast off, to be altogether abandoned; for each has a suit of sh.o.r.e clothes, brought away from the barque.
Every one rigged out in his own peculiar style, and breakfast despatched, they draw together to deliberate on a plan of future action.
But first the matter of greatest moment--the part.i.tion of the spoils.
It is made in little time, and with no great trouble. The boxes are broken open, and the gold-dust measured out in a pannikin; a like number of measures apportioned to each.
In money value no one can tell the exact amount of his share. Enough satisfaction to know it is nigh as much as he can carry.
After each has appropriated his own, they commence packing up, and preparing for the inland journey. And next arises the question, what way are they to go?
They have already resolved to strike for the city of Santiago; but in what order should they travel? Separate into several parties, or go all together?
The former plan, proposed by Gomez, is supported by Padilla, Hernandez, and Velarde. Gomez gives his reasons. Such a large number of pedestrians along roads where none save hors.e.m.e.n are ever seen, could not fail to excite surprise. It might cause inconvenient questions to be asked them--perhaps lead to their being arrested, and taken before some village _alcalde_. And what story could they tell?
On the other hand, there will be the chance of coming across Indians; and as those on the Veraguan coast are ranked among the "bravos"--having preserved their independence, and along with it their instinctive hostility to the whites--an encounter with them might be even more dangerous than with any _alcalde_. Struggling along in squads of two or three, they would run a risk of getting captured, or killed, or scalped--perhaps all three.
This is the suggestion of Harry Blew, Striker and Davis alone favouring his view. All the others go against it, Gomez ridiculing the idea of danger from red men; at the same time enlarging on that to be apprehended from white ones.
As the majority have more reason to fear civilised man than the so-called savage, it ends in their deciding for separation. They can come together again in Santiago if they choose it; or not, should chance for good or ill so determine. They are all now amply provided for, playing an independent part in the drama of life; and with this pleasant prospect, they may part company without a sigh of regret.
CHAPTER SIXTY SIX.
A TENDER SUBJECT.
The pirates having definitively settled the mode of making their inland journey, there is a short interregnum; during which most of those ready for the road stand idling, one or two still occupied in equipping themselves.