I sat upon a crag of the rock and tried to think of it all. Czerny"s men would return in an hour, or two at the most, and the truth would be out. They would come--the seamen to the lesser gate, the others to this door of steel by which we sat--and, finding that knocking did not open, they would take such measures as they thought fit to blast the doors. A gun well fired might do as much if gun could be trained upon the reef.
Once let them inside and it needed no clever tongue to say how it would fare with us or with those we sought to protect. No man, I said, would live to tell that story, or to carry the history of Edmond Czerny"s life to a distant city. All that lay between us and life was this door of steel shutting like a port-hole in the solid rock. And could we hold it against, it might be one, it might be three hundred men? That was a question the night must answer.
"Regnarte," I said, upon an impulse, "you have guns in this house?"
He held up his fingers and opened them many times to express a great number.
"One, two, three hundred guns," said he. "Excellency has them all; but here one gun much bigger than that. You seamen, you shall know how to fire him, captain. Excellency say that no man take the gate while that gun there. Ah! the leg on the other boot now!"
Now he cracked his fingers all the time he said this, and shook his keys and danced about the plateau like a madman. For a while I could make neither head nor tail of what he meant; but presently he turned as though he would go down to the cabins again, and, standing upon the very threshold of the staircase, he showed me what I had never seen or should have looked for in twenty years--the barrel of a quick-firing gun and the steel turret which defended it.
""Tis a pom-pom, or I"m a heathen n.i.g.g.e.r!" cries Peter Bligh, half mad at the sight of it. "A pom-pom, and a shield about it. The glory to Saint Patrick that shows me the wonder!"
And Dolly Venn, catching hold of my hand in like excitement, he says:
"Oh, Mr. Begg, oh, what luck, what luck at last!"
I crossed the plateau and saw the thing with my own eyes. It was a modern Krupp quick-firing gun, well kept, well fitted, well placed behind a shield of steel which might defend those who worked it against a hundred. Those who set it upon the rock so set it that not only the near sea but the second gate could be covered by its fire. It would sweep the water with a hail of lead, and leave unseen those that did the work. And the irony of it was chiefly this, that Edmond Czerny, seeking to defend the door of his house against all the world, now shut it upon himself.
"Yes," said I, at last, and I spoke almost like a man drunk with excitement; "give me sh.e.l.l for that, and we"ll hold the gate against five hundred!"
The hope of it set every nerve in my body twitching; sweat, I say, began to roll down my face like rain.
"You have a magazine in this place," I continued, turning upon the Italian in a way that surprised him; "you have arms in this house and shot for that gun. Where are they, man, where are they?"
He stood stock-still with fright, and stammered out a broken reply.
"Excellency has the key, captain--I show you! Don"t be angry, captain!"
He turned to enter the house again, and I followed him, as eager a man as ever hunted for that which might take a fellow-creature"s life.
"Do you, Peter and Dolly, keep a watch here," said I, indicating the place, "while I go below with this man. We must hold the gate, lads, hold it with our lives! If the two yonder come back, be sure you close their mouths. You understand, Peter--close their mouths!"
"Aye, I understand, captain!" said he, very quietly. "They"ll not sing hymns when I"ve done with them!"
I followed the Italian down the stairs, and we made for the great hall again. Many lights were burning there, and the figures of women pa.s.sed in and out of the splendid rooms. At the far corner, opposite Miss Ruth"s own apartment, the Italian came to a halt and began to gabble again.
"Excellency live here, sir," said he; "the gun-room--you go right through to him; but Excellency, he have the key. Me only doorman. I speak true, sir!"
I opened the door of the room he indicated, and feeling upon the wall switched on a lamp. It was the palace of a place, with great book-racks all round it, and arm-chairs as long as beds in every corner, and instruments and tables and pretty ornaments enough to furnish a mansion; but for none of these things had I eyes that night. Yonder, at the end of the room, a curtain opened above a door of iron; and through that door I saw at a glance the way to the gun-room lay. Ah, how my head tried to grapple with the trouble! The keys--where lay the keys?
What chance or miracle would show me those? Was the key on Czerny"s person or here in one of the drawers about? How much would I have paid to have been told that truly! But how to open it!
Now the Italian watched me with curious eyes as I went up to the door and drew the curtain back from it. A quick glance round the room did not show me what common sense was seeking--an iron safe in which Czerny"s keys might lie. That he would keep the key of the armoury in the room, unless it were on his person, I had no doubt; and argument began to tell me that, after all, a safe might not be necessary. If alarm came it would come from the sea; or from the lower doors, which were locked against his devil"s crew. I began to say that the keys would be in a drawer or bureau, and I was going to ransack every piece of furniture, when--and this seemed beyond all reason--I saw something shining bright upon a little table in the corner, and crossing the room I picked up the very thing for which a man might have offered the half of his fortune.
"Heaven above!" said I, "if this is it--if this is it----"
And why should it not have been? News of the wreck had come to the house like a sudden alarm leaping up in the night; the keys, which I held with greedy fingers, might they not have been in Czerny"s hands when the bell clanged loudly through the startled corridors? I saw him, forgetful in his very greed, serving out rifles to his willing men, running up at hazard to be sure of the truth, leaving behind him that which might open his house to the world forever. And in my hand the fruit of his alarm was lying.
Ah, Heaven! it was the truth, and the door opened at my touch, and arms for a hundred men glittered in the dim light about me.
CHAPTER XX
THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY"S MEN
We carried the shot to the stairs" head, each man working as though his own life were the price of willing labour. If Miss Ruth had tidings of the great good fortune the night had sent to us, she would neither stay our hands with questions nor wait for idle answers. For a moment I saw her, a figure to haunt a man, looking out from the door of her own room; but a long hour pa.s.sed before I changed a word with her or knew if that which we had done would win her consent. Now, indeed, was Ruth b.e.l.l.e.n.den at the parting of the ways, and of all in Czerny"s house her lot must have been the hardest to bear. She had blotted the page of her old life that night and it never would be rewritten. None the less, a woman"s courage could show me a bright face and all that girlish gentleness which was her truest charm. Never once would she speak of her own trouble, but always lightly of ours; so that we three--little Ruth, Dr. Gray, and Jasper Begg--might have been friends met upon any common adventure, and not at the crisis of that desperate endeavour.
And so I think it will befall in all the perilous days, that what is written in the story-books about loud exclamations and pale faces and all the rest of it is the property of the story-teller, and that in plain truth you find none of these things, but just silent actors and simple talk, and no more noise of the difficulty than the common day will bring. This, at least, is my memory of that never-to-be-forgotten night. To-morrow might give us life or death--a grave beneath the seas or mastership of that house of mystery; though of this no word pa.s.sed between us, but briefly we gave each other the news and asked it in return.
"Captain," says the doctor, he being the first to speak, "they tell me you"ve struck a gun-store. Is it true or false?"
I told him that it was true, and making light of it--for I did not wish Miss Ruth to be upset before there was good reason--I named another thing.
"Yes," said I, "we shall defend ourselves if there"s need, and give a good account, I hope. For the rest, we"ll take it as we find it. I am trusting that Mister Czerny will listen to common sense and not risk bloodshed. If he does, the blame be on his own head, for I shall do my best to make it easy for him."
"I know you will--I know you will, Jasper," says little Ruth, closing her hand upon mine, and not caring much what the doctor thought of it, I"ll be bound; "we can do no more than our duty, each of us. Mine is very hard, but I shall not turn from it--never, while I know that duty says, "Go on!""
"That I"m sure you won"t, Miss Ruth," was my answer to her; "if ever duty justified man or woman it justifies you and I this night. Let us begin with that and all the rest is easy. What we are doing is done as much for the sake of our fellow-men as for ourselves. We work for a good end--to let the world know what Ken"s Island harbours and to keep our fellow-men from such a place. Accomplish that much, and right and humanity owe us something, though it"s not for me to speak of it, nor is this the time. My business is to hold this house against the devils who are pillaging the ship yonder. The sea-gate I can take care of, Miss Ruth. It"s what"s below in the pit that I fear."
She listened with a curiosity which drank in every word and yet was not satiated. Nevertheless, I believe but half of my story was plain to her. And who blames her for that? Was not it enough for such a bit of a girl to say, "My friends are with me. I trust them. They will win my liberty." The arguments were for the men--for Mister Gray and me, who sought a road in the darkness, but could not find one.
"Two doors to this house, captain," says the doctor, after a little while, "and one of them shut. So much I understand. Are you sure that the cavern below is empty, or do you still count men in it?"
""Tis just neither way," said I, "and that"s the worst of it, doctor.
The sea"s to be held while the sh.e.l.l lasts and perhaps afterwards; but if there are men down below, why, then it"s another matter. I"m staking all on a throw. What more can I do?"
He leaned back upon the sofa and appeared to think of it. Presently he said:
"Captain, a man doesn"t shoot with his foot, does he?"
And then, not waiting for me to answer, he goes on:
"Why, no; he shoots with his hand. Just you plant me in the pa.s.sage and give me a gun. I"ll keep the door for you--by Jove, I will!"
Now, I saw that this promise frightened Miss Ruth more than she would say, for it was the first time that it occurred to her that men might come out of the pit. But she was just the one to turn it with a laugh, and crying, "What folly! what folly!" she called out at the same time for little Rosamunda, and began to think of that which I had clean forgotten.
"Jasper," says she, "you will never make a general--never, never! Why, where"s your commissariat? Would you starve your crew and think nothing of it? Oh, we shall feed Mister Bligh, and then it will be easy," says she, prettily.
I made no objection to this, for it was evident that she wished to conceal her fears from us; but I knew that the doctor was wise, and before I left him there was a rifle at his side and twenty rounds to go with it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "If there is any sound at the door, fire that gun."]
"If there"s any sound at the door of the corridor--as much as a scratch," said I, "fire that gun. I shall be with you before the smoke"s lifted, and you will need me, doctor--indeed, you will!"
I left him upon this and went up, more anxious than I would have confessed, to my shipmates at the gate. I found them standing together in the moonlight, which shone clear and golden upon a gentle sea, and gave points of fire to the rocky headlands of Ken"s Island. So still it was, such a scene of wonder and of beauty, that but for the words which greeted me, and the dark figures peering across the water, and something very terrible on the distant reef, I might have believed myself keeping a lonely watch in the glory of a summer"s night. That delusion the East denied. I knew the truth even before Mister Bligh named it.
"They"ve fired the ship, captain--fired the ship!" says he, with just anger. "Aye, Heaven do to them as they"ve done to those poor creatures!
Did man ever hear of such a villainy--to fire a good ship in her misfortune? It would be a sin against an honest rope to hang such a crew as that!"