"What news of the foot, sir?" I asked him; "how are you feeling now?"
He replied light-heartedly enough, wishful, I could see, to make light of it.
"Like a man who has bought a wooden leg and prefers the old one," said he; asking at the same time, "What"s the course, captain, and why do we follow it?"
"The course," said I, "is to Mme. Czerny"s boudoir, and a good couch to lie upon. Do you two get on as fast as you can and leave us to the parley. It"s coming, sure enough, and lame men won"t help the argument.
We"ll need your help by-and-bye, doctor, when the heads are broken."
I made the guess at hazard, little knowing how near the truth it was to prove. We were almost at the head of the first stairway by this time, and the uproar in the corridor might have awakened the seven sleepers.
Impossible, I said, that such a warning should not bring in men from the sea, sentinels who would ask by whose hand the key had been turned; but the danger lay behind us in the shadows where we had not looked for it. Aye, the three in the engine-house, how came I to forget them? They were atop of us before the doctor was out of hearing, and a great hulking German, his face smeared with soot and a bar of iron in his hands, caught me by the shoulder and swung me round almost before I had done speaking.
"Who, in thunder, are you?" asks he. It was a question which had to be answered.
Now, I had picked up a wrinkle or two about "rough-and-tumbles" in the years I traded to Yokohama, and though my heart was in my mouth and it was plain to me that this was the crisis of the night, when a single unlucky stroke or misspoken word might undo all that chance had done for us, I nevertheless kept my wits about me, and letting the man turn me round as he willed I presently caught his arm between both of mine and almost broke the bone of it. Upon which he lifted up a cry you might have heard at the sword-fish reef, and writhing down I struck him with all my force and he fell insensible.
"Seven and one makes eight," said I, and a man might forgive himself for boasting at such a time; for, mark you, but two were left to deal with, and while one was making for little Dolly Venn, Peter Bligh had the throat of the other in such a grip that his friends might well have said, "G.o.d help him!"
"Hold him, Peter, hold him!" cried I, my blood fired and my tongue set loose; but there was no need to be anxious for Mister Bligh, I do a.s.sure you.
"He"ll need new teeth to-morrow, and plenty of "em!" says he, shaking the man as a dog shakes a rat. "Aye, go on, captain, the fun"s beginning here."
I waited to hear no more, but ran at the man who closed with little Dolly Venn. "Dolly"s is the need," said I; though in that I was mistaken, as you shall see presently. And I do declare it was a picture to watch that bit of a lad dancing round a hulking Dutchman, and hitting the wind out of him as though he had been a cushion. Grunt? The lubber grunted like a pig, and every time he stopped for want of breath in come Master Dolly again with a lightning one which shook him like a thunder-bolt. No "set-to" that I have seen in all my life ever pleased me half as much; and what with crying and laughing by turns, and singing out "Bravo, Dolly!" and dancing round the pair of them, the sweat ran off me like rain, and I, and not little Dolly Venn, might have been doing for the Dutchman in the shadows of that corridor.
In the end, believe me, this foreign bully turned tail and ran like a whipped cur. It was all I could do to keep the lad from his heels.
"Next time, Dolly," cried I, holding him back roughly, "next time, lad; we have better work to do, much better work to do. Here"s Peter needing a box for his goods--and a pretty big one, too. Is it over, Peter? Will he be talking any more?" I asked Mister Bligh.
He answered me by pointing to a figure on the floor beside him, stark and motionless and very still. Peter had played his part, indeed; I knew that the gate of Czerny"s house was open.
"All together, lads," said I, leading them on now with a light heart; "all together and out of the shadows, if you please. We"ve another gate to close, and then--as G.o.d"s above me, I do believe we have bested Edmond Czerny this night!"
It was something to say, a thought to thrill a man, and yet I would not dwell upon it, remembering all that lay between us and Miss Ruth"s freedom--all that must be done in the doubtful hours before us.
"The iron ladder by which the men come in," I asked of the Italian, suddenly, "where is that, Regnarte?"
Now, this man had been very frightened during the brawl at the stairs-head; but, seeing the stuff we were made of, and being willing all along to join with us (for I learned afterwards that he nursed a private spite against Czerny), he replied to me very readily:
"The ladder is the second door, captain; yet why, since no man can go up? I tell you that two hold it, and they have guns. You cannot go, captain! What good the key when men have guns?"
"We"ll see about that," said I. And c.o.c.king my pistol I strode to the door he indicated.
It was an iron door, opening inward to a small apartment cut out of the solid rock. For a while I could see nothing when I entered the little cavern--it laid bare; but, becoming used to the dim light presently, I took a few steps forward, and looking up I saw a rocky chimney and an orifice far up and the stars glimmering in the grey--blue sky above me.
This, then, was the second gate to Czerny"s house, I said; the seagate by which his men pa.s.sed in. Here, as yonder where Miss Ruth"s apartment lay, the reef lifted itself above the highest tides; here was the gate we must shut if the night were to be won. And who would dare it with armed men on the threshold, and a ladder for foothold, and the knowledge on our part that one word of the truth would dig a grave for recompense? And yet it had to be dared; a man must go up that night for a woman"s sake.
Well, I took off my boots at the ladder"s foot, and thrusting my pistol into my waist-belt I spoke a warning word to Peter Bligh.
"This," said I, taking from Regnarte the key I needed, "this opens the iron doors you will meet down yonder. If misfortune happens to me, go straight through and take my place. Hold the rooms as long as you can and let your judgment do the rest. Belike Mister Jacob will come back with the ship. I wish to G.o.d I could think so!" I added.
He nodded his head, and but half understanding what I was about he watched me anxiously when I put my naked foot with wary step on the ladder and began to go up. I saw him for a moment, a comrade"s figure in the dim light of the cavern, and then thinking only of my purpose, and of what it would mean to one who waited for me, I clenched my teeth and began my journey. Below me were the little cave and the glimmer of a distant lamp, shipmates crying "G.o.d speed!" the hidden house, the mystery; above me that dark funnel of the rock and the sky, which seemed to beckon me upward to freedom and the sea.
If danger lay there I could not espy it nor detect its presence. Not a sound came from the open trap, no figures were to be seen, no spoken voice to be heard. The moaning waves upon the iron reef, the echo of gunshots in the silence of the night, alone spoke of life and being and the open sea without. And I went up like a cat, rung by rung, my hand hot upon the iron, the thought in my head that madness sent me and that I might never see another day.
No man appeared at the orifice, I say; the gate might have been unguarded for any sentinel I could espy. Nevertheless, I knew that the Italian spoke the truth, and that his reckoning was good. Edmond Czerny was no fool to leave a sea-gate open to all the world. Somewhere on the foothold of the rocks men were lurking, I made sure. That they heard nothing of their friends" outcry in the corridor below, that they did not answer it, was a thing I had not, at the first, understood; but it became plain when the chimney I climbed shut out every sound but that of the breaking seas, and gave intervals of silence so great that a man might have heard a ticking watch. No, truly, it was no wonder that they had not gone down nor heard that loud alarm, for they hungered for the wreck; for pillage and plunder, and all the gruesome sights Ken"s Island that night could show them; and this hunger kept them at the water"s edge, hounds kennelled when others were free, unwilling idlers on a harvest day. G.o.d knows, they paid a price for that when the good time came.
Now, at the ladder"s head, everything was as I had seen it in the mind"s picture; and even before I made the top fresh spray would shower upon my face, while the sea sounded as though its waves were breaking almost at my very ears. Unchallenged and, for all I could make out, unwatched, I grew bolder step by step, until at last I touched the topmost rung; and, looking over, I saw the white crests of the breakers and the pinnacles of the reef and the distant island under its loom of gold-blue fog. Halted there, with one hand swung free and my good pistol ready, I peered intently into the night--a sentinel watching sentinels, a spy upon those that should have spied. And standing so I saw the men, and they saw me; and quickened to the act by the sudden danger, I swung over the first half of the trap which shut the chimney in, and made ready to close the second with all the deftness I could command.
There were two men at the sea"s edge, and they did not hear me, I believe, until the first door of that trap was down. Perchance, even then, they thought that a comrade played a jest upon them, and that this was all in the night"s work, for one of them coming up leisurely peered into the hole and put a question to me in the German tongue.
This man, my heart beating like a piston, and my nerves all strung up, I struck down with the b.u.t.t-end of my pistol, and, as G.o.d is my witness, I swung over the trap and shot the bolts and locked the great padlock before the other could move hand or foot. For the foreigner fell, without a cry, headlong into the sea which played at his very feet.
"Shut--shut, by thunder!" cried I to those below, and gladder words a seaman never spoke to comrades waiting for him. "One gate more and the night is ours, lads!"
They heard me in astonishment. Remember how new this place of mystery was to them; how little I had told them of that which I do. If they followed me like the brave men that they were, set it down to the affection they bore me, and the belief that I led them on no child"s errand. So much must have occurred to them as we gained the upper house and shut the iron doors behind us. The way lay to the sea again, the road most dear to the heart of every sailor. Let the main gate of Czerny"s house be closed and all was won, indeed.
Aye, and you shall stand with me as, mounting a broad stairway beyond Miss Ruth"s own door, I found myself out upon a great plateau of rock, and beheld the silent ocean spread out like a silver carpet before my grateful eyes, and knew that the house was ours--that house the like to which no man has built or will build during the ages.
CHAPTER XIX
WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS THE LITTLE ONES
I was the first to be out on the rock, but Peter Bligh was close upon my heels, and, wonderful to tell, the Italian almost as quick as any of us. To what gate of the sea the staircase was carrying me I knew no more than the others. The time was gone by when anything in Czerny"s house could surprise me; and when at the stairs" head we found that which looked for all the world like a great port-hole with a swing door of steel to shut it, I climbed through it without hesitation, and so stood in G.o.d"s fresh air for the first time for nearly three days.
That this was the main gate to the sea I had all along surmised, and now proved surely. No sooner was I through the door than all the world seemed to spread out again before my eyes--the distant island, the shimmering sea, the blue sky shut to us through such long hours. The rock itself, where we gained foothold, lifted itself clear and dry above the breakers at my feet. There were steps leading down to the water"s edge, a still pool wherein boats were warped, other crags of the reef defying the tides; these and the silence of the night everywhere; but of men I saw nothing. The b.l.o.o.d.y fight we had antic.i.p.ated, blow for blow, and ringing alarm, the struggle for foothold on the rock, the challenge to Czerny"s men--such things did not befall. We stood unchallenged on the plateau, and we stood alone.
I said that it was a miracle, and yet the Lord knows it was no miracle at all.
Let me try and describe this place for you that you may understand our situation more clearly, and how it befell that such a simple circ.u.mstance brought about such a strange turn of fortune. We had come up from the heart of the reef, as you know, and the staircase led out to a gate of steel opening in the face of a rocky crag, which stood well above the level even of the storm-seas. A lower plateau (unwashed by the sea) stood below the gate, and other crags jutted out of the sea and showed windows to the western sun. I made a bit of a map of the land and water thereby to keep it in my memory: and such as it is it will enable any one easily to get the position truly. If one places himself at the main gate of this house of wonders and puts Czerny"s crew by the sword-fish reef, all will be plain to him.
The island lay perhaps a mile to the southward; and nearer to us, at a cable"s length as I reckoned it, a group of rocky pinnacles in the open sea marked the door we had shut and the ladder by which Czerny"s men went in to shelter. But the oddest thing of all was this, that the main gate to this house of wonders should be left unguarded at an hour so critical. Dark as it was, with only the soft grey light of a summer"s night shimmering on sea and land, nevertheless the mere fact that we had pa.s.sed unchallenged told me that we were alone. For why should two men let three pa.s.s up and raise no alarm when alarm might mean so much?
Could they not have struck us down as we came out, one by one, firing their guns to call comrades from the sea, and bringing a hundred more atop of us to end our chances there and then? Of course they could; and yet it was not done. No man hailed us; we had the breaking seas at our feet, the fresh air in our lungs, the spindrift wet upon our faces. And who was the more surprised, I at finding the gate unguarded or my comrades to discover that there was such a gate at all, the Lord only knows. Like three who stumbled upon a precipice we halted there at the sea"s edge, and looked at one another to ask if such great good fortune could, indeed, be ours.
I have told you before that the Italian was at our heels when we gained the rock, and it was to him now that I addressed my question.
"You said there were two at the gate, Regnarte. Where are they, then, and what keeps them?"
He cracked his bony fingers many times, and began to gabble away vociferously in his own language--a tongue I like the sound of, but which no right-minded man should talk. When he came to some calmness and to a sane man"s speech, he pointed to the pinnacles of the lesser gate and began to make the truth clear to me.
"You come lucky, sir, you come lucky, true! Hafmitz gone yonder; he and mate, too; he go to see why other men cry out!"
I saw it like a flash. The alarm had been given at the other end of the reef, and the two that should have guarded this, had put out in their boat to see what the matter was. If a man had wished to believe that Providence guided him that night, he could not have found a circ.u.mstance to help him farther on the road. I make no pretence to be what folks call a religious man, doing my duty without the hymn-books; but I believe, and always shall believe, that there was something more than mere chance on our way in all that venture, and so I set it down here once and for all. The fingers of the white man"s G.o.d pointed the road for us; and we took it, fair or crooked let it prove to be.
"Luck! Luck"s no word for it, my lads," said I. "If a man told such a thing ash.o.r.e, who"d believe him? And yet it"s true--true, as your own eyes tell you."
They had not found their tongues yet and none of them uttered a syllable. The wonders they had seen: that house of mystery lying like a palace of the story-books far down below the rolling Pacific; the surprise of it all; the picture of lights and rooms and of a woman"s face; and now this plateau of rock with breakers at their feet and the island mists for their horizon; and, in the far distance, away upon the sword-fish reef, sights and sounds which quickened every pulse--who shall blame them if they could answer me never a word? They simply halted there and gazed spellbound across the shimmering water. I alone knew how far we stood from the end where safety lay.
Now, Peter Bligh was the first to give up his star-gazing; and, shaking himself like a great dog, he turned to me with a word of that common sense which he can speak sometimes.
""Tis a miracle, truly, and a couple of doors to it," cried he, like one thinking keenly. "Nevertheless, I make bold to say that if they have a key to yonder hatch we are undone entirely, captain."