She would not answer me; but, as though to give my words their meaning, we had watched but a little while longer on the rock when suddenly out of the East the grey light winged over to us, and, spreading its wonder-rays upon the seas, it rolled the black veil back and showed us height and valley, sea and land, the white-capped breakers and the dim heaven beyond them. Many a dawn have I watched and waited for on the heart of the desolate sea, but never one which carried to me such a message as then it spake, the joy of action and release, the tight of life and hope, the clarion call, uplifting, awakening! For I knew that in day our salvation lay, and that the terrible night was forever pa.s.sed; and every faculty being quickened, the mind alert, the eyes no longer veiled, I stretched out my arms to the sun and said, "Thank G.o.d!"
It was day, and the fresh sea answered its appeal. Coming quickly as day will in the great Pacific, we had scarce seen that great rim of the East lift itself above the sparkling water when all the scene was opened to us, the picture of ships and water and wave-washed reef made clear as in some scene of stageland. As with one tongue, realizing a mighty truth, we cried, "The ship is gone; the ship has sailed!"
It was true, all true. Where at sundown there had been a yacht anch.o.r.ed in the offing, now at daybreak no yacht was to be seen. Darkness, which had been the ally of Czerny"s men, had helped the man himself to flee from them to an unknown haven where their vengeance should not reach him. By night had he fled, and by day would he mock his creatures.
Drifting there in the open boats, the rising seas beginning to wash in upon them, hunger and thirst their portion, the rebels were at no pains to hide their secret from us. We knew that they had been called back by these overwhelming tidings of the master-trick, and we asked what heart the rogues would have now to sell their lives for the man who betrayed them? Would they not look to us for the satisfaction the chief rogue denied to them? We, as they, were left helpless in that woful place.
Before us, as before them, lay the peril of hunger and of thirst, the death-sleep or the greater mercy. And who should ask them to accept it without a last supreme attempt, a final a.s.sault, which should mend all or end all? Driven to the last point, to the last point would they go to grasp that foothold of the seas and to drive us from the rock whereon life might yet be had.
"Lads," I said, "the story is there as the man has written it. We have no quarrel with yon poor devils nor they with us; but they will find one. We cannot help them; they cannot help us. We"ll wait for the end--just wait for it."
I spoke with a confidence which time did not justify. Just as the dawn had put new life into us, so it had steeled the hearts of this derelict crew and nerved it for any desperate act. For long we watched the rogues rowing hither, thither; now in the island"s shadows, now coming towards us, but never once raising a rifle or uttering a threat. In the end they came all together, waving a sail upon a pole; and while they appeared to row for the lesser gate they accompanied the act with soft words and a protest of their honesty.
""Tis after a truce they are," says Peter Bligh, presently, "and that"s a poor thing, any-way. My poor father used to say, "Knock "em on the head first and sign the papers afterwards." He was a kind-hearted gentleman, and did a lot of good in the world!"
"He must have done, Peter," said I; "he must have done a power of good, hearing the little you say about him. "Tis a pity the old gentleman isn"t here this day to preach his kindness to yonder rogues. They look in need of a friendly hand; indeed, they do."
Well, the laugh was turned on Peter; but, as a matter of fact, he spoke sense, and I understood as well as he did the risk of parley with the wreckers, even though they did not seem to have any fight left in them--a fact which old Clair-de-Lune was the first to observe.
"They not fire gun this morning," says the old man. "All starve hungry.
Czerny gone. What for they fight? They no stomach left."
"Meaning they"ve no heart in them," puts in Doctor Gray, at his side.
"Aye, that"s true, and a bit of human nature, too. You cannot fight every day any more than you can make love every day. It comes and goes like a fever. They had their square meal last night, and they are not taking any this morning. I should not be afraid of them if I were you, captain."
"I never was," said I, bluntly; "I never was, doctor. There"s not enough on my conscience for that. But I do believe you speak truly.
Making love is more in their line this watch. Ask Dolly Venn there.
From what I saw between him and little Rosamunda down below, lie"s an authority on that point. Eh, Dolly, lad," said I to him, "you could make love every day, couldn"t you?"
The lad flushed all over his face at the charge, and Peter Bligh, he said something about "Love one another" being in the Bible, "which must mean many of "em, and not one in particular," says he. And what with the laugh and the jest, and the new confidence which the sight of those poor driven devils put into us, we came all together to the sea"s edge, and, scarcely c.o.c.king a rifle at them, we hailed the longboats and got their story.
"Ahoy, there! And what port d"you think you"re making for?" cries Peter Bligh, in a voice that might have split the waters.
They replied to him, standing up in the boat and stretching out their sunburnt, hairy arms to us:
"Water!--water, mate, for the love of G.o.d!"
"And how do you know," cries Peter back to them, "how do you know that we"ve water for ourselves?"
"Why, Barebones saw to that," says one of them, no doubt meaning Czerny thereby; "Barebones saw to that, though precious little of it the lubber drank!"
"He"s off, is Barebones," says another; "oh, trust Barebones!
Bones-and-Biscuits puts to sea last night, "cause he"s a duty to perform in "Frisco, he "as. Trust Bones-and-Biscuits to turn up righteous when the trumpet blows!"
And another, said he:
"I wish I had his black head under my boot this minute! My mouth"s all sand and my throat is stuck! Aye, mates," says he, "you"ll moisten my poor tongue--same as is wrote in the Scriptures!"
There were other entreaties; some of them spoke to us in French, the most part in German. Of the boats that were left, two had rowed away for the lesser gate, but five drifted about our rock and drew so close that we could have tossed a biscuit to them. Never have I seen a crowd of faces more repulsive or jowls so repellent. Iron-limbed men, fat Germans, sleek Frenchmen, Greeks, n.i.g.g.e.rs, some armed with rifles, some with fearsome knives, they squatted all together in the open boats and roared together for pity and release. Then, for the first time, I was able to see how cruelly Czerny"s gun had dealt with them in the darkness of the night. It was horrible to see the b.l.o.o.d.y limbs, the open wounds, the matted hair, the gaping faces of these creatures of a desperado"s mad ambition. The boats themselves were splintered and hacked as though heavy hatches had beaten them. I could wonder no longer that they called the truce; and yet, knowing why they called it, what was I to do? Let them set foot on the plateau, and we, but a handful at the best, might be swept into the sea like flies from a wall. I say that I was at my wits" end. Every merciful instinct urged me to give them water; every prudent voice cried, "Beat them off."
"If there"s fight in that lot, I"m as black as yonder n.i.g.g.e.r!" said Peter Bligh, when he looked at them a little while, very contemptuously. "Not a kick to-day among the lot of them, by Jericho!
But you cannot give them water, captain," he goes on, "for you"ve little to give."
Clair-de-Lune, thinking deeper, was, nevertheless, for a stem refusal.
"Keep them off, captain, that"s my advice," says he. "They very desperate, dangerous men. They drink water, then cut throat. Make ear deaf and say cistern all empty. They think you die, and they wait, but come aboard--no, by thunder!"
Now, I knew that this was reason, and when Doctor Gray and Captain Nepeen added their words to the Frenchman"s I stepped down to the water"s edge and made my answer.
"I"ll give you water willingly, men, if you"ll show me where it is to be found," said I; "but we cannot give what we haven"t got, and that"s common sense! We"re dry here, and if it"s bad luck for one it"s bad luck for all. The gla.s.s says rain," I went on; "we"ll wait for it together and have done with all this nonsense."
They heard me to the end; but ignorant, perhaps, of my meaning they continued to whine, "Water, water," and when I must repeat that we had no water, one of them, leaping up in the boat, fired his rifle point-blank at Captain Nepeen, who fell without a word stone-dead at my side.
"Great G.o.d!" said I, "they"ve shot the captain dead."
The suddenness of it was awful; just a gun flashing, a gasping cry, an honest man leaping up and falling lifeless. And then something that would never move or speak again. The crews themselves, I do believe, were as dazed by it as we were. They could have shot us, I witness, where we stood, every man of us, but, in G.o.d"s mercy, they never thought of that; and turning on their own man, they tore the rifle from his hand and, striking him down with a musket, they sent him headlong into the sea.
"Witness we"ve no part in it!" they roared. "Jake Bilbow did it, and he was always a bad "un! You won"t charge fifty with one man"s deed! To h.e.l.l with the arms, mate--we"ve no need of "em!"
Well, we heard them in amazement. Not a man had moved among us; the body was untouched at our feet. From the boats themselves ruffians were casting their rifles pell-mell into the sea. Never at the wildest hazard would I have named this for the end of it. They cast their rifles into the sea and rowed unarmed about us. To the end of it, I think, they feared the gun with a fear that was nameless and lasting, nor did they know that the turret was empty--how should they?
It was a swift change; to me it seemed as though the day had conjured up this wonder. None the less, the perplexity of it remained, nor could I choose a course even under these new circ.u.mstances. Of water I had none to give; our own circ.u.mstances, indeed, were little better than that of these unhappy creatures in the boats about me. The sea flooded the house below us; the great engine no longer throbbed; our women were huddled together at the stairs-head, seeking air and light; the fogs loom heavy on Ken"s Island; no ship"s sail brought hope to our horizon.
What should I say, then, to the mutineers, how answer them? I could but protest: "We are as you; we must face it together."
Now, I have told you that both the greater and the lesser gates of Czerny"s house were hewn in the pinnacles of rock rising up above the highest tides, and offering there a foothold and an anchorage; but you must not think that these were the only caps of the reef which thrust themselves out to the sea. For there were others, rounded domes of tide-washed rock, treacherous ledges, little craggy steeples, sloping shelves, which low water gave up to the sun and where a man might walk dry-shod. To such strange places the longboats turned when we would have none of them. Convinced, may-be, that our own case was no better than theirs, the men, in desperation, and cramped with long confinement in the boats, now pushed their bows into the swirling waters; and following each other, as sheep will follow a leader, they climbed out upon the barren rocks and lay there in a state of dejection defying words. Nor had we any heart to turn upon them and drive them off.
Little did the new day we desired so ardently bring to us. The sky, gloomy above the blackening, angry seas, was like a mock upon our bravest hopes. Let a few hours pa.s.s and the night would come again.
This was but an interlude in which man could ask of man, "What next?"
We feared to speak to the women lest they should know the truth.
The men crawled upon the sea-washed rocks, I say, and there the judgment of G.o.d came upon them. So awful was the scene my eyes were soon to behold that I take up my pen with hesitation even now to write of it; and as I write some figure of the shadows comes before me and seems to say, "You cannot speak of it! It is of the past, forgotten!"
And, certainly, if I could make it clear to you how Czerny"s men were forever driven off from the gate of the house that Czerny built, if I could make it clear to you and leave the thing untold, that would I do right gladly. But the end was not of my seeking; in all honesty I can say that if it had been in my power I would have helped those wretched creatures, have dealt out pity to them and carried them to the sh.o.r.e; but it was written otherwise; a higher Power decreed it; we could but stand, trembling and helpless, before that enthralling justice.
They climbed on the rocks, forty or fifty of them, may-be, and lying in all att.i.tudes, some stretched out full length, some with their arms in the flowing tide, some huddled close as though for warmth, they appeared to surrender themselves to the inevitable and to accept the worst; when, rising up out of the near sea, the first octopus showed himself, and a great tentacle, sliding over the rock, drew one of the mutineers screaming to the depths. Thereafter, in an instant, the whole terror was upon them. Leaping up together, they uttered piercing cries, turned upon each other in their agony, hurled themselves into the sea, to reach the boats again. G.o.d! how few of them touched the befriending prows! The whole water about the reef was now alive with the devilish creatures; a hundred arms, crushing, sucking, swept the unsheltered rocks and drew the victims down. So near were they, some of them, that I could see their staring eyes and distorted limbs as, in the fishes"
embracing grip, they were drawn under to the gaping mouths or pressed close to that jellied ma.s.s which must devour them. The sea itself heaved and splashed as though to be the moving witness of that horrible attack; foam rushed up to our feet; a blinding spray was in the air; eyes protruded even in the green water; great shapes wormed and twisted, rending one another, covering the whole reef with their filthy slime, sending blinding fountains to the highest pinnacles, or sinking down when their prey was taken to the depths where no eye could follow them. What sounds of pain, what resounding screams, rent the air in those fearful minutes! I draw the veil upon it. For all the gold that the sea washes to-day in Czerny"s house, I could not look upon such a picture again. For death can be a gentle thing; but there is a death no man may speak of.
At twelve o"clock the clouds broke and the rain began to fall upon a rising sea. The vapours still lay thick upon Ken"s Island, but the wind was driving them, and they rolled away in misty clouds westward to the dark horizon.
I went below to little Ruth, and in broken words I told her all my story.
"Little Ruth, the night is pa.s.sed, the day is breaking! Ah, little Ruth!"
She fell into my arms, sobbing. The sleep-time was past, indeed; the hour of our deliverance at hand.