On giving utterance to these ambiguous speeches, the Jew dropped back into his chair, and sat for some minutes in silent but earnest meditation.
The matter of his meditation may be known by the act that followed.
"There ishn"t an hour to be losht!" muttered he, starting to his feet, and hurriedly making for the door; "no, not ash much ash a minute. I musht see them now. The Cushtos ish to shtart at sunrishe. The wench hash said it. They"ll joosht have time to get upon hish track. S"help me," he added, opening the door, and glancing up at the sky, "ash I live, it"sh mosht sunrishe now!"
Sticking his beaver firmly upon his head, and taking a fresh clutch of the everlasting umbrella, he rushed rapidly out of the verandah, crossed the courtyard, re-pa.s.sed the porter at his own gate, and then traversing the little enclosure outside, stood in the open fields.
He did not stand long--only to look around him, and see that the ground was clear of stragglers.
Satisfied on this head, he proceeded onward.
At the distance of some three or four hundred yards from the outside stockade stood a detached cabin, more than half hidden among the trees.
Towards this he directed his steps.
Five minutes sufficed for him to reach it; and, on arriving at the door, he knocked upon it with the b.u.t.t of his umbrella.
"_Quien es_?" spoke a voice from within.
"It"sh me, Manuel--me--Shessuron!" replied the Jew.
"It"s the _Dueno_," (master), was heard muttering one of the Spaniards to the other--for the cabin was the dwelling of these notable negro-hunters.
"_Carajo_! what does the old _ladron_ want at this hour?" interrogated the first speaker, in his own tongue, which he knew was not understood by the Jew. "_Maldito_!" added he, in a grumbling voice; "it"s not very pleasant to be waked up in this fashion. Besides, I was dreaming of that yellow-skin that killed my dogs. I thought I had my _machete_ up to the hilt in his carcase. What a pity I was only dreaming it!"
"_Ta-ta_!" interrupted the other; "be silent, Andres. The old _ganadero_ is impatient. _Vamos_! I"m coming, Senor Don Jacob!"
"Make hashte, then!" answered the Jew from without. "I hash important bishness with both of yoush."
At this moment the door opened; and he who answered to the name of Manuel appeared in the doorway.
Without waiting for an invitation, Jessuron stepped inside the cabin.
"Does your business require a candle, senor?" inquired the Spaniard.
"No--no!" answered the Jew, quickly and impressively, as if to prevent the striking of a light. "It ish only talk; we can do it in the darknesh."
And darkness, black and profound, was most appropriate to the conversation that followed. Its theme was _murder_--the murder of Loftus Vaughan!
The plan proposed was for the two Spaniards--fit instruments for such purpose--to waylay the Custos upon the road--in some dark defile of the forest--anywhere--it mattered not, so long as it was on this side of Spanish Town.
"Fifty poundsh apeesh; goot Island currenshy," was the reward promised-- offered and accepted.
Jessuron instructed his brace of _entrepreneurs_ in all the details of the plan. He had learnt from Cynthia that the Custos intended to take the southern road, calling at Savanna-le-Mer. It was a roundabout way to the capital; but Jessuron had his suspicions why that route had been chosen. He knew that Savanna was the a.s.size town of Cornwall; and the Custos might have business there relating to himself, Prince Cingues, and his two dozen Mandingoes!
It was not necessary to instruct the _cacadores_ in these multifarious matters. There was no time to spend on any other than the details of their murderous plan; and these were made known to them with the rapidity of rapine itself.
In less than twenty minutes from the time he had entered the cabin the Jew issued out again, and walked back, with joyous mien and agile step, towards his dark dwelling.
Volume Two, Chapter x.x.xV.
STALKING THE SLEEPER.
Cubina, on arriving near the precincts of the penn, moved forward with increased caution. He knew that the penn-keeper was accustomed to keep dogs and night-watchers around his enclosure, not only to prevent the cattle and other quadrupeds from straying, but also the black bipeds that filled his barac.o.o.ns.
The Maroon was conscious, moreover, that his own att.i.tude towards the slave-merchant was, at this time, one of extreme hostility. His refusal to restore the runaway had been a declaration of open war between them; and the steps he had since taken in conjunction with the Custos--which he now knew to be no longer a secret to the slave-stealer--could not otherwise than render him an object of the Jew"s most bitter hatred.
Knowing all this, he felt the necessity of caution in approaching the place: for should the penn-keeper"s people find him prowling about the premises, they would be certain to capture him, if they could, and carry him before Jacob Jessuron, J.P., where he might expect to be treated to a little "justice"s justice."
With this prospect before him, in the event of being detected, he approached the Jew"s dwelling as cautiously as if he had been a burglar about to break into it.
It was towards the back of the house that he was advancing from the fields--or rather, the side of it, opposite to that on which lay the cattle and slave enclosures.
He had made a short circuit to approach by this side, conjecturing that the others would be more likely to be guarded by the slave and cattle watchers.
The fields, half returned to the condition of a forest, rendered it easy to advance under cover. A thick, second growth of logwood, bread-nut, and calabash trees covered the ground; and nearer the walls the old garden, now ruinate, still displayed a profusion of fruit-trees growing in wild luxuriance, such as guavas, mangoes, paw-paws, orange and lemon, sops, custard-apples, the akee, and avocada pear. Here and there a cocoa-palm raised its tufted crown far above the topmost spray of the humbler fruit-trees, its long, feathery fronds gently oscillating under the silent zephyrs of the night.
On getting within about a hundred yards of the house Cubina formed the intention not to go any nearer just then. The plan he had traced out was to station himself in some position where he could command a view of the verandah--or as much of it as it was possible to see from one place.
There he would remain until daybreak.
His conjecture was, that Herbert Vaughan would make his appearance as soon as the day broke, and this was all the more probable on account of his engagement with the Maroon himself.
The _protege_ of Jessuron would show himself in the verandah on leaving his chamber. He could not do otherwise, since all the sleeping-rooms-- and Cubina knew this--opened outward upon the gallery.
Once seen, a signal by some means--by Cubina showing himself outside, or calling the young Englishman by name--would bring about the desired interview, and hasten the execution of the project which the Maroon had conceived.
A slight elevation of the ground, caused by the crumbling ruins of an old wall, furnished the _vidette_ station desired; and the Maroon mounting upon this, took his stand to watch the verandah. He could see the long gallery from end to end on two sides of the dwelling, and he knew that it extended no farther.
Though the house glistened under a clear moonlight, the verandah itself was in shade; as was also the courtyard in front--the old grey pile projecting its sombre shadow beyond the walls that surrounded it. At the end, however, the moonbeams, slanting diagonally from the sky, poured their light upon the floor of the verandah, there duplicating the strong bar-like railing with which the gallery was inclosed.
The Maroon had not been many minutes upon the stand he had taken, when an object in the verandah arrested his attention. As his eye became more accustomed to the shadowy darkness inside, he was able to make out something that resembled a hammock, suspended crosswise, and at some height above the bal.u.s.trade of the verandah. It was near that end where the moonlight fell upon the floor.
As the moon continued to sink lower in the sky, her beams were flung farther along the gallery; and the object which had attracted the attention of Cubina came more into the light. It was a hammock, and evidently occupied. The taut cordage told that some one was inside it.
"If it should be the young Englishman himself!" was the conjectural reflection of Cubina.
If so, it might be possible to communicate with him at once, and save the necessity of waiting till daybreak.
How was the Maroon to be satisfied that it was he? It might be some one else! It might be Ravener, the overseer; and Cubina desired no conversation with him. What step could he take to solve this uncertainty?
As the Maroon was casting about for some scheme that would enable him to discover who was the occupant of the hammock, he noticed that the moonbeams had now crept nearly up to it, and in a few minutes more would be shining full upon it. He could already perceive, though very dimly, the face and part of the form of the sleeper inside. Could he only get to some elevated position a little nearer to the house, he might be able to make out who it was.
He scanned the ground with a quick glance. A position sufficiently elevated presented itself, but one not so easy to be reached. A cocoa-nut palm stood near the wall, whose crest of radiating fronds overlooked the verandah, drooping towards it. Could he but reach this tree un.o.bserved, and climb up to its crown, he might command a close view of him who slept in the swinging couch.
A second sufficed to determine him; and, crawling silently forward, he clasped the stem of the cocoa-tree, and "swarmed" upward. The feat was nothing to Cubina, who could climb like a squirrel.
On reaching the summit of the palm, he placed himself in the centre of its leafy crown--where he had the verandah directly under his eyes, and so near that he could almost have sprung into it.
The hammock was within ten feet of him; in a downward direction. He could have pitched his tobacco-pipe upon the face of the sleeper. The moonlight was now full upon it. It was the face of Herbert Vaughan!