"Wait a moment," put in Leonard, speaking for the first time. "I am going to begin now. A hundred and ten."
The mult.i.tude shouted again, the contest was growing exciting. Xavier glared at Leonard and bit his fingers with rage. He was very near his limit of possible expenditure.
"Now then," cried Pereira, licking his lips for joy, since the price had already run twenty ounces higher than he expected, "Now then, friend Xavier, am I to knock down this beauty to the stranger captain Pierre?
It sounds a lot, but she is cheap at the price, dirt cheap. Look at her and bid up. But mind, it is cash down--no credit, no, not for an ounce."
"A hundred and fifteen," said Xavier, with the air of a man making his last throw for fortune.
"A hundred and twenty," replied Leonard quietly.
He had bid to the last ounce in his possession, and if Xavier went further he must give in, unless, indeed, he chose to offer Soa"s ruby in payment. This, needless to say, he was not anxious to do; moreover, no one would believe a stone of that size to be genuine. Of all this, however, Leonard showed nothing in his face, but turning coolly he called to a slave-girl to bring him spirits and busied himself with filling his gla.s.s. His hand never trembled, for he knew well that his antagonist was watching for a cue, and if he showed uncertainty all might be lost. But in his heart, Leonard wondered what he should do if another ounce was bid.
Meanwhile the spectators were shouting encouragement, and Pereira was urging Xavier to increase his offer. For a while the Portugee hesitated, surveying Juanna, who stood pale and silent, her head bowed upon her breast. At this juncture Leonard turned, the gla.s.s still in his hand.
"Did you make any advance, senor?" he asked.
"No, curse you! Take her. I will not put down another ounce for her or any woman on the earth."
Leonard only smiled and looked at Pereira.
"Going!" said that worthy; "the white girl, Juanna, is going to the stranger Pierre for one hundred and twenty ounces of gold. Going! Come, Xavier, don"t lose her. If you do you will only be sorry once, and that will be always. Now, for the last time," and he lifted his gla.s.s in his hand and paused.
Xavier made a step forward and opened his lips to speak.
Leonard"s heart stood still, but presently the Portugee changed his mind and turned away.
"_Gone!_" screamed Pereira, bringing the gla.s.s down so heavily on the arm of his chair that it flew into fragments.
CHAPTER XIII
A MIDNIGHT MARRIAGE
"Gone," said Pereira again. "Now, friend Pierre, before we ratify this matter by the aid of holy Church, perhaps you will table the gold. This is a cash transaction, remember."
"Certainly," answered Leonard. "Where is that black dog of mine, the dwarf? Ah! there he is. Dog, weigh out the stuff; if you have not enough, here is more." And he unbuckled his belt, from which he had been careful to extract the ruby, and threw it to Otter.
"Now, gentlemen and companions," he went on, "for I hope that we may do business together by and by, drink my health and my bride"s. I have paid pretty dear for her, but what of it? A gentleman of our profession should always be ready to back his fancy, for if his is apt to be a short life he may as well make it a merry one."
"She will think the better of you, and you of her for it," cried a voice. "Here is to Captain Pierre and the girl." And they drank, shouting aloud in their half-drunken merriment.
Meanwhile Otter, advancing with obsequious steps, was pouring handful after handful of gold coin and ingots into the large scales which Pereira caused to be held before him. At length all the gold was in, a shining heap.
"The balance does not turn," said Xavier; "I claim the girl."
"Baas," said Otter in a low voice, and speaking in Dutch, "have you more gold? The weight is short."
Leonard glanced carelessly at the scales: they were trembling on the turn.
"As much as you like," he said, "but here is what will do it."
And drawing off his signet ring he threw it on the pile. The ruby excepted, it was the last thing of value that he had about him. Then the scale vibrated and sank down.
"Good," said Pereira, rubbing his hands at the sight of so much treasure. "Bring me the acid that I may test the stuff. No offence, stranger Pierre, but this is a wicked world, in which bra.s.s has pa.s.sed for gold before to-day."
The acid was brought and the ingots were tested at hazard, Pereira holding them up to the light of a lamp.
"They are good," he said. "Now, Father, do your part."
The priest Francisco stepped forward. He was very pale and seemed terrified. Leonard, watching him, wondered what had brought him into such company, for the man"s face was good and even refined.
"Dom Antonio," said the priest in a soft girlish voice, "I protest against this. Fate has brought me among you, though not of my own will, and I have been forced to bear the sight of much evil, but I have wrought none. I have shriven the dying, I have ministered to the sick, I have comforted the oppressed, but I have taken no share of the price of blood. I am a priest of our holy Church, and if I wed these two before the sight of men, they will be husband and wife till death, and I shall have set the seal of the blessing of the Church upon an act of shame. I will not do it."
"You will not do it, you shaveling traitor?" screamed Pereira in a voice hoa.r.s.e with rage. "Do you want to follow your brother then? Look here, my friend, either you obey me and marry these two or----" and he hissed a horrible threat.
"NO, no," said Leonard, anxious to find an escape from this abominable mockery. "Let him be. What do the cheat"s prayers matter? The lady and I can do without them."
"I tell you, stranger, that you shall marry the girl, and this sniveller must marry you. If you don"t, I will keep both her and the gold. And as for him, he can choose. Here, slaves, bring the _sjamboch_."
Francisco"s delicate face flushed pink. "I am no hero that I can suffer thus," he said; "I will do your bidding, Dom Antonio, and may G.o.d forgive me the sin! For you, Pierre and Juanna, I am about to make you man and wife, to join you in a sacrament that is none the less holy and indissoluble because of the dreadful circ.u.mstances under which it is celebrated. I say to you, Pierre, abandon your wickedness, and love and cherish this woman, lest a curse from heaven fall upon you. I say to you, Juanna, put your trust in G.o.d, the G.o.d of the fatherless and oppressed, who will avenge your wrongs--and forgive me. Let water be brought, that I may consecrate it--water and a ring."
"Here, take this one," said Pereira, lifting Leonard"s signet ring from the pile of gold. "I give it back for a luck-penny."
And he tossed the ring to the priest.
Water was brought in a basin, and the father consecrated it.
Then he bade Leonard stand by the girl and motioned to the crowd to fall back from them. All this while Leonard had been watching Juanna. She said no word, and her face was calm, but her eyes told him the terror and perplexity which tore her heart.
Once or twice she lifted her clenched right hand towards her lips, then dropped it without touching them. Leonard knew but too well what deed she meditated. He knew also the deadly nature of the drug she carried.
If once it touched her tongue! The suspense was terrible. He could bear it no longer; even at the risk of discovery he must speak with her.
In obedience to the priest"s direction he sauntered to her side laughing. Then, still laughing, with his hand he separated the tresses of dark hair, as though to look at the beauty of her side face, and bent down as if to kiss her.
She stood pale and rigid, but once more her hand was lifted towards her mouth.
"Stop," he whispered swiftly into her ear, speaking in English, "I have come to rescue you. Go through with this farce, it means nothing. Then, if I bid you, run for the drawbridge into the slave-camp."
She heard, a light of intelligence shone in her eyes, and her hand fell again.
"Come, stop that, friend Pierre," said Pereira suspiciously. "What are you whispering about?"
"I was telling the bride how beautiful I think her," he answered carelessly.
Juanna turned and flashed on him a well-simulated glance of hate and scorn. Then the service began.
The young priest was gifted with a low and beautiful voice, and by the light of the moon he read the ritual of marriage so solemnly that even the villains who stood round ceased their jokes and sneers and were silent. All things were done in order, though Juanna made no reply to the usual questions. With much sham courtesy the loathsome Pereira presided over the ceremony--their hands were joined, the ring was set upon Juanna"s finger, the blessing was p.r.o.nounced, and it was finished.