David moved his aching head gingerly, and was conscious of a b.u.mp as large as a tennis ball behind his right ear.
"What happened to me?" he demanded.
"You were sort of kidnapped, I guess," laughed the young man. "It was a raw deal, but they couldn"t take any chances. The pilot will land you at Okra Point. You can hire a rig there to take you to the railroad."
"But why?" demanded David indignantly. "Why was I kidnapped? What had I done? Who were those men who--"
From the pilot-house there was a sharp jangle of bells to the engine-room, and the speed of the tug slackened.
"Come on," commanded the young man briskly. "The pilot"s going ash.o.r.e.
Here"s your grip, here"s your hat. The ladder"s on the port side. Look where you"re stepping. We can"t show any lights, and it"s dark as--"
But, even as he spoke, like a flash of powder, as swiftly as one throws an electric switch, as blindingly as a train leaps from the tunnel into the glaring sun, the darkness vanished and the tug was swept by the fierce, blatant radiance of a search-light.
It was met by shrieks from two hundred throats, by screams, oaths, prayers, by the sharp jangling of bells, by the blind rush of many men scurrying like rats for a hole to hide in, by the ringing orders of one man. Above the tumult this one voice rose like the warning strokes of a fire-gong, and looking up to the pilot-house from whence the voice came, David saw the barkeeper still in his shirt-sleeves and with his derby hat pushed back behind his ears, with one hand clutching the telegraph to the engine-room, with the other holding the spoke of the wheel.
David felt the tug, like a hunter taking a fence, rise in a great leap.
Her bow sank and rose, tossing the water from her in black, oily waves, the smoke poured from her funnel, from below her engines sobbed and quivered, and like a hound freed from a leash she raced for the open sea. But swiftly as she fled, as a thief is held in the circle of a policeman"s bull"s-eye, the shaft of light followed and exposed her and held her in its grip. The youth in the golf cap was clutching David by the arm. With his free hand he pointed down the shaft of light. So great was the tumult that to be heard he brought his lips close to David"s ear.
"That"s the revenue cutter!" he shouted. "She"s been laying for us for three weeks, and now," he shrieked exultingly, "the old man"s going to give her a race for it."
From excitement, from cold, from alarm, David"s nerves were getting beyond his control.
"But how," he demanded, "how do I get ash.o.r.e?"
"You don"t!"
"When he drops the pilot, don"t I--"
"How can he drop the pilot?" yelled the youth. "The pilot"s got to stick by the boat. So have you."
David clutched the young man and swung him so that they stood face to face.
"Stick by what boat?" yelled David. "Who are these men? Who are you?
What boat is this?"
In the glare of the search-light David saw the eyes of the youth staring at him as though he feared he were in the clutch of a madman. Wrenching himself free, the youth pointed at the pilot-house. Above it on a blue board in letters of gold-leaf a foot high was the name of the tug. As David read it his breath left him, a finger of ice pa.s.sed slowly down his spine. The name he read was The Three Friends.
"THE THREE FRIENDS!" shrieked David. "She"s a filibuster! She"s a pirate! Where"re we going?
"To Cuba!"
David emitted a howl of anguish, rage, and protest.
"What for?" he shrieked.
The young man regarded him coldly.
"To pick bananas," he said.
"I won"t go to Cuba," shouted David. "I"ve got to work! I"m paid to sell machinery. I demand to be put ash.o.r.e. I"ll lose my job if I"m not put ash.o.r.e. I"ll sue you! I"ll have the law--"
David found himself suddenly upon his knees. His first thought was that the ship had struck a rock, and then that she was b.u.mping herself over a succession of coral reefs. She dipped, dived, reared, and plunged.
Like a hooked fish, she flung herself in the air, quivering from bow to stern. No longer was David of a mind to sue the filibusters if they did not put him ash.o.r.e. If only they had put him ash.o.r.e, in grat.i.tude he would have crawled on his knees. What followed was of no interest to David, nor to many of the filibusters, nor to any of the Cuban patriots.
Their groans of self-pity, their prayers and curses in eloquent Spanish, rose high above the crash of broken crockery and the pounding of the waves. Even when the search-light gave way to a brilliant sunlight the circ.u.mstance was un.o.bserved by David. Nor was he concerned in the tidings brought forward by the youth in the golf cap, who raced the slippery decks and vaulted the prostrate forms as sure-footedly as a hurdler on a cinder track. To David, in whom he seemed to think he had found a congenial spirit, he shouted Joyfully, "She"s fired two blanks at us!" he cried; "now she"s firing cannon-b.a.l.l.s!"
"Thank G.o.d," whispered David; "perhaps she"ll sink us!"
But The Three Friends showed her heels to the revenue cutter, and so far as David knew hours pa.s.sed into days and days into weeks. It was like those nightmares in which in a minute one is whirled through centuries of fear and torment. Sometimes, regardless of nausea, of his aching head, of the hard deck, of the waves that splashed and smothered him, David fell into broken slumber. Sometimes he woke to a dull consciousness of his position. At such moments he added to his misery by speculating upon the other misfortunes that might have befallen him on sh.o.r.e. Emily, he decided, had given him up for lost and married--probably a navy officer in command of a battle-ship. Burdett and Sons had cast him off forever. Possibly his disappearance had caused them to suspect him; even now they might be regarding him as a defaulter, as a fugitive from justice. His accounts, no doubt, were being carefully overhauled. In actual time, two days and two nights had pa.s.sed; to David it seemed many ages.
On the third day he crawled to the stern, where there seemed less motion, and finding a boat"s cushion threw it in the lee scupper and fell upon it. From time to time the youth in the golf cap had brought him food and drink, and he now appeared from the cook"s galley bearing a bowl of smoking soup.
David considered it a doubtful attention.
But he said, "You"re very kind. How did a fellow like you come to mix up with these pirates?"
The youth laughed good-naturedly.
"They"re not pirates, they"re patriots," he said, "and I"m not mixed up with them. My name is Henry Carr and I"m a guest of Jimmy Doyle, the captain."
"The barkeeper with the derby hat?" said David.
"He"s not a barkeeper, he"s a teetotaler," Carr corrected, "and he"s the greatest filibuster alive. He knows these waters as you know Broadway, and he"s the salt of the earth. I did him a favor once; sort of mouse-helping-the-lion idea. Just through dumb luck I found out about this expedition. The government agents in New York found out I"d found out and sent for me to tell. But I didn"t, and I didn"t write the story either. Doyle heard about that. So, he asked me to come as his guest, and he"s promised that after he"s landed the expedition and the arms I can write as much about it as I darn please."
"Then you"re a reporter?" said David.
"I"m what we call a cub reporter," laughed Carr. "You see, I"ve always dreamed of being a war correspondent. The men in the office say I dream too much. They"re always guying me about it. But, haven"t you noticed, it"s the ones who dream who find their dreams come true. Now this isn"t real war, but it"s a near war, and when the real thing breaks loose, I can tell the managing editor I served as a war correspondent in the Cuban-Spanish campaign. And he may give me a real job!"
"And you LIKE this?" groaned David.
"I wouldn"t, if I were as sick as you are," said Carr, "but I"ve a stomach like a Harlem goat." He stooped and lowered his voice. "Now, here are two fake filibusters," he whispered. "The men you read about in the newspapers. If a man"s a REAL filibuster, n.o.body knows it!"
Coming toward them was the tall man who had knocked David out, and the little one who had wanted to tie him to a tree.
"All they ask," whispered Carr, "is money and advertis.e.m.e.nt. If they knew I was a reporter, they"d eat out of my hand. The tall man calls himself Lighthouse Harry. He once kept a light-house on the Florida coast, and that"s as near to the sea as he ever got. The other one is a dare-devil calling himself Colonel Beamish. He says he"s an English officer, and a soldier of fortune, and that he"s been in eighteen battles. Jimmy says he"s never been near enough to a battle to see the red-cross flags on the base hospital. But they"ve fooled these Cubans.
The Junta thinks they"re great fighters, and it"s sent them down here to work the machine guns. But I"m afraid the only fighting they will do will be in the sporting columns, and not in the ring."
A half dozen sea-sick Cubans were carrying a heavy, oblong box. They dropped it not two yards from where David lay, and with a screwdriver Lighthouse Harry proceeded to open the lid.
Carr explained to David that The Three Friends was approaching that part of the coast of Cuba on which she had arranged to land her expedition, and that in case she was surprised by one of the Spanish patrol boats she was preparing to defend herself.
"They"ve got an automatic gun in that crate," said Carr, "and they"re going to a.s.semble it. You"d better move; they"ll be tramping all over you."
David shook his head feebly.
"I can"t move!" he protested. "I wouldn"t move if it would free Cuba."
For several hours with very languid interest David watched Lighthouse Harry and Colonel Beamish screw a heavy tripod to the deck and balance above it a quick-firing one-pounder. They worked very slowly, and to David, watching them from the lee scupper, they appeared extremely unintelligent.