"Were "ave you bin?" growled c.o.ke. "We"ve lost a good ten minnits.
You ought to "ave known, Hozier, that it"s darkest just after sunset."
"We could not have started sooner, sir."
"W"y not? We were kep" waitin" up there, searchin" for you."
"That was our best slice of luck to-day. Had any of you appeared on the ledge you would have been seen from the launch."
"Wot launch?"
"The launch that visited us this morning. Ten minutes ago she was standing by at the foot of the rock."
Philip spoke slowly and clearly. He meant his news to strike home. As he antic.i.p.ated, De Sylva broke in.
"You _saw_ it?" he asked, and his deep voice vibrated with dismay.
"Yes. I even made out, by actions rather than words, that the darkness alone prevented the soldiers from coming here to-night. The skipper would not risk it."
De Sylva said something under his breath. He spoke rapidly to San Benavides, and the latter seemed to be cowed, for his reply was brief.
Then the ex-President reverted to English.
"I have decided to send Marcel and Domingo ash.o.r.e first," he said.
"They will select the safest place for a landing. Marcel will bring back the catamaran, and take off Mr. Hozier and the young lady.
Captain c.o.ke and I will follow, and the others in such order as Senhor Benavides thinks fit. The catamaran will only hold three with safety, but Marcel believes he can find another for Domingo. Remember, all of you, silence is essential. If there is an accident, some of us may be called on to drown without a cry. We must be ready to do it for the sake of those who are left. Are we all agreed?"
A hum of voices answered him. De Sylva was, at least, a born leader.
CHAPTER VIII
THE RIGOR OF THE GAME
In obedience to their leader"s order, Marcel, the taciturn, and Domingo, from whose lips the Britons had scarce heard a syllable, squatted on the catamaran. Marcel wielded a short paddle, and an almost imperceptible dip of its broad blade sent the strangely-built craft across the pool. Once in the shadow, it disappeared completely.
There was no visible outlet. The rocks thrust their stark ridge against the sky in a seemingly impa.s.sable barrier. Some of the men stared at the jagged crests as though they half expected to see the Brazilians making a portage, just as travelers in the Canadian northwest haul canoes up a river obstructed by rapids.
"Well, that gives me the go-by," growled c.o.ke, whose alert ear caught no sound save the rippling of the water. "I say, mister, "ow is it done?" he went on.
"It is a simple thing when you know the secret," said De Sylva. "Have you pa.s.sed Fernando Noronha before, Captain?"
"Many a time."
"Have you seen the curious natural ca.n.a.l which you sailors call the Hole in the Wall?"
"Yes, it"s near the s"uth"ard end."
"Well, the sea has worn away a layer of soft rock that existed there.
In the course of centuries a channel has been cut right across the two hundred yards of land. Owing to the same cause the summer rains have excavated a ravine through the crater up above, and a similar pa.s.sage exists here, only it happens to run parallel to the line of the cliff.
It extends a good deal beyond its apparent outlet, and is defended by a dangerous reef. Marcel once landed on a rock during a very calm day, and saw the opening. He investigated it, luckily for me--luckily, in fact, for all of us."
Watts interrupted De Sylva"s smooth periods by a startled e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, and c.o.ke turned on him fiercely.
"Wot"s up now?" he demanded. "Ain"t you sober yet?"
"Some dam thing jumped on me," explained Watts.
"Probably a crab," said De Sylva. "There are jumping crabs all around here. It will not hurt you. It is quite a small creature."
"Oh, if it"s on"y a crab," muttered Watts, "sorry I gev" tongue, skipper. I thought it was a rat, an" I can"t abide "em."
"Then you must learn to endure them while you are in Fernando do Noronha itself," went on the Brazilian. "The island absolutely swarms with rats; some of the larger varieties are rather dangerous."
"Sufferin" Moses!" groaned Watts. "It"ll be the death o" me."
"Wot color are they?" asked c.o.ke. De Sylva"s reply was given in a tone of surprise. Certainly these hardy mariners had selected an unusual topic for discussion at a critical moment.
"The common dark gray," he said.
"That"s all right, then," sneered c.o.ke. "Watts don"t mind "em gray.
They"re old messmates of his. It"s w"en they"re pink or green that he fights shy of "em."
"I hate rats of any sort----" began Watts hotly, spurred to anger by an audible sn.i.g.g.e.r among the men, but De Sylva stopped his protest peremptorily. It was idiotic, this bantering when the next half hour might be their last.
"You must learn to guard your tongue," he said with harsh distinctness.
"We cannot have our plans marred by a fool"s outcry."
Nevertheless, the chief officer of the _Andromeda_ was far from being a fool. He had cut an inglorious figure during the wreck, but he was sober enough now, and it hurt his pride to be jeered at by his own skipper and treated with contumely by one whom he privately cla.s.sed as a Dago. He had the good sense to realize that the present was no fit time for a display of temper; but he nursed his wrath. Dom Corria would have been well advised had he followed the counsel given so ungraciously, and guarded his own tongue.
It might well be that the ex-President, whose fortunes were on the tiptoe of desperate hazard, was beginning to despair. He may have scanned the meager forces at his disposal and felt that he was asking the G.o.ds for more than they could grant. A few minutes earlier he had put forth the suave suggestion that Hozier should be given the speediest chance of securing the girl"s safety. That was politic; perhaps his stanch nerve was yielding to the strain, now that the two islanders were gone on their doubtful quest. Be that as it may, his att.i.tude did not encourage light conversation. Even c.o.ke withheld some jibe at the unfortunate mate"s expense. A chill silence fell on the little group. The more imaginative among them were calculating the exact kind of lurch taken by the unstable raft that would mean "drowning without a cry."
Thus the minutes sped, until a dim shape emerged from the opposite blackness. It came unheard, growing from nothing into something with ghostly subtlety. Iris, a prey to many emotions, managed to stifle the exclamation of alarm that rose unbidden. But Hozier read her distress in a hardly audible sob.
"It is our friend, Marcel," he whispered. "So Domingo has made good his landing. Be brave! The sea is quite calm. This man has been to the island and back in less than a quarter of an hour."
His confidence gave her new courage. She even tried to turn danger itself into a jest.
"We seem to be living in spasms just now," she said. "We certainly crowd a good deal of excitement into a very few minutes."
The catamaran swung round and grated on the shingle. Marcel was in a hurry.
"Are you ready?" asked De Sylva, bending toward Iris.
"Yes," she said.
"Then you had better kneel behind Marcel, and steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. Yes, that is it. Do not change your position until you are ash.o.r.e. Now you, Mr. Hozier."
Marcel murmured something.