"It"s exactly what I mean. You wouldn"t come to see your neighbor so he decided to come to see you. Good communications correct evil manners.
See this?"
He held up a steel p.r.o.nged instrument about six inches long.
"This was once a fork, a fork for eating, large and crude, I grant you, but a fork. It took me more than a month to steal it, that is I had to wait for a time when I was sure that the soldier who brought my food was so lazy or so stupid that he would not miss it. I waited another week as an additional precaution, and after that my task was easy. If the best watch, clock and instrument maker in the State of Maine couldn"t pick any lock with a fork it was time for him to lie on his back and die. I picked the lock of my own door in a minute the first time by dead reckoning, but it took me a full two minutes to open yours, although I"ll relock it in half that time when I go out. Where there"s a will there will soon be an open door."
He flourished the fork, the two p.r.o.ngs of which now curved at the end, and grinned broadly. He had a look of health despite the dead whiteness of his face, which Ned now knew was caused by prison pallor. Ned liked him. He liked him for many reasons. He liked him because his eyes were kindly. He liked him because he was one of his own race. He liked him because he was a fellow prisoner, and he liked him above all because this was the first human companionship that he had had in a time that seemed ages.
Obed meanwhile was examining him with scrutinizing eyes. He had heard the voice of fever, but he did not expect to find in the "tomb" next to his own a mere boy.
"How does it happen," he asked, "that one as young as you is a prisoner here in a dungeon with the castle of San Juan de Ulua and the sea on top of him?"
Obed White had the mellowest and most soothing voice that Ned had ever heard. Now it was like that of a father speaking to the sick son whom he loved, and the boy trusted him absolutely.
"I was sent here," he replied, "by Santa Anna and his brother-in-law, Cos, because I knew too much, or rather suspected too much. I was held at the capital with Mr. Austin. We were not treated badly. Santa Anna himself would come to see us and talk of the great good that he was going to do for Texas, but I could not believe him. I was sure instead that he was gathering his forces to crush the Texans. So, I escaped, meaning to go to Texas with a message of warning."
"A wise boy and a brave one," said Obed White with admiration. "You suspected but you kept your counsel. Still waters run slowly, but they run."
Ned told all his story, neglecting scarcely a detail. The feeling that came of human companionship was so strong and his trust was so great that he did not wish to conceal anything.
"You"ve endured about as much as ought to come to one boy," said Obed White, "and you"ve gone through all this alone. What you need is a partner. Two heads can do what one can"t. Well, I"m your partner. As I"m the older, I suppose I ought to be the senior partner. Do you hereby subscribe to the articles of agreement forming the firm of White & Fulton, submarine engineers, tunnel diggers, jail breakers, or whatever form of occupation will enable us to escape from the castle of San Juan de Ulua?"
"Gladly," said Ned, and he held out a thin, white hand. Obed White seized it, but he remembered not to grasp it too firmly. This boy had been ill a long time, and he was white and very weak. The heart of the man overflowed with pity.
"Good-night, Ned," he said. "I mustn"t stay too long, but I"ll come again lots of times, and you and I will talk business then. The firm of White & Fulton will soon begin work of the most important kind. Now you watch me unlock that door. They say that pride goeth before a fall, but in this case it is going right through an open door."
Obviously he was proud of his skill as he had a full right to be. He inserted the hooked p.r.o.ngs of the fork in the great keyhole, twisted them about a little, and then the lock turned in its groove.
"Good-by, Ned," said Obed again. "It"s time I was back in my own tomb which is just like yours. I hate to lock in a good friend like you, but it must be done."
He disappeared in the hall, the door swung shut and Ned heard the lock slide in the groove again. He was alone once more. The light that had seemed to illuminate his dungeon went with the man, but he left hope behind. Ned would not be alone in the spirit as long as he knew that Obed White was in the cell next to his.
He lay a while, thinking on the chances of fate. They had served him ill, for a long time. Had the turn now come? He did not know it, but it was the human companionship, the friendly voice that had raised such a great hope in his breast. He glided from thought into a peaceful sleep and slept a long time, without dreams or even vague, floating visions.
His breath came long and full at regular intervals, and with every beat of his pulse new strength flowed into his body. While he slept nature was hard at work, rebuilding the strong young frame which had yielded only to overpowering circ.u.mstances.
Ned ate his breakfast voraciously the next day and wanted more. Dinner also left him hungry, but, carrying out his original plan, he counterfeited weakness, and, before the soldier left, lay down upon the pallet as if he were too languid to care for anything. He disposed of supper in similar fashion, and then waited with a throbbing pulse for the second call from the senior member of the firm of White & Fulton.
After an incredible period of waiting he heard the slight rasping of the fork in the keyhole. Then the door was opened and the older partner entered. Before speaking he carefully relocked the door.
"I believe you"re glad to see me," he said to Ned. "You"re sitting up. I don"t think I ever before saw a boy improve so much in twenty-four hours. I"ll just feel your pulse. It will be one of my duties as senior partner to practice medicine for a little while. Yes, it"s a strong pulse, a good pulse. You"re quite clear of fever. You need nothing now but your strength back again, and we"ll wait for that. All things come to him who waits, if he doesn"t die of old age first."
His talk was so rapid and cheerful that he seemed fairly to radiate vigor. It was a powerful tonic to Ned who felt so strong that he was prepared to attempt escape at once. But Obed shook his head when he suggested it.
"That strength comes from your feelings," he said. "All that glitters isn"t gold or silver or any other precious metal. That false strength would break down under a long and severe test. We"ll just wait and plan.
For what we"re going to undertake you"re bound to have every ounce of vigor that you can acc.u.mulate."
"You"ve been able to go out in the hall when you chose, then why haven"t you gone away already?" asked Ned.
"I didn"t get my key perfected until a few days ago, and then as I heard you yelling in here I decided to find out about you. Two are company; one is none, and so we formed a partnership. Now when the firm acts both partners must act."
Ned did not reply directly. He did not know how to thank him for his generosity.
"Have you explored the hall?" he asked.
"It leads up a narrow stairway, down which I came some time ago when my Mexican brethren decided that I was too much of a Texan patriot.
Doubtless you trod the same dark and narrow path. At the head of that is another door which I have not tried, but which I know I can open with this master key of mine. Beyond that I"m ignorant of the territory, but there must be a way out since there was one in. Now, Ned, we must make no mistake. We must not conceal from ourselves that the firm of White & Fulton is confronted by a great task. We must select our time, and have ready for the crisis every particle of strength, courage and quickness that we possess."
Ned knew that he was right, and yet, despite his youth and natural strength, his convalescence was slow. He had pa.s.sed through too terrible an ordeal to recover entirely in a day or even a week. He would test his strength often and at night Obed White would test it, too, but always he was lacking in some particular. Then Obed would shake his head wisely and say: "Wait."
One night they heard the sea more loudly than ever before. It rolled heavily, just over their heads.
"There must be a great storm on the gulf," said Obed White. "I"ve lost count of time, but perhaps the period of gales is at hand. If so, I"m not sorry, it"ll hide our flight across the water. You"ll remember, Ned, that we"re a half mile from the mainland."
Fully two weeks pa.s.sed before they decided that Ned was restored to his old self. Meanwhile they had matured their plan.
"We came in as Texans," said Obed, "but we must go out as Mexicans.
There is no other way. It"s all simple in the saying, but we"ve got to be mighty quick in the doing. We must make the change right here in this cell of yours, because, you having been an invalid so long, they"re likely to be careless about you."
Ned agreed with him fully, and they began to train their bodies and minds for a supreme effort. They were now able to tell the difference between night and day by the temperature. The air that came through the holes in the ceiling was a little cooler by night, enough for senses trained to preternatural acuteness by long imprisonment to tell it. The guard always came about eight o"clock with Ned"s supper and they chose that time for the attempt.
Obed White entered Ned"s cell about six o"clock. The boy could scarcely restrain himself and the man"s blue eyes were snapping with excitement.
But Obed patted Ned on the shoulder.
"We must both keep cool," he said. "The more haste the less likely the deed. The first man comes in with the tray carrying your food. I stand here by the door and he pa.s.ses by without seeing me. I seize the second, drag him in and slam the door. Then the victory is to the firm of White & Fulton, if it prove to be the stronger. But we"ll have surprise in our favor."
They waited patiently. Ned lay upon his pallet. Obed flattened himself against the wall beside the door. Their plan fully arranged, neither now spoke. Overhead they heard the slow roll of the sea, lashed by the waves sweeping in from the gulf. But inside the cell the silence was absolute.
Ned lay in an att.i.tude apparently relaxed. His face was still white. It could not acquire color in that close cell, but he had never felt stronger. A powerful heart pumped vigorous blood through every artery and vein. His muscles had regained their toughness and flexibility, and above all, the intense desire for freedom had keyed him to supreme effort.
Usually he did not hear the soldier"s key turn in the lock, but soon he heard it and his heart pumped. He glanced at White, but the gray figure, flattened against the wall, never moved. The door swung open and the soldier, merely a shambling peon, bearing the tray, entered. Behind him according to custom came the second man who stood in the doorway, leaning upon his musket. But he stood there only an instant. A pair of long, powerful arms which must have seemed to him at that moment like the antennae of a devil-fish, reached out, seized him in a fierce grip by either shoulder, and jerked him gun and all into the cell. The door was kicked shut and the grasp of the hands shifted from his shoulders to his throat. He could not cry out although the terrible face that bent over him made his soul start with fear.
The man with the tray heard the noise behind him and turned. Ned sprang like a panther. All the force and energy that he had been concentrating so long were in the leap. The soldier went down as if he had been struck by a cannon ball and his tray and dishes rattled upon him. But he was a wiry fellow and grasping his a.s.sailant he struggled fiercely.
"Now stop, my good fellow. Just lie still! That"s the way!"
It was Obed White who spoke, and he held the muzzle of a pistol at the man"s head. The other soldier lay stunned in the corner. It was from his belt that Obed had s.n.a.t.c.hed the pistol.
"Get up, Ned," said White. "The first step in our escape from the Castle of San Juan de Ulua has been taken. Meanwhile, you lie still, my good fellow; we"re not going to hurt you. No, you needn"t look at your comrade. I merely compressed his windpipe rather tightly. He"ll come to presently. Ned, take that gay red handkerchief out of his pocket and tie his arms. If I were going to be bound I should like for the deed to be done with just such a beautiful piece of cloth. Meanwhile, if you cry out, my friend, I shall have to blow the top of your head off with this pistol. It"s not likely that they would hear your cry, but they might hear my pistol shot."
Ned bound the man rapidly and deftly. There was no danger that he would utter a sound, while Obed White held the pistol. Under the circ.u.mstances he was satisfied with the status quo. The second man was bound in a similar fashion just as he was reviving, and he, too, was content to yield to like threats. Obed drew a loaded pistol from the first man"s belt and handed it, too, to Ned. He also looked rather contemptuously at the musket that the guard by the door had dropped.
"A cheap weapon," he said. "A poor subst.i.tute for our American rifle, but we"ll take it along, Ned. We may need it. You gather their ammunition while I stand handy with this pistol in case they should burst their bonds."
Ned searched the men, taking all their ammunition, their knives and also the key to the door. Then he and Obed divested the two of their outer clothing and put it upon themselves. Fortunately both soldiers had worn their hats and they pulled them down over their own faces.
"If we don"t come into too bright a light, Ned," said White, "you"ll pa.s.s easily for a Mexican. Mexican plumage makes a Mexican bird. Now how do I look?"
"I could take you for Santa Anna himself," said Ned, elated at their success.