"Came up with a party."
"Seen ary runaway n.i.g.g.e.r in the water?"
"No," shouted Dan, promptly.
The question filled him with hope, for it a.s.sured him the slave-hunters had not been near enough even to hear the report of the fowling-pieces when he fired them; or, at least, not near enough to discover who had fired them.
"Didn"t ye see him?" asked the pursuers again.
"No."
"Gossifus! Wha--wha--wha--what"s de matter?" demanded Cyd, rushing up from the cabin with Quin, both of them having been awakened from their slumbers by the voice of the skipper.
"Silence, Cyd!" said Dan, in a low, decided tone.
"Hush, Cyd!" added Lily, in a whisper. "Don"t speak a word."
"Wha--wha--wha----"
"Hush, Cyd!" repeated Lily, who seemed, in the moment of danger, to be endowed with a self-possession at variance with her former timidity.
"Where you bound now?" called the slave-hunter.
"Home," replied Dan.
They asked no further questions for a time, and Dan saw, with a thrill of satisfaction, that they were lying upon their oars. He hoped that his answers had convinced them the runaway was not on board; but in this he was disappointed. He heard the men in the boat talking together, though he could not make out what they said. When the conference was ended, they renewed their efforts to overtake the Isabel.
"Hallo, the schooner!" shouted the spokesman again.
"Hallo, the boat," replied Dan.
"Heave to, and let us see you a minute."
"What for?"
"Want to talk with you."
"Can"t stop."
"Guess ye kin. Heven"t ye seen nary n.i.g.g.e.r?"
"No."
"Well, stop--won"t ye?"
"Can"t stop; must get home by sunrise."
"Well, ye must stop!" yelled the speaker, angrily, and with an oath.
"Hossifus!" groaned Cyd, in mortal terror.
"Shut up, Cyd," added Dan, sternly. "If you can"t hold your tongue, I"ll throw you overboard!"
"Possifus! Ugh! Wha--wha--wha----"
"Come, Cyd," interposed Quin, in a low tone, "don"t make a noise. If you do, we shall all be lost."
"Dis chile"s awful skeered. I done wish I hadn"t come," replied Cyd, in a gentler tone; but the words trembled on his lips.
"Quin," said Dan.
"Sar," replied the fugitive, with a self-possession which thoroughly shamed the quaking Cyd.
"Take hold of the painter of the bateau, and haul it alongside."
"Yes, sar."
"Cyd, take hold and help him. Haul it up to the foremast, and take it on deck."
The order was obeyed, though Cyd, in his terror, was not able to render much a.s.sistance. The bateau was taken on deck to a.s.sist the sailing of the Isabel, and also to prevent the pursuers from seizing it, if they should unfortunately come near enough to do so.
"Stop your boat, I say," yelled the slave-hunter, after they had pulled for a few moments with the most determined zeal.
"Can"t stop!" replied Dan.
"Stop her, or I"ll fire into you!"
"Gossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, whose teeth were still chattering with fear.
Dan made no reply, and concluded not to answer any more questions.
"Are ye go"n to stop her?" demanded the pursuer. "I b"lieve you"ve got that n.i.g.g.e.r on board; and if ye don"t heave to, I"ll fotch ye up with a bullet."
"Bring up the guns, Cyd," said Dan, with forced coolness.
"Wha--wha--wha----"
"The guns!" said Dan, fiercely, as he stamped his foot upon the flooring to emphasize his meaning.
"Gossifus! I done think--" But Cyd disappeared in the cabin without giving those on deck the benefit of his thoughts.
"Now, Lily, you must go into your cabin. Lie down in your berth, for they may fire upon us," said Dan. "Don"t be alarmed; there are only three men in that boat, and we can certainly beat them off."
"I will not leave you, Dan. I am not afraid of the bullets. I only fear----"
At that moment the report of a gun startled them, and the ball whistled close by Dan"s head.