CHAPTER XIV.
THE BATTLE FOR FREEDOM.
"Take the helm, Cyd, and mind how you steer!" said Dan, with earnestness, as he rose from his seat, and seized one of the guns.
"Hossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, aghast at the thought. "Wha--wha--wha----"
"Take the helm!" repeated the resolute skipper, with a decision which left no alternative for the boy.
"Possifus! Dis chile don"t want to set dar, and be shooted."
"There is no more danger there than there is any where else. Take your place, and don"t be a coward. If you want to be free, you must fight for it now."
"Golly! Dis n.i.g.g.e.r ain"t afeered, but Cyd don"t want to be shooted, kase you can"t do widout Cyd."
But the trembling foremast hand took his place at the tiller. He continued to mutter to himself, as though he was repelling the charge of cowardice which had been fastened upon him.
"Come, Lily, you must go into your cabin now," added Dan, tenderly, as he turned to Lily. "This is no place for you."
"O, I"m not afraid of the guns, Dan; only of the slave-hunters, and I cannot hide myself from them."
"You may escape if you stay in the cabin, and you can do no good here. I shall feel better to know that you are in a place of safety."
"I"m not afraid, Dan; really, I am not," replied she, earnestly.
"But you are in our way here, Lily. Do go into your cabin, and lie down in your berth."
"I will if I am in the way."
"If we have to fight, it will be right here, and I am determined to resist to the last."
"I will go;" and Dan led her to the door of her cabin.
She entered, and threw herself upon the cushions of the berth, and Dan, satisfied that she was in a place of comparative safety, turned his attention to the defence of his party.
"Can you handle a gun?" said he, turning to Quin, who appeared to be as cool and resolute as the skipper.
"Well, I done shoot some," replied Quin.
"Take a gun, then."
"Wha--wha--wha----" gasped Cyd.
"Silence, Cyd! Keep both eyes on the sails, or I"ll put a bullet through your head. I didn"t expect you would be a coward at such a time as this."
"Dis chile ain"t a coward," answered Cyd, rising from his seat.
"Sit down, and mind your helm then!"
"Give me de gun, and I"ll show you Cyd ain"t no coward, no how."
"You never fired a gun in your life. You would be more likely to shoot yourself than any body else. Mind your helm; that"s all we want of you."
"Possifus! Dis chile ain"t no coward, no how," growled Cyd, as he cast his eyes at the sails. "Fire away dar, and show dese folks Cyd"s no coward!"
"Gwine to fire into dem folks in de boat?" asked Quin.
"I am, if occasion requires," replied Dan, as he discharged the gun he held in his hand in the direction of the pursuers. "But I want to let them know that we are armed, and able to give as good as they send. I don"t want to kill any of them if I can help it."
"I don"t mind killin ob "em; dat"s what dey done do to me if dey gits a chance."
"Stop your boat!" shouted one of the men again; and it was evident, from the tones of the speaker, that the report of the gun from the Isabel was not altogether favorable to the views of the pursuers.
Dan made no reply, but loaded up his gun for further use.
"Stop your boat, or we"ll fire into you again," shouted the speaker.
"If you do you will get as good as you send," answered Dan, as he put the cap upon his piece.
The reply was followed by another shot from the slave-hunters; but the ball whistled far above the heads of the fugitives. Dan took deliberate aim at the boat, and fired, ordering Quin to do the same. So far as they could discover, neither of the shots took effect. From this time both parties kept up an occasional firing; but as the night was so dark, and the motion of the boats not favorable to a steady aim, no one in the Isabel was. .h.i.t, and Dan and his companion were not aware of any different result to the other boat.
Cyd maintained his position at the helm with the steadiness of an old salt who had stood at the wheel in a hundred battles; and Dan, witnessing his improved demeanor, began to think his singular conduct had been the result of excitement rather than of timidity.
But one thing was painfully evident to all on board of the schooner--that the boat was gaining upon her, and that the wind was gradually dying out. There was no hope for them except in their own right arms. They must fight for liberty, fight for the rights which they had boldly rea.s.sumed. Dan and Quin were fully determined upon this course, and if they could bring Cyd up to a sense of duty on this trying emergency, there would be some chance of success.
As it was, the odds were against them. The pursuers were probably men accustomed to the use of arms, while all in the Isabel were, to say the least, very indifferent marksmen. Hitherto, they had fired at a dark ma.s.s on the water, for they could not distinguish the enemy in the gloom of the night, and the pursuers had been subject to the same disadvantage. A nearer approach to each other of the contending parties, would enable both to obtain a more accurate aim, and the work of death could not be much longer postponed.
"De wind"s clean gone," said Cyd, as the heavy sails of the Isabel began to flap idly in the brails.
"Cyd, you must fight!" added Dan, earnestly.
"Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, rising and seizing a boat-hook that lay on the quarter. "Dis chile will fight, for sartin."
"Good, Cyd! You are a brave fellow! You deserve to be free, and you shall be."
"Hossifus! Don"t tell Cyd he"s a coward, kase he ain"t no such ting, no how."
"I didn"t mean that, Cyd; and I take it all back," added Dan. "The boat has lost her headway now. They will be upon us in a moment or two.
Stand firm, Cyd, and break the head of any man that attempts to get into the boat."
"Yes, sar! Dat"s jus what I"se gwine to do. I"ll broke de head ob any n.i.g.g.e.r-hunter dat"s gwine to come in dis boat, for sartin."
"Now, stoop down both of you, and let them fire over our heads as they come up."
Dan crouched down in the bottom of the Isabel, with the gun ready for use when the decisive moment should arrive; Quin and Cyd did the same, and the intrepid skipper proceeded to give them such instructions for repelling the a.s.sault as the occasion required. All of them were to keep their places till the pursuers were close alongside, when the four guns, which were ready for use, were to be discharged. They hoped this would be sufficient to drive them off. If it should not, a fifty-six pound weight, taken from the ballast in the run, was to be pitched into the boat, as she came alongside, which would break out a hole in its bottom, and sink it before the enemy could get on board; Cyd was then to do duty with his boat-hook, and the others with similar weapons.
The slave-hunters showed some hesitation in boarding the schooner. The guns which had been fired from her had undoubtedly inspired them with a proper respect for those on board of her. The Isabel lay with her sails hanging loosely from the gaffs for half an hour, and still the enemy did not come up to her.