"Ha! ha! ha!" he chuckled, while, manacled though his wrists were, he drew his right forefinger rapidly across his throat, uttering, as he did so, these words, "Your padre; ha! ha! dead--dead--dead."
His listeners were horrified. What McBain"s reply would have been none can say. It was not needed, for at that very moment, ere the exultant grin had vanished from the wretch"s face, there sprang on deck from the companion a figure, tall and gaunt, clad from top to toe in skins. He knelt on the deck in front of the pirate, the better to confront him.
With forefinger raised, "he held him with his glittering eye," while he addressed him as follows:
"Look here, Mister Pirate, I was going to use strong language, but I won"t, though I guess and calculate mild words are wasted on sich as you. The parson ain"t dead; ne"er a hair on his reverend head. Ye thought I"d scupper him, didn"t you, soon"s the ship was taken? Ye thought this child was your slave, didn"t ye? Ha! ha! though, he has rounded on ye at last, and if that bit of black rag weren"t enough to hang you and your wretched crew of cutthroats, here in front o" ye kneels one witness o" your dirty deeds, and the other will be on deck in a minute in the person o" the parson you thought dead. How d"ye like it, eh?" and the speaker once more stood erect, and confronted our heroes.
"Seth!" they e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, in one voice.
"Seth! by all that is marvellous!" said McBain, clutching the old man by the right hand, while Rory seized his left, and Allan and Ralph got hold of an arm each.
"Ah! gentlemen," said honest Seth--and there was positively a tear in his eye as he spoke--"it"s on occasions like these that one wishes he had four hands,--a hand for every friend. Yes, I reckon it is Seth himself, and nary a one else. You may well say wonders will never cease. You may well ask me how on earth I came here. It war Providence, gentlemen, and nuthin" else, that I knows on. It war Providence sent that cut-throat skipper to the land where you left me on the _s...o...b..rd_, though I didn"t think so at the time, when they burned and pillaged my hut and killed poor old Plunkett, nor when they carried me a prisoner on board the _Maelsturm_. They meant to scupper old Seth.
They did talk o" bilin" his old bones in whale oil, but they soon found out he could heal a hole in a hide as well as make one, and so, gentlemen, I"ve been surgeon-in-chief to this craft for nine months and over. Yes, it war Providence and nuthin" else, and I knew it war as soon as I saw your ship heave in sight, the day they guessed they"d wreck ye. The parson"s daughter, poor little Dunette, war on board then. I sent her to save ye; and when I heard your voice, Captain McBain, on the reef, I felt sure it war Providence then, and I kind o"
prayed in my rough way that He might spare ye. Shake hands, gentlemen, again. Bother these old eyes o" mine; they will keep watering."
And Seth drew his sleeve rapidly across his face as he spoke.
Rory was a proud--boy, ahem! well, _man_, then, if you will have it so, when that same afternoon he was put on board the _Maelsturm_, as captain of her, with a picked crew from the _Arrandoon_, and with orders to make all sail for Reikjavik. McBain"s last words to him were these,--
"Keep your weather eye lifting, Captain Roderick Elphinston. Clap two sentries on those ruffianly prisoners of yours, and let your men sleep with their cutla.s.ses by their sides and their revolvers under their heads."
"Ay, ay, sir!" said Rory.
Rory allowed his crew to sleep, but he himself paced the deck all the livelong night. Occasionally he could see the lights of the _Arrandoon_ far on ahead; but towards morning the weather got thick and somewhat squally, and at daylight the _Maelsturm_ seemed alone on the ocean.
Sail was taken in, but the ship kept her course, and just in the even-glome Rory ran into the Bay of Reikjavik, and dropped anchor, and shortly after a boat came off from the _Arrandoon_ with both Allan and Ralph in it, to congratulate the boy-captain on the success of his, first voyage as skipper-commandant.
Next day both the pirate vessel and her captor were show-ships for the people--all the _elite_ and beauty of Reikjavik crowded off from the sh.o.r.e in dozens to see them. The dilapidated condition of the _Maelsturm_, her broken bulwarks, rent rigging, and shivered spars, showed how fierce the fight had been. Nor were evidences of the struggle wanting on board the _Arrandoon_, albeit the men had been hard at work all the day making good repairs.
The dead were buried at sea; the wounded were mostly sent on sh.o.r.e.
Five poor fellows belonging to McBain"s ship would never fight again, and many more were placed for a time _hors de combat_.
As to the prisoners, they were transferred to a French ship that lay at Reikjavik, and that in the course of a week sailed with them for Denmark. Seth and the officers of the _Arrandoon_ made and signed depositions; and in addition to this, as evidence against the pirates, the old clergyman and his daughter Dunette, now joyfully reunited, went along with the Frenchman, while, with a crew from sh.o.r.e, the _Maelsturm_ left some days after. The black flag had never been lowered, nor was it until the day the pirate captain and many of his crew expiated their long list of crimes on the scaffold at the Holms of Copenhagen.
Poor Dunette, the tears fell unheeded from her sad blue eyes as she bade farewell to our heroes on the deck of the _Arrandoon_. She did not say good-bye to the surgeon, however--at least not there. He had begged for a boat, and accompanied her on board the vessel in which she was to sail. Have they a secret, we wonder? Is it possible that our quiet surgeon has won the heart of this beautiful fair-haired Danish maiden?
These are questions we must not seek answer to now, but time may tell.
Not until the pirate ship had left the bay, and the wounded were so far convalescent as to be brought once more on board, did the old peace and quiet settle down upon the good ship _Arrandoon_. And now once more all was bustle and stir; in a day or two they would start for the far north, and bid adieu to civilisation--a long but not, they hoped, a last adieu.
The very evening before they sailed, a farewell party was given on board the _Arrandoon_. The decks were tented over with canvas lined with flags, and the whole scene was gay and festive in the extreme. Poetic Rory could not have believed that there was so much female youth and loveliness in this primitive little town of Reikjavik. No wonder that day was dawning in the east ere the last boat of laughing and merry guests left for the sh.o.r.e.
Many and many a time afterwards, when surrounded by dangers innumerable, when beset in ice, when engulfed in darkness and storm, in the mysterious regions of the Pole, did they look back with pleasure to that last happy night spent in the bay of Reikjavik.
But see, it is twelve o"clock by the sun. Flags are floating gaily on the fort, on the little church tower, and on every eminence in or near the town, and the beach and snow-clad rocks are lined with an excited crowd. Hands and handkerchiefs are waved, and with the farewell cheers the far-off hills resound. Then our brave fellows man the rigging and waft them back cheer for cheer, as the n.o.ble vessel cleaves the waters of the bay, and stands away for the Northern Ocean.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
THE VOYAGE RESUMED--A PLEASANT EVENING--"THOSE RUSHING WINDS"--THE "ARRANDOON" GROWS SAUCY--THE DOCTOR SPREAD-EAGLED--A SCHOOL OF WHALES.
Ere the day had worn to a close, before the sun went down in a golden haze, leaving one long line of crimson cloud, as earnest of a bright to-morrow, the _Arrandoon_, steaming twelve knots to the hour, was once more far away at sea, and the rugged mountains of Iceland could hardly be descried. As night fell a breeze sprang up, and as there was little doubt it would freshen ere long--for it blew from the east-south-east, and the gla.s.s had slightly gone down, with the mercury still concave at top--Captain McBain gave orders for the fires to be banked, and as much canvas spread as she could comfortably carry.
"Just make her snug, you know, Mr Stevenson," said McBain, "for the night will be dark, and we may have more wind before the middle watch."
"And troth," said Rory to his companions, "if the ship is to be made snug, I don"t see why we shouldn"t make ourselves snug for the night too."
Ralph was gazing down through the skylight at the brilliantly-lighted saloon, where Peter, with the aid of the a.s.sistant-steward and Freezing Powders, was busy laying the cloth for dinner.
"I"ve just come from forward," replied Ralph, in raptures, "where I"ve been sniffing the roast beef and the boiled potatoes; and now just look below, Rory,--look how Peter"s face beams with intelligent delight; see how radiant Freezing Powders is; behold how merrily the flames dance on that fire of fires in the stove, and how the coloured crystal shimmers, and the bright silver shines on that cloth of spotless snow! Yes, Rory, you"re right, boy--let us make ourselves snug for the night. So down we go, and dress our smartest--for, mind, boys, there is going to be company to-night."
Yes, there was going to be company; five were all that as a rule sat down to table in the grand saloon, but to-night the covers were laid for five more, namely Stevenson, Seth, old Magnus, and Ap, and last, though not least, De Vere, the French aeronaut.
The cook of the _Arrandoon_ had been chosen specially by Ralph himself.
Need I say, then, that he was an artist? and to-night he had done his best to outshine himself, and, I think, succeeded. I think, too, that when Peter went forward, some time after the great joints had been put on the table, and told him that everything was going on "as merrily as marriage bells," and that the gentlemen were loud in their praises of Ralph"s cook, that that cook was about the happiest man in the ship.
Peter had not exaggerated a bit either, for everything did go off well at this little dinner-party. It would have done your heart good to have seen the beaming countenances of little Ap, old man Magnus, and honest trapper Seth; and to have noticed how often they pa.s.sed their plates for another help would have made you open your eyes with wonder--that is, if you never had been to Greenland; but had you made the voyage North Polewards even once, you would have known that of all countries in the world that is just the place to give man or boy a healthy appet.i.te.
When the cloth was removed and dessert placed upon the table they seemed happier than ever, if that were possible, and smiles and jokes and jocund yarns ere the order of the evening. After every good story the c.o.c.katoo helped himself to an immense mouthful of hemp-seed, and cried,--
"Dea-ah me! Well, well, but go on, _go on_--next."
And as to Freezing Powders, he was so amazed at many things he heard, that more than a dozen times in one hour he had to refresh himself by standing on his head in a corner of the saloon.
"Well, well, well!" said McBain, taking the advantage of a mere momentary lull in this feast of reason and flow of soul, "and what a strange mixture of nationalities we are, to be sure! Here is our bold, quiet Ralph, English to the spine--"
"And I," said Rory, "I"m Oirish to the chine."
"That you are," a.s.sented McBain; "and Allan and myself here are Scotch; and if you look farther along the table there is Wales represented in the form of cool, calculating, mathematical Ap; Shetland in the shape of our brave gunner Magnus; France in the form of friend De Vere; and the mightiest republic in the world in Seth"s six feet and odd inches; to say nothing of Africa standing on its head beside Polly"s cage.
Freezing Powders, you young rascal, drop on to your other end; don"t you see you"re making Polly believe the world is upside down? look at her hanging by the feet with her head down!"
"Dat c.o.c.katoo not a fool, sah," said Freezing Powders; "he know putty well what he am about, sah!"
"D"ye know," said Ralph, looking smilingly towards Seth, "it is quite like old times to see Seth once more in the midst of us?"
"And oh!" said Seth, rubbing his hands, while a modest smile stole over his wiry face, "mebbe this old trapper ain"t a bit pleased to meet ye all again. Gentlemen, Seth and civilisation hain"t been "cquaintances very long; skins seem to suit this child better"n the fine toggery ye"ve rigged him out in. But ye"ve made him feel a deal younger, and he guesses and calculates he may die "pectable yet."
I fear it was pretty far into the middle watch ere our friends parted and betook themselves to their berths. Two bells had gone--"the wee short hoor ayont the twal"--when McBain rose from the table, this being a signal for general good-nights.
"I"m going part of the way home with you, old man," he said to Magnus, and with his arm placed kindly over his shoulder he left the saloon with the brave wee Shetlander. "Two turns on the deck, Magnus," he continued, "and then you can turn in. And so, you say, in all your experience--and it has been very vast, hasn"t it, my friend?"
"That it has, sir," replied Magnus. "I may say I was born in these seas, for the first thing I remember--when our ship went down under us in the pack north of Jan Mayen--is my father, bless him! putting me in a carpetbag for safety, to carry me on to the ice with him. Yes, sir, yes."
"And in all your experience," McBain went on, "you don"t remember a season likely to have been more favourable for our expedition to the North Pole than the present?"
"I don"t, sir--I don"t," said little Magnus, "Look, see, sir, the frost has been extreme all over the north. In the Arctic regions the ice has been all of a heap like. It isn"t yet loosened. We haven"t met a berg yet. Funny, ain"t it, sir?--queer, isn"t it, cap"n?"
"It is strange," said McBain; "and from this what do you antic.i.p.ate?"
"Antic.i.p.ate isn"t the word, cap"n," cried Magnus, fixing McBain by the right arm, stopping his way, and emphasising his words with wildfire glints from his warlock eyes. "Antic.i.p.ate?--bah! cap"n--bah! I"m old enough to be your grandfather. Ask me rather what I _augur_? And I answer this, I augur a glorious summer. Ice loosened before May-Day.
Fierce heat south of England, and consequently rarefaction of the atmosphere, and rushing winds from the far north to fill up the heated vacuum--rushing winds to trundle the icebergs south before them--rushing winds to split the packs, and rend the floes, and open up a pa.s.sage for this brave ship to the far-off Isle of Alba."