"Why, sir, if it be not sin to speak it, I was standing alone in a waste place, and on a sudden the voice of Tom Copstone spoke out of the air, and said, "You and me, Haymoss; you and me, my heart!" And while I was wondering in my simple mind what those words might mean, there was a thick smoke, and a roar as of thunder, and I stood dazed, and the fear came upon me. And then the smoke lifted, and I saw old Tom with "s head all b.l.o.o.d.y, and Hugh Curder behind him, and behind him again I saw you, sir, and Ned Whiddon, and, G.o.d a-mercy! my very own self, as I ha" seen myself time and again in the gla.s.s, but sore battered and misused. And I thought sure "twas my ghost, and the fear of it woke me up, and I rose all panting and trembling, and cried to "ee, and when there was no answer I broke into a sweat, remembering my grandam"s words."
"Well, "tis all safe. I also have had a dream, Amos, and yet I did not sleep. And "tis to tell you my dream I am here now. Mayhap it will fit yours; G.o.d in His mercy send that both yours and mine come true!"
CHAPTER XI
The Main
The dawn of day found Dennis and Turnpenny discussing the scheme which was born of the night"s meditation. Remembering his bitter experience of bondage among the Spaniards, and oppressed by his superst.i.tious fear that his dream portended some calamity, the sailor at first refused point-blank to consider Dennis"s suggestion. But by and by, when Dennis had shown him how light had been his sufferings, after all, by comparison with those of his comrades, and had declared his belief that the strange coincidence of the dream with his own imaginings was an augury of good, Turnpenny"s better feelings got the upper hand of his timorousness, and he threw himself with ardour into a consideration of the project.
As soon as it was light, he asked Dennis to lead him to the very spot where the idea had occurred to him. And there, in the little bay beneath the chine, he became the bold-hearted English sailor again.
"My heart! we"re a-going to do it," he said. "See here, sir." He began with the end of a half-pike to mark out a rough plan on the dry sand. "Here be the fort. Here be the don Captain"s new house; the foundations were no more than laid when I was hauled away on ship board. Here, at this angle, be the rooms of the guard; in the cellars beneath my poor comrades lie and groan o" nights. In this quarter be the pearl-fishers, penned up like cattle when their work is done. And here, under the guns of the fort, be the little harbour, with a quay of planking. Nor"ard, a mile or more, is the fishery, where the black knaves have to dive for the baubles, and woe betide "em if they do not bring up enough to please their masters."
"And think you you could pilot us to the place, Amos?"
"I"ve never a doubt of it. Twice have I sailed to it in direct course from Cartagena, and many"s the time I have pa.s.sed it in the lumber ship. "Tis true I am not so skilled in the landmarks from this side as from the side of Cartagena; nathless I be a ninny, not worth the name of mariner, an I be not able to lay a course thitherwards without losing my bearings."
"What is the country thereabout?"
"Why, sir, for the most flat and forest clad. Behind the fort there is a hill, fairish high. Once on a time "twas covered with trees, but a great stretch of the forest was of late burned black by a fire; I mind it well, for the shape of the black patch is like to a monstrous cayman, upwards of a mile long. "Tis a famous landmark, and clear to the eyes a great way off at sea. Let me but spy that, and I warrant I will steer any bark to it on a straight furrow."
"Well, then, Amos, it does seem that with good luck we can make a landing somewhere on the coast, and then it shall go hard with us but we can, by taking thought, devise some plan whereby we may release your comrades from their chains. But we cannot do it without help from the maroons; think you they would be willing to lend us aid?"
"My heart! Do but promise them a share of the Spaniards" treasure, and they will be hot to have at them."
"But the fishery belongs to the Governor of Cartagena, you said.
Imprimis, we are not pirates; nor indeed is there like to be a great h.o.a.rd of pearls at Porto Aguila, for they will be sent, no doubt, for safety to Cartagena."
"Bless your bones, sir, I warrant there be more kept at Porto Aguila than be sent to Cartagena. The Captain, truly, is the Governor"s son; but every Spaniard is a shark, and would rob his grandam"s grave were he not afeard of ghosts. And as for being pirates, when "tis Spaniards in question I would be a pirate without the tenth part of a scruple, for "tis certain the fishery was filched from the Indians; they be the Spaniards" jackals."
"Well, let us go to the maroons and put the case to them."
Dennis need have had no doubt as to the men"s reception of his proposal. To begin with, they were frankly delighted that the white men would accompany them. They had often talked among themselves about the young lord, as they called him, who had led the attack on the Spaniards" vessel, and they were agreed that his presence in the canoe would serve them as a talisman. Then, even without the prospect of plunder from the Spaniards" treasure-house, they nourished a bitter resentment against their old oppressors, and were ready to embrace any opportunity of striking a blow at them.
"We are the servants of the young lord," said their spokesman to Turnpenny, "we will do whatever he bids."
"Ask them if they know the region."
The reply was in the negative. None of them had ever been engaged in the pearl fishery; most of them hailed from the neighbourhood of Nombre de Dios.
"Then our whole dependence is on you, Amos," said Dennis.
"Ay, sir, and it do daunt me somewhat. In a bark, or a shallop, or e"en a longboat, I could have great comfort; but a canow, sir--a mere tree-trunk hollowed out, wi" no ribs nor planks, no spars nor other gear; "tis a fearsome and wonderful craft, with a crazy look."
"But the maroons are wont to handle such craft, you told me. They will navigate her; you will but have to cry the course."
"True, sir, but no master mariner that hath any manhood in him will be content to govern a craft being ignorant of its true nature. Yonder monkey would be as fit."
"Ah! We must take Mirandola. The poor beast would, I verily believe, break his poor heart did we leave him here in loneliness again."
"Leave the knave prisoners to bear him company, sir."
"No, no. Besides that it would be a poor compliment to Mirandola himself, it would have some spice of danger for us. Left to themselves in freedom, the men would of a surety signal to any pa.s.sing ship, the which being in all likelihood Spanish, the report of our doings would soon be spread abroad through all the coast, and a hue and cry would be raised after us. We must bring them along with us. Trust me, they shall have no chance then of giving the alarm to the enemy, and "tis not unlike, indeed, they may serve us as hostages."
"I fear me they"ll be the Jonahs in our marvellous craft."
"An ill comparison, Amos. Jonah fled from his duty, and by reason of his wrongdoing peril came upon the mariners. The similitude does not hold."
"That be a great comfort, sir, in especial for that there be no whales as I know on in these waters, but only sharks."
In answer to a question from Turnpenny, the head man of the maroons said that the canoe would be ready to take the water within a week.
But he added that since the young lord had agreed to make the voyage with them, they were willing to remain a little longer on the island, in order to give careful finishing touches to the craft and ensure its thorough seaworthiness. Dennis thanked them, through the sailor, for this mark of consideration, and resolved to use the interval in teaching them the use of the caliver. He could not foresee what might ensue upon their landing; they would be at a disadvantage if they had no other arms with which to meet the Spaniards than axes and pikes.
Accordingly, he presented each of them with a caliver from the stores he had placed in Skeleton Cave, and for a certain portion of each day Turnpenny and he instructed them in marksmanship, choosing for their practice ground the deepest part of the chine, whence the noise of firing was least likely to be heard out at sea. The first experiments were disheartening, and at the same time amusing. At the kick of the c.u.mbrous weapons the men flung them down in alarm, crying out that they were possessed with evil spirits. But their timidity was by degrees overcome; and when Dennis, in addition to practising them at fixed targets, rigged up a canvas figure which he suspended on two parallel ropes across the chine and ran from side to side by means of pulleys, they entered with some zest into the sport. At first the figure made many journeys to and fro without receiving a single hit; but within a week the marksmanship had improved astonishingly, and there was not a man of them but might be trusted to hit a moving object at fairly short range.
Meanwhile Amos, not content to trust the navigation of the canoe entirely to the maroons and their paddles, had busied himself in rigging up a mast with small sails taken out of the _Maid Marian_.
When he at last p.r.o.nounced the vessel ready, several kegs of water and boxes of biscuits were rolled down to the beach near at hand, and the party awaited only a favourable wind to launch their craft.
For some days there had been a dead calm, and when at length a light breeze sprang up it blew in sh.o.r.e. The natives grew impatient, and begged to be allowed to proceed with their paddles alone. But this Turnpenny stoutly refused. With a voyage of thirty or forty miles before them it was needful to spare the men as much as possible, lest when they reached the mainland they should be worn out, and unfit to cope with the labours and perhaps the struggles that awaited them.
Turnpenny scanned the sky with a seaman"s eye, in some fear lest the wind when it came should prove too boisterous for this strange craft, which he still looked on with distrust. One morning, however, he announced that a fresh breeze had sprung up from the north-west, promising to increase in force as the day wore on. No time was lost.
The canoe was carried down to the beach and moored in shallow water; the stores were lifted aboard; then the two prisoners, pale with apprehension, and Baltizar the cook, were conveyed to the vessel on the backs of three stalwart maroons, and last of all Dennis and Turnpenny prepared to wade out.
During the proceedings at the beach the monkey had remained perched in a tree, watching everything with many signs of excitement. At the last moment Dennis turned and called to the animal; but it merely gibbered and blinked.
"Come, Mirandola," said Dennis, coaxingly, "we cannot go without you.
I fear me you feel a declension from your high estate, when you were the sole partner of my solitude; but believe me, I still hold you in dear affection. Come then, and let your grave and reverend presence dignify this our enterprise."
But the monkey refused to budge, and Dennis remembered the aversion he had always shown to the sea. He walked towards the tree in which the animal sat, holding forth his hand, using every blandishment; then, when all was of no avail, and Turnpenny called to him from the canoe to leave the unnatural creature, he turned and stepped into the water. He had just laid his hand on the side of the canoe, preparing to leap in, when he heard a shrill cry, and saw the monkey spring down with amazing celerity and run on all fours towards him across the sand, uttering sounds of entreaty. It was as if Mirandola had to the last refused to believe that his master was leaving him, and now that he could doubt no longer, had overcome his horror of the sea and resolved to brave the discomforts of the voyage. He reached the brink of the water and scampered up and down, as though seeking a dry path to the boat. It was impossible to resist his pleading cries. Dennis returned; the monkey with a squeal of delight sprang upon his shoulder; and so entered the canoe, a trembling pa.s.senger.
The maroons shoved off; Turnpenny ran up his sail; and the craft moved into deep water. For some minutes the natives kept their paddles busily employed, until, drawing out of the lee of the island, the vessel felt the full force of the breeze and began to scud merrily over the rippling sea.
"My heart!" cried Turnpenny, ""tis a wondrous neat little craft. I was wrong; I own it free; and if the wind holds she will make good sailing and bring us ere many hours are gone to the coast where we desire to be."
"Too soon, if I mistake not," said Dennis. "It will not be well for us to make the sh.o.r.e before dark; we may be spied from the land. In truth, we run a great risk, Amos. Our sail will not escape the eyes of the look-out of any vessel whose track we may chance to cross."
"True, sir, there be risks great and manifold. But we must e"en hope for the best. The maroons have rare good eyes; and if perchance they catch sight of a vessel, I will run down the sail afore they can spy us, and we will lie snug until the coast be clear."
After two hours" sailing the coast hove into sight as a long blue bar upon the horizon. At midday Turnpenny lowered the sail, for it was clear that at the rate the vessel was going she would run into view from the sh.o.r.e long before it would be safe to attempt a landing.
While the crew were eating their dinner of fruit and biscuits one of the men cried out that he saw a sail. Turnpenny took a long look in the direction the man pointed out, Dennis watching his face in keen anxiety.
"All"s well, sir," said the sailor at length. "She be coasting along towards Cartagena; in an hour she will be clean out of sight, and we"re so low in the water that no natural eye will see us, the sail being down."
They lay gently rocked by the waves until, after a good look round, he judged it safe once more to hoist the sail. An hour afterwards he declared that he recognized a headland which was no more than three leagues from Porto Aguila. The vessel"s head was pointed direct for the land, but the wind dropping somewhat, they were still a long way from sh.o.r.e when the sun went down and the swift darkness of the tropics descended upon them.
"We dursn"t try to land in the dark," growled Turnpenny. "This craft of ours is only fit for fair weather and easy harbourage, and not knowing the little crinkles o" the coast, t"ud be nowt but a miracle if we "scaped being stove in."