"No, unless you refer to "Black Sanchez." I "ve heard of him; were you ever in his hands?"
"Wus I!" he laughed grimly. "I hed eight months of it, mate, and a greater demon never sailed. The things I saw done ye "d never believe no human bein" could do. If ever thar wus two people in one skin, sir, it"s thet Black Sanchez. When he"s playin" off fer good he"s as soft an" sweet as a dandy in Picadilly, an" when he"s real he"s like a devil in h.e.l.l."
"Was you a prisoner--or did you sail under him?"
"Both, fer the matter o" thet. He give me the choice ter serve, er walk the plank. I wus eighteen, an" hed an ol" mother at Deal."
"I see; but later you got away?"
"Ay, I did thet," chuckling over the recollection. "But I hed ter wait eight months fer the luck. Hev ye ever been sea-farin" down in them waters, off the West Indies?"
"No."
"Well, they"re all studded over with little islands--cays, they call "em down thare; an" it"s in among them thet the buccaneers hide away, an" sorter rest up after a cruise. Thar"s a lot o" "em too; whole villages hid away on some o" them cays, with women an" children--every color ye ever saw. Sanchez he made his headquarters on a cay called Porto Grande. He hed three ships, an" maybe a hundred an" fifty men "bout the time I got away. The last I saw o" him wus at sea. He"d overhauled an English ship, an" sunk her; an" then the next mornin" we took a Dutch bark in ballast. She wus such a trig sailor Sanchez decided to keep her afloat, an" sent a prize crew aboard ter sail her inter Porto Grande. I wus one o" the fellers picked fer thet job, an"
we wus told off under a n.i.g.g.e.r mate, named LaGra.s.se--he wus a French n.i.g.g.e.r from Martinique, and a big devil--an" our orders wus ter meet Sanchez three days later. His vessel wus a three-masted schooner, the fastest thing ever I saw afloat, called the _Vengeance_, an" by that time she wus chock up with loot. Still at that she could sail "bout three feet to our one. Afore night come we wus out o" sight astern.
Thar wus eight o" us in the crew, beside the n.i.g.g.e.r, an" we had twelve Dutchmen under hatches below. I sorter looked "round, an" sized up four o" that crew ter be good honest sailormen, who"d been shanghied same as I wus. So, long about midnight, I "d got ter talk with all these fellers, an" when LaGra.s.se went down below ter take a snooze in the cabin, we hoisted them Dutchmen on deck, flung a couple o"
h.e.l.l-hounds overboard, an" just naturally took control. The mate wus a dead n.i.g.g.e.r afore he ever knew whut wus up. When daylight come we wus streakin" it eastward by compa.s.s, an" every d.a.m.n sail set. Thet wus the easiest part of it. Them Dutchmen could n"t talk nuthin" but their own lingo; an" thar wa"n"t a navigator aboard, fer Sanchez hed kept all the offercers with him, an" the end wus about a week later, when we piled up against an island off the African coast, an" only one boat load of us got ash.o.r.e. Thet"s whut I know about Sanchez."
"I had a shipmate once," I observed, interested in his story, "who claimed to have seen the fellow; he described him as being a very large man, with intensely black hawklike eyes, and a heavy black beard almost hiding his face."
Haley laughed.
"Maybe he looked like that when he saw him, but he ain"t no bigger man than I am; he won"t weigh as much by fifteen pound. Fact is he mighty seldom looks the same, fer thet"s part o" his game. Them whiskers is false, an" so is the saller look to his face. I "ve seen him in all sorts o" disguises. It"s only his eyes he can"t hide, an" thar"s been times when I thought they wus the ugliest eyes ever I saw. He"s sure an ornary devil, an" when he gits mad, I"d rather be afront of a tiger. Besides fightin"s his trade, an" no weaklin" ain"t goin" ter control the sort o" chaps he"s got ter handle. Most of "em would murder him in a minute if they dared. Oh, he"s bad all right, but yer wouldn"t exactly think so, just ter look at him, I"ve run up agin a lot o" different men in my time, thet I "d naturally sheer off from a blame sight quicker than I would from him."
"You mean that when he is not in disguise he does not appear dangerous. What then does he really look like?"
Haley spat again onto the deck, and scratched his shock of hair as though thus to stimulate his memory.
"Oh, a sorter swash-bucklin" Spanish don--the kind whut likes ter dress up, an" play the dandy. He"s got a pink an" white complexion, the Castilian kind yer know, an" wears a little moustache, waxed up at the ends. He"s about two inches taller than I am, with no extra flesh, but with a h.e.l.l of a grip in his hands. As I said afore, if it wa"n"t fer his eyes n.o.body"d ever look at him twice. All his devilishness shows thar, an" I"ve seen "em laugh like he didn"t have a care on earth."
"How old a man is he?"
"How old is the devil? I heard he wus about forty-five; I reckon he must be thet, but he don"t look older than thirty. He ain"t the kind yer can guess at."
We talked together for quite a while longer, our conversation gradually drifting to the recounting of various sea adventures, and my thoughts did not again recur to Sanchez until after I rested back once more in my berth, endeavoring to fall asleep. Haley must have dropped off immediately, for I could distinguish his heavy breathing among the others; but my mind continued to wander, until it conjured up once again this West India pirate. His name, and the story of his exploits, had been familiar to me ever since I first went to sea. While only one among many operating in those haunted waters, his resourcefulness, daring and cruelty had won him an infamous reputation, a name of horror. In those days, when the curse of piracy made the sea a terror, no ordinary man could ever have succeeded in attaining such supremacy in crime. No doubt much that had been reported was either false, or exaggerated, yet there flashed across my memory numberless tales of rapine, outrage and cold-blooded cruelty in which this demon of the sea had figured, causing me to shudder at the recollection. To my mind he had long been a fiend incarnate, his name a horror on the lips. Black Sanchez--and Haley pictured him as a dandified, ordinary appearing individual, with white and red complexion, a small moustache, and flashing dark eyes--a mere Spanish gallant, without special distinction. Why, that description, strangely enough, fitted almost exactly this fellow on board, this other Sanchez. I leaned over the edge of my bunk, and looked down on Haley, half resolved to ask if he had ever noticed this lieutenant, but the man was already sound asleep. The suspicion which had crept into my mind was so absurd, so unspeakably silly and impossible, that I laughed at myself, and dismissed the crazy thought. What, that fellow Black Sanchez! Bah, no!
He had been at sea, of course; there was no denying that fact, for he knew ships, and spoke the lingo of blue water; but the very idea that that blood-stained buccaneer, whose hated name was on the lips of every sea-faring man of Britain, would ever dare openly to visit England, and then sail under his own name on board an English vessel for Virginia, was too preposterous for consideration. Why, it would be sheer madness. The knowledge that such a possibility ever had flashed into my mind became amusing, and chuckling over it, I finally fell asleep.
It was noon, the sky overcast, the wind blowing strong from the southeast, when the Virginia coast was first sighted from our mast-head. An hour later it became plainly visible from the deck below, and the prisoners were routed out from their quarters, and the shackles, removed from limbs when we first arrived on board, were again riveted in place, binding them together in fours, preparatory to landing. I, with one or two others, already disposed of, and in control of masters, were spared this indignity, and permitted to move about as we pleased within the narrow deck s.p.a.ce reserved for our use.
The last meal was served in the open, the men squatting on the deck planks, endeavoring to jest among themselves, and a.s.suming a cheerfulness they were very far from feeling. The long hardships of the voyage had left indelible marks on the majority, and they were by now a woe-begone, miserable lot, who had largely abandoned themselves to despair.
The Monmouth campaign had been brief, but no less disastrous to the men engaged in it. Those who survived the one battle, wounded and fugitive, had been hunted down remorselessly like so many wild beasts.
Escape from the pursuit of soldiers was almost impossible, and they had been brutally beaten and bruised by infuriated captors; and then, uncared for, nor shown the slightest mercy, had been thrust into loathsome gaols to helplessly await trial, and a certain conviction.
No pen could adequately describe the suffering and horror of those months of waiting, while the unfortunate victims lived in crowded, dirty cells, subjected to every conceivable indignity and insult from brutal guards, half starved, and breathing foul, fetid air--the breath of sickness, the stench of unclean wounds. Dragged forth at last, one by one, into a court organized for condemnation, presided over by a foul-mouthed brute, whose every word was insult, denied all opportunity for defense, they had later been shackled together as felons, and driven aboard ship like so many head of cattle. Herded below deck, tossed about for weeks on a stormy sea, uncared for, and half starved, scarcely realizing their destination, or knowing their fate, seeing their dead dragged out from their midst with each dawn, and flung carelessly overboard, cursed at and struck by their guards, they now dragged their aching bodies about in half dead despair, the chains clanking to every movement of the limbs, their dull, lackl.u.s.ter eyes scarcely discerning the darkening line of coast toward which the _Romping Betsy_ steered.
With what depth of pity I looked at them, my glance gladly straying from their downcast faces toward the group of pa.s.sengers gathered eagerly along the p.o.o.p rail to welcome joyfully the approach of land.
These were all animation, excitement, talking eagerly to each other, and pointing out familiar headlands as they emerged through the thin mists. Their thoughts were all centered on home, or the promises of this new land they were approaching, and so deeply interested that scarcely an eye turned toward those miserable wretches grouped on the forward deck, being borne into slavery and disgrace. It was a contrast between hope and despair. As these pa.s.sengers moved restlessly back and forth, from rail to rail, I easily recognized among them every face grown familiar to me during the course of the voyage, excepting the two I most eagerly sought; and became convinced that neither Roger Fairfax nor his niece had yet come upon deck. Sanchez was there, however, standing alone and silent, seldom lifting his eyes to the changing view ahead, but apparently buried in his own thoughts. Once our glances accidentally met, and I could but observe the sudden change in the man"s expression--a change sinister and full of threat.
Whatever the original cause might be, his personal feeling toward me was undoubtedly bitter and unforgiving, and he possessed no wish to disguise it. The new life in the new world had already brought me both friend and enemy before I had as yet touched foot on land.
CHAPTER V
THE WATERS OF THE CHESAPEAKE
The brig, with all sails set, and favored by a strong wind, drew rapidly in toward the point of landing. The great majority of the prisoners remained on deck, chained together and helpless, yet surrounded by armed guards, while the few who had already been purchased by pa.s.sengers, humbly followed their new masters ash.o.r.e the moment the gang-plank touched the soil of Virginia. There were five of us altogether thus favored, but I was the only one owing allegiance to Roger Fairfax. The rude landing wharf along which we lay was already densely crowded with men, their appearance and dress largely proclaiming them to be planters from the interior, either gathered to inspect the consignment of prisoners, or eager to purchase at low prices the stores hidden away in the vessel"s hold. Some among the concourse, however, were undoubtedly present to welcome friends and relatives among the pa.s.sengers. Altogether it was a bustling scene, full of change and color, the air noisy with shouting voices, the line of wharves filled with a number of vessels, either newly arrived, or preparing to depart. Servants both white and colored were busily at work, under the command of overseers, loading and unloading cargoes, while the high bank beyond was crowded with vehicles of various kinds.
News of the arrival of the _Romping Betsy_ had evidently spread widely, together with the rumor that she brought a number of prisoners to be auctioned off. It was a good-natured, restless crowd, especially anxious for any news from abroad, and eager to benefit from the sale.
The majority of the men I judged to be landowners, hearty, wholesome looking fellows, whose lives were pa.s.sed out-of-doors, dressed in their best in honor of the occasion. The prevailing fashion was a broad-leafed, felt hat with one side looped up to the crown by a brilliant metal b.u.t.ton, a velvet coat with long, voluminous skirts, wide sleeves, metallic b.u.t.tons as large as a Spanish dollar, short breeches, and long stockings with gold or silver knee and shoe buckles. Many wore swords, while those who did not bore about with them enormous gold or silver-headed canes. The smoking of pipes was common, and thoughtless profanity was to be heard on all sides as an ordinary part of speech. It was with no small difficulty we succeeded in forcing our way through this jostling throng until we attained to an open s.p.a.ce ash.o.r.e.
I followed closely behind the three composing our party, Roger Fairfax, and Sanchez, with the laughing girl between them for protection, pressing a pa.s.sage forward. Even had I not been laden with packages my general appearance and dress would doubtless have proclaimed my position, and aroused pa.s.sing interest. I heard voices calling attention to me, while curious eyes stared into my face.
Fairfax was evidently well known to a number present, for he was being greeted on all sides with hearty hand-shakes, and words of welcome.
"Ah, back again, Roger; and what fortune in London?" "A fair price for the crop?"
"Is the lad trailing behind ye one o" Monmouth"s men?"
"Any news, friend, in Parliament? What is the latest on the tax?"
"And pray who is this damsel, Roger; not Hugh Fairfax"s girl? Ay, quite the woman now."
"Your men? They"re over there, across the road. Of course I know; did I not come from the dock with them?"
There were two of them, both negroes, but one, addressed by Fairfax as Sam, was much the lighter in color, and far more intelligent of face.
A few words of instruction dispatched these back to the _Romping Betsy_ for the luggage yet remaining on board, while our own party continued to advance along the water front toward where Sam had designated the Fairfax boat would be found awaiting us, fully prepared to depart up the Chesapeake. When finally attained this vessel proved to be a goodly sized sloop, of a type familiar to those waters, containing a comfortable small cabin forward, a staunch, broad-beamed craft, but with lines indicating sailing qualities, while requiring only a small crew. Several similar vessels--doubtless owned and operated by planters residing along the sh.o.r.e of the Bay--were anch.o.r.ed in the basin, or fastened at the dock, but the _Adele_ had been warped in against the bank, which at this point was high enough to enable us easily to step aboard over the low rail. A dingy looking white man, quite evidently from his appearance an indentured servant, was in charge, He greeted us rather surlily, staring at me with almost open hostility, yet responded swiftly enough to Fairfax"s orders.
"Here, Carr, stow these packages away. Yes, you better help with them, Carlyle. The other bags will be along directly--Sam and John have gone after them. Put these forward, under cover. Has everything been seen to, so we can start at once?"
"Ay, ay, sorr," was the gruff response, in a strong Irish brogue.
"Lord knows we"ve hid toime enough, fer we"ve bin waitin" here fer yer a wake, er more. It"s a month since the lether came."
"We have had a slow voyage, Carr. So all I ordered is aboard?"
"She"s full oop ter the hatches; bedad I hope thar ain"t no more."
"Good; we ought to get as far as Travers" by dark then. Hurry along, and stow that stuff away; here come the others now."
The three found comfortable seats along the opposite rail, and sat there watching us hastily bring aboard the various articles which the two negroes, a.s.sisted by a boy and a cart, had transported from the brig. I worked along with the others, under the orders of Sam, who seemed to be in charge, already feeling somewhat deeply the humiliation of my position, but nevertheless realizing the necessity of prompt obedience. The knowledge that I was now a slave, on a level with these others, compelled to perform menial labor under the very eyes of Dorothy Fairfax and that sneering Spaniard, cut my pride to the quick. In my trips back and forth I kept my eyes averted, never once venturing to glance toward them, until this work had been accomplished. But when we stood idle, while Sam went aft for instructions, I had recovered sufficient nerve to turn my eyes in that direction, only to observe that the young woman sat with head turned away, gazing out over the rail at the sh.o.r.e, her chin cupped in her hands, her thoughts apparently far away. Strange as it may seem her obvious indifference hurt me oddly, my only comprehension being that she did not in the least care; that in fact she had already entirely dismissed me from her mind. This supposition, whether true or false, instantly hardened me to my fate, and I stared at Sanchez, meeting his eyes fairly, at once angered by the sneer on his lips and the open insult of his manner. He turned toward her, fingering a cheroot, and said something; but, though she answered, her head remained motionless, her eyes searching the sh.o.r.e indifferently. A figure or two appeared along the summit of the bank, voices calling to Fairfax, who stood up as he replied, ending the conversation with a wave of the hand to Sam, who had taken position at the wheel. The latter began shouting orders in a shrill voice. Carr cast off, and, with the negro and myself at the halliards, the mainsail rose to the caps, while we began gliding out from the sh.o.r.e into the deeper water. By the time we had hoisted the jib, and made all secure, we were out far enough to feel the full force of the stiff breeze, the _Adele_ careening until her rail was awash, the white canvas soaring above us against the misty blue of the sky.
There was little to be done after the ropes had been coiled away, and we were fairly out into the broader reaches of the Bay. The wind held steady, requiring no shifting of canvas, so Sam, having dispatched the negro below to prepare lunch, and stationed Carr forward as lookout, called me aft to the wheel. He was a rather pleasant-faced fellow, yellow as saffron, with rings in his ears, and a wide mouth perpetually grinning.
"Ma.s.sa Fairfax he say you real sailorman," he began, looking me over carefully, with a nod of his head toward the group at the rail. "Dat so?"
"Yes; I have been a number of years at sea."
"Dat what he say; dat he done bought yer fer dat reason mostly. Ah reckon den ye kin steer dis boat?"
"I certainly can."