He laughed again, the sound so insane Haines gripped my sleeve in terror.
"That chit! bah, what do I care for her but as a plaything. No, my hate runs deeper than that. How came you here--in the boat stolen from the _Namur_?"
"No Captain Sanchez. The day after we left the ship, we boarded a schooner found adrift, the crew stricken with cholera, with not a man left alive on deck, or below. She lies yonder now."
"A schooner! What name?"
"The _Santa Marie_--a slaver."
"Merciful G.o.d!" and his eyes fairly blazed into mine, as he suddenly forced his body upward in the bunk. "The _Santa Marie_ adrift! the crew dead from cholera? And the Captain--Paradilla, Francis Paradilla----what of him?"
"He lay alone on a divan in the cabin--dead also."
He tried to speak, but failed, his fingers clawing at his throat. When he finally gained utterance once more, it was but a whisper.
"Tell me," he begged, "there was no woman with him?"
I stared back into the wild insanity of his eyes, trying to test my words, suddenly aware that we were upon the edge of tragedy, perhaps uncovering the hidden secret of this man"s life.
"There was no woman," I said gravely, "on deck or in the cabin."
"What mean you by saying that? There was one on board! Don"t lie to me! In an hour I am dead--but first tell me the truth. Does the woman live?"
"No, she died before. We found her body in a chest, preserved by some devilish Indian art, richly dressed, and decked with jewels."
"English?"
"I judged her so, but with dark hair and eyes. You knew her?"
"In the name of all the fiends, yes. And I know her end. He killed her--Paradilla killed her--because she was as false to him as she had been to me. h.e.l.l! but it is strange you should be the one to find her--to bring me this tale, Geoffry Carlyle!"
"Why? What is it to me?"
"Because she is of your line--do you know her now?" "No; nor believe it true."
"Then I will make you; "tis naught to me anymore; for I am dead within the hour. You go back to England, and tell him; tell the Duke of Bucclough how his precious sister died."
"His sister! Good G.o.d, you cannot mean that woman was Lady Sara Carlyle?"
"Who should know better than I?" sneeringly. "Once I was called in England, Sir John Collinswood."
He sank back, exhausted, struggling for breath, but with eyes glowing hatred. I knew it all now, the dimly remembered story coming vividly back to memory. Here then was the ending of the one black stain on the family honor of our race. On this strange coast, three thousand miles from its beginning, the final curtain was being rung down, the drama finished. The story had come to me in whispers from others, never even spoken about by those of our race--a wild, headstrong girl, a secret marriage, a duel in the park, her brother desperately wounded, and then the disappearance of the pair. Ten days later it was known that Sir John Collinswood had defaulted in a large sum--but, from that hour, England knew him no more. As though the sea had swallowed them both, man and woman disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
The face I gazed dumbly into was drawn, and white with pain, yet the thin lips grinned back at me in savage derision.
"You remember, I see," he snarled. "Then to h.e.l.l with you out of here, Geoffry Carlyle. Leave me to die in peace. The gold is there; take it, and my curse upon it. Hurry now--do you hear the bark grate on the rocks; it"s near the end."
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
BEFORE THE GOVERNOR
The sound startled me; I imagined I heard the keel slipping, yet before we had reached the door opening on deck, the slight movement ceased. My hand gripped the frightened Haines.
"Tell them in the boat to do as I said; then come back here."
"My G.o.d, sir, she"s a goin" down."
"Not for some minutes yet. There are thousands of pounds in that chest; you"ve risked life for less many a time. Jump, my man!"
The boat lay in close, bobbing up and down dangerously, yet held firmly beneath the opened port. Pierre warped her in with a rope"s end, leaving the other two free to receive the box, as we cautiously pa.s.sed it out within grasp of their hands. It was heavy enough to tax the strength of two men to handle it, but of a size and shape permitting its pa.s.sage. Sanchez had raised himself again, and clung there to the edge of the bunk watching us. Even in the darkness caused by the chest obscuring the port, I felt the insane glare of his eyes fastened upon me. Once he attempted to speak, but his voice failed him.
"Now let down easy, lads," I called. "No, place it amidships; get it even, or you go over. Wrap your line about the thwart, Pierre, and take a hand. Ay! that"s better. Watch out now; we"ll drop this end--Lord, but I thought it was gone! Fix it to ride steady, and stand by--we"ll pa.s.s a wounded man out to you!"
I stepped across to Sanchez, slushing through the water, and barely able to keep my feet. No matter who the brute was, he could not be left there to die like a rat alone. Willingly, or not, the fellow must be removed before the bark went down. He saw me coming, and drew back, his ghastly face like a mask.
"No, you don"t--d.a.m.n you, Carlyle!" he snapped angrily. "Keep your hands off me. So you want me to die with my neck in a noose, do you?
Well, you"ll never see that sight. I was born a gentleman, and, by G.o.d! I"ll die like one--and go down with my ship. Get out of here now--both of you! You won"t? h.e.l.l"s fire, but you will, or else die here with me! I"ll give you a minute to make your choice."
He left no doubt as to his meaning, his purpose. From somewhere beneath the blanket, the long, black muzzle of a pistol looked straight into my eyes. The hand holding it was firm, the face fronting me savagely sardonic.
"I"d like to kill you, Carlyle," he hissed hatefully. "By G.o.d, I don"t know why I shouldn"t, the devils in h.e.l.l would laugh if I did--so don"t tempt me too far. Get out of here, d.a.m.n you! Every time I look at you I see her face. If you take a step nearer, I pull the trigger--go!"
I heard Haines scrambling back up the sharp incline of deck, and realized the utter uselessness of attempting to remain. Any instant might be our last; the man crazed, and probably dying, would kill me gladly. He had chosen his fate--what was it to me? I turned, and worked my way upward to the companion steps, half expecting every instant to be struck by a bullet from behind. At the door I paused to glance below; through the semi-darkness I could see his eyes glaring at me like those of a wild beast.
"You refuse still to let me aid you, Sanchez?"
"To h.e.l.l with you! Leave me alone!"
It was a hard pull back to the _Santa Marie_, for the sea had grown noticeably heavier, while the weight of the chest sank the boat so deeply in the water, as to r.e.t.a.r.d progress and keep one man bailing.
The cloud in the southwest had already a.s.sumed threatening proportions, and I urged the oarsmen to greater exertions, anxious to get aboard before the coming storm broke. It was hard to keep my gaze from the doomed _Namur_, but I could detect no change in her position, as we drew in toward the waiting schooner. Harwood alone questioned me, and I told him briefly what had occurred within the cabin, and his comment seemed to voice the sentiment of the others.
"He made a bloomin" good choice, sir. That"s how the ol" devil ought ter die--the same way he"s sent many another. It beats hangin" at that."
Dorothy greeted me first, and we stood close together at the rail, as the men hoisted the chest on deck, and then fastened the tackle to the boat She said nothing, asked nothing, but her hands clung to my arm, and whenever I turned toward her, our eyes met. I did not find the courage to tell her then what we had found aboard the _Namur_, although I could not prevent my own eyes from wandering constantly toward the doomed vessel. The rising sea was slapping the submerged stern with increasing violence, the salt spray rising in clouds over the after rail. Watkins approached us, coming from among the group of sailors forward.
"There"s a smart bit of wind in those clouds, sir," he said respectfully, "an" I don"t like the look o" the coast ter leeward.
Shall we trim sail?"
"Not quite yet, Watkins. It will be some time before the gale strikes here. The bark is going down, presently."
"Yes, sir; but the men better stand by." He glanced from my face to that of the girl, lowering his voice. "Harwood tells me Sanchez was aboard, sir, and refused to leave?"
"Very true; but he was dying; no doubt is dead by now. There was nothing to be done for him."