If the soldiers have landed, I will soon know."
"You may wait too long!"
"If there"s a risk, you share it," said Rupert meaningly. "You were rash when you came to see me without being asked. However, the entrance of the lagoon is shallow and the surf is often bad. Can Larrinaga find the channel?"
"Pepe, the pilot, is with him. I expect he"ll steer the tug."
"Ah!" said Rupert. "I rather trusted Pepe, but he has been bribed. Well, it is possible he will get his reward. However, I imagine you have made some plans for me."
Wyndham braced himself. Although luck had given him strong arguments, Rupert was bold and cunning. Since his situation looked desperate, he might try some desperate remedy that would ruin them all. He must be persuaded to use the obvious way of escape.
"You can"t fight; it"s too late," he said. "If you start now and we push across the hills between the two columns, we may cross one detachment"s line after they have pa.s.sed. When they find out you have gone, we will have got a start and ought to travel faster than loaded soldiers. The schooner is ready and would sail in a few minutes after we got on board. I don"t see another plan, and if you"re caught Larrinaga will shoot you. His men are well equipped and drilled. He has been getting ready for some time."
Rupert pondered for a minute or two, and the others waited anxiously.
Then he said, "If I go, I leave people who trusted me in Larrinaga"s power. It is not a very heroic exit."
"Does this count for much?"
"On the whole, it does not," said Rupert coolly. "After all, my followers can take care of themselves. They are an elusive lot and Don Ramon would soon wear out his troops hunting them in the bush. All the same, to slink away is something of an anti-climax."
"We didn"t run a big risk in order to help you save your dignity,"
Wyndham rejoined, and Rupert gave him a mocking smile.
"Your object"s plain and I owe you nothing. You hope to mend the family"s fortunes, and see an awkward chance of its getting known that a leader of negro rebels is your relation. However, what do you reckon to do with me if I go? You proposed, another time, that I should return to England."
"We don"t propose it now. We"ll land you at an American port and I will try to pay you a small allowance so long as you stay in the United States. The South might suit you and one could trust the Americans to see you didn"t make trouble there."
"For guests, you take a bold line. It"s rather strange you imagine I"m forced to agree. You don"t seem to understand that there"s not much to prevent my leaving you here and going off with your yacht."
"We thought about this," Wyndham replied. "If we don"t return by a stipulated time, _Columbine_ will sail and carry a statement I left with the mate to the British officers at Kingston, Jamaica. The cable is ready for slipping, the sails are loose, and if strangers try to board her, the boat will go to sea."
"One must approve your caution," said Rupert dryly. "Well, I think my plans were good, and but for two things they might have been carried out. Our robbing Father Sebastian"s church forced Larrinaga to move, but I was not responsible for this. The other"s more important and the mistake was mine." He turned to Marston as he went on: "When you were ill with fever I ought to have poisoned you. Instead I tried a cure civilized doctors would hesitate to use."
"Ah!" said Marston, "you saved my life?"
"I don"t want thanks. To some extent, I thought it policy. It did not seem worth while to bother about your antagonism then. Afterwards, when we tried to drown you, we were too late. You had persuaded your partner; your work was done. If you had not meddled, I"d have led him where I wanted."
"I think that is so, Bob. I owe you much," Wyndham interposed.
"If Harry had brought me the supplies I needed, I could have fought the President"s troops," Rupert resumed, fixing his bloodshot eyes on Marston. "Well, you spoiled the plot, and if I"m beaten now, it is not Larrinaga but you who wins. You ought to be flattered. For such a man as you are, it"s a remarkable victory!"
There was something sinister in his sneering voice and Wyndham said sharply, "It will be prudent for you to see Bob does not fall ill again.
If I meet with any misfortune, he will make you accountable."
Rupert shrugged. "We will let it go and wait until news about the soldiers arrives. In the meantime, I have some preparations to make. You can sleep until I come back. n.o.body will disturb you."
"I have a pistol, but don"t expect to use it," Wyndham replied. "Your need of our help is our best protection, and so long as the need is obvious I think we are pretty safe."
When Rupert went out they lay down on the mats. Although they were near physical exhaustion, it was impossible to sleep. The tension they had borne had not relaxed, because until the news of the soldiers" advance was signalled the situation was not free from danger. The tug might strand among the shoals, a strong breeze and breaking surf might stop her entering the lagoon to land the troops, and delay would give Rupert time to form fresh plans. Marston did not trust him yet. If Rupert could escape without their help, he would not leave them at liberty to meddle again.
They heard nothing from outside and the hut was very quiet. The silence began to wear Marston"s nerve. He could not wait much longer, but it might be rash to go out, and he forced himself to smoke, although the tobacco burned his tongue and his mouth was parched. It looked as if Rupert were not coming back. Perhaps he had cheated them and gone off alone. Marston pictured his malicious grin as he stole off through the bush and left them to wait for Larrinaga.
At length, however, Rupert returned to the hut. "I have got news," he said coolly. "Your boys are ready and we will start. Father Sebastian is an embarra.s.sment; you will see that we cannot leave him behind."
"Send for him," said Wyndham. "You had better understand that I"m accountable for his safety."
Father Sebastian came in, and Wyndham asked if he would promise to say nothing about their visit and departure with the Bat.
"No," said Father Sebastian, "I will not promise. I do not know what is happening, but it looks as if the punishment this man deserves were overtaking him. I will not help him to escape."
"You are in his power yet," Wyndham remarked.
Father Sebastian smiled. "I am an old man and my work in the dreary swamps is hard. My life is not worth much; there are things I value more."
"I was wrong," said Wyndham quietly. "However, since you refuse, we must take you with us as far as the coast. It would help if you promised not to run away."
"I will run away, if it is possible. This man is bad and cruel; I think he killed your agent, and now he is stealing off, the soldiers must be coming. I will warn them if I can."
"After all, is this your business? You are a missionary," Wyndham urged.
"I am the Church"s servant and a citizen of the country the Bat defies.
Perhaps its rule is corrupt, but it is better than his. Its citizens are Christians and follow the light, although their steps are sometimes weak; these others would plunge the land in the dark of superst.i.tious horror. I know, I have long watched the shadow deepen."
"You are a loyal servant," Wyndham replied. "I am afraid you must come with us, but we will try to make your journey easy."
"White man fool man! Black man fix them thing different," Rupert remarked with his cruel grin. Then he indicated Marston and added in good English: "This fellow is certainly a fool, but his boyish scruples have beaten my cleverest schemes."
He signed them to go out. The Krooboys from the schooner were waiting, and in a few minutes the party plunged into the woods.
CHAPTER XI
THE BAT"S EXIT
_Columbine_ rolled heavily on the broken swell and the lamp that swung from a beam threw a puzzling light about the cabin. Now and then water splashed on the deck and the slack sails flapped. The fresh breeze had dropped, although the sea had not yet gone down, and Marston had set the topsail and the balloon jib. The light canvas would chafe and was not of much use, but he must reach Kingston as soon as possible. He was exhausted by physical effort and anxious watching, and when Rupert replaced the bandage on his comrade"s face he leaned back slackly on the locker seat.
Wyndham lay in an upper berth, in the faint draught that came down through the open skylight. A wet cloth covered his face and the cabin smelt of drugs. He did not move and had not been altogether conscious for some time. Rupert wore Harry"s white clothes and looked, in the unsteady light, like a rather haggard and jaundiced Englishman. Marston had noted his firm touch when he fixed the bandage and now he was methodically putting back some bottles in the medicine chest. When he finished he bent over the berth for a moment, as if he listened to Wyndham"s breathing.
"I think he will live," he said. "Although he is very weak, we have got the fever down, and the wound is not as septic as it was. Anyhow, you must get him into hospital at Kingston soon."
Marston remembered afterwards that Rupert had said _you_, not we, and thought it significant. Now, however, he was dully pondering something else.
"If you had not been on board, Harry would not have lived," he said.
"You"re puzzled about my saving him?" Rupert rejoined. "Well, I don"t owe Harry much and I owe you less. On the whole, I hardly think our relationship accounts for my efforts. A bold experiment is interesting when somebody else is the subject, and one rather enjoys using one"s skill."