greater mysteries than ever—a bold move and a clever escape.
we return now to the talisman.
the instant the broadside of the cruiser burst with such violence, and in such close proximity, on manton’s ears, he felt that he had run into the very jaws of the lion; and that escape was almost impossible. the bold heart of the pirate quailed at the thought of his impending fate, but the fear caused by conscious guilt was momentary; his constitutional courage returned so violently as to render him reckless.
it was too late to put about and avoid being seen, for, before the shot was fired, the schooner had already almost run into the narrow channel between the island and the shore. a few seconds later, she sailed gracefully into view of the amazed montague, who at once recognised the pirate vessel from gascoyne’s faithful description of her, and hurriedly gave orders to load with ball and grape, while a boat was lowered in order to slew the ship round more rapidly, so as to bring her broadside to bear on the schooner.
to say that gascoyne beheld all this unmoved would be to give a false impression of the man. he knew the ring of his great gun too well to require the schooner to come in sight in order to convince him that his vessel was near at hand. when, therefore, she appeared, and montague turned to him with a hasty glance of suspicion and pointed to her, he had completely banished every trace of feeling from his countenance, and sat on the taffrail puffing his cigar with an air of calm satisfaction. nodding to montague’s glance of inquiry, he said—
“ay, that’s the pirate. i told you he was a bold fellow, but i did not think he was quite so bold as to attempt this!”
to do gascoyne justice, he told the plain truth here; for, having sent a peremptory order to his mate by john bumpus, not to move from his anchorage on any account whatever, he was not a little surprised as well as enraged at what he supposed was manton’s mutinous conduct. but, as we have said, his feelings were confined to his breast—they found no index in his grave face.
montague suspected, nevertheless, that his pilot was assuming a composure which he did not feel; for, from the manner of the meeting of the two vessels, he was persuaded that it was as little expected on the part of the pirates as of himself. it was with a feeling of curiosity, therefore, as to what reply he should receive, that he put the question—
“what would mr gascoyne advise me to do now?”
“blow the villains out of the water,” was the quick answer; “i would have done so before now, had i been you.”
“perhaps you might, but not much sooner,” retorted the other, pointing to the guns which were ready loaded, while the men stood at their stations matches in hand only waiting for the broadside to be brought to bear on the little vessel, when an iron shower would be sent against her which must, at such short range, have infallibly sent her to the bottom.
the mate of the pirate schooner was quite alive to his danger, and had taken the only means in his power to prevent it. close to where his vessel lay, a large rock rose between the shore of the large island and the islet in the bay which has been described as separating the two vessels from each other. owing to the formation of the coast at this place, a powerful stream ran between the rock and this islet at low tide. it happened to be flowing out at that time like a mill-race. manton saw that the schooner was being sucked into this stream. in other circumstances, he would have endeavoured to avoid the danger; for the channel was barely wide enough to allow even a small craft to pass between the rocks; but now he resolved to risk it.
he knew that any attempt to put the schooner about, would only hasten the efforts of the cruiser to bring her broadside to bear on him. he also knew that, in the course of a few seconds, he would be carried through the stream into the shelter of the rocky point. he therefore ordered the men to lie down on the deck; while, in a careless manner, he slewed the big brass gun round, so as to point it at the man-of-war.
gascoyne at once understood the intended manoeuvre of his mate; and, in spite of himself, a gleam of triumph shot from his eyes. montague himself suspected that his prize was not altogether so sure as he had deemed it; and he urged the men in the boat to put forth their utmost efforts. the talisman was almost slewed into position, when the pirate schooner was observed to move rapidly through the water, stern foremost, in the direction of the point. at first montague could scarcely credit his eyes; but when he saw the end of the main-boom pass behind the point, he became painfully alive to the fact that the whole vessel would certainly follow in the course of a few seconds. although the most of his guns were still not sufficiently well pointed, he gave the order to fire them in succession. the entire broadside burst in this manner from the side of the talisman, with a prolonged and mighty crash or roar, and tore up the waters of the narrow channel.
most of the iron storm passed close by the head of the pirate. however, only one ball took effect; it touched the end of the bowsprit, and sent the jib-boom into the air in splinters. manton applied the match to the brass gun almost at the same moment, and the heavy ringing roar of her explosion seemed like a prolonged echo of the broadside. the gun was well aimed; but the schooner had already passed so far behind the point, that the ball struck a projecting part of the cliff; dashed it into atoms, and, glancing upwards, passed through the cap of the talisman’s mizzen-mast, and brought the lower yard, with all its gear, rattling down on the quarter-deck. when the smoke cleared away, the avenger had vanished from the scene.
to put the ship about, and follow the pirate schooner, was the first impulse of montague; but, on second thoughts, he felt that the risk of getting on the rocks in the narrow channel was too great to be lightly run. he therefore gave orders to warp the ship about, and steer round the islet, on the other side of which he fully expected to find the pirate. but time was lost in attempting to do this, in consequence of the wreck of the mizzen-mast having fouled the rudder. when the talisman at last got under way, and rounded the outside point of the islet, no vessel of any kind was to be seen.
amazed beyond measure, and deeply chagrined, the unfortunate captain of the man-of-war turned to gascoyne, who still sat quietly on the taffrail smoking his cigar—
“does this pirate schooner sport wings as well as sails?” said he; “for unless she does, and has flown over the mountains, i cannot see how she could disappear in so short a space of time.”
“i told you the pirate was a bold man; and now he has proved himself a clever fellow. whether he sports wings or no is best known to himself. perhaps he can dive. if so, we have only to watch until he comes to the surface, and shoot him leisurely.”
“well, he is off; there is no doubt of that,” returned montague. “and now, mr gascoyne, since it is vain for me to chase a vessel possessed of such mysterious qualities, you will not object, i daresay, to guide my ship to the bay where your own little schooner lies. i have a fancy to anchor there.”
“by all means,” said gascoyne, coolly. “it will afford me much pleasure to do as you wish, and to have you alongside of my little craft.”
montague was surprised at the perfect coolness with which the other received this proposal. he was persuaded that there must be some mysterious connexion between the pirate schooner and the sandal-wood trader, although his ideas on this point were somewhat undefined and confused; and he had expected that gascoyne would have shewn some symptoms of perplexity, on being thus ordered to conduct the talisman to a spot where he suspected no schooner would be found; or, if found, would appear under such a changed aspect, as to warrant his seizing it on suspicion. as gascoyne, however, shewed perfect willingness to obey the order, he turned away and left his strange pilot to conduct the ship through the reefs, having previously given him to understand that the touching of a rock, and the termination of his (gascoyne’s) life, would certainly be simultaneous events.
meanwhile the avenger, alias the foam, had steered direct for the shore, into which she apparently ran and disappeared like a phantom-ship. the coast of this part of the island, where the events we are narrating occurred, was peculiarly formed. there were several narrow inlets in the high cliffs which were exceedingly deep, but barely wide enough to admit of the passage of a large boat, or a small vessel. many of these inlets or creeks, which in some respects resembled the narrow fjords of norway, though on a miniature scale, were so thickly fringed with trees, and the luxuriant undergrowth peculiar to southern climes, that their existence could not be detected from the sea. indeed, even after the entrance to any one of them was discovered, no one would have imagined it to extend so far inland.
two of those deep narrow inlets, opening from opposite sides of the cape which lay close to the islet above referred to, had approached so close to each other at their upper extremities? that they had at last met, in consequence of the sea undermining and throwing down the cliff that separated them. thus the cape was in reality an island; and the two united inlets formed a narrow strait, through which the avenger passed to her former anchorage, by means of four pair of powerful sweeps or oars. this secret passage was well known to the pirates; and it was with a lurking feeling that it might some day prove of use to him, that gascoyne invariably anchored near to it when he visited the island as a sandal-wood trader.
during the transit, the carpenters of the schooner were not idle. the red streak and flag, and griffin’s head, were removed; the big gun was covered with the long boat, and the vessel which entered the one end of the channel as the warlike avenger, issued from the other side as the peaceful foam; and, rowing to her former anchorage, dropt anchor. the shattered jib-boom had been replaced by a spare one, and part of the crew were stowed away under the cargo, in an empty space of the hold reserved for this special purpose, and for concealing arms. a few of them were also landed, not far from the cliff over which poor bumpus had been thrown, with orders to remain concealed, and be ready to embark at a moment’s notice.
soon after the schooner anchored, the boat which had been sent off in search of the body of our unfortunate seaman returned, having failed to discover the object for which it was sent out.
the breeze had by this time died away almost entirely, so that three hours elapsed before the talisman rounded the point, stood into the bay, and dropt anchor at a distance of about two miles from the suspected schooner.
