a wild chase—hope, disappointment, and despair—the sandal-wood trader outwits the man-of-war.
when the wild-pig, referred to in the last chapter, was first observed, it was standing on the margin of a thicket, from which it had just issued, gazing, with the profoundly philosophical aspect peculiar to that animal, at our four friends, and seeming to entertain doubts as to the propriety of beating an immediate retreat.
before it had made up its mind on this point, corrie’s eye alighted on it.
“hist!” exclaimed he, with a gesture of caution to his companions. “look there! we’ve had nothing to eat for an awful time; nothing since breakfast on sunday morning. i feel as if my interior had been amputated. oh! what a jolly roast that fellow would make if we could only kill him.”
“wot’s in the pistol?” inquired bumpus, pointing to the weapon which corrie had stuck ostentatiously into his belt.
“nothin’,” answered the boy. “i fired the last charge i had into the face of a savage.”
“fling it at him,” suggested bumpus, getting cautiously up. “here, hand it to me. i’ve seed a heavy horse-pistol like that do great execution when well aimed by a stout arm.”
the pig seemed to have an intuitive perception that danger was approaching, for it turned abruptly round just as the missile left the seaman’s hand, and received the butt with full force close to the root of its tail.
a pig’s tendency to shriek on the receipt of the slightest injury is well known. it is therefore not to be wondered at, that this pig went off into the bushes under cover of a series of yells so terrific that they might have been heard for miles round.
“i’ll after him,” cried bumpus, catching up a large stone, and leaping forward a few paces almost as actively as if nothing had happened to him.
“hurrah!” shouted corrie, “i’ll go too.”
“hold on,” cried bumpus, stopping suddenly.
“why?” inquired the boy.
“’cause you must stop an’ take care of the gals. it won’t do to leave ’em alone again, you know, corrie.”
this remark was accompanied with an exceedingly huge wink full of deep meaning, which corrie found it convenient not to notice, as he observed, gravely—
“ah! true. one of us must remain with ’em, poor helpless things—so—so you had better go after the squeaker.”
“all right,” said bumpus, with a broad grin—“hallo! why, here’s a spear that must ha’ bin dropt by one o’ them savages. that’s a piece o’ good luck anyhow, as the man said when he fund the fi’ pun’ note. now, then, keep an eye on them gals, lad, and i’ll be back as soon as ever i can; though i does feel rather stiffish. my old timbers ain’t used to such deep divin’, d’ye see.”
bumpus entered the thicket as he spoke, and corrie returned to console the girls, with the feeling and the air of a man whose bosom is filled with a stern resolve to die, if need be, in the discharge of an important duty.
now, the yell of this particular pig reached other ears besides those of the party whose doings we have attempted to describe. it rang in those of the pirates, who had been sent ashore to hide, like the scream of a steam-whistle, in consequence of their being close at hand, and it sounded like a faint cry in those of henry stuart and the missionary, who, with their party, were a long way off, slowly tracing the footsteps of the lost alice, to which they had been guided by the keen scent of that animated scrap of door-mat, toozle. the effect on both parties was powerful, but not similar. the pirates, supposing that a band of savages were near them, lay close and did not venture forth until a prolonged silence and strong curiosity tempted them to creep, with slow movements and extreme caution, towards the place whence the sounds had proceeded.
mr mason and henry, on the other hand, stopped and listened with intense earnestness, expecting, yet fearing, a recurrence of the cry, and then sprang forward with their party, under the belief that they had heard the voice of alice calling for help.
meanwhile, bumpus toiled up the slopes of the mountain, keeping the pig well in view, for that animal having been somewhat injured by the blow from the pistol, could not travel at its ordinary speed. indeed, jo would have speedily overtaken it, but for the shaky condition of his own body after such a long fast and such a series of violent shocks, as well mental as physical.
having gained the summit of a hill, the pig, much exhausted, sat down on its hams, and gazed pensively at the ground. bumpus took advantage of the fact, and also sat down on a stone to rest.
“wot a brute it is,” said he to himself, “i’ll circumvent it yet, though.”
presently, he rose and made as if he had abandoned the chase, and were about to return the way he had come; but, when he had effectually concealed himself from the view of the pig, he made a wide détour, and, coming out suddenly at a spot higher up the mountain, charged down upon the unsuspecting animal with a yell that would have done credit to itself.
the pig echoed the yell, and rushed down the hill towards the cliffs, closely followed by the hardy seaman, who, in the ardour of the chase, forgot or ignored his aches and pains, and ran like a greyhound, his hair streaming in the wind, his eyes blazing with excitement, and the spear ready poised for a fatal dart. altogether, he was so wild and strong in appearance, and so furious in his onset, that it was impossible to believe he had been half dead little more than an hour before, but then, as we have before remarked, bumpus was hard to kill!
for nearly half an hour did the hungry seaman keep up the chase—neither gaining nor losing distance, while the affrighted pig, having its attention fixed entirely on its pursuer, scrambled and plunged forward over every imaginable variety of ground, receiving one or two severe falls in consequence. bumpus, being warned by its fate, escaped them. at last the two dashed into a gorge and out at the other end, scrambled through a thicket, plunged down a hill, and doubled a high rock, on the other side of which they were met in the teeth by henry stuart at the head of his band.
the pig attempted to double. failing to do so, it lost its footing and fell flat on its side. jo bumpus threw his spear with violent energy deep into the earth about two feet beyond it, tripped on a stump and fell headlong on the top of the pig, squeezing the life out of its body with the weight of his ponderous frame, and receiving its dying yell into his very bosom.
“hilloa! my stalwart chip of old neptune,” cried henry, laughing, “you’ve bagged him this time effectually. hast seen any of the niggers, or did you mistake this poor pig for one?”
“ay, truly, i have seen them, and given a few of ’em marks that will keep ’em in remembrance of me. as for this pig,” said jo, throwing the carcase over his shoulder, “i want a bit of summat to eat—that’s the fact; an’ the poor children will be—”
“children,” cried mr mason, eagerly, “what do you mean, my man; have you seen any?”
“in course i has, or i wouldn’t speak of ’em,” returned jo, who did not at first recognise the missionary, and no wonder, for mr mason’s clothes were torn and soiled, and his face was bruised, bloodstained, and haggard.
“tell me, friend, i entreat you,” said the pastor earnestly, laying his hand on jo’s arm, “have you seen my child?”
“wot! are you the father o’ the little gal? why, i’ve seed her only half an hour since. but hold on, lads, come arter me an i’ll steer you to where she is at this moment.”
“thanks be to god,” said mr mason, with a deep sigh of relief. “lead on, my man, and, pray, go quickly.”
bumpus at once led the way to the foot of the cliffs, and went over the ground at a pace that satisfied even the impatience of the bereaved father.
while this was occurring on the mountain slopes, the pirates at the foot of the cliffs had discovered the three children, and, finding that no one else was near, had seized them and carried them off to a cave near to which their boat lay on the rocks. they hoped to have obtained some information from them as to what was going on at the other side of the island, but, while engaged in a fruitless attempt to screw something out of corrie, who was peculiarly refractory, they were interrupted, first by the yells of bumpus and his pig, and afterwards by the sudden appearance of henry and his party on the edge of a cliff a short way above the spot where they were assembled. on seeing these, the pirates started to their feet and drew their cutlasses, while henry uttered a shout and ran down the rocks like a deer.
“shall we have a stand-up fight with ’em, bill?” said one of the pirates.
“not if i can help it—there’s four to one,” replied the other.
“to the boat,” cried several of the men, leading the way, “and let’s take the brats with us.”
as henry’s party came pouring down the hill, the more combatively disposed of the pirates saw at a glance that it would be in vain to attempt a stand, they therefore discharged a scattering volley from their pistols, (happily without effect,) and, springing into their boat, pushed off from the shore, taking the children along with them.
mr mason was the first to gain the beach. he had hit upon a shorter path by which to descend, and rushing forward, plunged into the sea. poor little alice, who at once recognised her father, stretched out her arms towards him, and would certainly have leaped into the sea had she not been forcibly detained by one of the pirates, whose special duty it was to hold her with one hand, while he restrained the violent demonstrations of corrie with the other.
the father was too late, however. already the boat was several yards from the shore, and the frantic efforts he made in the madness of his despair to overtake it, only served to exhaust him. when henry stuart reached the beach, it was with difficulty he prevented those members of his band who carried muskets from firing on the boat. none of them thought for a moment, of course, of making the mad attempt to swim towards her. indeed, mr mason himself would have hesitated to do so had he been capable of cool thought at the time; but the sudden rush of hope when he heard of his child being near, combined with the agony of disappointment on seeing her torn, as it were, out of his very grasp, was too much for him. his reasoning powers were completely overturned; he continued to buffet the waves with wild energy, and to strain every fibre of his being in the effort to propel himself through the water, long after the boat was hopelessly beyond reach.
henry understood his feelings well, and knew that the poor missionary would not cease his efforts until exhaustion should compel him to do so, in which case his being drowned would be a certainty, for there was neither boat nor canoe at hand in which to push off to his rescue.
in these circumstances the youth took the only course that seemed left to him. he threw off his clothes and prepared to swim after his friend, in order to render the assistance of his stout arm when it should be needed.
“here, jakolu!” he cried to one of the natives who stood near him.
“yes, mass’r,” answered the sturdy young fellow, who has been introduced at an earlier part of this story as being one of the missionary’s best behaved and most active church members.
“i mean to swim after him, so i leave the charge of the party to mr bumpus there. you will act under his orders. keep the men, together, and guard against surprise. we don’t know how many more of these blackguards may be lurking among the rocks.”
to this speech jakolu replied by shaking his head slowly and gravely, as if he doubted the propriety of his young commander’s intentions.
“you no can swim queek nuff to save him,” said he.
“that remains to be seen,” retorted henry, sharply, for the youth was one of the best swimmers on the island—at least the best among the whites, and better than many of the natives, although some of the latter could beat him. “at any rate,” he continued, “you would not have me stand idly by while my friend is drowning, would you?”
“him’s not drownin’ yet,” answered the matter-of-fact native. “me ’vise you to let jakolu go. him’s can sweem berer dan you. see, here am bit plank, too,—me take dat.”
“ha! that’s well thought of,” cried henry, who was now ready to plunge, “fetch it me, quick—and mind, jakolu, keep your eye on me; when i hold up both hands you’ll know that i’m dead beat, and that you must come off and help us both.”
so saying, he seized the small piece of drift-wood which the native brought to him, and, plunging into the sea, struck out vigorously in the direction in which the pastor was still perseveringly, though slowly, swimming.
while henry was stripping, his eye had quickly and intelligently taken in the facts that were presented to him on the bay. he had seen, on descending the hill, that the man-of-war had entered the bay and anchored there, a fact which surprised him greatly, and that the foam still lay where he had seen her cast anchor on the morning of her arrival. this surprised him even more—for, if the latter was really a pirate schooner, (as had been hinted more than once that day by various members of the settlement,) why did she remain so fearlessly and peacefully within range of the guns of so dangerous and powerful an enemy? he also observed that one of the large boats of the talisman was in the water alongside and full of armed men, as if about to put off on some warlike expedition, while his pocket telescope enabled him to perceive that gascoyne, (who must needs be the pirate captain, if the suspicions of his friends were correct,) was smoking quietly on the quarterdeck, apparently holding amicable converse with the british commander. the youth knew not what to think, for it was preposterous to suppose that a pirate captain could by any possibility be the intimate friend of his own mother.
these and many other conflicting thoughts kept rushing through his mind as he hastened forward, but the conclusions to which they led him—if, indeed, they led him to any—were altogether upset by the unaccountable and extremely piratical conduct of the seamen who carried off alice and her companions, and whom he knew to be part of the crew of the foam, both from their costume, and from the direction in which they rowed their little boat.
the young man’s perplexities were, however, neutralised for the time by his anxiety for his friend the pastor, and by the necessity of instant and vigorous effort for his rescue. he had just time, before plunging into the sea, to note with satisfaction that the man-of-war’s boat had pushed off; and that if alice really was in the hands of pirates, there was the certainty of her being speedily rescued.
in this latter supposition, however, henry was mistaken.
the events on shore which we have just described, had been witnessed, of course, by the crews of both vessels, with, as may be easily conjectured, very different feelings.
in the foam, the few men who were lounging about the deck looked uneasily from the war vessel to the countenance of manton, in whose hands they felt that their fate now lay. the object of their regard paced the deck slowly, with his hands in his pockets and a pipe in his mouth, in the most listless manner, in order to deceive the numerous eyes which he knew full well scanned his movements with deep curiosity. the frowning brow and the tightly compressed lips alone indicated the storm of anger which was in reality raging in the pirate’s breast at what he deemed the obstinacy of his captain in running into such danger, and the folly of his men in having shewn fight on shore when there was no occasion for doing so. but manton was too much alive to his own danger and interests to allow passion at such a critical moment to interfere with his judgment. he paced the deck slowly, as we have said, undecided as to what course he ought to pursue, but ready to act with the utmost energy and promptitude when the time for action should arrive.
on board the talisman, on the other hand, the young commander began to feel certain of his prize; and when he witnessed the scuffle on shore, the flight of the boat’s crew with the three young people and the subsequent events, he could not conceal a smile of triumph as he turned to gascoyne and said—
“your men are strangely violent in their proceedings, sir, for the crew of a peaceable trader. if it were not that they are pulling straight for your schooner, where, no doubt, they will be received with open arms, i would have fancied they had been part of the crew of that wonderful pirate, who seems to be able to change colour almost as quickly as he changes position.”
the allusion had no effect whatever on the imperturbable gascoyne, on whose countenance good humour seemed to have been immovably enthroned, for the worse his case became the more amiable and satisfied was his aspect.
“surely captain montague does not hold me responsible for the doings of my men in my absence,” said he, calmly. “i have already said that they are a wild set—not easily restrained even when i am present; and fond of getting into scrapes when they can. you see, we have not a choice of men in these out-of-the-way parts of the world.”
“apparently not,” returned montague, “but i hope to have the pleasure of seeing you order your men to be punished for their misdeeds; for, if not, i shall be under the necessity of punishing them for you. is the boat ready, mr mulroy?”
“it is, sir.”
“then, mr gascoyne, if you will do me the favour to step into this boat, i will have much pleasure in accompanying you on board your schooner.”
“by all means,” replied gascoyne, with a bland smile, as he rose and threw away the end of another cigar, after having lighted therewith the sixth or seventh in which he had indulged that day. “your boat is well manned and your men are well armed, captain montague; do you go on some cutting-out expedition, or are you so much alarmed at the terrible aspect of the broadside of my small craft that—”
gascoyne here smiled with ineffable urbanity, and bowed slightly by way of finishing his sentence. montague was saved the annoyance of having to reply, by a sudden exclamation from his lieutenant, who was observing the schooner’s boat though his telescope.
“there seems to be some one swimming after that boat,” said he. “a man—evidently a european, for he is light-coloured. he must have been some time in the water, for he is already a long way from shore, and seems much exhausted.”
“why, the man is drowning, i believe,” cried montague, quickly, as he looked through the glass.
at that moment frederick mason’s strength had given way; he made one or two manful efforts to struggle after the retreating boat, and then, tossing his arms in the air, uttered a loud cry of agony.
“ho! shove off and save him,” shouted montague, the moment he heard it. “look alive, lads, give way! and when you have picked up the man, pull straight for yonder schooner.”
the oars at once fell into the water with a splash, and the boat, large and heavy though it was, shot from the ship’s side like an arrow.
“lower the gig,” cried the captain. “and now, mr gascoyne, since you seem disposed to go in a lighter boat, i will accommodate you. pray follow me.”
in a few seconds they were seated in the little gig which seemed to fly over the sea under the vigorous strokes of her crew of eight stout men. so swift were her motions, that she reached the side of the schooner only a few minutes later than the foam’s boat, and a considerable time before his own large boat had picked up mr mason, who was found in an almost insensible condition, supported by henry stuart.
when the gig came within a short distance of the foam, gascoyne directed montague’s attention to the proceedings of the large boat, and at the same instant made a private signal with his right hand to manton, who, still unmoved and inactive, stood at the schooner’s bow awaiting and evidently expecting it.
“ha!” said he aloud, “i thought as much. now lads, shew the red—make ready to slip—off with long tom’s nightcap—let out the skulkers—take these children down below, and a dozen of you stand by to receive the captain and his friends.”
these somewhat peculiar orders, hurriedly given, were hastily obeyed, and in a few seconds more the gig of the talisman ranged up alongside of the foam.
