it is written in the first book of wonder how captain shard of the bad ship desperate lark, having looted the sea-coast city bombasharna, retired from active life; and resigning piracy to younger men, with the good will of the north and south atlantic, settled down with a captured queen on his floating island.

sometimes he sank a ship for the sake of old times but he no longer hovered along the trade-routes; and timid merchants watched for other men.

it was not age that caused him to leave his romantic profession; nor unworthiness of its traditions, nor gun-shot wound, nor drink; but grim necessity and force majeure. five navies were after him. how he gave them the slip one day in the mediterranean, how he fought with the arabs, how a ship's broadside was heard in lat. 23 n. long. 4 e. for the first time and the last, with other things unknown to admiralties, i shall proceed to tell.

he had had his fling, had shard, captain of pirates, and all his merry men wore pearls in their ear-rings; and now the english fleet was after him under full sail along the coast of spain with a good north wind behind them. they were not gaining much on shard's rakish craft, the bad ship desperate lark, yet they were closer than was to his liking, and they interfered with business.

for a day and a night they had chased him, when off cape st. vincent at about six a.m. shard took that step that decided his retirement from active life, he turned for the mediterranean. had he held on southwards down the african coast it is doubtful whether in face of the interference of england, russia, france, denmark and spain, he could have made piracy pay; but in turning for the mediterranean he took what we may call the penultimate step of his life which meant for him settling down. there were three great courses of action invented by shard in his youth, upon which he pondered by day and brooded by night, consolations in all his dangers, secret even from his men, three means of escape as he hoped from any peril that might meet him on the sea. one of these was the floating island that the book of wonder tells of, another was so fantastic that we may doubt if even the brilliant audacity of shard could ever have found it practicable, at least he never tried it so far as is known in that tavern by the sea in which i glean my news, and the third he determined on carrying out as he turned that morning for the mediterranean. true he might yet have practised piracy in spite of the step that he took, a little later when the seas grew quiet, but that penultimate step was like that small house in the country that the business man has his eye on, like some snug investment put away for old age, there are certain final courses in men's lives which after taking they never go back to business.

he turned then for the mediterranean with the english fleet behind him, and his men wondered.

what madness was this,—muttered bill the boatswain in old frank's only ear, with the french fleet waiting in the gulf of lyons and the spaniards all the way between sardinia and tunis: for they knew the spaniards' ways. and they made a deputation and waited upon captain shard, all of them sober and wearing their costly clothes, and they said that the mediterranean was a trap, and all he said was that the north wind should hold. and the crew said they were done.

so they entered the mediterranean and the english fleet came up and closed the straits. and shard went tacking along the moroccan coast with a dozen frigates behind him. and the north wind grew in strength. and not till evening did he speak to his crew, and then he gathered them all together except the man at the helm, and politely asked them to come down to the hold. and there he showed them six immense steel axles and a dozen low iron wheels of enormous width which none had seen before; and he told his crew how all unknown to the world his keel had been specially fitted for these same axles and wheels, and how he meant soon to sail to the wide atlantic again, though not by the way of the straits. and when they heard the name of the atlantic all his merry men cheered, for they looked on the atlantic as a wide safe sea.

and night came down and captain shard sent for his diver. with the sea getting up it was hard work for the diver, but by midnight things were done to shard's satisfaction, and the diver said that of all the jobs he had done—but finding no apt comparison, and being in need of a drink, silence fell on him and soon sleep, and his comrades carried him away to his hammock. all the next day the chase went on with the english well in sight, for shard had lost time overnight with his wheels and axles, and the danger of meeting the spaniards increased every hour; and evening came when every minute seemed dangerous, yet they still went tacking on towards the east where they knew the spaniards must be.

and at last they sighted their topsails right ahead, and still shard went on. it was a close thing, but night was coming on, and the union jack which he hoisted helped shard with the spaniards for the last few anxious minutes, though it seemed to anger the english, but as shard said, "there's no pleasing everyone," and then the twilight shivered into darkness.

"hard to starboard," said captain shard.

the north wind which had risen all day was now blowing a gale. i do not know what part of the coast shard steered for, but shard knew, for the coasts of the world were to him what margate is to some of us.

at a place where the desert rolling up from mystery and from death, yea, from the heart of africa, emerges upon the sea, no less grand than her, no less terrible, even there they sighted the land quite close, almost in darkness. shard ordered every man to the hinder part of the ship and all the ballast too; and soon the desperate lark, her prow a little high out of the water, doing her eighteen knots before the wind, struck a sandy beach and shuddered, she heeled over a little, then righted herself, and slowly headed into the interior of africa.

the men would have given three cheers, but after the first shard silenced them and, steering the ship himself, he made them a short speech while the broad wheels pounded slowly over the african sand, doing barely five knots in a gale. the perils of the sea he said had been greatly exaggerated. ships had been sailing the sea for hundreds of years and at sea you knew what to do, but on land this was different. they were on land now and they were not to forget it. at sea you might make as much noise as you pleased and no harm was done, but on land anything might happen. one of the perils of the land that he instanced was that of hanging. for every hundred men that they hung on land, he said, not more than twenty would be hung at sea. the men were to sleep at their guns. they would not go far that night; for the risk of being wrecked at night was another danger peculiar to the land, while at sea you might sail from set of sun till dawn: yet it was essential to get out of sight of the sea for if anyone knew they were there they'd have cavalry after them. and he had sent back smerdrak (a young lieutenant of pirates) to cover their tracks where they came up from the sea. and the merry men vigorously nodded their heads though they did not dare to cheer, and presently smerdrak came running up and they threw him a rope by the stern. and when they had done fifteen knots they anchored, and captain shard gathered his men about him and, standing by the land-wheel in the bows, under the large and clear algerian stars, he explained his system of steering. there was not much to be said for it, he had with considerable ingenuity detached and pivoted the portion of the keel that held the leading axle and could move it by chains which were controlled from the land-wheel, thus the front pair of wheels could be deflected at will, but only very slightly, and they afterwards found that in a hundred yards they could only turn their ship four yards from her course. but let not captains of comfortable battleships, or owners even of yachts, criticise too harshly a man who was not of their time and who knew not modern contrivances; it should be remembered also that shard was no longer at sea. his steering may have been clumsy but he did what he could.

when the use and limitations of his land-wheel had been made clear to his men, shard bade them all turn in except those on watch. long before dawn he woke them and by the very first gleam of light they got their ship under way, so that when those two fleets that had made so sure of shard closed in like a great crescent on the algerian coast there was no sign to see of the desperate lark either on sea or land; and the flags of the admiral's ship broke out into a hearty english oath.

the gale blew for three days and, shard using more sail by daylight, they scudded over the sands at little less than ten knots, though on the report of rough water ahead (as the lookout man called rocks, low hills or uneven surface before he adapted himself to his new surroundings) the rate was much decreased. those were long summer days and shard who was anxious while the wind held good to outpace the rumour of his own appearance sailed for nineteen hours a day, lying to at ten in the evening and hoisting sail again at three a.m. when it first began to be light.

in those three days he did five hundred miles; then the wind dropped to a breeze though it still blew from the north, and for a week they did no more than two knots an hour. the merry men began to murmur then. luck had distinctly favoured shard at first for it sent him at ten knots through the only populous districts well ahead of crowds except those who chose to run, and the cavalry were away on a local raid. as for the runners they soon dropped off when shard pointed his cannon though he did not dare to fire, up there near the coast; for much as he jeered at the intelligence of the english and spanish admirals in not suspecting his manoeuvre, the only one as he said that was possible in the circumstances, yet he knew that cannon had an obvious sound which would give his secret away to the weakest mind. certainly luck had befriended him, and when it did so no longer he made out of the occasion all that could be made; for instance while the wind held good he had never missed opportunities to revictual, if he passed by a village its pigs and poultry were his, and whenever he passed by water he filled his tanks to the brim, and now that he could only do two knots he sailed all night with a man and a lantern before him: thus in that week he did close on four hundred miles while another man would have anchored at night and have missed five or six hours out of the twenty-four. yet his men murmured. did he think the wind would last for ever, they said. and shard only smoked. it was clear that he was thinking, and thinking hard. "but what is he thinking about?" said bill to bad jack. and bad jack answered: "he may think as hard as he likes but thinking won't get us out of the sahara if this wind were to drop."

and towards the end of that week shard went to his chart-room and laid a new course for his ship a little to the east and towards cultivation. and one day towards evening they sighted a village, and twilight came and the wind dropped altogether. then the murmurs of the merry men grew to oaths and nearly to mutiny. "where were they now?" they asked, and were they being treated like poor honest men?

shard quieted them by asking what they wished to do themselves and when no one had any better plan than going to the villagers and saying that they had been blown out of their course by a storm, shard unfolded his scheme to them. long ago he had heard how they drove carts with oxen in africa, oxen were very numerous in these parts wherever there was any cultivation, and for this reason when the wind had begun to drop he had laid his course for the village: that night the moment it was dark they were to drive off fifty yoke of oxen; by midnight they must all be yoked to the bows and then away they would go at a good round gallop.

so fine a plan as this astonished the men and they all apologised for their want of faith in shard, shaking hands with him every one and spitting on their hands before they did so in token of good will.

the raid that night succeeded admirably, but ingenious as shard was on land, and a past-master at sea, yet it must be admitted that lack of experience in this class of seamanship led him to make a mistake, a slight one it is true, and one that a little practice would have prevented altogether: the oxen could not gallop. shard swore at them, threatened them with his pistol, said they should have no food, and all to no avail: that night and as long as they pulled the bad ship desperate lark they did one knot an hour and no more. shard's failures like everything that came his way were used as stones in the edifice of his future success, he went at once to his chart-room and worked out all his calculations anew.

the matter of the oxen's pace made pursuit impossible to avoid. shard therefore countermanded his order to his lieutenant to cover the tracks in the sand, and the desperate lark plodded on into the sahara on her new course trusting to her guns.

the village was not a large one and the little crowd that was sighted astern next morning disappeared after the first shot from the cannon in the stern. at first shard made the oxen wear rough iron bits, another of his mistakes, and strong bits too. "for if they run away," he had said, "we might as well be driving before a gale and there's no saying where we'd find ourselves," but after a day or two he found that the bits were no good and, like the practical man he was, immediately corrected his mistake.

and now the crew sang merry songs all day bringing out mandolins and clarionets and cheering captain shard. all were jolly except the captain himself whose face was moody and perplexed; he alone expected to hear more of those villagers; and the oxen were drinking up the water every day, he alone feared that there was no more to be had, and a very unpleasant fear that is when your ship is becalmed in a desert. for over a week they went on like this doing ten knots a day and the music and singing got on the captain's nerves, but he dared not tell his men what the trouble was. and then one day the oxen drank up the last of the water. and lieutenant smerdrak came and reported the fact.

"give them rum," said shard, and he cursed the oxen. "what is good enough for me," he said, "should be good enough for them," and he swore that they should have rum.

"aye, aye, sir," said the young lieutenant of pirates.

shard should not be judged by the orders he gave that day, for nearly a fortnight he had watched the doom that was coming slowly towards him, discipline cut him off from anyone that might have shared his fear and discussed it, and all the while he had had to navigate his ship, which even at sea is an arduous responsibility. these things had fretted the calm of that clear judgment that had once baffled five navies. therefore he cursed the oxen and ordered them rum, and smerdrak had said "aye, aye, sir," and gone below.

towards sunset shard was standing on the poop, thinking of death; it would not come to him by thirst; mutiny first, he thought. the oxen were refusing rum for the last time, and the men were beginning to eye captain shard in a very ominous way, not muttering, but each man looking at him with a sidelong look of the eye as though there were only one thought among them all that had no need of words. a score of geese like a long letter "v" were crossing the evening sky, they slanted their necks and all went twisting downwards somewhere about the horizon. captain shard rushed to his chart-room, and presently the men came in at the door with old frank in front looking awkward and twisting his cap in his hand.

"what is it?" said shard as though nothing were wrong.

then old frank said what he had come to say: "we want to know what you be going to do."

and the men nodded grimly.

"get water for the oxen," said captain shard, "as the swine won't have rum, and they'll have to work for it, the lazy beasts. up anchor!"

and at the word water a look came into their faces like when some wanderer suddenly thinks of home.

"water!" they said.

"why not?" said captain shard. and none of them ever knew that but for those geese, that slanted their necks and suddenly twisted downwards, they would have found no water that night nor ever after, and the sahara would have taken them as she has taken so many and shall take so many more. all that night they followed their new course: at dawn they found an oasis and the oxen drank.

and here, on this green acre or so with its palm-trees and its well, beleaguered by thousands of miles of desert and holding out through the ages, here they decided to stay: for those who have been without water for a while in one of africa's deserts come to have for that simple fluid such a regard as you, o reader, might not easily credit. and here each man chose a site where he would build his hut, and settle down, and marry perhaps, and even forget the sea; when captain shard having filled his tanks and barrels peremptorily ordered them to weigh anchor. there was much dissatisfaction, even some grumbling, but when a man has twice saved his fellows from death by the sheer freshness of his mind they come to have a respect for his judgment that is not shaken by trifles. it must be remembered that in the affair of the dropping of the wind and again when they ran out of water these men were at their wits' end: so was shard on the last occasion, but that they did not know. all this shard knew, and he chose this occasion to strengthen the reputation that he had in the minds of the men of that bad ship by explaining to them his motives, which usually he kept secret. the oasis he said must be a port of call for all the travellers within hundreds of miles: how many men did you see gathered together in any part of the world where there was a drop of whiskey to be had! and water here was rarer than whiskey in decent countries and, such was the peculiarity of the arabs, even more precious. another thing he pointed out to them, the arabs were a singularly inquisitive people and if they came upon a ship in the desert they would probably talk about it; and the world having a wickedly malicious tongue would never construe in its proper light their difference with the english and spanish fleets, but would merely side with the strong against the weak.

and the men sighed, and sang the capstan song and hoisted the anchor and yoked the oxen up, and away they went doing their steady knot, which nothing could increase. it may be thought strange that with all sail furled in dead calm and while the oxen rested they should have cast anchor at all. but custom is not easily overcome and long survives its use. rather enquire how many such useless customs we ourselves preserve: the flaps for instance to pull up the tops of hunting-boots though the tops no longer pull up, the bows on our evening shoes that neither tie nor untie. they said they felt safer that way and there was an end of it.

shard lay a course of south by west and they did ten knots that day, the next day they did seven or eight and shard hove to. here he intended to stop, they had huge supplies of fodder on board for the oxen, for his men he had a pig or so, plenty of poultry, several sacks of biscuits and ninety-eight oxen (for two were already eaten), and they were only twenty miles from water. here he said they would stay till folks forgot their past, someone would invent something or some new thing would turn up to take folks' minds off them and the ships he had sunk: he forgot that there are men who are well paid to remember.

half way between him and the oasis he established a little depot where he buried his water-barrels. as soon as a barrel was empty he sent half a dozen men to roll it by turns to the depot. this they would do at night, keeping hid by day, and next night they would push on to the oasis, fill the barrel and roll it back. thus only ten miles away he soon had a store of water, unknown to the thirstiest native of africa, from which he could safely replenish his tanks at will. he allowed his men to sing and even within reason to light fires. those were jolly nights while the rum held out; sometimes they saw gazelles watching them curiously, sometimes a lion went by over the sand, the sound of his roar added to their sense of the security of their ship; all round them level, immense lay the sahara: "this is better than an english prison," said captain shard.

and still the dead calm lasted, not even the sand whispered at night to little winds; and when the rum gave out and it looked like trouble, shard reminded them what little use it had been to them when it was all they had and the oxen wouldn't look at it.

and the days wore on with singing, and even dancing at times, and at nights round a cautious fire in a hollow of sand with only one man on watch they told tales of the sea. it was all a relief after arduous watches and sleeping by the guns, a rest to strained nerves and eyes; and all agreed, for all that they missed their rum, that the best place for a ship like theirs was the land.

this was in latitude 23 north, longitude 4 east, where, as i have said, a ship's broadside was heard for the first time and the last. it happened this way.

they had been there several weeks and had eaten perhaps ten or a dozen oxen and all that while there had been no breath of wind and they had seen no one: when one morning about two bells when the crew were at breakfast the lookout man reported cavalry on the port side. shard who had already surrounded his ship with sharpened stakes ordered all his men on board, the young trumpeter who prided himself on having picked up the ways of the land, sounded "prepare to receive cavalry". shard sent a few men below with pikes to the lower port-holes, two more aloft with muskets, the rest to the guns, he changed the "grape" or "canister" with which the guns were loaded in case of surprise, for shot, cleared the decks, drew in ladders, and before the cavalry came within range everything was ready for them. the oxen were always yoked in order that shard could manoeuvre his ship at a moment's notice.

when first sighted the cavalry were trotting but they were coming on now at a slow canter. arabs in white robes on good horses. shard estimated that there were two or three hundred of them. at sixty yards shard opened with one gun, he had had the distance measured, but had never practised for fear of being heard at the oasis: the shot went high. the next one fell short and ricochetted over the arabs' heads. shard had the range then and by the time the ten remaining guns of his broadside were given the same elevation as that of his second gun the arabs had come to the spot where the last shot pitched. the broadside hit the horses, mostly low, and ricochetted on amongst them; one cannon-ball striking a rock at the horses' feet shattered it and sent fragments flying amongst the arabs with the peculiar scream of things set free by projectiles from their motionless harmless state, and the cannon-ball went on with them with a great howl, this shot alone killed three men.

"very satisfactory," said shard rubbing his chin. "load with grape," he added sharply.

the broadside did not stop the arabs nor even reduce their speed but they crowded in closer together as though for company in their time of danger, which they should not have done. they were four hundred yards off now, three hundred and fifty; and then the muskets began, for the two men in the crow's-nest had thirty loaded muskets besides a few pistols, the muskets all stood round them leaning against the rail; they picked them up and fired them one by one. every shot told, but still the arabs came on. they were galloping now. it took some time to load the guns in those days. three hundred yards, two hundred and fifty, men dropping all the way, two hundred yards; old frank for all his one ear had terrible eyes; it was pistols now, they had fired all their muskets; a hundred and fifty; shard had marked the fifties with little white stones. old frank and bad jack up aloft felt pretty uneasy when they saw the arabs had come to that little white stone, they both missed their shots.

"all ready?" said captain shard.

"aye, aye, sir," said smerdrak.

"right," said captain shard raising a finger.

a hundred and fifty yards is a bad range at which to be caught by grape (or "case" as we call it now), the gunners can hardly miss and the charge has time to spread. shard estimated afterwards that he got thirty arabs by that broadside alone and as many horses.

there were close on two hundred of them still on their horses, yet the broadside of grape had unsettled them, they surged round the ship but seemed doubtful what to do. they carried swords and scimitars in their hands, though most had strange long muskets slung behind them, a few unslung them and began firing wildly. they could not reach shard's merry men with their swords. had it not been for that broadside that took them when it did they might have climbed up from their horses and carried the bad ship by sheer force of numbers, but they would have had to have been very steady, and the broadside spoiled all that. their best course was to have concentrated all their efforts in setting fire to the ship but this they did not attempt. part of them swarmed all round the ship brandishing their swords and looking vainly for an easy entrance; perhaps they expected a door, they were not sea-faring people; but their leaders were evidently set on driving off the oxen not dreaming that the desperate lark had other means of travelling. and this to some extent they succeeded in doing. thirty they drove off, cutting the traces, twenty they killed on the spot with their scimitars though the bow gun caught them twice as they did their work, and ten more were unluckily killed by shard's bow gun. before they could fire a third time from the bows they all galloped away, firing back at the oxen with their muskets and killing three more, and what troubled shard more than the loss of his oxen was the way that they manoeuvred, galloping off just when the bow gun was ready and riding off by the port bow where the broadside could not get them, which seemed to him to show more knowledge of guns than they could have learned on that bright morning. what, thought shard to himself, if they should bring big guns against the desperate lark! and the mere thought of it made him rail at fate. but the merry men all cheered when they rode away. shard had only twenty-two oxen left, and then a score or so of the arabs dismounted while the rest rode further on leading their horses. and the dismounted men lay down on the port bow behind some rocks two hundred yards away and began to shoot at the oxen. shard had just enough of them left to manoeuvre his ship with an effort and he turned his ship a few points to the starboard so as to get a broadside at the rocks. but grape was of no use here as the only way he could get an arab was by hitting one of the rocks with shot behind which an arab was lying, and the rocks were not easy to hit except by chance, and as often as he manoeuvred his ship the arabs changed their ground. this went on all day while the mounted arabs hovered out of range watching what shard would do; and all the while the oxen were growing fewer, so good a mark were they, until only ten were left, and the ship could manoeuvre no longer. but then they all rode off.

the merry men were delighted, they calculated that one way and another they had unhorsed a hundred arabs and on board there had been no more than one man wounded: bad jack had been hit in the wrist; probably by a bullet meant for the men at the guns, for the arabs were firing high. they had captured a horse and had found quaint weapons on the bodies of the dead arabs and an interesting kind of tobacco. it was evening now and they talked over the fight, made jokes about their luckier shots, smoked their new tobacco and sang; altogether it was the jolliest evening they'd had. but shard alone on the quarter-deck paced to and fro pondering, brooding and wondering. he had chopped off bad jack's wounded hand and given him a hook out of store, for captain does doctor upon these occasions and shard, who was ready for most things, kept half a dozen or so of neat new limbs, and of course a chopper. bad jack had gone below swearing a little and said he'd lie down for a bit, the men were smoking and singing on the sand, and shard was there alone. the thought that troubled shard was: what would the arabs do? they did not look like men to go away for nothing. and at back of all his thoughts was one that reiterated guns, guns, guns. he argued with himself that they could not drag them all that way on the sand, that the desperate lark was not worth it, that they had given it up. yet he knew in his heart that that was what they would do. he knew there were fortified towns in africa, and as for its being worth it, he knew that there was no pleasant thing left now to those defeated men except revenge, and if the desperate lark had come over the sand why not guns? he knew that the ship could never hold out against guns and cavalry, a week perhaps, two weeks, even three: what difference did it make how long it was, and the men sang:

away we go, oho, oho, oho,

a drop of rum for you and me

and the world's as round as the letter o

and round it runs the sea.

a melancholy settled down on shard.

about sunset lieutenant smerdrak came up for orders. shard ordered a trench to be dug along the port side of the ship. the men wanted to sing and grumbled at having to dig, especially as shard never mentioned his fear of guns, but he fingered his pistols and in the end shard had his way. no one on board could shoot like captain shard. that is often the way with captains of pirate ships, it is a difficult position to hold. discipline is essential to those that have the right to fly the skull-and-cross-bones, and shard was the man to enforce it. it was starlight by the time the trench was dug to the captain's satisfaction and the men that it was to protect when the worst came to the worst swore all the time as they dug. and when it was finished they clamoured to make a feast on some of the killed oxen, and this shard let them do. and they lit a huge fire for the first time, burning abundant scrub, they thinking that arabs daren't return, shard knowing that concealment was now useless. all that night they feasted and sang, and shard sat up in his chart-room making his plans.

when morning came they rigged up the cutter as they called the captured horse and told off her crew. as there were only two men that could ride at all these became the crew of the cutter. spanish dick and bill the boatswain were the two.

shard's orders were that turn and turn about they should take command of the cutter and cruise about five miles off to the north east all the day but at night they were to come in. and they fitted the horse up with a flagstaff in front of the saddle so that they could signal from her, and carried an anchor behind for fear she should run away.

and as soon as spanish dick had ridden off shard sent some men to roll all the barrels back from the depot where they were buried in the sand, with orders to watch the cutter all the time and, if she signalled, to return as fast as they could.

they buried the arabs that day, removing their water-bottles and any provisions they had, and that night they got all the water-barrels in, and for days nothing happened. one event of extraordinary importance did indeed occur, the wind got up one day, but it was due south, and as the oasis lay to the north of them and beyond that they might pick up the camel track shard decided to stay where he was. if it had looked to him like lasting shard might have hoisted sail but it it dropped at evening as he knew it would, and in any case it was not the wind he wanted. and more days went by, two weeks without a breeze. the dead oxen would not keep and they had had to kill three more, there were only seven left now.

never before had the men been so long without rum. and captain shard had doubled the watch besides making two more men sleep at the guns. they had tired of their simple games, and most of their songs, and their tales that were never true were no longer new. and then one day the monotony of the desert came down upon them.

there is a fascination in the sahara, a day there is delightful, a week is pleasant, a fortnight is a matter of opinion, but it was running into months. the men were perfectly polite but the boatswain wanted to know when shard thought of moving on. it was an unreasonable question to ask of the captain of any ship in a dead calm in a desert, but shard said he would set a course and let him know in a day or two. and a day or two went by over the monotony of the sahara, who for monotony is unequalled by all the parts of the earth. great marshes cannot equal it, nor plains of grass nor the sea, the sahara alone lies unaltered by the seasons, she has no altering surface, no flowers to fade or grow, year in year out she is changeless for hundreds and hundreds of miles. and the boatswain came again and took off his cap and asked captain shard to be so kind as to tell them about his new course. shard said he meant to stay until they had eaten three more of the oxen as they could only take three of them in the hold, there were only six left now. but what if there was no wind, the boatswain said. and at that moment the faintest breeze from the north ruffled the boatswain's forelock as he stood with his cap in his hand.

"don't talk about the wind to me," said captain shard: and bill was a little frightened for shard's mother had been a gipsy.

but it was only a breeze astray, a trick of the sahara. and another week went by and they ate two more oxen.

they obeyed captain shard ostentatiously now but they wore ominous looks. bill came again and shard answered him in romany.

things were like this one hot sahara morning when the cutter signalled. the lookout man told shard and shard read the message, "cavalry astern" it read, and then a little later she signalled, "with guns."

"ah," said captain shard.

one ray of hope shard had; the flags on the cutter fluttered. for the first time for five weeks a light breeze blew from the north, very light, you hardly felt it. spanish dick rode in and anchored his horse to starboard and the cavalry came on slowly from the port.

not till the afternoon did they come in sight, and all the while that little breeze was blowing.

"one knot," said shard at noon. "two knots," he said at six bells and still it grew and the arabs trotted nearer. by five o'clock the merry men of the bad ship desperate lark could make out twelve long old-fashioned guns on low wheeled carts dragged by horses and what looked like lighter guns carried on camels. the wind was blowing a little stronger now. "shall we hoist sail, sir?" said bill.

"not yet," said shard.

by six o'clock the arabs were just outside the range of cannon and there they halted. then followed an anxious hour or so, but the arabs came no nearer. they evidently meant to wait till dark to bring their guns up. probably they intended to dig a gun epaulment from which they could safely pound away at the ship.

"we could do three knots," said shard half to himself as he was walking up and down his quarter-deck with very fast short paces. and then the sun set and they heard the arabs praying and shard's merry men cursed at the top of their voices to show that they were as good men as they.

the arabs had come no nearer, waiting for night. they did not know how shard was longing for it too, he was gritting his teeth and sighing for it, he even would have prayed, but that he feared that it might remind heaven of him and his merry men.

night came and the stars. "hoist sail," said shard. the men sprang to their places, they had had enough of that silent lonely spot. they took the oxen on board and let the great sails down, and like a lover coming from over sea, long dreamed of, long expected, like a lost friend seen again after many years, the north wind came into the pirates' sails. and before shard could stop it a ringing english cheer went away to the wondering arabs.

they started off at three knots and soon they might have done four but shard would not risk it at night. all night the wind held good, and doing three knots from ten to four they were far out of sight of the arabs when daylight came. and then shard hoisted more sail and they did four knots and by eight bells they were doing four and a half. the spirits of those volatile men rose high, and discipline became perfect. so long as there was wind in the sails and water in the tanks captain shard felt safe at least from mutiny. great men can only be overthrown while their fortunes are at their lowest. having failed to depose shard when his plans were open to criticism and he himself scarce knew what to do next it was hardly likely they could do it now; and whatever we think of his past and his way of living we cannot deny that shard was among the great men of the world.

of defeat by the arabs he did not feel so sure. it was useless to try to cover his tracks even if he had had time, the arab cavalry could have picked them up anywhere. and he was afraid of their camels with those light guns on board, he had heard they could do seven knots and keep it up most of the day and if as much as one shot struck the mainmast... and shard taking his mind off useless fears worked out on his chart when the arabs were likely to overtake them. he told his men that the wind would hold good for a week, and, gipsy or no, he certainly knew as much about the wind as is good for a sailor to know.

alone in his chart-room he worked it out like this, mark two hours to the good for surprise and finding the tracks and delay in starting, say three hours if the guns were mounted in their epaulments, then the arabs should start at seven. supposing the camels go twelve hours a day at seven knots they would do eighty-four knots a day, while shard doing three knots from ten to four, and four knots the rest of the time, was doing ninety and actually gaining. but when it came to it he wouldn't risk more than two knots at night while the enemy were out of sight, for he rightly regarded anything more than that as dangerous when sailing on land at night, so he too did eighty-four knots a day. it was a pretty race. i have not troubled to see if shard added up his figures wrongly or if he under-rated the pace of camels, but whatever it was the arabs gained slightly, for on the fourth day spanish jack, five knots astern on what they called the cutter, sighted the camels a very long way off and signalled the fact to shard. they had left their cavalry behind as shard supposed they would. the wind held good, they had still two oxen left and could always eat their "cutter", and they had a fair, though not ample, supply of water, but the appearance of the arabs was a blow to shard for it showed him that there was no getting away from them, and of all things he dreaded guns. he made light of it to the men: said they would sink the lot before they had been in action half an hour: yet he feared that once the guns came up it was only a question of time before his rigging was cut or his steering gear disabled.

one point the desperate lark scored over the arabs and a very good one too, darkness fell just before they could have sighted her and now shard used the lantern ahead as he dared not do on the first night when the arabs were close, and with the help of it managed to do three knots. the arabs encamped in the evening and the desperate lark gained twenty knots. but the next evening they appeared again and this time they saw the sails of the desperate lark.

on the sixth day they were close. on the seventh they were closer. and then, a line of verdure across their bows, shard saw the niger river.

whether he knew that for a thousand miles it rolled its course through forest, whether he even knew that it was there at all; what his plans were, or whether he lived from day to day like a man whose days are numbered he never told his men. nor can i get an indication on this point from the talk that i hear from sailors in their cups in a certain tavern i know of. his face was expressionless, his mouth shut, and he held his ship to her course. that evening they were up to the edge of the tree trunks and the arabs camped and waited ten knots astern and the wind had sunk a little.

there shard anchored a little before sunset and landed at once. at first he explored the forest a little on foot. then he sent for spanish dick. they had slung the cutter on board some days ago when they found she could not keep up. shard could not ride but he sent for spanish dick and told him he must take him as a passenger. so spanish dick slung him in front of the saddle "before the mast" as shard called it, for they still carried a mast on the front of the saddle, and away they galloped together. "rough weather," said shard, but he surveyed the forest as he went and the long and short of it was he found a place where the forest was less than half a mile thick and the desperate lark might get through: but twenty trees must be cut. shard marked the trees himself, sent spanish dick right back to watch the arabs and turned the whole of his crew on to those twenty trees. it was a frightful risk, the desperate lark was empty, with an enemy no more than ten knots astern, but it was a moment for bold measures and shard took the chance of being left without his ship in the heart of africa in the hope of being repaid by escaping altogether.

the men worked all night on those twenty trees, those that had no axes bored with bradawls and blasted, and then relieved those that had.

shard was indefatigable, he went from tree to tree showing exactly what way every one was to fall, and what was to be done with them when they were down. some had to be cut down because their branches would get in the way of the masts, others because their trunks would be in the way of the wheels; in the case of the last the stumps had to be made smooth and low with saws and perhaps a bit of the trunk sawn off and rolled away. this was the hardest work they had. and they were all large trees, on the other hand had they been small there would have been many more of them and they could not have sailed in and out, sometimes for hundreds of yards, without cutting any at all: and all this shard calculated on doing if only there was time.

the light before dawn came and it looked as if they would never do it at all. and then dawn came and it was all done but one tree, the hard part of the work had all been done in the night and a sort of final rush cleared everything up except that one huge tree. and then the cutter signalled the arabs were moving. at dawn they had prayed, and now they had struck their camp. shard at once ordered all his men to the ship except ten whom he left at the tree, they had some way to go and the arabs had been moving some ten minutes before they got there. shard took in the cutter which wasted five minutes, hoisted sail short-handed and that took five minutes more, and slowly got under way.

the wind was dropping still and by the time the desperate lark had come to the edge of that part of the forest through which shard had laid his course the arabs were no more than five knots away. he had sailed east half a mile, which he ought to have done overnight so as to be ready, but he could not spare time or thought or men away from those twenty trees. then shard turned into the forest and the arabs were dead astern. they hurried when they saw the desperate lark enter the forest.

"doing ten knots," said shard as he watched them from the deck. the desperate lark was doing no more than a knot and a half for the wind was weak under the lee of the trees. yet all went well for a while. the big tree had just come down some way ahead, and the ten men were sawing bits off the trunk.

and then shard saw a branch that he had not marked on the chart, it would just catch the top of the mainmast. he anchored at once and sent a hand aloft who sawed it half way through and did the rest with a pistol, and now the arabs were only three knots astern. for a quarter of a mile shard steered them through the forest till they came to the ten men and that bad big tree, another foot had yet to come off one corner of the stump for the wheels had to pass over it. shard turned all hands on to the stump and it was then that the arabs came within shot. but they had to unpack their gun. and before they had it mounted shard was away. if they had charged things might have been different. when they saw the desperate lark under way again the arabs came on to within three hundred yards and there they mounted two guns. shard watched them along his stern gun but would not fire. they were six hundred yards away before the arabs could fire and then they fired too soon and both guns missed. and shard and his merry men saw clear water only ten fathoms ahead. then shard loaded his stern gun with canister instead of shot and at the same moment the arabs charged on their camels; they came galloping down through the forest waving long lances. shard left the steering to smerdrak and stood by the stern gun, the arabs were within fifty yards and still shard did not fire; he had most of his men in the stern with muskets beside him. those lances carried on camels were altogether different from swords in the hands of horsemen, they could reach the men on deck. the men could see the horrible barbs on the lanceheads, they were almost at their faces when shard fired, and at the same moment the desperate lark with her dry and suncracked keel in air on the high bank of the niger fell forward like a diver. the gun went off through the tree-tops, a wave came over the bows and swept the stern, the desperate lark wriggled and righted herself, she was back in her element.

the merry men looked at the wet decks and at their dripping clothes. "water," they said almost wonderingly.

the arabs followed a little way through the forest but when they saw that they had to face a broadside instead of one stern gun and perceived that a ship afloat is less vulnerable to cavalry even than when on shore, they abandoned ideas of revenge, and comforted themselves with a text out of their sacred book which tells how in other days and other places our enemies shall suffer even as we desire.

for a thousand miles with the flow of the niger and the help of occasional winds, the desperate lark moved seawards. at first he sweeps east a little and then southwards, till you come to akassa and the open sea.

i will not tell you how they caught fish and ducks, raided a village here and there and at last came to akassa, for i have said much already of captain shard. imagine them drawing nearer and nearer the sea, bad men all, and yet with a feeling for something where we feel for our king, our country or our home, a feeling for something that burned in them not less ardently than our feelings in us, and that something the sea. imagine them nearing it till sea birds appeared and they fancied they felt sea breezes and all sang songs again that they had not sung for weeks. imagine them heaving at last on the salt atlantic again.

i have said much already of captain shard and i fear lest i shall weary you, o my reader, if i tell you any more of so bad a man. i too at the top of a tower all alone am weary.

and yet it is right that such a tale should be told. a journey almost due south from near algiers to akassa in a ship that we should call no more than a yacht. let it be a stimulus to younger men.