music in the moonlight

several days passed and from the standpoint of the schooner the voyage was successful. the wind continued fresh and strong, and it came out of the right quarter. the days were clear, the sea was a dazzling color, shifting as the sky over it shifted. the slaver was in high good humor. his crew seemed to be under perfect control and went about their work mostly in silence. they rarely sang, as sailors sing, but robert, watching them on spar or mast, although he knew little about ships, knew that they were good sailors. he realized, too, that the crew was very large for a vessel of its size, and he believed that he understood the reason.

as for himself, he felt a vast loneliness. it was incredible, but he was there on the schooner far from all he had known. the forest, in which he had lived and the war that had concerned the whole world had sunk out of sight beyond the horizon. and on the schooner he had made no acquaintance save the slaver. he knew that the mate was called carlos, but he had not yet spoken to him. he tried his best to be cheerful, but there were times when despair assailed him in spite of all his courage and natural buoyancy.

"better reconsider," said the slaver one day, catching the look upon his face. "as i've told you, peter, the life on the plantations is hard and they don't last long, no[pg 86] matter how strong they are. there's peril in the life i lead, i'll admit, but at least there's freedom also. sport's to be found among the islands, and along the spanish main."

"i couldn't think of it," said robert.

"well, it's the second time i've made you the offer, and the last. i perceive you're bent on a life in the sugar cane, and you'll have your wish."

robert, seeing no chance of escape from the ship now, began to hope for rescue from without. it was a time of war and all vessels were more than commonly wary, but one might come at last, and, in some way he would give a signal for help. how he did not know, but the character of the schooner was more than doubtful, and he might be able, in some way, yet unsuggested, to say so to any new ship that came.

but the surface of the sea, so far as their own particular circle of it was concerned, was untroubled by any keel save their own. it was as lone and desolate as if they were the first vessel to come there. they fell into a calm and the schooner rocked in low swells but made no progress. the sun shone down, brassy and hot, and robert, standing upon the deck, looked at the sails flapping idly above. although it carried him farther and farther away from all for which he cared, he wished that the wind would rise. nothing was more tedious than to hang there upon the surface of the languid ocean. the slaver read his face.

"you want us to go on," he said, "and so do i. for once we are in agreement. i'd like to make a port that i know of much sooner than i shall. the war has brought privateersmen into these seas, and there are other craft that any ship can give a wide berth."

"if the privateer should be british, or out of one of our[pg 87] american ports why should you fear her?" asked robert.

"i'm answering no such questions except to say that in some parts of the world you're safer alone, and this is one of the parts."

the dead calm lasted two days and two nights, and it was like forever to robert. when the breeze came at last, and the sails began to fill, new life flowed into his own veins, and hope came back. better any kind of action than none at all, and he drew long breaths of relief when the schooner once more left her trailing wake in the blue sea. the wind blew straight and strong for a day and night, then shifted and a long period of tacking followed. it was very wearisome, but robert, clinging to his resolution, made the best of it. he even joined in some of the labor, helping to polish the metal work, especially the eighteen-pounder in the stern, a fine bronze gun. the men tolerated him, but when he tried to talk with them he found that most of them had little or no english, and he made scant progress with them in that particular. the big first mate, carlos, rebuffed him repeatedly, but he persisted, and in time the rebuffs became less brusque. he also noticed a certain softening of the sailors toward him. his own charm of manner was so great that it was hard to resist it when it was continuously exerted, and sailors, like other men, appreciate help when it is given to them continuously. the number of frowns for him decreased visibly.

he still ate at the captain's table, why he knew not, but the man seemed to fancy his company; perhaps there was no other on the schooner who was on a similar intellectual level, and he made the most of the opportunity to talk.

"peter," he said, "you seem to have ingratiated your[pg 88]self to a certain extent with my crew. i'm bound to admit that you're a personable young rascal, with the best manners i've met in a long time, but i warn you that you can't go far. you'll never win 'em over to your side, and be able to lead a mutiny which will dethrone me, and put you in command."

"i've no such plan in my mind," said robert laughing. "i don't know enough about sailing to take command of the ship, and i'd have to leave everything to carlos, whom i'd trust, on the whole, less than i do you."

"you're justified in that. carlos is a spaniard out of malaga, where he was too handy with the knife, just as he has been elsewhere. whatever i am, you're safer with me than you would be with carlos, although he's a fine sailor and loyal to me."

"how long will it be before we make any of the islands?"

"it's all with the wind, but in any event it will be quite a while yet. it's a long run from new york down to the west indies. moreover, we may be blown out of our course at any time."

"are we in the stormy latitudes?"

"we are. hurricanes appear here with great suddenness. you noticed how hot it was to-day. we're to have another calm, and the still, intense heat is a great breeder of storms. i think one will come soon, but don't put any faith in its helping you, peter. to be saved that way once is all the luck you can expect. if we were wrecked here you'd surely go down; it's too far from land."

"i'm not expecting another wreck, nor am i hoping for it," said robert. "i'm thinking the land will be better for me. i'll make good my escape there. i've been uncommonly favored in that way. once i escaped from[pg 89] you and twice from the french and indians, so i think my future will hold good."

"maybe it will, peter. as resolute an optimist as you ought to succeed. if you escape after i deliver you to the plantation 'twill be no concern to me at all. on the whole i'm inclined to hope you will, for i'm rather beginning to like you, spite of all the trouble you've caused me and that time you beat me with the swords before my own men."

robert's heart leaped up. could the man be induced to relent in his plan, whatever it was? but his hope fell the next moment, when the slaver said:

"though i tell you, peter, i'm going to stick to my task. you'll be handed over to the plantation, whatever comes. after that, it's for others to watch you, and i rather hope you'll get the better of 'em."

the storm predicted by the slaver arrived within six hours, and it was a fearful thing. it came roaring down upon them, and the wind blew with such frightful violence that robert did not see how they could live through it, but live they did. both the captain and mate revealed great seamanship, and the schooner was handled so well and behaved so handsomely that she drove through it without losing a stick.

when the hurricane passed on the sea resumed its usual blue color, and, the dead, heavy heat gone, the air was keen and fresh. robert, although he did not suffer from seasickness, had been made dizzy by the storm, and he felt intense relief when it was over.

"you'll observe, peter," said the slaver, "that we're coming into regions of violence both on land and sea. you've heard many a tale of the west indies. well, they're all true, whatever they are, earthquakes, hurricanes, smugglers, pirates, wild englishmen, frenchmen,[pg 90] americans, spaniards, portuguese, deeds by night that the day won't own, and the prize for the strongest. it's a great life, peter, for those that can live it."

the close-set eyes flashed, and the nostrils dilated. despite the apparent liking that the slaver had shown for him, robert never doubted his character. here was a man to whom the violent contrasts and violent life of the west indian seas appealed. he wondered what was the present mission of the schooner, and he thought of the bronze eighteen-pounder, and of the dirks and pistols in the belts of the crew.

"i prefer the north," he said. "it's cooler there and people are more nearly even, in temper and life."

"your life there has been in peril many times from the indians."

"that's true, but i understand the indians. those who are my friends are my friends, and those who are my enemies are my enemies. i take it that in the west indies you never know what change is coming."

"correct, peter, but it's all a matter of temperament. you like what you like, because you're made that way, and you can't alter it, but the west indies have seen rare deeds. did you ever hear of morgan, the great buccaneer?"

"who hasn't?"

"there was a man for you! no law but his own! willing to sack the biggest and strongest cities on the spanish main and did it, too! ah, peter, 'twould have been a fine thing to have lived in his day and to have done what he did."

"i shouldn't care to be a pirate, no matter how powerful, and no matter how great the reward."

"again it's just a matter of temperament. i'm not trying to change you, and you couldn't change me."[pg 91]

came another calm, longer than the first. they hung about for days and nights on a hot sea, and captain and crew alike showed anxiety and impatience. the captain was continually watching the horizon with his glasses, and he talked to robert less than usual. it was obvious that he felt anxiety.

the calm was broken just before nightfall. dark had come with the suddenness of the tropic seas. there was a puff of wind, followed by a steady breeze, and the schooner once more sped southward. robert, anxious to breathe the invigorating air, came upon deck, and standing near the mainmast watched the sea rushing by. the captain paused near him and said to robert in a satisfied tone:

"it won't be long now, peter, until we're among the islands, and it may be, too, that we'll see another ship before long. we've been on a lone sea all the way down, but you'll find craft among the islands."

"it might be a hostile vessel, a privateer," said robert.

"it's not privateers of which i'm thinking."

the light was dim, but robert plainly saw the questing look in his eyes, the look of a hunter, and he drew back a pace. this man was no mere smuggler. he would not content himself with such a trade. but he said in his best manner:

"i should think, captain, it was a time to avoid company, and that you would be better pleased with a lone sea."

"one never knows what is coming in these waters," said the slaver. "it may be that we shall have to run away, and i must not be caught off my guard."

but the look in the man's eyes did not seem to robert to be that of one who wished to run away. it was far more the look of the hunter, and when the hulking mate,[pg 92] carlos, passed near him his face bore a kindred expression. the sailors, too, were eager, attentive, watching the horizon, as if they expected something to appear there.

no attention was paid to robert, and he remained on the deck, feeling a strong premonition that they were at the edge of a striking event, one that had a great bearing upon his own fate, no matter what its character might be.

the wind rose again, but it did not become a gale. it was merely what a swift vessel would wish, to show her utmost grace and best speed. the moon came out and made a silver sea. the long white wake showed clearly across the waters. the captain never left the deck, but continued to examine the horizon with his powerful glasses.

robert, quick to deduce, believed that they were in some part of the sea frequented by ships in ordinary times and that the captain must be reckoning on the probability of seeing a vessel in the course of the night. his whole manner showed it, and the lad's own interest became so great that he lost all thought of going down to his cabin. unless force intervened he would stay there and see what was going to happen, because he felt in every fiber that something would surely occur.

an hour, two hours passed. the schooner went swiftly on toward the south, the wind singing merrily through the ropes and among the sails. the captain walked back and forth in a narrow space, circling the entire horizon with his glasses at intervals seldom more than five minutes apart. it was about ten o'clock at night when he made a sharp, decisive movement, and a look of satisfaction came over his face. he had been gazing into the west and the lad felt sure that he had seen there that[pg 93] for which he was seeking, but his own eyes, without artificial help, were not yet able to tell him what it was.

the captain called the mate, speaking to him briefly and rapidly, and the sullen face of the spaniard became alive. an order to the steersman and the course of the schooner was shifted more toward the west. it was evident to robert that they were not running away from whatever it was out there. the slaver for the first time in a long while took notice of robert.

"there's another craft in the west, peter," he said, "and we must have a look at her. curiosity is a good thing at sea, whatever it may be on shore. when you know what is near you you may be able to protect yourself from danger."

his cynical, indifferent air had disappeared. he was gay, anticipatory, as if he were going to something that he liked very much. the close-set eyes were full of light, and the thin lips curved into a smile.

"you don't seem to expect danger," said robert. "it appears to me that you're thinking of just the opposite."

"it's because i've so much confidence in the schooner. if it's a wicked ship over there we'll just show her the fastest pair of heels in the west indies."

he did not speak again for a full quarter of an hour, but he used the glasses often, always looking at the same spot on the western horizon. robert was at last able to see a black dot there with his unassisted eyes, and he knew that it must be a ship.

"she's going almost due south," said the captain, "and in two hours we should overhaul her."

"why do you wish to overhaul her?" asked robert.

"she may be a privateer, a frenchman, or even a pirate, and if so we must give the alarm to other peaceful craft like ourselves in these waters."[pg 94]

he raised the glasses again and did not take them down for a full five minutes. meantime the strange ship came nearer. it was evident to robert that the two vessels were going down the sides of a triangle, and if each continued on its course they would meet at the point.

the night was steadily growing brighter. the moon was at its fullest, and troops of new stars were coming out. robert saw almost as well as by day. he was soon able to distinguish the masts and sails of the stranger, and to turn what had been a black blur into the shape and parts of a ship. he was able, too, to tell that the stranger was keeping steadily on her course, but the schooner, obeying her tiller, was drawing toward her more and more.

"they don't appear to be interested in us," he said to the captain.

"no," replied the man, "but they should be. they show a lack of that curiosity which i told you is necessary at sea, and it is my duty to overtake them and tell them so. we must not have any incautious ships sailing in these strange waters."

ten minutes later he called the mate and gave a command. cutlasses and muskets with powder and ball were put at convenient points. every man carried at least one pistol and a dirk in his belt. the captain himself took two pistols and a cutlass.

"merely a wise precaution, peter," he said, "in case our peaceful neighbor, to whom we wish to give a useful warning, should turn out to be a pirate."

robert in the moonlight saw his eyes gleam and his lips curve once more into a smile. he had seen enough of men in crucial moments to know that the slaver was happy, that he was rejoicing in some great triumph that he expected to achieve. in spite of himself he shivered[pg 95] and looked at the stranger. the tracery of masts and spars was growing clearer and the dim figures of men were visible on her decks.

"oh, we'll meet later," said the captain exultantly. "don't deceive yourself about that. there is a swift wind behind us and the speed of both ships is increasing."

robert looked over the side. the sea was running in white caps and above his head the wind was whistling. the schooner rolled and his footing grew unsteady, but it was only a fine breeze to the sailors, just what they loved. suddenly the captain burst into a great laugh.

"the fools! the fools!" he exclaimed. "as i live, they're pleasuring here in the most dangerous seas in the world! music in the moonlight!"

"what do you mean?" asked robert, astonished.

"just what i say! a madness hath o'ercome 'em! take a look through the glasses, peter, and see a noble sight, but a strange one at such a time."

he clapped the glasses to robert's eyes. the other ship, suddenly came near to them, and grew fourfold in size. every detail of her stood out sharp and vivid in the moonlight, a stout craft with all sails set to catch the good wind, a fine merchantman by every token, nearing the end of a profitable voyage. discipline was not to say somewhat relaxed, but at least kindly, the visible evidence of it an old sailor sitting with his back against the mast playing vigorously upon a violin, while a dozen other men stood around listening.

"look at 'em, peter. look at 'em," laughed the captain. "it's a most noble sight! watch the old fellow playing the fiddle, and i'll lay my eyes that in a half minute or so you'll have some of the sailormen dancing."

robert shuddered again. the glee in the slaver's voice[pg 96] was wicked. the cynical jesting tone was gone and in its place was only unholy malice. but robert was held by the scene upon the deck of the stranger.

"yes, two of the sailors have begun to dance," he said. "they're young men and clasping each other about the shoulders, they're doing a hornpipe. i can see the others clapping their hands and the old fellow plays harder than ever."

"ah, idyllic! most idyllic, i vow!" exclaimed the captain. "who would have thought, peter, to have beheld such a sight in these seas! 'tis a childhood dream come back again! 'tis like the lads and maids sporting on the village green! ah, the lambs! the innocents! there is no war for them. it does my soul good, peter, to behold once more such innocent trust in human nature."

the shudder, more violent than ever, swept over robert again. he felt that he was in the presence of something unclean, something that exhaled the foul odor of the pit. the man had become wholly evil, and he shrank away.

"steady, peter," said the slaver. "why shouldn't you rejoice with the happy lads on yon ship? think of your pleasant fortune to witness such a play in the west indian seas, the merry sailormen dancing to the music in the moonlight, the ship sailing on without care, and we in our schooner bearing down on 'em to secure our rightful share in the festival. ah, peter, we must go on board, you and i and carlos and more stout fellows and sing and dance with 'em!"

robert drew back again. it may have been partly the effect of the moonlight, and partly the mirror of his own mind through which he looked, but the captain's face had become wholly that of a demon. the close-set eyes seemed to draw closer together than[pg 97] ever, and they were flashing. his hand, sinewy and strong, settled upon the butt of a pistol in his belt, but, in a moment, he raised it again and took the glasses from robert. after a long look he exclaimed:

"they dream on! they fiddle and dance with their whole souls, peter, my lad, and such trusting natures shall be rewarded!"

robert could see very well now without the aid of the glasses. the sailor who sat on a coil of rope with his back against a mast, playing the violin, was an old man, his head bare, his long white hair flying. it was yet too far away for his face to be disclosed, but robert knew that his expression must be rapt, because his attitude showed that his soul was in his music. the two young sailors, with their arms about the shoulders of each other, were still dancing, and two more had joined them.

the crowd of spectators had thickened. evidently it was a ship with a numerous crew, perhaps a rich merchantman out of bristol or boston. no flag was flying over her. that, however, was not unusual in those seas, and in times of war when a man waited to see the colors of his neighbor before showing his own. but robert was surprised at the laxity of discipline on the stranger. they should be up and watching, inquiring into the nature of the schooner that was drawing so near.

"and now, peter," said the captain, more exultant than ever, "you shall see an unveiling! it is not often given to a lad like you, a landsman, to behold such a dramatic act at sea, a scene so powerful and complete that it might have been devised by one of the great elizabethans! ho, carlos, make ready!"

he gave swift commands and the mate repeated them as swiftly to the men. the two ships were rapidly drawing nearer, but to robert's amazement the festival upon[pg 98] the deck of the stranger did not cease. above the creaking of the spars the wailing strains of the violin came to him across the waters. if they were conscious there of the presence of the schooner they cared little about it. for the moment it occurred to robert that it must be the flying dutchman, or some other old phantom ship out of the dim and legendary past.

"and now, carlos!" exclaimed the captain in a full, triumphant voice, "we'll wake 'em up! break out the flag and show 'em what we are!"

a coiled piece of cloth, dark and menacing, ran up the mainmast of the schooner, reached the top, and then burst out, streaming at full length in the strong wind, dark as death and heavy with threat. robert looked up and shuddered violently. over the schooner floated the black flag, exultant and merciless.

the tarpaulin was lifted and the long bronze gun in the stern was uncovered. beside her stood the gunners, ready for action. the boatswain's whistle blew and the dark crew stood forth, armed to the teeth, eager for action, and spoil. carlos, a heavy cutlass in hand, awaited his master's orders. the captain laughed aloud.

"so you see, peter, what we are!" he exclaimed. "and it's not too late for you to seize a cutlass and have your share. now, my lads, we'll board her and take her in the good old way."

the mate shouted to the steersman, and the schooner yawed. robert, filled with horror, scarcely knew what he was doing; in truth, he had no conscious will to do anything, and so he ended by doing nothing. but he heard the fierce low words of the pirates, and he saw them leaning forward, as if making ready to leap on the deck of the stranger and cut down every one of her crew.[pg 99]

then he looked at the other ship. the old man who had been playing the violin suddenly dropped it and snatched up a musket from behind the coil of rope on which he had been sitting. the dancers ceased to dance, sprang away, and returned in an instant with muskets also. heavy pistols leaped from the shirts and blouses of the spectators, and up from the inside of the ship poured a swarm of men armed to the teeth. a piece of cloth swiftly climbed the mainmast of the stranger also, reached the top, broke out there triumphantly, and the flag of england, over against the black flag, blew out steady and true in the strong breeze.

"god! a sloop of war!" exclaimed the captain. "about, carlos! put her about!"

but the sloop yawed quickly, her portholes opened, bronze muzzles appeared, tampions fell away, and a tremendous voice shouted:

"fire!"

robert saw a sheet of flame spring from the side of the sloop, there was a terrific crash, a dizzying column of smoke and the schooner seemed fairly to leap from the water, as the broadside swept her decks and tore her timbers. the surly mate was cut squarely in two by a round shot, men screaming in rage and pain went down and the captain staggered, but recovered himself. then he shouted to the steersman to put the schooner about and rushing among the sailors he ordered them to another task than that of boarding.

"it was a trick, and it trapped us most damnably!" he cried. "a fool i was! fools we must all have been to have been caught by it! they lured us on! but now, you rascals, to your work, and it's for your lives! we escape together or we hang together!"

the night had darkened much, clouds trailing before[pg 100] the moon and stars, but robert clearly saw the slaver's face. it was transformed by chagrin and wrath, though it expressed fierce energy, too. blood was running from his shoulder down his left arm, but drawing his sword he fairly herded the men to the sails; that is, to those that were left. the helmsman put the shattered schooner about and she drove rapidly on a new course. but the sloop of war, tacking, let go her other broadside.

robert anticipated the second discharge, and by impulse rather than reason threw himself flat upon the deck, where he heard the heavy shot whistling over his head and the cries of those who were struck down. spars and rigging, too, came clattering to the deck, but the masts stood and the schooner, though hit hard, still made way.

"steady! keep her steady, my boys!" shouted the captain. "we've still a clean pair of heels, and with a little luck we'll lose the sloop in the darkness!"

he was a superb seaman and the rising wind helped him. the wounded schooner had gained so much that the third broadside did but little damage and killed only one man. robert stood up again and looked back at the pursuing vessel, her decks covered with men in uniform, the gunners loading rapidly while over the sloop the flag of england that was then the flag of his own country too, streamed straight out in the wind, proud and defiant.

he felt a throb of intense, overwhelming pride. the black flag had been overmatched by the good flag. in the last resort, those who lived right had proved themselves more than equal to those who lived wrong. law and order were superior to piracy and chaos. forgetful of his own safety, he hoped that the sloop would overtake the schooner, and obeying his impulse he uttered a shout of triumph. the captain turned upon him fiercely.

"you cheer the wrong ship," he said. "if they over[pg 101]take us, you being with us, i'll swear that you were one of the hardiest men in my crew!"

robert laughed, he could not help it, though the act was more or less hysterical, and replied:

"i'll chance it! but, captain, didn't you have the surprise of your whole life, and you so cunning, too!"

the man raised his cutlass, but dropped it quickly.

"don't try me that way again," he said. "it was my impulse to cut you down, and the next time i'd do it. but you're right. it was a surprise, though we'll escape 'em yet, and we'll let 'em know we're not just a hunted rabbit, either!"

the long tom in the stern of the schooner opened fire. the first shot splashed to the right of the sloop, and the second to the left, but the third struck on board, and two men were seen to go down. the captain laughed.

"that's a taste of their own medicine," he said.

a big gun on the sloop thundered, and a round shot cut away one of the schooner's spars. another flashed and a load of grape hissed over the decks. two men were killed and three more wounded. the captain shouted in anger and made the others crack on all the sail they could. she was a staunch schooner, and though hurt grievously she still made speed. swifter than the sloop, despite her injuries, she gradually widened the gap between them, while the wind rose fast, and the trailing blackness spread over the sea.

although still close at hand, the outline of the pursuing sloop became dim. robert was no longer able to trace the human figures on her deck, but the banner of law and right flying from her topmast yet showed in the dusk. forgetful as before of his own danger, he began to have a fear that the pirate would escape. under his breath he entreated the avenging sloop to come[pg 102] on, to sail faster and faster, he begged her gunners to aim aright despite the darkness, to rake the decks of the schooner with grape and to send the heavy round shot into her vitals.

the sloop kept up a continuous fire with her bow guns. the heavy reports crashed through the darkness, the sounds rolling sullenly away, and not every shot went wild. there was a tearing of sails, a splintering of spars, a shattering of wood, and now and then the fall of a man. under the insistent and continuous urgence of the captain the men on the schooner replied with the long tom in her stern, and, when one of the shots swept the deck of the sloop, the fierce, dark sailors shouted in joy. robert saw with a sinking of the heart that the gap between the two vessels was still widening, while almost the last star was gone from the heavens, and it was now so dark that everything was hidden a few hundred yards away.

"we'll lose her! we'll lose her yet!" cried the captain. "winds and the night fight for us. see you, peter, we must be the chosen children of fortune, for this can hardly be chance!"

robert said nothing, because it seemed for the time at least that the captain's words were true. a sudden and tremendous gust of wind caught the schooner and drove her on, ragged and smashed though she was, at increased speed, while the same narrow belt of wind seemed to miss the sloop. the result was apparent at once. the gap between them became a gulf. the flag flying so proudly on the topmast of the sloop was gone in the dusk. her spars and sails faded away, she showed only a dim, low hulk on the water from which her guns flashed.[pg 103]

the schooner tacked again. a new bank of blackness poured down over the sea, and the sloop was gone.

"it was a trap and we sailed straight into it," exclaimed the captain, "but it couldn't hold us. we've escaped!"

he spoke the truth. they drove steadily on a long time, and saw no more of the sloop of war.[