Commodore Junk Part 47

"What of?"

"Some trouble arising. Mazzard does not like him."

"Ah! I never thought o' that neither," returned Bart, gloomily. "Black Mazzard's always grumbling about his being kept."

The buccaneer took a turn or two up and down the quarters he occupied in the vast range of buildings buried in the forest, a mile back from the head of the harbour where his schooner lay; and Bart watched him curiously till he stopped, with his face twitching, and the frown deepening upon his brow.

"He will not give his word of honour not to attempt to escape, Bart,"

said the captain, pausing at last before his follower.

"'Tar'n't likely," said Bart. "Who would? He'd get away if he could."

"The prisoners cannot escape through the forest; there is no way but the sea, and that must be properly watched. Due notice must be given to all that any attempt to escape will be followed by the punishment of death."

"I hear," said Bart. "Am I to tell the captain that?"

"No. He must know it; but I give him into your charge. You must watch over him, and protect him from himself and from anyone else."

"Black Mazzard!"

"From any one likely to do him harm," said the captain, sternly. "You understand?"

"Yes. I'm going," replied Bart, in a low growl, as he gazed in his leader's eyes; and then, with a curious, thoughtful look in his own, he went out of the captain's quarters and in the direction of the prison of the king's officer.

Bart had to go down the broad steps of an extensive, open amphitheatre, whose stones were dislodged by the redundant growth of the forest; and, after crossing the vast court-yard at the bottom, to mount the steps on the other side toward where, dominating a broad terrace overshadowed by trees, stood a small, square temple, over whose doorway was carved a huge, demoniacal head, defaced by the action of time, but with the features still clearly marked.

As Bart neared the building a figure appeared in the doorway for a moment, and then pa.s.sed out into the sunshine.

"Hullo, my lad!" it exclaimed. "You there?"

Bart nodded.

"Been putting in the last six barr'ls of the sloop's powder, and some of these days you'll see the sun'll set it all alight, and blow the whole place to smithereens! Where are ye going?"

"Yonder, to the prisoners."

"Poor divils!" said Dinny. "Hadn't ye better kill the lot and put 'em out of their misery? They must be tired of it, and so am I. Faix, and it's a dirthy life for a man to lead!"

"Don't let the skipper hear you say that, my lad," growled Bart, "or it may be awkward for you!"

"I'll let annybody hear me!" cried Dinny. "Sure, an' it's the life of a baste to lead, and a man like that Black Mazzard bullying and finding fault. I'd have sent one of the powdher-kegs at his head this morning for the binifit of everybody here, only I might have blown myself up as well."

"Has he been swearing at you again!"

"Swearing! Bedad, Bart, he said things to me this morning as scorched the leaves of the threes yonder. If you go and look you can see 'em all crickled up. He can swear!"

Bart slouched away.

"It's a divil of a place!" muttered Dinny; "and it would make a wondherful stone-quarry; but I'm getting sick of it, and feeling as if I should like to desart. Black Mazzard again!" he muttered, drawing in his breath sharply. "I wish his greatest inimy would break his neck!"

Dinny walked sharply away, for the lieutenant seemed to have been gathering authority since the taking of the sloop, and lost no opportunity of showing it to all the crew.

Meanwhile, Bart had continued his way between the two piles of ruins, his path leading from the dazzling glow of the tropic sunshine into the subdued green twilight of the forest.

Here, at the end of some fifty paces, he came to the external portion of the building which formed Captain Humphrey's prison, and entering by a fairly well-preserved doorway, he raised a curtain, half-way down a corridor, pa.s.sed through, and then came abreast of a recess, at the end of which was another broad hanging, which he drew aside, and entered the temple-chamber, where Humphrey lay sleeping on a couch.

As Bart approached he became aware of a faint rustling sound, as of someone retreating from the window among the trees, and starting forward, he looked out. But all was still; not a long rope-like liana quivering, no leaf crushed.

"Some monkey," muttered Bart, and turning back, he gazed down with a heavy frown at the frank, handsome face of the young officer, till he saw the features twitch, the eyes open and stare wonderingly into his; and once more the prisoner, roused by the presence of another gazing upon his sleeping face, suddenly sprang up.

"You here?"

"Yes, sir, I'm here," said Bart.

"What for? Why?"

"Nothing much, sir; only to tell you that you can go."

"Go?" cried the captain, excitedly.

"Yes, sir. Captain Junk's orders--where you like, so long as you don't try to escape."

"But I must escape!" cried Humphrey, angrily. "Tell the captain I will not give my parole."

"He don't want it, sir. You can go where you like, only if you try to escape you will be shot."

Humphrey Armstrong rose from where he had been lying, and made as if to go to the door, his face full of excitement, his eyes flashing, and his hands all of a tremble.

"Go!" he said, sharply. "Send that man who has acted as my servant."

"Servant!" muttered Bart, as he pa.s.sed the curtain; "and him a prisoner!

Dinny called hisself his turnkey, but said as there was no door to lock. Here! hoi! Dinny!"

"What do you want with him?" said a fierce voice; and he turned, to find the lieutenant coming out of one of the ruined buildings.

"Prisoner wants him," said Bart, st.u.r.dily. "Here, Dinny, Captain Armstrong wants you."

"Ay, ay," cried Dinny, who seemed to divine that Mazzard was about to stop him, and ran hastily on; while the lieutenant, who was half-drunk, stood muttering, and then walked slowly away.

"Not so well, sor!"

"Wine--water!" panted Humphrey, hoa.r.s.ely. "I tried to walk to the door and fell back here."

"Sure, an ye're out of practice, sir," said Dinny, hastening to hold a vessel of water to the prisoner's lips. "That's better. Ye've tuk no exercise since ye've been betther."

"Ah!" sighed Humphrey; "the deadly sickness has gone. This place is so lonely."

"Ay, 'tis, sor. One always feels like an outside c.o.c.k bird who wants a mate."