Fitz the Filibuster Part 83

"You wish to go so soon?" he said. "Why, I have friends coming to whom I wish to introduce you as the brave young heroes who helped me to success."

"Oh, there's no need for that sir," said Fitz. "We don't want to be made a fuss over."

"But I take it that you would be willing to gratify your host," replied the Don loftily, "and it would please me much if you would stay."

"But we must get back on board, sir," said Fitz anxiously. Then noticing the air of displeasure in the President's countenance, the middy added hastily, "There, sir, we will come back at once."

They hurried down to the sh.o.r.e, where the schooner's gig was lying with her crew on board.

"Well, I don't understand whatever you want," said Poole, "unless you have suddenly found out that because ladies are coming you ought to put on a clean shirt."

"Get out!" cried Fitz; and then, a.s.suming command of the boat, to Poole's great amus.e.m.e.nt, though he said nothing, Fitz gave orders to the men to give way and row them out to the gunboat.

"Why, I thought you wanted to go to the _Teal_! Oh, I see. Well, it's very nice of you. You want us to go and take charge of the prize crew so as to let old Burgess go and have some tucker with the Don."

"Nothing of the kind," said Fitz shortly.

"What is it then?" said Poole. "What's the good of keeping things so close?"

"Wait and see. I don't know yet myself."

"Dear me!" said Poole. "I suppose his lordship has found out that he left his purse in the cabin."

"Wrong," said Fitz. "It was only an old leather one if he had, with nothing in it. Can't you wait a few minutes till I see if I am right?"

"Oh, yes, I'll wait; only too glad to get away while the other people come. I say, Fitz, old chap, let's be as long as we can. I do hate all that fuss. It makes me feel so weak."

"Yes; I don't like it. That's the worst of foreigners. They are so fond of show. I say, Poole, old chap, I've got such a grand idea."

"What is it?"

"Wait and see."

"Now, just you look here," said Poole; "you can't say but what I'm a good-tempered sort of fellow, but if there's much more of this you'll put me out. I'm not a little child, and you are not playing at bob-cherry, so leave off dangling nothing before my lips and then s.n.a.t.c.hing it away."

"Ah, you wait and see," said Fitz.

Just then, as Poole turned upon him irritably, the gig touched the gunboat's side, and the boys sprang on board, to be greeted by the mate and the members of the prize crew, who had moored her well under the guns of the little fort.

"Hullo, young fellows! I know what you want," cried the mate.

"Then you are cleverer than I am," said Poole, laughing, "for I don't."

"Then why have you come?"

"Ask Burnett here. He seems to be Grand Panjandrum now."

"You've come," said the mate, "by the President's orders, to bring me ash.o.r.e to drink wine and eat cake, or some nonsense of that kind, and you may go back and tell him I can't leave my post."

"Wrong," said Fitz; and he hurried away forward, to come into sight again waving his hand to Poole to join him.

"Whatever's the matter with the fellow?" said Poole to himself, as he followed the middy.

Fitz met him half-way, caught him by the collar, and with his face flushed and eyes flashing, whispered something in his ear.

"No!" cried Poole. "You don't mean it!"

"I do," said Fitz, and he whispered a few more words that made his companion stare.

"Shall we?" cried Fitz excitedly.

"Oh, I don't know," replied Poole. "It would make such a scare."

"I don't care," said Fitz. "It will make Don Ramon ready to jump out of his skin. I don't know what he won't say when he gets the news; and besides, I feel as if I had a right."

Meanwhile the people were beginning to arrive to crowd the _salle_ where the President and the skipper were ready to receive them, and the President had risen at once, and amidst a tremendous burst of applause, to begin a speech in which he intended to congratulate his hearers upon the end of the war and the commencement of what he hoped would be a long term of peace, when he and all present were startled by a terrific roar as of thunder close at hand, followed by what seemed like a minute's silence, when the echoes began to speak, carrying on the sound along the valley and up into the mountains, where it rolled and died out, rose again, and was eddied on and on, to finally fade away in a dull whisper.

For the time no one spoke, no one stirred, but stood as if turned to stone, as so many statues where but a few minutes before all was animation and suppressed excitement consequent upon what was looked upon as the successful determination of the revolution.

Upon every face horror was now depicted, cheeks were pale, eyes dilated and staring, and fear with all its horrors seemed to have enchained the crowded _salle_.

There was one pale face though that seemed to stand out the central figure of the gaily-dressed and uniformed crowd. It was that of the President, who slowly stretched out his hands on high, his fists clenching and his features convulsed. There was no horror there in his looks, but one great reflex of the despair within his heart.

"Oh," he groaned, "and at a time like this, when I have fought so hard, when I would have given up my very life for my unhappy country.

Gentlemen, we have a new enemy to contend with, and that is Fate. Am I to own that all is lost, or appeal to you, my faithful friends, to begin again to fight the deadly battle to the very last?"

"But what is it?" cried one of the officials.

"Yes," shouted another, "what does this mean?"

The President smiled bitterly, and stood for a few moments gazing back sadly at his questioners as the crowd began to sway to and fro, some of those present beginning to make for the door, but in an undecided way, and swaying back to press once more upon their leader, as if feeling that he was their only hope.

He seemed to read this in their faces, and suddenly the blood began to flush like a cloud across his pallid brow, nerving him as it were to action.

Throwing his right hand across his breast he sought for the hilt of his sword, which his left raised ready, and he s.n.a.t.c.hed the blade from its scabbard, whirled it on high, and then held it pointed towards the nearest open window, through which a thin dank odoured cloud of smoke was beginning to float, telling its own tale of what the explosion was.

For a few moments the President was silent, rigid and statuesque in his att.i.tude, while his eyes flashed defiance and determination.

"Gentlemen," he cried, "you ask me what this means," and he seemed to flash his glance around the room to take in everybody before letting his eyes rest at last upon the skipper. "It means that the scotched snake has raised its poisoned head once more, how I know not, nor yet what following he hab. But the enemy still lives, and we must fight again to the very death if needs be."

A murmur of excitement ran through the _salle_, and once more the weak amongst those a.s.sembled raised a murmur, and glances were directed towards the door, as if the next moment panic was about to set in and a rush was imminent. At that moment, as if in response to the President's appealing look, the big bronzed skipper, Poole's father, British to the backbone, took a step or two forward, and the President's face lit up with a smile as he uttered a loud "Hah!" full of the satisfaction he felt.

"Silence there," he shouted, directing his words at his wavering followers, whose spirits seemed to have been completely dashed.

"Silence, and let our brave captain speak."

"I have only this to say," cried the skipper. "Be calm, gentlemen, be calm. Are we who have carried all before us to be frightened by a noise? It is an explosion. Whatever has happened you must be cool, and act like the brave men you are. This is either some accident, or the cunning enemy has sent in some emissary to lay a train. It is all plain enough. Some of the powder collected in the magazine of the fort has gone. There was a great flash, I saw it myself, and it evidently came from there. Now, President, take the lead. Out with your swords, gentlemen. I don't believe you will need them. Some pounds of gunpowder have been destroyed. Had the enemy been there we should have heard their burst of cheering, and the noise of their coming on, for this place would have been the first they would have attacked."

The skipper's sensible words were greeted with a groan of despair, for at that moment that of which he had spoken came floating in turn through the open window.