Hunting the Skipper Part 85

"Yes, sir; lots," replied the big sailor, with a chuckle of satisfaction.

"What's that?" cried the lieutenant, in anxious tones.

"Beg pardon, sir," growled the sailor hastily. "I didn't mean us."

"Silence, sir!" cried the lieutenant sternly.

The next minute, in the midst of that which the officer had commanded, they heard him giving orders to the black.

"You'll hear of this again, Mr Tom May," said Murray.

"Yes, sir, I s'pose so," said the big sailor grumpily. "That's just like me. It's just as an old mate of mine once said. 'You've got a horkerd sort o' mouth, Tommy, you have,' he says. 'You never opens it but you puts your foot in it.'"

"Hist! What does that mean, Tom?" whispered the middy.

"Means it's so plaguey dark that you can't see what's going on."

"Yes, but you can listen, sir."

"Oh, Mr Murray, sir, don't you come down upon me too. Just then it was Mister Tom May; and now it's _sir_. I didn't mean no harm, sir. It cheers a man up, to try and think a bit cheery, 'specially when you're expecting a bullet every minute to come in for'ard and pa.s.s out astarn."

"Don't talk, man," whispered Murray. "Can't you hear the enemy?"

"Yes, sir: that's them, sir, creeping up towards us through the bushes."

The man spoke with his lips close to the middy's ear.

The silence seemed to be terrible, and to Murray the feeling was that he could not breathe.

"Won't you give us the order to let 'em have it again, sir, without waiting till the first luff comes back?" whispered the sailor.

"Isn't he there, Tom?"

"No, sir, he's gone off with them poor shivering n.i.g.g.e.rs, sir, to try a bit o' manoeuvring o' some kind; but he won't do no good, sir. They arn't got a bit o' fight in 'em. But what can you expect of a poor beggar as lives on yam and a chew o' sugar-cane? It don't give a man pluck, sir. If I had 'em fed up a bit on salt horse and weevly biscuit I'd make 'em something like in a few weeks. There, sir; hear that?"

"Yes," whispered Murray. "Ah, they're getting ready to fire. Make ready. Each man aim at where he thinks they're coming on. Fire!"

A capital volley was the result, followed by the rush of feet of those who had been creeping up through the trees; and then above the crackling and breaking of leaf and twig, arose a furious yell and the groaning of human beings in intense pain.

"How horrible it sounds!" said Murray, as the thudding of ramrods arose.

"Does it, sir?" grunted Tom May. "Oh, I dunno, sir. Sounds to me black. Dessay it would ha' seemed to me horrid if it had been white.

There, sir; Mr Anderson don't seem to think bad on it," growled the man.

For at that moment the chief officer hurried up to where they stood, uttering a few quick enquiries and listening to the results.

"No one hurt then?" he said, with a sigh of satisfaction. "That's good, Mr Murray. Oh, by the way, Thomas May, I shall want a word or two with you when this business is over. Mr Murray, you will bring up the rear.

Keep together, and follow me as silently as you can. Mr Murray, the blacks are well together now, following the planter's man, and we have to follow him, for I have to depend upon him to lead us back. I need not say that you must keep your ears well open, for in spite of the checks we have given them the enemy may come on again."

"The first luff don't seem to think it's very horrible, Mr Murray, sir," whispered the big sailor, as he trudged as silently as he could beside his companion of the rear-guard.

"No, Tom," replied the middy; "but this fighting in the dark is very horrible all the same."

"Well, I dunno, sir. 'Tarn't nice, of course; but 'tarn't our fault, and wherever we've left one o' them black or white slaver chaps a bit sore on the nat'ral deck yonder you may say as he desarves all he's got."

Murray made no reply, for he had stopped short for a few moments to listen; and finding this, the big sailor followed his example.

"Hear 'em coming, sir?"

"No, Tom; I thought I did, but all seems quite still again. Here, I wish you'd listen. I don't know how it is, but you seem to hear much more plainly than I can."

Tom chuckled.

"Well, what is there to laugh at in what I said?"

"Oh, I dunno, sir, on'y it sounded rum to me."

"What did, sir?"

"You saying you couldn't hear so plain as I can."

"Well, what is there rum, as you call it, in that?"

"Nowt, sir, only the reason why. I can hear sharp as sharp, sir, because I was always getting my ears boxed when I was a boy. I was sent to what they call a Dame school, and I s'pose I was a very tiresome boy, for she used to box my ears--both on 'em--with the book. Then when I got bigger and I was at the school where there was a master he used to give it my ears precious hot, I can tell you, sir; but it made 'em as sharp as sharp, and I used to be so quick with 'em that I could hear his hands coming when he was going to hit me; and then he used to miss, and instead of hitting 'em he used to warm my ears with words."

"Then you can't hear the enemy following us, Tom?" whispered the middy.

The man stopped short and dropped upon one knee to listen.

"N-n-n-Yes, I can, sir," whispered the man quickly. "Come on, sir; the sailors, they're not far behind. Gently; I don't think they can hear us then. Let's get up to the first luff and see what he says about giving them another shot or two."

"Yes, press on. We've let them get too far ahead," said Murray hastily.

"We ought to have kept close up."

"Would ha' been better for some things, sir; but you can't keep close up when you're in the rear and hear the enemy too. Wish the first luff would let us have that n.i.g.g.e.r chap with us. He can feel his way in the dark when it's black as black."

"But he can't be spared. Can you tell how near the enemy are?"

"No, sir. Can't hear 'em now. Let's ketch up to our chaps, and then as soon as we're within touch with 'em we'll stop again and listen."

"Halt there, or we fire!" said a voice sharply, out of the black darkness in front.

"Hush! The enemy are close at hand," whispered Murray, in a low suppressed voice.

"Who's yon?" whispered another voice. "Look out, sir."

"Here, Tom, what does this mean?" said Murray excitedly.

"Means it ought to be my messmate, Billy t.i.tely sir, only he's got winged, sir, and gone right on ahead."