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Their reflections were similar, and similarly painful.
They might be too late! Ere they could arrive upon the scene, the stage might be deserted--the tragedy played out--the players gone!
It needed not these thoughts to stimulate them to increased speed: they were already riding as if life or death rested on the issue.
They had neared the flank of the Jumbe mountain, and were heading for the ridge that separated the estates of Montagu Castle and Mount Welcome.
At this point the road debouched from the forest, and the ridge came in sight. At the same instant, a cry escaped from the lips of Cubina, as with a quick wrench he drew his horse to a halt.
Herbert echoed the cry of his comrade--at the same time imitating his action.
Neither thought of questioning the other. Both had halted under the same impulse. The evil omen had been seen simultaneously by both.
Over the summit of the ridge a yellow light glared, halo-like, against the sky.
"Fire!" exclaimed Cubina. "Just over Mount Welcome! _Santa Madre_! the mansion is in flames!"
"Oh, heavens!" cried Herbert; "we shall be too late!"
Not another word pa.s.sed between the two hors.e.m.e.n. Stirred by the same instinct, they renewed their gallop; and silently, side by side, urged their horses up the hill.
In a few minutes they had attained the summit of the ridge, whence they could command a full view of the valley of Mount Welcome.
The mansion _was_ in flames.
There was no further utterance of surprise: that was past. It was scarce a conjecture which Cubina had p.r.o.nounced, on seeing that glare against the sky, but a conviction; and the crackling sounds which had a.s.sailed their ears, as they were riding upward to the crest of the ridge, had fully confirmed the event before their eyes looked on the fire itself.
There was no more a mansion of Mount Welcome. In its place a blazing pile--a broad sheet of flame, rising in gigantic jets to the sky, crowned with huge sparks and murky smoke, and accompanied by a continuous roaring and crackling of timbers, as if fiends were firing a _feu-de-joie_ in the celebration of some terrible holocaust.
"Too late!--too late!" muttered both the hors.e.m.e.n in the same breath; and then, with despair on their faces and black fear in their hearts, they once more gave rein to their steeds; and, riding recklessly down the slope, galloped on towards the conflagration.
In a few seconds' time they had crossed the inclosures, and halted in front of the blazing pile; as near to it as their frayed steeds would consent to carry them. Both at the same instant sprang from their saddles; and, with guns grasped and ready to defend themselves against whatever enemy, approached nearer and nearer to the building.
No one appeared in front of the house. They hurried round to the rear: no one was there. Equally deserted were the grounds and the garden.
Not a soul was to be seen anywhere--not a voice to be heard, except their own, as they called aloud; and this only feebly, through the hissing and roaring of the flames.
Back and forth rushed the two men in eager haste, going round and round the house, and exploring every spot that might be expected to conceal either friend or foe. But in spite of their most eager search, and the constant summons of their shouts, not a creature appeared, and no response reached them.
For a moment they paused to consider.
It was evident the conflagration had been going on for some time. The upper storey--which was but a framework of light timber--was now nearly consumed, and only the stonework below left standing. Over this the larger beams had fallen--no longer emitting flame, but lying transversely upon each other, charred, red, and smouldering.
On finding no one near the dwelling, Cubina and Herbert made for the works. These were all standing untouched; and it was evident that no attempt had been made to fire them. Only the mansion had been given to the flames.
On arriving among the out-buildings, the two men again raised their voices; but as before, without receiving a reply.
Here everything was dark and silent as the tomb--a silence more impressive by contrast with the awe-inspiring sounds of the conflagration raging at a distance. Neither in the curing-house, nor the mill, nor the mash-house, nor the stable, could anyone be discovered. Not an individual to be seen, not a voice to respond to their oft-repeated halloos.
On rushed they to the negro cabins. Surely there someone would be found? All could not have fled through fear of the robber-band?
As the two men turned in the direction of the negro village, a figure started up in the path--having just emerged out of the bushes. In that semblance to the imp of darkness, seen under the distant glare of the conflagration, Herbert recognised his old acquaintance Quashie.
Quashie had already identified him.
"Oh, young ma.s.sr!" cried the darkey, as he rose to his feet; "de Buff am a-blazin'! It be all burn up!"
"_Crambo_! tell us something we don't know!" impatiently demanded Cubina. "Who has set it on fire? Do you know that!"
"Did you see the incendiaries?" hurriedly added Herbert.
"See who, ma.s.sr?"
"Those who set the house on fire?" inquired Herbert, still speaking with anxious haste.
"Yes--ma.s.sr, I seed dem--when dey first rush up de front 'tairway."
"Well--speak quickly--who and what were they? What were they like?"
"Law, ma.s.sr, dey war like so many debbils. Dey were n.i.g.g.a men, an' some had mask on dar faces. Folks say it war de Maroon ob de mountains.
Black Bet she deny dat, and say no. She say 'twar some robbers of de mountains, an' dat dey come fo' carry off--"
"Your young mistress? Miss Vaughan? Where? where?" interrupted Herbert, gasping out the unfinished interrogatory.
"And Yola, my lad! have you seen her?" added Cubina.
"No, genlums," replied Quashie; "I seen neider de young missa, no' de brown gal Yola. Dey war boaf up in de great hall. I no go up dar myseff. I'se afeard dey'd kill dis chile ef he go up da. I stayed down below, till I see Mr 'Mythje a comin' down de stair. Lor--how de did streak it down dem dere stone step! He run in under de arch below. I guess he go hide dere. Den I took to ma heels, 'long wif de oder folk; an' we all go hide in de bushes. Ma.s.sa Thom an' de house people dey all run for de woods--dey none o' em nebber come back yet."
"Oh, heavens!" exclaimed Herbert, in a voice of anguish; "can it be possible? You are sure," said he, once more appealing to the darkey, "you are sure you saw nothing of your young mistress?"
"Nor of Yola?" asked the Maroon, equally as distressed as his companion.
"I decla' I didn't--neider o' 'em two," emphatically exclaimed Quashie.
"See yonner!" he added, pointing towards the burning pile, and speaking in an accent of alarm. "Golly! dey a'n't gone 'way yet--de robbers! de robbers!"
Herbert and Cubina, who, while in conversation with Quashie, had been standing with their backs towards the fire, faced suddenly round. As they did so, they perceived several dark forms moving between them and the bright background of the flames; their shadows projected in gigantic outlines up to the spot where the spectators stood. There were about half-a-dozen in all--just about the number at which Quashie had roughly estimated the incendiaries.
Both sprang forward, regardless of consequences, resolved upon knowing the worst; and, if their apprehensions should prove true, determined upon death or vengeance.
Volume Three, Chapter x.x.xIV.
SMYTHJE STILL LIVING.
With their pieces c.o.c.ked, and ready for instant execution, Cubina and Herbert were pressing to get within range, when the notes of a horn, sounded by one of the men before the fire, came swelling upon their ears.
The sounds were re-a.s.suring. Cubina knew the signal of his lieutenant, and they were now near enough to recognise the colossal Quaco standing in the glare of red light, surrounded by some half-dozen of his comrades.
Quaco had left the corpse upon the road, and the prisoners well guarded by a couple of his followers; and, thinking he might be wanted at Mount Welcome, had hurried forward close upon the heels of the hors.e.m.e.n.