The Three Lieutenants Part 18

"'It's a throubled drame, Mr Terence, that I have had,' answered Tim, twisting his nose and mouth about in a curious manner, and giving a peculiar wink with his right eye.

"'What is it, man?' I asked. 'Out with your dream.'

"'Well, your honour, it was just this. I dreamt that I went to pay a visit to his holiness the Pope, and a civil old gentleman he was, for he axed me if I'd take some whisky and water, and on course I said yes.

"Hot or cold, Tim?" asked the Pope. "Hot, your reverence," says I, and bad luck to me, for by dad, while the Pope went down to the kitchen to get the kettle I awoke; and now, if I'd said cold, I'd have had time to toss off a noggin-full at laste, and it's that throubles me.'

"Now it strikes me, Alick, that your waking imagination is as vivid as Tim's; but don't let it run away with you in this instance. You'll see the _Sarah Jane_ come safe into harbour before you leave it, and have time to wish the young lady the top of the morning, at all events."

"You are incorrigible, Paddy," answered Murray, laughing in spite of himself. "As I have stood all your bantering, I have the right to insist on your coming with me to inspect the _Supplejack_ before you go up to Kingston."

His two friends of course agreed to the proposal, and their carpet-bags being put into Murray's boat they pulled for the Dockyard at Port Royal.

The _Supplejack_ had her lower yards across, and most of her stores on board. In three or four days she might, by an efficient crew, be got ready for sea. Though Murray would gladly have had a longer delay, duty with him was paramount to every other consideration, and he resolved to use every exertion to expedite her outfit. She was not much of a beauty, they were of opinion; but she looked like a good sea-boat, and Jack thought that she would prove a fast craft, which was of the most consequence. Though rated as a six-gun brig she carried only two carronades, and a third long heavy gun amidships, which they agreed, under some circ.u.mstances, would be of more avail than the four short guns it had replaced. Terence advised Alick to ask for two more carronades.

"I might not get them if I did ask, so I will make good use, if I have the chance, of those on board," was the answer.

Captain Hemming had been requested to spare Murray five hands from the frigate. He chose Ben s.n.a.t.c.hblock, the boatswain's-mate, to act as boatswain, a great promotion for Ben, and four others; these, with a dozen hands before belonging to the brig, the rest having died of yellow fever, sent home invalided, or deserted, made up his complement. He had applied for, and obtained old Higson, a former shipmate who had so taken to heart the loss of the three midshipmen that he was anxious for more stirring employment than he could find on board the frigate, likely to be detained for some time at Jamaica, or not to go much farther than Cuba. The other officers were selected from the corvette. The old mate was highly pleased. He had the duty of a first lieutenant, and was one in all respects, except in name, though not to be sure over a very large ship's company. Hard drinker and careless as he had been sometimes on sh.o.r.e, Murray knew that he could trust him thoroughly when responsibility was thrown on his shoulders, and hoped that by being raised in his own estimation he might altogether be weaned of his bad habits.

Jack and Terence sailed up to Kingston with a fresh sea breeze a-beam blowing over the sandy sh.o.r.e of the Palisades.

"Take care you don't capsize us," said Jack to the black skipper, who carried on till the boat's gunwale was almost under water.

"Neber tink I do dat, ma.s.sa leetenant. Not pleasant place to take swim," answered the man, with a broad grin on his ebon features, showing his white teeth.

"I think not, indeed," exclaimed Terence. "Look there."

He pointed to a huge shark, its triangular fin just above the surface, keeping two or three fathoms off, even with the boat, at which the monster every now and then, as he declared, gave a wicked leer.

"What do you call that fellow?"

"Dat, ma.s.sa, dat is Port Royal Jack," answered the negro. "He keep watch ober de harbour--case buckra sailors swim ash.o.r.e. He no come up much fader when he find out we boat from de sh.o.r.e. See he go away now."

The shark gave a whisk with his tail, and disappeared in an instant.

The young officers breathed more freely when their ill-omened companion had gone. Almost immediately afterwards a boat belonging to a large merchantman, lying at the mouth of the harbour, ready for sea, pa.s.sed them under all sail. Her crew of eight hands had evidently taken a parting gla.s.s with their friends.

"Dey carry too much canvas wid de grog dey hab aboard," observed the black. "Better look out for squalls."

He hailed, but received only a taunting jeer in return, and the boat sped on her course. Not a minute had pa.s.sed when Jack and Terence heard the negro mate, who was watching the boat, sing out--

"Dere dey go, Jack shark get dem now--eh?"

Looking in the direction the black's chin was pointing, to their horror they saw that the boat had capsized, her masts and sails appearing for an instant as she rapidly went to the bottom, while the people were writhing and struggling on the surface, shrieking out loudly for help.

Jack and Terence ordered the black to put the boat about instantly, and go to their rescue. Nearly two minutes pa.s.sed before they reached the spot. Five men only were floating. The ensanguined hue of the water told too plainly what had been the fate of the others.

"Help! help. For G.o.d's sake, help!" shrieked out a man near them, in an agony of fear. At that instant a white object was seen rising, it seemed, from the bottom. The hapless man threw up his arms, and, uttering a piercing shriek, disappeared beneath the water.

The other four men could swim, but almost paralysed with fear kept crying out for help, without making any effort to save themselves, striking out wildly, round and round, as if they did not see the approaching boat. First one was hauled on board, then another and another. Jack had got hold of the fourth, and was dragging him in when a shark rose from the bottom. The negro boatman's quick eye had espied the monster. He darted down his boat-hook into the open mouth of the shark, which, closing its jaws, bit off the iron and a part of the stock, while, by a violent effort, Jack and Terence jerked the man inboard, thus saving his legs, and probably his life.

They were now directly over the spot where the boat went down, and so clear was the water, the ruddy stains having disappeared, that they could see her as she lay at the bottom. Jack was standing up, when he exclaimed--

"There is a poor fellow entangled in the rigging--he seems alive. I think that I could bring him up."

Influenced by a generous impulse, and forgetting the fearful monsters in the neighbourhood, he was on the point of leaping overboard, when the black boatman seized his arm, crying out--

"No, no, ma.s.sa, dat one shark, hisself."

Jack looked again, and the object he had mistaken for a seaman's white shirt resolved itself into the white belly of a shark, the creature being employed in gnawing the throat of its victim.

"Dat is what dey always do," observed the black coolly. "Dey drag down by de feet, and den dey begin to eat at de trote."

Probably because the throat is the part of the body most exposed. Jack and Terence carried the survivors up to Kingston. Except that they uttered a few expressions of regret at the sad fate of their shipmates, the men seemed very little concerned, or grateful to Heaven for their own preservation; and immediately on landing they went into a grog-shop, where they probably soon forgot all about the matter. Such is the force of habit. Jack and Terence were not enchanted with the silent, half-deserted streets of Kingston, through which, having lost their way, they paraded for half an hour or more; but after eating a pink-coloured shaddock, and half-a-dozen juicy oranges, obtained from a smiling-faced negress market-woman, their spirits rose.

"Things begin to wear a more roseate hue, maybe tinged with the juice of the fruit we've swallowed," said Terence, laughing, "and here's Johnny Ferong's store we were looking for, I've no doubt."

They entered, and received a hearty welcome from that most loquacious and facetious of Frenchmen, who offered to supply them with every possible article they could require in any quant.i.ty, from a needle to an anchor. They wanted something--it was information--how best to get out to Saint David's, not a profitable article to supply them with, but Johnny Ferong afforded it, with apparently infinite pleasure, and further a.s.sisted to raise their spirits, and confirm their resolution of becoming customers, by handing them each a gla.s.s of cool, sparkling champagne, and immediately replenishing it when empty.

"And you want to pay visit to Madame Bradsaw? Charmante lady--den I vill order one voiture for vous, vich vill take vous dere, let me see, in two hours and one half; and vous stay dere, and come back in de cool of de morning, or in de evening, or de next day as vous please," said Mr Ferong, bowing, and smiling, as he spoke, in the mode habitual to him.

"It will never do to take people by storm in that fashion," exclaimed Jack. "Unless we can get back to-night we had better put off our visit till to-morrow morning."

Terence, who was modesty itself in such a case, agreed with him. Mr Ferong, however, laughed at their scruples, a.s.suring them that Mr and Mrs Bradshaw would be delighted to see them, whether strangers or not, that he would be answerable for all consequences, and settled the matter by sending off a black boy to order the carriage forthwith, and to fetch their carpet-bags from the inn, where they had been deposited on landing. In the meantime Jack and Terence found several acquaintances among the visitors, chiefly naval and military officers, a.s.sembled in Johnny Ferong's reception-room, forming the lower storey of his store or warehouse. There were also a few merchant-skippers, and civilian agents of estates, clerics and others. Countless gla.s.s cases, exhibiting wares of all sorts, and goods of every description in bales, packages, boxes, and casks, were piled up, or scattered about the place, serving for seats for the guests, most of whom were smoking and sipping sangaree.

While Jack was talking to an old shipmate he unexpectedly met, a skipper and a merchant were engaged in an earnest conversation near him, and he could not help overhearing some of the remarks which dropped from them.

"If Captain Crowhurst can manage to run his cargo before the brig's character is suspected it will be an easy affair for him, but if not he will find it a difficult job. They have got half-a-dozen armed craft, which will watch her pretty sharply, and I know those mongrel Spaniards well. If they catch her they'll not scruple to sink her, and shoot every man on board."

These remarks were made by the skipper.

"But the _Sarah Jane_ is a fast craft, and will, I should hope, be able to keep out of their way," said the merchant, in an anxious voice. "We should be unable to recover her insurance should she be sunk, I fear."

"As certainly as the poor fellows who may be shot would be unable to come to life again," observed the skipper dryly. "To my mind it's not fair to send men on such an adventure."

"They are aware of what they are about, and know the risk they run,"

said the merchant.

"The captain and supercargo may, but not the rest of the people, and that's what I find fault with," observed the skipper.

Jack heartily agreed with the last speaker, and was on the point of turning round to make inquiries about the _Sarah Jane_, when the merchant, suspecting that they must have been overheard, drew his companion aside and left the store. Jack asked Mr Ferong if he could give him the information he desired; but the Frenchman, shrugging his shoulders, replied that he knew nothing of the affairs of his customers; his business was to obtain "his littel wares of de best quality and to sell dem at de lowest price possible."

In a sh.o.r.e time the carriage appeared, with their carpet-bags strapped on behind, and covered with a tarpaulin. It was a species of gig, with a seat in front for the driver, and had two horses, one in the shafts and the other prancing in comparative freedom, secured by traces to an outrigger. Away they started at furious speed, and before long were ascending the side of the magnificent Liguania mountains; now proceeding along a romantic valley, with a babbling stream on one side; now pa.s.sing over a height; now along a level, or but slightly sloping spot for half a mile or so, but gradually getting higher and higher above the plain.

Sometimes, when exposed to the sun's rays, they found it hot enough; but frequently they travelled under the long shadow of some gigantic cotton tree, shooting up into the blue heavens; or beneath a grove of graceful palms, the tendrils of the yam and granadillos climbing up them, with fences on either side, covered by numberless creepers, pa.s.sion-flowers of varied sizes, and convolvuli of countless descriptions. The whole country seemed like an a.s.semblage of orchards, composed of orange-trees in fruit and flower, lemon and citron trees, glossy-leaved star apples; the avocada, with its huge pear, and the bread fruit-tree bearing still vaster fruit, and leaves of proportionate size; while beneath them were seen in abundance the unfailing food of man in tropical climes, the ever cool, fresh, green plantain; indeed, the strangers felt bewildered amid the variety of trees, shrubs, and plants which surrounded them.

"A perfect paradise, this," exclaimed Jack, who was not much addicted, however, thus to express his feelings. "See, the vegetation reaches to the very summit of the highest mountains."

"Inhabited by no small number of ebon-hued Adams and Eves," observed Terence, pointing to several palm-thatched, white-washed huts, a little way off, before which was collected a group of negroes, men, and women, and children, laughing, shouting, and talking, looking wonderfully happy; the former all neatly habited, and though the smaller members of the community were not overburdened with clothing, they looked as plump and jolly as need be. "I only wish that our peasantry in old Ireland were as well off as these people seem to be."

"And those of England, also," said Jack. "Still slavery is an abomination, and I pray that it may some day cease throughout the world."

The lieutenants scarcely believed that the time they expected to be on the road had elapsed, when their driver pointed to a wide-spreading, low mansion, with verandahs all round it, and extensive outbuildings, and said--