Wild Life in the Land of the Giants Part 9

Then a great gun reverberated high over the howling wind, and gun after gun followed.

The good people of the town made quite sure that one of two things had happened: either a foreign enemy had landed, or the end of the world had come.

At the first gun Mattie, wideawake, jumped off the couch, and we at once explained to her the situation.

"Hullo!" she cried, "how nice! Hullo! hullo! Let's play at being pirates."

Her mirth and excitement were infectious.

In a minute or two we were armed and had rushed on deck, and the play was commenced.

The old _Thunderbolt_ now was making good way down the harbour, and how she missed fouling and sinking some of the craft is to me a mystery to this day. But some of them had a marvellously close shave.

The whole harbour was now alarmed, and the officers and crews swarmed on the decks of the vessels. But the stately hulk held on her way, heading--sometimes sterning--for more open water.

Meanwhile, Pirate Jill was cheering in the ratlines, and finally leaped down, and the battle began with swords, we, the combatants, shouting as wildly as we thought was desirable.

We were now bearing close down upon the flag-ship, and could distinguish the officers on the p.o.o.p.

"Hurrah!" cried Jill, "let's now play at being pirates proper."

"Hullo!" cried Mattie, "we're all pirates."

I ran speedily off for Tom's old battered speaking trumpet, and we were very close to the flag-ship when I hailed her, in true pirate fashion.

"Lie to there, till we send a boat on board, or we'll blow you out of the water."

A chorus of laughter came from quarter-deck and waist.

"Fire!" I cried.

Bang, bang, went both pistols at once.

"Hullo!" cried Mattie; "Hullo!"

And at the same moment, seeing she had the halyards in her hand, I looked aloft just in time to see a little black bundle expand into a huge flag, and lo! fluttering out in the morning air was the dark dread ensign of the pirate, with its hideous skull and cross-bones.

"Hullo!" cried Mattie once more.

But Jill and I stood aghast!

Then our dream rushed back to our minds.

We did not foul the flag-ship, and were soon rolling away out seawards.

But what had we done? It was dreadful to think of--hoisted the pirate flag and fired upon one of her Majesty's flags, right into the teeth of her officers and crew.

So paralysed were we that we entirely forgot to haul down the flag, and it was still flying when--an hour afterwards a couple of tugs managed to get us in tow, and we were once more heading back for the harbour.

The first words the officer of the tug said to me, when he had time to speak, were--

"Why, you're a pretty lot! Cutting out a man o' war under the very guns of the flag-ship, and running off with it. Ha! ha! ha!"

Whatever the laugh might have meant, it sounded to me like the yell of a hyena.

"If you please, sir," I advanced, "we didn't run away with the ship; the ship ran away with us."

"Was it bullum _versus_ boatum," he said, "or boatum _versus_ bullum?"

"I don't talk Turkish," I said.

"Well," he said, "Turkish here or Turkish there, you young pirate, I suppose you know what you'll catch?"

"Hang us, won't they?"

"Hang you? Yes. Drum-head court-martial, and hanging, and serve you right too. You don't look very frightened," he added. "There get away inside, the lot of you, and thank your stars it is no worse."

We did as we were told, at the same time I could not help wondering what worse could befall us, than a drum-head court-martial with hanging to follow.

I stopped behind Jill long enough to ask the officer this question:

"They won't hang our little sister Mattie?"

"No, not likely, we'll make much of her."

He caught Mattie up as he spoke, and soon had her laughing and crowing like a mad thing as he galloped round the deck with her on his shoulder.

"They won't hang Mattie," I said to Jill.

"No," said Jill, "that is one good thing."

"Well, do _you_ want to be hanged, Jill?"

"I don't think I should like it _much_."

"Well, nothing can save us, you know."

"But flight, Jack."

"Yes, flight, Jill, that's it. I suppose they won't drum-head us to-day?"

"I don't know. I'm not so sure. A drum-head court-martial _is_ a drum-head court-martial, you see. And the beauty of it is--if there be any beauty about it--that it's got up and got done with at once."

"Well, then, I move we prepare for instant flight."

"Quite right. I'm all ready as it is. Let us eat this pie, though."

We did eat the pie. In fact, we breakfasted very heartily. But we grew very sad again when we thought of Mattie we must leave so soon, if indeed we should be successful in getting away at all. However, we could only try.