Part 44 (1/2)

”Never fear, we shall not miss him, I hope,” exclaimed Linton, as he leaped into his boat. ”Shove off and give way, my merry men.”

The boat's crew did their best; but the event was another convincing proof of the misfortunes which may arise from being a little too late.

Had they been ten minutes sooner, they would, perhaps, have been in time to prevent their captain and his companions from falling again into the hands of the pirates. Linton felt this when he found that they were recaptured, and, stung with regret, although he was in no manner to blame, he agreed on the pursuit with a zeal which very nearly led to the destruction of himself and his followers.

We left him severely, if not mortally, wounded, off the mouth of the pirate's harbour. The command, therefore, devolved on Tompion, who immediately ordered the boats to separate as much as possible, keeping within sight of each other, to cause the shots of the enemy to become less effective, by being scattered over a wider range.

”Pull away, my lads,” exclaimed the mate; ”we shall soon be out of this, and we shall have an opportunity before long of paying them off.”

The men needed no inducement to pull hard, for it was excessively hot work, and they had no fancy to be exposed to the showers of bullets which came whizzing round them, especially when they were compelled to run away from the enemy.

The frowning and lofty cliffs, fringed with tiny glances of vivid light, and the bright flashes of the _Sea Hawk's_ guns, which were reflected on the calm water, formed, doubtlessly, an exceedingly picturesque spectacle, which those who were pulling at the oars had full opportunity to contemplate, but not the less disagreeable to them on that account, especially as it would have been a very useless amus.e.m.e.nt to fire against the cliffs in return. Fortunately, no further casualties occurred, and every instant, as their distance from the sh.o.r.e increased, there was less chance of a shot hitting them. At length, Tompion, seeing that they were free from danger, hailed the other boats, to order the crews to rest on their oars to recover breath, before they shaped their course to return to their s.h.i.+p. The hail was answered by another from the westernmost boat, commanded by Jemmy Duff; he sung out--

”Did you see the mistico get into the harbour, with the rest of the rascals?”

”No,” said Tompion. ”Did any one on board see her?” he asked of the crew.

”No, sir,” was the general answer.

”No one saw her go in,” he answered.

”Then, by Jove, there she is, on our starboard beam,” sung out Duff in return. ”She is pretty nearly becalmed, it seems. She has got out there, I suspect, to watch us, and to try to cut us off. What shall we do?”

”I and the gig will close you, and we'll see what is to be done,” said Tompion, ordering the other boat to follow him, and all the boats were soon alongside each other.

There, sure enough, Tompion perceived the mistico, about a quarter of a mile off, with her head to the southward, evidently watching their movements. It might seem surprising that she had not attacked them when under the cliffs; but, in the first place, she could not then get up to them, and had she been able to do so, it would have prevented the pirates on sh.o.r.e from firing on them.

The wind had at this juncture almost failed her, but she had her sweeps to depend on, and with a strong crew they could send her along at a great rate. She was commanded on the present occasion by the second lieutenant of the _Sea Hawk_--at least by the officer who performed the duties of one--who had hurried on board with as many men as he could find, and swept out to sea the moment the alarm of the prisoners' escape was given; and now, somewhat mistaking the character of British seamen, he had begun to edge up towards the boats, purposely to take them by surprise, and hoping to make them an easy prey.

Of most of this Tompion was soon aware, and it now became a question as to the advisability of attacking her instead.

”What does Mr Linton say?” asked Duff. ”We should not take long about it, I think, and she would be something to show for our night's work.”

”Tell Mr Linton how things stand, Jennings, and ask him what he wishes us to do,” said Tompion to the c.o.xswain of the gig.

”Poor Mr Linton can say nothing, sir,” returned Jennings, in a sorrowful tone. ”I'm afraid he'll never speak again.”

An exclamation of grief escaped from all who heard the words.

”What! is he dead?” inquired Tompion, in a voice which showed that he partic.i.p.ated in the feeling of the crews, although he might very probably benefit by the vacancy thus created; yet, I will venture to say, the thought of this did not enter his head.

”No, sir, not dead, I hope,” said the c.o.xswain. ”I have bound up his wound as well as I can, and stopped the bleeding; but he's in a dead faint, and I don't know if he'll come to again.”

”Well, Duff, I should like to act as Mr Linton would have done, and I'm sure he would have attacked the mistico without giving two thoughts about it,” observed Tompion; ”but then, again, for his sake, we ought to get back to the s.h.i.+p as fast as we can, to obtain surgical a.s.sistance for him.”

”I know how you feel, Tompion,” exclaimed Jemmy Duff--”but I have it: our two boats can easily tackle the rascally mistico, and let the gig pull back to the brig as fast as she can, with Mr Linton and Timmins here, who is badly hurt, and let them tell Saltwell of our whereabouts, and we shall fall in with her before the morning with a prize in tow, I hope.”

”Capital!” exclaimed Tompion, who was, for a wonder, not above taking advice from a junior, when it happened to be good, and coincided with his own opinion. ”What say you, my lads--do you think you've got strength enough in your arms to punish some of those rascals for Mr Linton's too like death, and the trick they played us?”

”All right, sir, never fear. We can give it them yet,” exclaimed both crews, with one voice; and seldom will British seamen be found to make any other answer.

”Well, then, Jennings, do you steer due west,--right for that tar, that is your course. When you get about five miles from this, fire a musket, and continue firing every ten minutes. They will show a blue light as soon as they hear you, and you can scarcely miss the s.h.i.+p. Take poor Timmins on board with you--there's no one else hurt, I hope.”