CHAPTER TWENTY.

THE CORVETTE AND BRIG PART COMPANY--THE FORMER CHASES A SUSPICIOUS

SAIL--CAPTURES A FULL SLAVER--ADAIR IN CHARGE--TAKES PRIZE TO BAHIA--AN

IMPORTANT WARNING--PREPARATIONS FOR AN ATTACK--ANECDOTE OF LIEUTENANT

WASEY--THE SLAVE-DEALERS ATTEMPT TO RETAKE THE PRIZE--GALLANT DEFENCE--

ENEMY DEFEATED--THE SUPPLEJACK APPEARS IN GOOD TIME.

The _Tudor_ and _Supplejack_ had crossed the line, and had got some way

to the southward, when a heavy gale came on, such as is not often

experienced in those latitudes. It blew with especial fury during the

night. Murray hove the corvette to, and believed that Jack would have

done the same, but when morning broke, and the brig was nowhere to be

seen from the deck of the corvette, he could not help feeling somewhat

anxious on the subject. During the day the weather moderated, and a

lookout was kept for her from aloft. Two days passed, however, and she

did not appear. The wind was from the north-east, and he hoped by a

quick run to Rio to have his anxiety soon brought to an end by finding

that the _Supplejack_ had arrived before him.

Morning had just dawned, the breeze was fresh, the tops of the seas

sparkled in the rays of the rising sun, when the lookout from aloft

shouted, "A sail on the lee bow!"

"What is she?" asked Adair, who was officer of the watch.

"A brig, sir," was the answer.

"Is she like the _Supplejack_?" he inquired.

"Can't say, sir. She is anyhow running to the westward, and the

_Supplejack_ would be steering to the south."

"You are right. Call the commander," said Adair to Desmond. The

youngster had rejoined the ship at Georgetown. He himself then went

aloft with his glass, to have a look at the stranger. By the time he

came down Murray was on deck.

"She is certainly not the _Supplejack_, and, as she is running in for

some Brazilian port far to the northward of Rio, she may possibly be a

slaver."

"We will overhaul her, at all events," said Murray, and the corvette,

bearing up in chase, made all sail she could set.

The stranger did not at first discover that she was pursued, and by the

time that she did so the corvette had gained considerably on her. She

was then seen to be a large brigantine, and by her square yards and

white canvas, lighted up by the rays of the sun, Murray was more than

ever convinced that she was a slaver.

The chase had set all the sail she could carry, and still kept well

ahead of the corvette. The weather, as the day advanced, gave signs of

changing, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and squalls, not very strong

at first, but sufficient to make the commander look with anxious eyes at

his spars, swept across the ocean--the dark clouds as they rushed along

changing the hitherto blue, laughing waves to a leaden hue. Still the

corvette persevered. The crew were at their stations, ready to shorten

sail the moment it became absolutely necessary. The eagerness of the

chase to escape made it still more probable that she was a slaver. She

was dead before the wind, carrying topgallant-sails and royals, and

studding-sails on either side. A dark cloud passing over her threw her

into shade; on it went, and once more the bright rays of the sun falling

on her canvas brought her more clearly into view; another squall swept

by, making the corvette's studding-sail-booms crack and bend as if they

were about to break away from the braces.

"Hold on, good sticks!" cried Murray, apostrophising them, "the toughest

spars will win the day."

The crew cast their eyes aloft, fully expecting to see them carried

away, but they held on, and the trim corvette went dashing forward amid

the dancing seas, which rose up, foam-crested, on either side.

"Hurrah!" exclaimed Terence, "she is ours!" At that moment the squall

had reached the chase, and away flew her studding-sails, the booms

breaking off at the irons. Still she held on her course. The corvette

was now rapidly gaining on her; the attempt was made to rig another

lower studding-sail, but that also was carried away almost as soon as

set, and in less than half an hour the corvette had got her well within

range of her long guns; but Murray refrained from firing as long as he

found that he was gaining on her.

"It is useless to run the risk of injuring her spars," he observed to

Adair; "she will haul down her colours when she finds that she has no

hope of getting away."

"Those fellows are up to all sorts of dodges, and will make every effort

to escape," said Terence.

"We will take in the studding-sails at all events, and be ready for him

should he haul his wind," said Murray. The light canvas was taken in

with a rapidity, which must have astonished the crew of the slaver.

Just, however, as the operation was about to be commenced, she had put

her helm to port, and braced her yards sharp up on the starboard tack;

but a couple of shot from the corvette, one of which struck her

starboard quarter, showed her that she was too late; and fearing that

other iron missiles might overtake her, she immediately hauled down her

colours. The corvette's topgallant sails and royals having been handed,

she also was brought to the wind and hove-to on the weather beam of the

prize. Murray now directed Adair to go on board the brigantine with a

midshipman and ten hands, and to carry her to Rio, unless, from a

scarcity of provisions or want of water, he should find it necessary to

put in to Bahia, or any other neighbouring port on the Brazilian coast.

Adair and Desmond were quickly ready with their carpet-bags, as were

Snatchblock and nine other men with their bundles, and the boat which

had, meantime, been lowered, pulled off for the prize, although there

was some sea on; yet as she was low in the water, she was easily

boarded. She proved to be the _Donna Maria_, a noted Brazilian slaver

which had often before escaped capture. According to Murray's

directions, Adair sent back the captain and officers and some of her

ill-looking crew, who were likely to prove troublesome if left in her.

He found that, though only measuring a hundred and fifty tons she had

nearly five hundred slaves on board, stowed away as thick as they could

be packed between decks.

Having had a remarkably quick run from the coast of Africa, the captain

informed him that he had not lost more than twenty people. As he looked

down the main hatchway, the haggard countenances of the mass of human

beings packed close together--as Desmond observed, like herrings in a

cask--showed him that had the voyage continued much longer, the number

of deaths would have been greatly increased.

Although there was food enough and water for the slaves, either the crew

had hove overboard some of their own provisions, or had brought but a

small supply, so that Adair found but a scant allowance for himself and

his men; he therefore sent on board the corvette for such articles as he

thought would be required. Just as all arrangements had been completed,

and he had put the brigantine on her course, he saw the corvette haul

her wind, and stand away to the eastward. As she did so, Murray

signalised that a strange sail, which he hoped to overhaul, had hove in

sight in that direction.

A sufficient number of the slaver's crew had been kept on board to

attend to the unfortunate blacks, and carry them their provisions and

water. Adair himself went round among them, and endeavoured to make

them understand that he was their friend, and that as soon as possible

they should be sent back to Africa. At first they looked on the

Englishmen with an expression of terror in their countenances, many of

them believing that they would be taken on shore to be killed and eaten,

or to be offered up to the white man's Fetish. Fortunately one of the

seamen, who had been long on the coast, could make himself understood by

some of them; and, by his means and kind treatment, Terence succeeded at

length in banishing their fears. One of the Brazilians also spoke a

little English, and so was able to act as interpreter. Pedro was a

better-looking fellow than most of his companions, and by the kind way

he treated the blacks Terence was inclined to trust him. He declared

that poverty alone, and a wish to support his family, had induced him to

ship on board the slaver, and that it was the last voyage he would ever

make.

"These countrymen of mine are great rascals," he observed; "you take

care what they do, or they play you one great trick."

Pedro then told Adair that the brigantine was somewhat leaky, and that

it had been necessary to pump her out at every watch.

He at once ordered the well to be sounded, and Snatchblock reported "two

feet of water in the hold;" he accordingly ordered the pumps to be

rigged, and set some of his own people to work them. Pedro again came

aft, and assured him that he felt certain he could pick out a score or

more of blacks who could be trusted on deck, and that they would

willingly take the duty, glad to escape from the confinement of the

hold.

"We will try them," said Terence, and in a short time Pedro sent up the

number he had mentioned, all of them well-made, stalwart negroes. The

scant clothing they wore exhibited, however, how much they had suffered

by confinement, even during their comparatively short run across the

Atlantic. Half of them quickly understanding what was required set to

work with a will, being relieved by their companions. By their

exertions the brigantine was at length almost freed from water. During

the night it had, however, again gained on the pumps, and the weather

coming on worse soon after daybreak Terence judged it prudent to bear up

for Bahia.

He was thankful to believe that he would soon be in smooth water, for

the poor slaves suffered dreadfully by the way the vessel tumbled about

in the heavy seas, and several of the weak ones were found to have died

during the night. The Brazilians hauled them out, without the slightest

exhibition of feeling, and hove the bodies overboard as if they had been

so many dead sheep. The heat and effluvium which arose from below were

almost unbearable, the instant the hatches, which had necessarily been

closed during the night, were taken off.

It was the first full slaver Desmond had ever been aboard.

"I have always heard the African coast abused, but I can only say that I

should be ready to go and serve there, for the sake of catching some of

these rascally slavers before they have had the opportunity of making

the poor blacks suffer so horribly, as they must do during the middle

passage," he exclaimed, as he warmed with indignation at what he

witnessed.

At last, a short time before nightfall, the brigantine entered the

harbour of Bahia, which is easy of access, and came to an anchor at some

distance from the town. Scarcely had she brought up than the weather

moderated, and Terence began to regret that he had not continued his

course for Rio; still he hoped that Murray, judging by the weather,

would take it for granted that he had put in there, and would come and

look for him.

It was too late that evening to communicate with the authorities;

several boats, however, came alongside, though as no officer appeared

among the people in them, Adair would not allow any one to come on

board, with the exception of an official who was sent, he said, by the

captain of the port to make inquiries about the vessel. At last all the

boats took their departure. There was no moon, though the stars shone

forth brightly overhead, reflected on the calm surface of the water. It

was rather dark all around where the brig lay; here and there only,

distant lights glimmering from the shore. The watch, of which Ben

Snatchblock had charge, was set, and Adair and Desmond retired into a

small cabin on one side of the deck to take supper.

"Well, I hope these poor fellows may be sent back safely to their

homes," said Desmond. "I am afraid a good many more will die before

they get there, if they are not placed in some healthy spot and allowed

to take exercise first."

"Not one of them will ever get back to their homes," answered Terence.

"They are all brought some hundreds of miles from the interior, and

would be quickly seized and carried back into slavery were the attempt

to be made. They will be sent to Sierra Leone, or some of them may find

their way to Liberia, a colony established some years ago for liberated

blacks from the North American States."

Adair was giving Desmond further information on the subject when Pedro

put his head in at the door.

"Senhor Capitan, I want to have one word with you," he said, putting his

finger to his mouth. "You be on the watch; I heard things said by the

people in de boats, and I make sure they come off and take all de slaves

away, and knock you and your people on de head. Hist! hist! Don't let

my comrades know I tell you, or dey cut my troat as sure as I now a

living man. No time to lose."

Adair asked Pedro further questions, but he could elicit no more

information. Pedro was evidently in a hurry to be gone, and again

making a sign to show that caution was necessary he stole forward,

keeping close under the bulwarks, as if afraid of being observed.

"The information Pedro has given us must not be neglected," observed

Adair. "He may be mistaken, but if the Brazilians think that they can

get hold of the slaves they will try to do so without scruple, and will

cut the throats of every one of us should they find it necessary to

carry out their object. Go and turn out our people, and I will have a

talk with Snatchblock on the subject."

Desmond, making his way forward, roused up the prize crew, cautiously

awaking each man separately, so that the slaver's people should not hear

them.

Adair followed him on deck, and told Snatchblock what he had heard.

"Well, sir, to my mind the first thing we have to do is to secure the

Brazilian fellows we have on board, for if we are attacked by their

friends from the shore, as Pedro thinks likely, we shall have them, may

be, playing us some trick," answered Ben. "Either they will let the

slaves loose and set them up to murdering us; or if they can get hold of

arms they will set on us themselves, should they see a chance of helping

our enemies."

Adair thought Ben's advice good, and told him to get a sufficient number

of lengths of rope to secure the fellows. This was quickly done, and

Adair and his men went into the berth, and soon had all the Brazilians

secured, almost before they were awake. He had Pedro lashed like the

rest; Adair whispered, however, into his ear that he did so for his own

sake, as should he be suspected of having given the Englishmen

information he probably would be murdered by his countrymen. Pedro,

indeed, seemed perfectly satisfied to be so treated.

"They no countrymen of mine, though," he answered, in a low voice, "they

Brazilians, I true-born Portuguese."

"Well, whatever you are, I am much obliged to you, and hope to reward

you some day for the assistance you have given us," answered Adair.

"I should have taken the fellow to have a larger share of negro than

white blood in him by his looks," observed Adair to Desmond as they went

aft; "however, I really believe that he is honest, and we should not

despise his warning."

He had all the arms and ammunition to be found on board collected, each

of his crew being provided with a musket and a brace of pistols, in

addition to their cutlasses; he and Desmond also armed themselves. A

dozen spare muskets which he had carefully looked to and loaded were

arranged, some aft, others midships and forward. There were also two

small brass guns, used for signals rather than defence. No shot,

however, could be found for them, so he sent a couple of men to collect

all the nails and scraps of iron they could find in the carpenter's

store-room.

"These will make cruel wounds, but it will be the fellows' own fault if

they venture to attack us, should some of them stick in their bodies,"

he observed, as the guns were loaded. A dozen boarding-pikes were also

found and served out to the men.

"I rather suspect that these weapons will prove more serviceable in the

hands of our stout fellows than muskets or pistols, which take time to

load," observed Adair. "They may serve us in good stead, should the

Brazilians attempt to climb up the side."

These arrangements being made, Adair and Desmond returned to the cabin

to finish their supper, which they had just begun when Pedro came to

them.

"Don't you think after all that that Portuguese fellow may have been

trying to frighten us for some object of his own, perhaps to ingratiate

himself into your favour?" asked Desmond.

"No! no, I think not," answered Adair, "the Brazilians have played

similar tricks on captured vessels before, in this very port, and they

are capable of any atrocity. There was an old friend of mine named

Wasey, a capital fellow, kind-hearted and brave, as true a man as I ever

met with. We were shipmates for a short time on the coat of Africa;

Rogers and Murray knew him well, and liked him as much as I did. He was

one of those quite unpretending characters who don't know what is in

them, except to those with whom they are intimate.

"We chased and captured a small schooner with a hundred and fifty slaves

on board. He was put in charge of her with ten hands, and directed to

take her to Sierra Leone, we having received on board her former crew,

that he might not be troubled with them. Soon after he parted company

from us a heavy gale sprang up from the eastward, and he was blown off

the land. The schooner, one of those slightly put together craft, built

expressly for slavers, sprang a leak, and the water gained so fast on

them, that it was as much as the crew, with a few of the blacks who were

to be trusted, could do to keep her afloat. His only chance of saving

the lives of his crew, and himself, as well as of the blacks, was to run

for the Brazilian coast. The schooner was also short of provisions and

water, and had he attempted to beat up for Sierra Leone, he knew that

most of the blacks must perish, even if he contrived to keep her afloat.

The weather in no way moderated, and though he set an example to his

men by taking his turn at the pumps, all hands working with a will, he

scarcely expected to get across the Atlantic. Still, by attending to

the unfortunate blacks, and by allowing a few to come on deck at a time,

he managed to keep them alive. At length when he was about a week's run

from Bahia, he feel in with an American brig. He having hoisted a

signal of distress, the American hove to, and he went on board her. He

explained his condition to the master, who seemed to be a well-disposed,

kind-hearted man.

"`Well, I have no objection to receive you and your white crew on board

my vessel,' said the master, `but as to the blacks, I can have nothing

to do with them, they must sink or swim if they can.'

"What! you don't suppose that I would desert the unfortunate wretches?"

exclaimed Wasey indignantly.

"`Well, they are but negroes, and it is a fate which befalls many of

them. They seem born to it,' answered the master coolly.

"`I am much obliged to you for your offer to receive me and my people,

though I cannot accept it. If we are lost, our deaths will be at your

door; that won't be a pleasant recollection for you,' said Wasey.

"`Cannot help it, Mister Lieutenant,' answered the skipper. `The

blacks, as I say, must take their chance; and it seems to me that if you

and your men refuse to come aboard my brig, when I offer to receive you,

that your deaths will be at your own door.'

"`I would rather die than desert the unhappy blacks, and I believe that

my men will stick by me,' answered Wasey. `Now, captain, I'll tell you

what I will do. I have a fortune of 7000 pounds, and on the word of a

British officer--and you will take that I hope--I will put it in black

and white, that I will pay over every farthing, if you will receive the

blacks on board, and carry them to the nearest port you can make. Come,

that is a better freight than you have every day for your brig, I

suspect?'

"The skipper thought a minute, then shook his head. `No, if you were to

give me 20,000 pounds down on the nail, I could not take the negroes

aboard my brig. They would pollute her, we should probably have a fever

break out, or if we escaped that every man of my crew would leave her

directly we entered port.'

"In vain Wasey endeavoured to persuade the skipper to alter his

resolution; he was determined not to take the negroes on board.

"At length Wasey saw there was no use in pressing him further. Perhaps

the skipper thought that he might never touch the 7000 pounds, but I can

answer for it, and so would every one who knew Wasey, that he would have

religiously paid it to the last farthing.

"`You have made up your mind not to receive the blacks, and I have made

up mine not to desert them,' said Wasey, wishing him good-bye. `A

prosperous voyage to you, and I can only say that I hope for your sake

as well as ours, that we may manage to get the schooner into Bahia. I

should not wish to have my conscience troubled as yours will be if you

hear that we are lost.' Having purchased all the provisions and water

the American could spare, Wasey returned to the schooner and made sail

for the westward, while the American vessel stood away on her course.

He divided the water and most of the provisions he had obtained among

the starving blacks, and their strength renewed, they were able to

assist better at the pumps than they were before. Still the powers of

all on board were taxed to the uttermost; every one, however, knew that

their lives depended on their exertions, and worked away till they were

ready to drop. They could just keep the schooner afloat, and that was

all. The wind continued fair, and by the time the last drop of water

was expended and the farina and other food for the blacks was used up,

they made this port of Bahia.

"Wasey now hoped that his chief troubles were over. The blacks had got

to trust him, and so, when the schooner was brought to an anchor, they

willingly laboured as before to keep her afloat. Believing that all was

right he went on shore to communicate with the authorities, leaving the

quarter-master in charge of the schooner. The officials detained him

for some time, and sent him first to one person and then to another,

thus keeping him employed till nightfall. At last he pulled off to the

schooner; there she lay all right, and he hoped to be able to get the

leaks stopped, and to carry the poor blacks to Sierra Leone, where they

could be set free. When he stepped on board, he inquired if all had

gone well during his absence.

"`Yes, sir,' was the quarter-master's answer. `Some Brazilian officers

came off in a number of boats, and told me that they had been sent to

land the blacks. As all seemed right, I did not prevent them from

coming on board. At once ordering the blacks up, they made every one of

them get into the boats, which at once pulled away up the harbour. The

officers were very polite, and seemed to be doing everything regular,

though I was just a little suspicious when I saw three large boats full

of men, with a good number of muskets among them close to us, watching,

as it were, how matters were going. When the boats with the blacks on

board pulled away, they followed, and no one since then has come near

us. I hope it's all right, sir?'

"`Right!' exclaimed Wasey, feeling confident that he had been duped, `I

am afraid that it's very wrong. I have made every arrangement with the

authorities to have the blacks housed on shore while the schooner is

under repair, and to receive them back whenever I may wish, and I cannot

understand how any Government officers should venture to take them off

till my return.'

"Next morning he went on shore, when the authorities declared that they

knew nothing of the matter. He then found that some fellows, dressed up

as officers, had been sent off by slave-dealers, to play the trick, and

get possession of the unfortunate negroes.

"In vain he endeavoured to regain them, not a particle of information

could he obtain as to where they had been carried, except that they had

probably been immediately disposed of over the country. Thus, after his

noble self-sacrifice and the exertions he had made to save the lives of

his black-skinned fellow-creatures he had the mortification to find that

they had been carried off into slavery, and that he had nothing but the

bare hull of the schooner for his pains. Yes, by-the-bye, he had more

than that, he had the satisfaction of his own conscience, and that was

worth having. I did not hear the account from himself, but I got it

from one of the men who was with him. I am pretty sure that I am right

in all particulars. Now let us go on deck and hear what report

Snatchblock has to make. Perhaps after all Pedro may be mistaken, and

we shall not receive a friendly visit as he expects from the slavers.

However, we will take care not to be the victims of a trick like that

played on Wasey."

"Anything stirring, Snatchblock?" asked Adair, as he and Desmond went on

deck.

"Nothing that I can make out, sir, except that a little time back a

small boat pulled across our bows and returned to the shore. We were

all at the time as quiet as mice when the cat is about, and maybe the

fellows in her thought that we were keeping no watch aboard the

brigantine."

"We will show them that we are wide awake enough if they come off to

play us any trick," answered Adair, laughing.

He found his men sitting down with their arms by their sides ready for

action, and felt satisfied that they would do their best to beat off any

enemies who might attempt to take the vessel.

The night continued perfectly calm, while a light mist somewhat obscured

the shore and distant objects. He knew that sounds, though from a

considerable distance, could be heard, and that he should thus have

timely intimation of the approach of boats, even should they come off

with muffled oars.

The captured slaver, with four hundred human beings stowed away in her

hold, has not yet been described.

The slave-deck was divided into two parts: in the larger portion the men

were packed away; in the smaller, the hapless women and children. When

the slaves were first received on board on the African coast, the

largest men had been picked out to act as head men or overseers of the

rest, and having been threatened with punishment should they refuse to

obey orders, they had not unwillingly taken the office imposed on them.

They at first divided the slaves into gangs of about twenty men each,

for whose good behaviour they were answerable; their first duty had been

to stow away the slaves. The slave-deck was about four feet in height,

with beams and bars running from side to side; on these beams the slaves

were compelled to sit with their heads thrust between their knees, so

close together that when one moved the whole mass had to move also.

Care had been taken to place the largest slaves the farthest from the

ship's side, or from any position in which their strength might avail

them to secure a larger space than their neighbours. One portion of the

deck was much lower, being scarcely twenty inches in height, and in this

the children were stowed away.

When the slaver was captured the hatches were found closed and all the

larger men heavily ironed, and it may be imagined, had the chase

continued long, what would have been the suffering of the unfortunate

wretches.

The slaves were fed twice a day, and in order to give room, one half

were allowed at a time to come on deck, the only opportunity they had to

stretch their limbs. At meal-times they were arranged into messes, and

when all was ready, at a signal from the head man, they commenced

eating.

Their food consisted of rice, or farina, which is flour made from the

cassada, a species of potato boiled, or calabancies, a kind of bean;

occasionally a small quantity of salt beef, fish, or chillies, was

served out to them as a relish. After each meal they were made to sing,

not for their amusement, but to enable them, it was supposed, better to

digest their food. Each black after this received about a pint of

water, the whole allowance for the day.

Below the slave-deck were stowed the leaguers, which are huge

water-casks, together with the provisions, wood for firing, etcetera.

The upper deck was kept perfectly clear, to enable the crew to work the

sweeps during calms. There was no poop, but on either side were two

cabins, six or eight feet long, and three or four wide, to serve as

sleeping places for the captain and officers; the crew lived forward,

under the topgallant forecastle. The vessel had but one small boat,

carried amidships, in which articles of all sorts were stowed, so that

if a man had fallen overboard it would have been next to impossible to

pick him up. This is a description of most slaving-vessels, though

steamers have of late years been largely employed.

Adair and Desmond paced the deck for an hour or more, stopping every now

and then to listen. No sound could be heard coming from any direction,

and the town was too far off for the hum of its human hive to reach

them.

It was now nearly ten o'clock. Adair had ordered Snatchblock not to

strike the bell, as it might show the slavers, should any be meditating

an attack, that those on board the prize were on the alert, and make

them approach more cautiously than they might otherwise be inclined to

do.

Adair had brought a stool from the cabin, and sat down, leaning against

the outside.

"Go in and get some sleep," he said to Desmond, "I will call you if you

are wanted."

"I am not tired, and if you will allow me I will go forward and try if I

can hear anything. I fancied just now that I caught the sound of

several splashes in the water, as if fish were leaping in the distance,"

answered Desmond.

He made his way to the topgallant-forecastle, lay down and listened.

The sound he had heard became more regular, though still very faint; he

was certain, however, that it was the dip of oars in the water. He

waited, however, before informing Adair, knowing that there would be

time enough when the boats came in sight, as all hands were prepared for

action.

"Perhaps, after all, they are not coming this way," he thought; "yes,

they must be, though," he said to himself; "the sounds are much more

distinct than when I first heard them."

At length he made out several dark objects emerging from the mist. He

at once hurried aft with the information.

"Be ready, lads!" said Adair; "the fellows I was warned would attack us

are probably coming. Five of you remain on the starboard side, and five

on the port side. Snatchblock and I will work the guns. Keep under

shelter, and don't fire till I give the word; then blaze away with

muskets and pistols, and use your pikes as you may find necessary.

Don't let them discover that we are prepared till the last moment. I

will call you where you may be most wanted; I know you will do your

duty, and we shall beat them off, never fear that. Silence now, and go

to your stations."

Adair spoke in a low voice to the men gathered around him. He had

arranged them at equal distances along the bulwarks, where they crouched

down, with their muskets in their hands, and their pikes by their sides.

He had lighted a couple of slow matches, and put them into tubs near

the guns, ready for use.

Desmond remained by him and prepared to get whatever might be required.

He and Snatchblock kept a lookout, one on either side, to watch for the

boats. The sound of the oars was now distinctly heard, and in a short

time they clearly made out six large boats, evidently pulling towards

the brigantine. As they approached they closed with each other, and

came up on the port side; they were still at a short distance from the

vessel, when Adair hailed, in the best Portuguese he could command, and

told them to keep off.

"We allow no boats from the shore to visit the vessel at night, and if

you come nearer we shall fire into you," he shouted.

Some loud chattering ensued, and in spite of the warning they had

received, the Brazilians dashed up alongside. There must have been five

and twenty men in each boat; a considerable force to be opposed by

Adair's small crew.

The Brazilians came on with threatening shouts and cries, evidently

intended to intimidate the British seamen.

"Keep off," again cried Adair, but his warning was unheeded. He sent

Desmond to call all the men over the port side.

"Take the consequences, then," he answered; "fire, lads."

The bullets which came flying into their midst for a moment seemed to

damp the courage of the Brazilians, but recovering themselves they let

fly a volley in return. Adair wisely bobbed, and several bullets flew

over his head. All attempt of concealment was now useless. The

Brazilians dashed up alongside and attempted to get on board, but were

met by the boarding pikes of the English crew; some using those weapons,

others spare muskets, with which they blazed away, though there was no

time to reload them. It was sharp work to attempt driving back one

hundred and fifty men, at least, who were endeavouring to climb up the

side, armed with cutlasses and pistols. The strongest party of the

pirates were making a vigorous attempt to get on board on the quarter.

Adair calling to Snatchblock, ran out one of the guns, and Desmond being

ready with a match, fired right into their midst. The piercing groans

and cries which followed showed the terrible effect produced. The boat

drifted away, not having been hooked on, and the crew having deserted

their oars. Another boat immediately took her place, and a big fellow,

with cutlass in hand, springing to the side, and shouting to his

companions to follow, attempted to climb on deck. Before Adair could

defend himself, he had received an ugly cut on the head from the fellow,

who was about to follow up the blow, when Desmond, seizing a pike,

rushed at him with such good will, that the point entering the

Brazilian's breast, he fell backwards into the boat.

Adair, though hurt, was able to make good play with his cutlass.

Snatchblock was keeping a dozen fellows at bay, while the rest of the

crew were employed in a similar manner; bullets were flying and blows

were rapidly given and taken. Though several of the Englishmen were

wounded, and some very severely, not a man had been killed.

They could see that the Brazilians had suffered much more severely.

Some had been knocked overboard into the water; others lay dead or dying

at the bottom of the boats. Again, and again, however, the pirates came

on, as if determined, at all costs, to take the prize with her five

hundred blacks on board. Again Terence was wounded, and another big

Brazilian, apparently the leader of the pirates, was levelling a pistol

scarcely two feet from his breast, when Snatchblock, seeing the danger

of his young commander, brought his cutlass with such force down on the

fellow's head, that he clove it in two, and sent him tumbling back into

the boat out of which he had sprung.

The pirates, though they had met with a much warmer reception than they

expected, were unwilling to abandon their object, and encouraged by

their leaders, some twenty or more made a dash together at the

fore-rigging. Several gained a footing on the chains, others caught

hold of the shrouds and back-stays. Adair saw that a desperate effort

must be made, or the enemy would after all gain the deck.

"Keep them off the after-part of the vessel, Snatchblock, whatever you

do," he shouted, and calling Desmond they together dragged over the

other still loaded gun and ran it through the foremost port, with its

muzzle pointed towards the mass of their assailants, who were prepared

to follow those already climbing up the side. Desmond fired, springing

out of the way of the gun as it ran back. The deadly missiles with

which it was loaded, scattering among their assailants, knocked over

several howling with pain, two at least dropping dead, when the British

seamen with their cutlasses quickly cleared the rigging and sides of the

remainder.

The tones in which the shouts and loud jabbering of the pirates were

uttered showed that they were beginning to think that they had had

enough of it. Adair and Snatchblock, with several of the men, set to

work and reloaded the muskets, and just as the most daring of their

assailants were about to make a fresh attack they let fly a volley. The

pirates did not stop to receive another, but getting out their oars

began to pull off, each boat seeming to be the most eager to get away

from the daring little band who had so obstinately refused to have their

throats cut, and the blacks in their charge taken from them.

The seamen, though bleeding and sore from many a cut and thrust, gave

vent to their satisfaction in a triumphant cheer.

"I think we are clear of them for the present, sir," said Snatchblock,

"and I doubt whether they will be in a hurry to come back again."

"We will be prepared at all events," said Adair. "Get the guns and

small arms reloaded and placed ready for action, and then see who is

most hurt. It won't do to let our blood flow till we grow weak."

"Ay! ay! sir," answered Ben. "I believe most of us have got a scratch

or two, but I hope you are not hurt, sir."

"As to that, I believe that I have not escaped scot free," said Adair;

"but I want to overhaul those who have suffered most, and bind up their

wounds. You may release Pedro, and get his assistance, though it won't

do to cast the others loose just yet."

Adair as he spoke felt very faint, and had not Snatchblock caught him he

would have fallen on the deck. Desmond ran to his assistance, and while

he sat on the stool outside the cabin brought a glass of strong grog,

which quickly revived him; the men were in the meantime binding up each

other's hurts as well as they could, with their handkerchiefs, after

having reloaded their arms.

Snatchblock released Pedro, who seemed pleased at the successful

termination of the contest. His shipmates, he said, suspected him--the

pirates would have undoubtedly cut his throat had they got on board. He

helped Desmond very scientifically in dressing Adair's wounds.

"Beg pardon, sir," said Snatchblock, "if you will just lie down and get

some rest, Mr Desmond and I will keep a look out, and call you if we

get sight of our friends coming back to us. I am not much the worse for

my scratches, and so five or six of those most hurt among us can turn in

and try and get back their strength, in case we have more work to do

to-night."

Adair agreed to Ben's proposal, and having ordered grog to be served out

to the men, he himself lay down to obtain the rest he so greatly needed.

Except here and there where white marks in the bulwarks showed the spots

the bullets had struck, and the cutlasses had hewn out notches, scarcely

a sign of the late desperate struggle was visible. All was silent on

deck. Desmond alone paced up and down turning his watchful eye on

either side, while Snatchblock took a seat on the booms.

Notwithstanding his assertion, that he had only received a few

scratches, he felt, however, considerably the worse for them. For the

rest of the watch he lay down, trying, however, to keep awake, and be

ready to start up at a moment's notice.

Pedro suspecting that food would benefit all hands, lighted the

galley-fire, and began to prepare some broth. He had before this gone

below, and quieted the blacks, who had naturally been alarmed at the

noise of the firing, not knowing what was happening. He now sat down in

a corner of the caboose with his arms folded, and fell asleep while

watching the soup boiling.

The night grew on, and morning was approaching. A breeze had sprung up

from the eastward with sufficient strength to disperse the mist, and to

keep back the usual land wind, which blows from the opposite direction,

while it ruffled the surface of the harbour into waves.

Just after the first streaks of dawn had appeared above the horizon,

Desmond caught sight of a number of boats collected up the harbour.

They appeared to be pulling towards the brigantine, but as the wind was

against them, and the current was setting in, they made but slow

progress. Desmond awoke Snatchblock, who had fallen asleep, and told

him what he had seen.

"Maybe the same fellows as before are coming to pay us a visit," he

answered. "If they are we will treat them the same as the last time."

"Don't call Mr Adair, he wants rest, and there will be time enough when

the boats get nearer." Ben, however, got up to have a lookout, and then

called the rest of the crew. He found Pedro still asleep in the caboose

with the soup boiling over; he asked him what he would wish to do.

"Get the soup ready first," said Pedro. "Then you lash me up as before,

I no wish fight."

The soup being ready, Desmond called Adair, who, as well as his crew,

found it very welcome.

"I doubt much whether those fellows will venture to attack us, though

it's as well to be prepared," he observed. "If they do, though there

may be twice as many as at first, we must beat them off."

Adair and the rest had been so engaged in watching the approaching

boats, that no one thought of looking eastward with the exception of

Desmond.

"There is a sail in the offing, and she is standing in for the harbour,

as far as I can make out," he exclaimed, as he held the glass still

raised through which he had been looking. Adair took it from him, and

eagerly watched the approaching vessel.

"You are right, my boy," he answered. "She seems to me a brig about the

size of the _Supplejack_, but we shall make her out more clearly in a

short time; if she is a friend those slaving rascals will not dare to

attack us."

"But she may be a slaver herself, and then she will assist them,"

whispered Desmond.

"And then we shall have to fight her as well, that is all I can say

about it," answered Adair.

"What do you make her out to be?" he asked of Ben, who just then came

aft.

"She is scarcely large enough for the corvette, or I should have

expected her to come in and look for us. That craft is a brig, and as

like to be the _Supplejack_ as any other," said Ben. "I don't think the

people in the boats have made her out yet, or they would save themselves

the trouble of a long pull against wind and tide."

Some time elapsed before the matter could be decided. The boats made

but slow progress, but the stranger standing on under all sail rapidly

approached the mouth of the harbour. Still the former would be

alongside, and if the Brazilians had sufficient determination, they

might cut the cable and tow the brigantine up the harbour, before the

brig could come to her assistance.

The Brazilians must have seen the stranger by this time, but probably

they did not believe that she was a man-of-war. They had now come

within musket-shot. Terence, on looking through the glass, saw that

there were several officers in uniform in the boats, and began to

suspect that they were really official characters, sent by the

government to inquire into the cause of the firing in the early part of

the night; he did not, therefore, wish to commence hostilities till he

had ascertained, if possible, their real character.

The stranger had now slightly to alter her course, when the English flag

blew out, and Adair had no longer any doubt that she was the

_Supplejack_.

The flag at the same time had been seen by the people in the boats.

Whatever were their intentions, they ceased pulling, apparently holding

a consultation; then putting about they made the best of their way up

the harbour. Terence felt very much inclined to let fly a volley at

them, but mercy, or prudence, prevailed, though if they were the pirates

they deserved any punishment he might inflict on them.

As the _Supplejack_ rounded to under the stern of the brigantine, Adair

hailed and said what had happened, when Rogers, accompanied by Tom and

McTavish, instantly came on board.

"You always come in the nick of time, Jack," exclaimed Adair, as they

shook hands; "we had a hard tussle last night, and we might have had a

harder this morning if you had not made your appearance, but how is it

that you have come in here?"

Jack replied that after the gale he had chased a slaver, which had led

him a long way out of his course, and having fallen in with the _Tudor_,

Murray directed him to look for the prize, and then to escort her to

Rio, whence she was to be sent to Sierra Leone.

McTavish doctored the wounded men, and Adair declared that he felt well

enough to go on shore with Rogers to lay his complaint before the

Government regarding the outrage which had been attempted in a friendly

port.

The Governor, Senhor Jose da Silva Souza, declared that he knew nothing

whatever about it; he had been astonished at hearing firing, and had

sent the captain of the port, with his attendant officials, to ascertain

the cause.

"They came in pretty strong force then, and I should have certainly

fired at them had they attempted to come on board. What redress can you

make us?" asked Adair.

"I will direct that the fellows be looked for, and if we catch them they

shall be tried and hung immediately."

"That will not be much satisfaction to us," observed Adair.

The Governor shrugged his shoulders, and Terence observed that he should

lay the matter before the admiral at Rio, who would certainly not allow

it to pass unnoticed.

The British consul, of course, said he would have the matter looked

into, but as there appeared to be no use in waiting longer, as soon as

Adair could obtain provisions and water, he and Rogers got up anchor and

sailed for Rio.

The only information the admiral was able to gain on the subject was,

that the attack had been made by a party of slave-dealers, who hoped to

surprise the brigantine, cut the throats of the prize-crew, and then

make sail to another port, and land the slaves, trusting of course to

the effects of bribery to escape detection.

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