PIRACY

For a moment I was overcome by astonishment and relief; my mouth half

opened and tears came into my eyes. My uncle stretched out his hand.

"Cheer up!" he said, smiling at my long face. "We're not beaten yet!

Before I tell you my side of the yarn, let's hear how our friend

Thursday Island happened to pick you up."

Speaking in a low voice, I told him of our fishing, of the squall, how

the canoe was swamped, how we had baled her, and how Schmidt had picked

us up. His only comment was a soft whistle when I spoke of how I had

nearly drowned before the sea went down. Then I told him of the

Cholita: her captain, the half-caste girl, Rairi, and the story I had

pieced together. As I finished, Uncle Harry nodded his head.

"That's it," he remarked--"not a doubt! That scoundrel Rairi--I wish

I'd handed him over to the authorities as I was tempted to do! I wish

also that I hadn't built my stateroom doors so well; they're solid oak,

an inch and a half thick, with hinges and locks to match! And Schmidt

took care to clear away everything movable: even the water-bottle's

gone! But I must tell you about last night.

"You know the family next door to Maruia's house--their baby died

yesterday, and when dinner was over I gave the men permission to go

ashore for the singing. It was careless, of course, but we've never

stood an anchor watch since we've been here. Pahuri stopped aboard--he

was asleep up forward--and I was in a pareu, working on my ledger. I

keep the books in the safe, you know, and the door of the safe, like

the stateroom door, was open. At about eleven o'clock I heard a boat

bump softly against the Tara's side, but Fatu was due to bring the men

aboard and I paid no attention to the sound. I glanced up from my work

a moment later, and there was Mr. Thursday Island Schmidt in the

doorway, with a big revolver cocked and aimed at my chest. He

requested me, very politely, to hold up my hands and keep them there,

and as my own gun was in a drawer behind me, I could see no way of

refusing him!

"The only men with Schmidt, I believe, were Rairi and some sort of

outlandish nigger. All I saw of the black man was a glimpse of his

fuzzy head outside the door, but Schmidt still keeping me covered,

ordered Rairi in to go through the contents of the safe. He wanted to

get me out of the way, but he saw that the safe was open and he was too

wise to turn his back on his partner, even for a moment. He's a cheeky

devil, Rairi: he gave me a sour grin that must have done him good.

First he pulled out the little drawer where I keep my loose money for

emergencies--about a thousand dollars in gold. He laid it on the

table, and as Schmidt glanced down I was tempted to have a go at him.

But I knew his reputation, and I knew that Rairi was aching for a

chance at me. At that moment, when I was half decided to try to knock

Schmidt out, I was distracted by a glimpse of something that escaped

him altogether. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rairi's hand shoot

out suddenly behind his back and come up to his waist, where he seemed

to fumble for an instant with the tuck of his pareu. I looked more

closely--one of the small round tobacco-tins was missing from the row

on the shelf! Rairi stooped down as though he had just perceived them,

gathered the little boxes in a double handful, and stepped across the

room to lay them on the table beside the drawer of gold. 'Pearls,

perhaps,' he said.

"Schmidt showed signs of interest at that. He ordered Rairi to open

them, and gave each lot a glance, one after the other, but he never

relaxed his watch on me. Thursday Island is not a man to trifle

with--he's proved that over and over again! 'A nice lot of pearls, Mr.

Selden,' he observed, grinning behind his beard; 'there will be a

sensation on Tahiti when they learn that the gold-lipped shell has been

acclimatized. The Government will owe you a debt for the discovery.'

"I'd been keeping an eye on the pearls and when the last tin was opened

I saw that the Twins were missing: by the purest chance, Rairi's

thieving hand had landed on their box. I was on the point of telling

Schmidt that the pearls he had seen were not bad, but that the finest

of the lot were in the tuck of his partner's waistband. I don't know

why I didn't speak,--they might have had a row which would have given

me my chance--but for some reason I kept my mouth shut. When Rairi had

made a bundle of my papers and made sure that there was nothing else of

value in the safe, Schmidt told him to clear all the loose stuff out of

the stateroom across the way. Then he invited me to make myself at

home here until his business was done. He spent some time in assuring

himself that the door and lock were strong. 'It may ease your mind,'

he said, polite as a dancing-master, 'to know that your nephew is safe;

I picked him up yesterday at sea; he'll join you presently.'

"They must have overlooked Pahuri when they first came aboard. As the

German left my door I heard a racket up forward: that half-caste,

mauling the old man in a way that made me see red. I was fool enough

to try to break down the door until Schmidt bellowed out something that

stopped the noise."

My uncle held up his hands to show me the knuckles, bruised and clotted

with blood.

"The noise must have given the alarm to Fatu," he went on, "for a few

minutes afterward he put off with Ivi and Ofai in the boat. The

current had swung the Tara around so that I could see what followed out

of the porthole. Schmidt heard them launching the boat and called his

men. He had a powerful electric torch and when he flashed it toward

the land I saw my boys taking their places at the oars, Fatu in the

stern, and ten or a dozen divers on the beach. Schmidt growled out an

order to his partner and I heard Rairi's voice raised to warn the boat

away. But our men paid no attention; the light showed them making for

the Tara at top speed.

"'Let them have it, then!' bawled Thursday Island. I heard two rifles

crack, the snap and click of the levers, and two more quick shots. Ivi

dropped his oar and sank down on the grating with a hand to his

shoulder. Fatu sprang to his feet, snatched up the oar, and took the

wounded man's place, to pull straight for the schooner. Rairi and the

nigger would have slaughtered them like sheep, but they held their fire

when I shouted through the porthole, telling my men to go back; that a

strange schooner was in the lagoon, that her skipper had made me

prisoner, and that they had best leave the affair in my hands. There

isn't a gun of any sort ashore and I don't want to be rescued at the

cost of half a dozen lives! Well, they obeyed me and went ashore. The

sound of the shooting roused the whole camp--things have been humming

ever since. Perhaps Fatu has some scheme for setting me free; Schmidt

seems to think so at any rate, for he and his men went to work on the

windlass, got the anchor off the bottom, and allowed the Tara to drift

offshore with the current before they anchored her again. As for the

fix we're in, the worst that can happen is that we'll lose our pearls.

I doubt if even Schmidt has the audacity to load a hundred tons of

shell under the noses of the men ashore--I wonder if he would dare?

What sort of crew has he--many men he can trust for this sort of

villainy?"

I said that I believed most of Schmidt's men were newly shipped, that

aside from Rairi and the black they seemed an average lot of natives,

not particularly bad. From Marama's words and what I had seen of the

man himself, I judged that Tua, the mate, was a first-class fellow,

beginning to feel qualms about the company in which he found himself.

"Tua," remarked Uncle Harry, musingly, "Tua--that's not a common name!

Did he ship in Papeete? He isn't by any chance a youngish chap, rather

light brown and more than six feet tall? That's the man? By Jove!

I'd like fifteen minutes alone with him--he's Maruia's foster son!"

A sound of voices put an end to our talk. Schmidt and the black man

had come across in the dinghey and were making her fast alongside.

Raita was with them, for I heard the captain order her roughly to climb

aboard. There was a step on the deck overhead; a sound made me look up

and I saw that a basket of food had been lowered to our porthole.

Schmidt hailed us.

"I am sorry, Mr. Selden," he said, "that your lunch comes late. For

me, these are busy days!" He spoke with a kind of cool politeness he

had not troubled to affect toward me. I never heard any man speak

rudely to my uncle; even now, while he lay helpless to resent an

injury, Schmidt chose to address him courteously. Water was to be had

at the tap, and we ate with good appetites while Schmidt conversed with

my uncle through the stateroom door. He had come below for a yarn, he

said, and he seemed in a communicative mood.

"My friend Rairi," he began abruptly, "does not love that old man of

yours. Last night, when he tied his hands, he hurt him more than I

thought necessary--I believed that he was taking him back to the

schooner that he might bind up his wounds. To-day I found that old man

delirious in the sun, and I was forced to speak plainly. Ach! A

savage--I have had more than enough of the native--It would be good if

business did not deprive me of your company."

"See here, Schmidt," remarked my uncle good-naturedly, "do you realize

that this business of yours is apt to deprive you of all company except

your own, for a good many years to come? You have brains, man--use

them! So far, you've played your cards well: we'll grant that you are

able to get away from Iriatai with the pearls. You know pearls. I'll

be frank: they're worth forty or fifty thousand at least. But think of

the future--you can't do this sort of thing nowadays. Matters were

different twenty years ago. Sooner or later this affair will be the

talk of the Pacific. Think of the wireless, man--they'll be looking

for you in every port in the world! Don't mistake me,--I'm not telling

you this for your own good,--but the lawyers have a very unkind name

for what you are doing. Think it over, Schmidt. If you're wise,

you'll return what you've taken and clear out of Iriatai. As a matter

of fact I rather admire your nerve. If you'll turn over Rairi to me,

I'll let the matter drop at that."

The answer to my uncle's words was a rumbling chuckle; I could fancy

the ironical glint in the German's cold blue eyes. "A handsome offer,"

he said mockingly. "You are more than kind! Since you are good enough

to be frank, I will be frank as well. As for thinking, mine was done

long ago. I do not fear all the warships and all the wireless in the

world! There can be no harm in telling you, for that matter; in

estimating my chances of escape, you can amuse yourself for the next

day or two.

"This morning I took my glasses and had a look ashore. A nice stack of

shell you have made ready for me, under the shed! That I must have.

If there is trouble in loading it and any of your men are hurt, they

will have themselves to blame. Bloodshed I do not like: it is always

foolishness! Without an axe you will not break out of your stateroom.

Matches I have left you and you could set fire to the schooner, but

that would be for you unpleasant and would only save me trouble in the

end. If you should succeed in breaking out, always there will be one

of my men to deal with. Kwala, the black, is a Malaita boy--not a man

to trifle with. And Rairi I do not trust overmuch myself; he is a

primitive, and he bears you an old grudge. I was nervous last night

when he brought me in through the pass; did you know that long ago he

lived on this island? Yes--his mother was one of the savage women

deported by the French. So you see, I put you out of my mind."

"Well," said my uncle in an amused voice, "suppose you do load the

shell and get away from Iriatai. Can't you see that your troubles

would only be beginning then?"

"Ach, Mr. Selden," said Schmidt with reproachful irony, "you do me

injustice! Remember, please, I am a man of resource. There can be no

harm in it: I shall open my heart to you and tell the truth--what my

vulgar Australian friends used to call, in their picturesque way, the

'straight griffin,' or the 'dinkum oil.' First of all, much though I

regret, I must scuttle your pretty Tara. When I am ready to leave and

the holes are bored, the key will be given you through the porthole in

time, that you may swim to land before the schooner goes down. Your

boats I shall tow to sea with me. I hope you are not foolhardy enough

to venture to sea in the native canoe. Many months will pass before

information can be laid against me. One chance I take--that a schooner

might put in here soon after I leave; but that chance is small. Like

your schooner, the Cholita is of French registry now; on paper, my

mate, Tua, is her captain; I am cleared for the Paumotus, to pick up

copra and shell. What shall I do? The simple thing, which all my life

I have found the wisest: go straight to Tahiti, sell my cargo to the

highest bidder, and clear once more for the Paumotus within a week. As

for the gold-lipped shell, there will be a hint of a discovery in a

remote lagoon; I can see now the wise ones among the traders hastening

to a place five hundred miles from Iriatai! My men may talk, but two

things will close their mouths, I think--love of money and fear of me.

Clear of Tahiti, my beard and my schooner's topmasts will come off; she

will have a new name and a new set of papers. At filling them out, I

am clever--you would be surprised! Then, one fine day, long before

they have come to look for you on Iriatai, a strange schooner will put

into a far-away port, South America, perhaps, or among the Dutch East

Indies--Ach--who knows? There is a Chinaman in Gillolo who would

gladly take the schooner off my hands. It is a sad thing to grow old,

my friend; I am tired of the Pacific and of this wandering life. Much

is forgotten in twenty years; it is my dream to settle quietly in the

German village where I was born--But you must excuse me--I hear my good

Rairi calling!"

I heard Rairi's voice and the sound of Schmidt's footsteps as he

climbed on deck. Then all was silent for an hour or more, while my

uncle and I spoke in low tones of our predicament. Suddenly there was

a whispering at our door--the voice of Raita. the half-caste girl.

"Eh, boy," she said rapidly, "you hear me? No talk loud--Kwala, that

black man, on deck! Schmidt, Rairi, they go aboard Cholita. You got

_kaikai_--got water? Good--me 'fraid you hungry. Listen: Raita tell

you what they do. Schmidt go Cholita tell that mate, Tua, go ashore.

Tua tell people on island stop in bush to-morrow; suppose they come on

beach, they get shot! When Tua come back, Schmidt, Rairi come aboard

this schooner sleep. Keep pearls here. When dark, maybe me swim

ashore hide in bush."

"Raita," I called softly, as a sudden idea came to me, "wait by the

door for a minute. I want to speak to you when I've talked with my

uncle."

I climbed into the upper berth and squeezed my head and shoulders

through the porthole. It was as I thought; no man could have passed

through such a narrow aperture, but the feat was possible for a slender

boy. "Listen, Uncle Harry," I whispered as I climbed down to his side,

"you heard what that woman said; now see what you think of the plan I

have in mind. Schmidt has sent Tua ashore to warn the people to keep

away from the beach while he loads our shell. Tua, you say, is

Maruia's foster son, and I feel sure that he and most of the crew are

uneasy in their minds. This is my plan: we can see the shore from our

porthole, and if, by the time it is dark, Tua has not returned to the

Cholita, I will wriggle through the port and swim ashore. It will be

easy, I think, to explain the situation to Tua and to our divers. Tua

can go off to the Cholita and tell his crew what kind of venture they

are engaged in. Once they understand, I'm sure there won't be a hand

raised to help Schmidt to-night. Then, in the darkness after the moon

has set, I'll swim off quietly with Fatu, Ofai, and a few of the

divers, climb aboard and take the Tara by surprise. Once we have

Schmidt and his two followers, there'll be no trouble with the others,

I think. We must decide quickly--let me try!"

For a moment, while I waited in suspense, my uncle puffed meditatively

at his cigar. His eyes were half closed and he seemed scarcely to have

heard what I had said. Suddenly, with a shrug of his shoulders, he

spoke.

"Very well, Charlie--see what you can do. But take care of yourself.

Remember that I'd rather lose the Tara and all the shell than have

anything happen to you! It's the devil to have to sit here helpless

while those scoundrels sail away with our property. I was beginning to

believe they held the winning cards! You've a level head, old man;

this plan of yours has a chance of working out, I should say. Can you

really squeeze through that porthole? By Jove! I'd give something to

have the laugh on our friend Herr Schmidt!"

Before he had finished I was at the door. "Raita!" I whispered; and

when I heard her answering voice, I told her that I planned to escape

through the porthole and swim ashore. Knowing her hatred of Schmidt, I

confided the fact that we were going to attack the schooner that night,

and begged her to leave a rope's end hanging over the stern. The girl

was all eager excitement. The blood of a fierce and vengeful people

ran in her veins.

"Guk!" she exclaimed. "Maybe you kill Schmidt, eh? Me too much happy!

Stop aboard now. That other man--tell him when plenty dark me get axe

from galley. He watch porthole, eh? Suppose you come aboard--he break

door, go help kill Schmidt! Guk! Me like see that!"

"It's lucky you made friends with her," remarked my uncle quizzically,

when Raita was gone; "I should dislike to have that young lady for an

enemy! Well, if she doesn't forget that axe, I'll do my best to

entertain her!"