CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.

On hearing this explanation I at first felt inclined to laugh, but my

mirthful inclinations were soon dissipated. The serious tone of my

companion's voice, and, above all, the earnest manner of the skipper and

king, as they talked the subject between them, at once proved that the

thing was no joke.

The captain did not at first appear desirous of acceding to the request

of the negro; but the latter appeared to press the point with so much

solicitation and earnestness that the white ruffian, stimulated by

feelings of cupidity, evidently began to yield. Five blacks were

offered in exchange for me--so Brace said, and they were now squabbling

about a sixth! The captain had, in fact, virtually consented to sell

me--it was only a question of price!

I was perfectly horrified when I learned this much. Brace himself was

greatly troubled--for he knew well that the brute in whose power I was

would have no scruples in making such a bargain. The only reason he

refused at first was because he had found me useful on board his barque,

but if he could add six able-bodied blacks to his cargo--six that would

fetch 200 pounds each on the Brazilian coast, that would be a

consideration that would far outbalance any service of mine. Of course

he felt no responsibility about the matter. To whom was he

accountable?--a slaver! an outlaw! Where and when was I ever to report

or punish him! Nowhere and never. He might have sold me into slavery a

dozen times--taken my life, if it had so pleased him, without the

slightest danger of being called to account for it--and he well knew

this.

No wonder then I became horrified. The idea of becoming the slave of

that hideous and greasy savage--that cruel monster--a wholesale dealer

in human lives--a trafficker in flesh and blood. Oh! it was revolting!

I can hardly describe the remainder of that trying scene. I was in such

agony I knew not how to act, or what to say. I remember being told that

the bargain was concluded, that the king had agreed to give six blacks

for me, and the skipper had consented to take them; and to prove that

this was really so, I saw the latter step out of the boat and return to

the hut, arm in arm with the gross savage. They were gone, so said

Brace, to conclude the bargain over a glass of rum.

I raved, and shouted, and threatened, and, perhaps at that moment,

blasphemed. I was not master of my speech, nor yet of my actions. I

was so appalled with the prospect before me that I could have thrown

myself into the river. Oh! it seemed a horrible fate--thus to be sold

into worse than captivity--a slavery worse than death, to live the slave

of a barbarous monster, with no hope of deliverance, for whence could

deliverance come? Oh! it seemed a horrible fate! and I was almost

frantic.

My cries and gestures only drew laughter from the crowd of blacks that

still lingered upon the bank, and some of them mocked and taunted me in

their native gibberish. Even the men in the boat did not care much

about the matter.

Brace alone felt and sympathised with me, but what could he do? I saw

from his manner that he felt powerless to protect me. They would have

mastered and punished him, had he opposed their wishes.

I wondered, however, that he kept so cool and quiet. I fancied he might

have shown more feeling; but I was wronging him. He felt keenly, and I

soon learnt the cause of his being so silent. He had been busy all the

while--busy with his thoughts--busy in maturing a plan for my escape.

As soon as the captain and king had gone back from the bank, my

companion shifted a little nearer; and in a low, muttering voice that

could not be heard by the rest, thus addressed me:--

"No help for't, my lad--sold you for six blacks. Go along wi' king--

pretend to go willin', or they'll tie you. Don't be obstropelous an'

get tied--be patient and keep sharp look out till `_Pandy_' trips

anchor, then gie 'em the slip--easy enough in the dark--keep down the

bank o' the river--near the mouth take to water--swim straight for

barque--I'll be on the look out and throw ye a rope's end. Don't fear

to come on--old Mugs won't mind your getting aboard--only too glad to

get you back an' play Dingo Bingo a trick. Mind an' do as I've told

you. Avast, hush--yonder they come."

Delivered as this speech was, half in whisper, and half in interrupted

mutterings, I comprehended its reasonable design, and had just time to

promise obedience to its directions when I perceived the captain

returning to the boat.

He was not alone. The king was waddling by his side, and just behind

them were six large negroes, chained two and two, and driven forward by

as many armed myrmidons of their own colour.

It was for the first six I was to be "swopped," or rather had already

been, for the bargain was concluded and the blacks were being delivered

over to form part of the slaver's cargo.

These new "bultos" were not slaves--at least, they had not been such ten

minutes before. They were some of the regular followers of the negro

king; and, but a short while ago, carried muskets and formed part of his

military array, ready to kill or capture his enemies at his nod, or even

his friends if bidden. But fortune is fickle to such heroes, and their

more favoured companions had just been directed to capture them and

deliver them over to a life-long bondage.

In a few minutes more they were huddled unceremoniously into the boat,

while I was pulled out of it with as little ceremony and handed over to

my new master upon the bank.

No doubt the skipper was surprised that I made so little opposition, and

the king seemed equally pleased--for he conducted me with a species of

drunken politeness into the palace and insisted upon my drinking with

him a glass of his best rum.

I looked through the apertures of the upright palms that formed the

walls of the hut. I saw the gig cross over to the anchored vessel, and

those whom she carried mount over the gangway. The boat was then rowed

astern, the tackle was let down from above, and in a few minutes she was

hauled high out of water to her place under the poop.

No longer had I a chance to reach the barque without swimming for it,

and for that was now to prepare myself.

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