Murray thought that the American screwed up his eyes in a peculiar way
when he found that the two boats were to go in advance of the sloop, but
he had no opportunity for telling Roberts what he believed he had seen,
while so busy a time followed and his attention was so much taken up
that it was not till long afterwards that he recalled what he had noted.
The American, upon rejoining his lugger, sailed away at once with the
two boats in close attendance and the sloop right behind, their pilot
keeping along the dingy mangrove-covered shore and about half-a-mile
distant, where no opening seemed visible; and so blank was the outlook
that the first lieutenant had turned to his young companion to say in an
angry whisper--
"I don't like this at all, Mr Murray." But the words were no sooner
out of his mouth than to the surprise of both there was a sudden
pressure upon the lugger's tiller, the little vessel swung round, and
her cut-water pointed at once for the densely wooded shore, so that she
glided along in a course diagonal to that which she had been pursuing.
"Why, what game is he playing now?" muttered the lieutenant. "There is
no opening here. Yes, there is," he added, the next minute. "No wonder
we passed it by. How curious! Ah, here comes the moon."
For as the great orb slowly rose and sent her horizontal rays over the
sea in a wide path of light, she lit-up what at first sight seemed to be
a narrow opening in the mangrove forest, but which rapidly spread out
wider and wider, till as the three boats glided gently along, their
sails well filled by the soft sea breeze, Murray gazed back, to see that
the sloop was now following into what proved to be a wide estuary, shut
off from seaward by what appeared now in the moonlight a long narrow
strip of mangrove-covered shore.
"River," said the lieutenant decisively, "and a big one too. Now, Tom
May, steady with the lead."
"Ay, ay, sir!" cried the man, and he began to take soundings, one of the
sailors in the second cutter receiving his orders and beginning to
follow the example set.
Then there was a hail from the lugger.
"What game do you call this?"
"Soundings," replied the lieutenant gruffly.
"Twenty fathom for miles up, and you can go close inshore if _you_ like.
It's all alike."
"P'raps so," said the officer, "but my orders are to sound."
"Sound away, then," said the American sourly; "but do you want to be a
week?" And he relapsed into silence, till about a couple of miles of
the course of the wide river had been covered, sounding after sounding
being taken, which proved the perfect truth of the American's words.
Then the two cutters closed up and there was a brief order given by the
first lieutenant, which resulted in the second cutter beginning to make
its way back to where the sloop lay in the mouth of the estuary.
"What yer doing now?" came from the lugger.
"Sending word to the sloop that there's plenty of water and that she may
come on."
"Course she may, mister," grumbled the American. "Think I would ha'
telled yew if it hedn't been all right? Yew Englishers are queer fish!"
"Yes," said the lieutenant quietly. "We like to feel our way cautiously
in strange waters."
"Then I s'pose we may anchor now till your skipper comes? All right,
then, on'y you're not going to get up alongside of the schooner this
side of to-morrow morning, I tell yew."
"Very well, then, we must take the other side of her the next morning."
The American issued an order of his own in a sulky tone of voice,
lowering his sails; and then there was a splash as a grapnel was dropped
over the side.
"Hadn't yew better anchor?" he shouted good-humouredly now. "If yew
don't yew'll go drifting backward pretty fast."
For answer the lieutenant gave the order to lower the grapnel, and
following the light splash and the running out of the line came the
announcement of the sailor in charge as he checked the falling rope--
"No bottom here."
"Takes a tidy long line here, mister," came in the American's sneering
voice. "Guess your sloop's keel won't touch no bottom when she comes
up."
The lieutenant made no reply save by hoisting sail again and running to
and fro around and about the anchored lugger, so as to pass the time in
taking soundings, all of which went to prove that the river flowed
sluggishly seaward with so little variation in the depth that the
soundings were perfectly unnecessary.
It was tedious work, and a couple of hours passed before, pale and
spirit-like at first, the other cutter came into sight in the pale
moonlight, followed by the sloop, when the American had the lugger's
grapnel hauled up and ran his boat alongside of the first cutter.
"Look here," he said angrily, "yewr skipper's just making a fool of me,
and I may as well run ashore to my plantation, for we shan't do no good
to-night."
The man's words were repeated when the sloop came up, and a short
discussion followed, which resulted in the captain changing his orders.
"The man's honest enough, Anderson," he said, "and I must trust him."
"What do you mean to do, then, sir?" said the first lieutenant, in a low
tone.
"Let him pilot us to where the slaver lies."
"With the lead going all the time, sir?"
"Of course, Mr Anderson," said the captain shortly. "Do you think me
mad?"
"I beg your pardon, sir," replied the chief officer. "Perhaps it will
be best."
It proved to be best so far as the American's temper was concerned, for
upon hearing the captain's decision, he took his place at the tiller of
his lugger and led the way up the great river, followed by the stately
sloop, whose lead as it was lowered from time to time told the same
unvarying tale of deep water with a muddy bottom, while as the river's
winding course altered slightly, the width as far as it could be made
out by the night glasses gave at least a couple of miles to the shore on
either hand.
From time to time the first cutter, in obedience to the captain's
orders, ran forward from where she was sailing astern--the second cutter
swinging now from the davits--crept up alongside of the lugger, and
communicated with her skipper; and Murray's doubts grew more faint, for
everything the American said sounded plausible.
The night was far spent when another of these visits was paid, and as
the coxswain hooked on alongside of the lugger the American leaned over
to speak to the lieutenant, but turned first to Murray. "Well, young
mister," he said; "sleepy?"
"No, not at all," was the reply. "Good boy; that's right; but if your
skipper hadn't been so tarnation 'spicious yew might have had a good
snooze. Wall, lieutenant, I was just waiting to see you, and I didn't
want to hail for fear our slave-hunting friend might be on his deck and
hear us. Talk about your skipper being 'spicious, he's nothing to him.
The way in which the sound of a shout travels along the top of the water
here's just wonderful, and my hail might spyle the hull business."
"But we're not so near as that?" asked the lieutenant.
"Ain't we? But we jest are! See that there bit of a glimpse of the
mountains straight below the moon?"
"Yes," said the lieutenant; "but I should have taken it for a cloud if
you had not spoken."
"That's it," said the skipper; "that's where the river winds round at
the foot, and the quieter yewr people keep now the better. Oh yes, yewr
skipper has knocked all my calc'lations on the head, I can tell yew.
That there sloop sails A1, and she's done much more than I 'spected."
"I'm glad of it," said the lieutenant, while Murray's spirits rose.
"So'm I," said the man, with a chuckle; "and now it's turned out all
right I don't mind 'fessing."
"Confessing! What about?"
"Why, this here," said the man. "Your skipper had wasted so much time
with his soundings and messing about that I says to myself that if I
tried to see the business out our Portygee friend would see me mixed up
with it all and take the alarm. Yewr sloop wouldn't get near him, for
he'd run right up the river where you couldn't follow, and he'd wait his
time till you'd gone away, and then come down upon me as an informer.
D'you know what that would mean for me then?"
"Not exactly," replied the lieutenant, "but I can guess."
"Zackly," said the man, and he turned sharply upon Murray and made a
significant gesture with one finger across his throat.
"Look here," said the lieutenant, "don't talk so much, my friend."
"That's just what I want yew to go and tell your skipper, mister. Tell
him to give orders that his men are not to say a word above a whisper,
for if it's ketched aboard the schooner our friend will be off."
"I will tell him," said the lieutenant; "but now tell me what you mean
to do?"
"To do? Jest this; put your vessel just where she can lie low and send
three or four boats to steal aboard the schooner and take her. Yew can
do that easy, can't yew, without firing a shot?"
"Certainly," said the lieutenant; "and what about you?"
"Me? Get outer the way as fast as I can, I tell yew. I'm not a
fighting man, and I've got to think of what might happen if you let the
slaver slip. See?"
"Yes, I see," said the lieutenant; "but you need not be alarmed for
yourself. Captain Kingsberry will take care that no harm shall befall
you."
"Think so, mister?"
"I am sure so, my friend. But now tell me this; how soon do you think
that you can lay us abreast of that schooner?"
"Jest when you like now, mister. What I've set down as being best is,
say, about daybreak."
"Exactly; that will do."
"Jest what I said to myself. Daybreak's the time when everybody aboard
will be fast asleep, for they don't carry on there like yew do aboard a
man-o'-war with your keeping watch and that sort of thing."
"Of course not," said the officer. "Well, then, I may go and tell the
captain what _you_ say?"
"That's jest as yew like, mister. I should if it was me."
"Exactly. And you feel sure that you can keep your word?"
"Wish I was as sure of getting hold of that there piece o' territory,
mister, and the nigger chief cleared away."
"Then you don't feel quite sure?" put in Murray.
"Course I don't, young officer. There's many a pick at a worm as turns
out a miss, ain't there? How do I know that my Portygee neighbour
mayn't slip off through your boats making too much of a row instead of
creeping up quiet? You mean right, all of you, but I shan't feel sure
till you've made a prisoner of that chap and scattered the nigger chief
and his men where they'll be afraid to come back. Now then; you said
something about talking too much. I'm going to shut up shop now and
give my tongue a holiday till I've laid you where you can send your
boats to do their work. But I say, just one word more, mister," said
the man anxiously; and the lieutenant felt his hand tremble as he laid
it upon his arm; "yew will be careful, won't yew?"
"Trust us," replied the lieutenant.
"That's what I'm a-doing; but jest you think. It puts me in mind of the
boys and the frogs in your English moral story--what may be fun to yew
may be death to me. Tell your skipper that he must take all the care he
can."
"I will," said the lieutenant.
"But look here; perhaps I'd better come aboard and say a word to him.
Don't you think I might?"
"No," was the reply.
"But what do yew say, young mister?"
"I say no too," replied Murray. "Your place is here aboard your
lugger."
"Wall, I suppose you're right," half whimpered the man, "for we're
getting tidy nigh now, and I don't want anything to go wrong through my
chaps making a mistake. I'll chance it, so you'd best get aboard your
vessel. Tell the skipper I shall do it just at daylight. Less than
half-an-hour now. Then'll be the time."
"One moment," said Murray, as the lieutenant was about to give the order
for the coxswain to unhook and let the cutter glide back to the sloop.
"Yes, mister; what is it?"
"What's that dull roaring sound?"
"Roaring sound? One of them howling baboon beasts in the woods perhaps.
Calling its mates just before sunrise."
"No, no; I mean that--the sound of water."
"Oh, _that_!" said the man. "Yes, yew can hear it quite plain, and
we're nigher than I thought. That's on my ground over yonder. Bit of a
fall that slops over from the river and turns a little sugar-mill I've
got. There, cast off and tell your skipper to look out and be smart.
Less than half-an-hour I shall be taking yew round a big point there is
here, and as soon as it's light enough when yew get round, yew'll be
able to see the chief's huts and thatched barracks where he cages his
blackbirds, while the schooner will be anchored out in front, waiting
for you to have sailed away. Her skipper will be taken all on the hop.
He'll never think of seeing you drop upon him."
"He'll never suspect that the way up the river will be found out?" said
the lieutenant.
"That's it, mister; but you'll tell your skipper to be spry and careful,
for if yew don't do it right it'll be death to me."
"I see," said the lieutenant rather hoarsely from excitement. "Now
then, my man, cast off."
"One moment," said the American, and Murray saw him through the paling
moonlight raise his hand as if to wipe his brow. "You quite understand,
then? The river gives a big bend round to left, then another to the
right, and then one more to the left, jest like a wriggling wum. Tell
your skipper to follow me close so as to run by me as soon as he sees
the schooner lying at anchor. She'll come into sight all at once from
behind the trees like, and whatever you do, run close aboard and grapple
her. Her skipper'll have no time to show fight if you do your work to
rights. I'm all of a tremble about it, I tell yew, for it means so much
to me. There; my work's jest about done, and I'm going to run for the
shore out of the way. I don't want the Portygee to get so much as a
sniff of me."
"Cast off," said the lieutenant; and as the cutter dropped back free,
the lugger seemed to spring forward into faint mist, which began to show
upon the broad surface of the great river, while the sloop glided up
alongside, one of the men caught the rope that was heaved to them, and
directly after Murray missed their pilot and his swift craft, for it was
eclipsed by the _Seafowl_ as she glided between, right in the lugger's
wake.