"LET 'EM HAVE IT."
"That's your sort, my lads! Let 'em have it!" came in the boatswain's
gruff voice, as Murray reached the wide corridor-like landing of the
planter's house; and directly after one of the sailors shouted--
"I'm after you, Tommy, old man. Show the ugly foreign varmint what a
British bulldog is."
The words came from where a struggle was going on in one of the chambers
which the midshipman had helped to barricade before he left upon his
unfortunate mission to fetch help; and as the lad now crossed the
corridor and ran into the room, followed by Caesar, it was to see that
several of the enemy had gained a footing by rearing bamboos against the
windows, and evidently in their first charge had beaten the English
defenders back.
Murray rushed in just at the recoil, when Tom May had been roused to
action and with a couple of companions was obeying the admonition of his
messmate to show the varmint what British bulldogs might be.
Murray paused just inside the door of the lit-up room, excited and yet
amused by the man's action, for he saw the big sailor in the act of
rushing at a couple of the enemy, sticking the cutlass he bore between
his teeth, as trusting to his great strength and weight he charged with
doubled fists at the first, and in the contact drove him backwards with
a heavy thud against the man who followed, with the result that both
went down upon the floor and rolled over beneath the open window. Then
as if in one movement the great fellow ducked down, avoiding a blow
struck at him with a knife, seized the uppermost of the two enemies by
the waistbelt, flung him up to the full extent of his reach, and then
turning himself as it were into a human catapult, he hurled the fellow
at another of his companions and caught him just as he was climbing over
the window-sill.
The next instant the window-opening was clear, and the sound of a heavy
thud came up from below, along with savage oaths and yells, while Tom
May made at once for the man who had first attacked, and who was now
struggling to his feet looking as if he had had his neck twisted.
Tom closed with the savage half-breed, Malayan looking sailor, and, to
carry out his messmate's simile, seemed to regularly worry him as he
bore him backward.
But there were others of the enemy watching the encounter--one who had
previously reached the chamber, and another who had suddenly drawn
himself up and sprung over the sill.
This fellow drew back for a few moments to watch the struggle and await
his opportunity, before, heavy machete in hand, he sprang forward, to
make a savage cut that would have gone hard with Tom May, but Murray saw
the impending stroke, parried it with the cutlass he held, and then
struck upward with the hilt, catching the assailant full in the nose
with the heavy steel guard, staggering him for a moment, and then
thrusting home, the man went down, just in time for May's antagonist to
trip over backward, the two fellows yelling as they rolled over and
over.
"Come on, messmates," growled Tom May; and there was a short
continuation of the struggle before one after the other the enemy were
driven headlong from the window and the room was clear.
"Thankye, Mr Murray, sir," said the big sailor, taking the cutlass from
between his teeth. "You did that fine; didn't he, lads?"
"Splendid!" said the boatswain; "but what's the good of a cutlass, mate,
if you don't use it?"
"Hah! That's just what I was thinking of," said the big sailor. "I
just stuck it atween my tusks so as to tackle that ugly warmint, as I
thought it would be easier to chuck overboard, and then you see I was
too busy to ketch hold again. But it do seem comic, Mr Murray, sir,
don't it? But it have kep' it clean."
"Yes, Tom; and you cleared the deck magnificently."
"Did I, sir? Well, I'm glad I do'd some good; and fingers was made
afore forks, warn't they, sir? And pretty handy too."
"Yes, I suppose so, Tom; but look here, my lads," cried Murray sharply.
"Lay hold of that big old bedstead and draw it across the window. It
will block it up. Then clap that big wardrobe on the top."
"Ay, ay, sir!" cried the men, as they seized the heavy framework and ran
it across the opening, fastening it directly after in its place by
laying the heavy wardrobe across.
"That's done it tidy," cried the big sailor; "and that's the beauty of
having your orficer with yer to show yer what to do."
"None of your banter, Tom," cried the midshipman sternly.
"Beg pardon, sir," said the man, in protest. "'Twarn't done for that.
I meant it honest, sir. I shouldn't never have thought on it."
"All right," said Murray, smiling in the broad frank face. "Why, Tom,
it's a treat to be with you again."
"Is it, sir?" cried the man.
"That it is, Tom."
"But you don't mean it, sir. I say, ain't that what you called banter?"
"Banter? No, Tom; I'm only too glad to get back to you. But how are
you, Tom? Haven't you got hurt over these tussles?"
"Hurt, sir?" said the man, beginning to feel himself over. "I dunno,
sir. Bit sore like just there, and my shoulder's just a shade stiff."
"Yes, and there's some paint off your nose, Tommy," said the boatswain,
chuckling.
"Is there?" said the man, touching his rather prominent feature
tenderly. "Humph! It do feel a bit like it. Never mind; I'll report
mysen to the doctor when I get aboard again, and he'll put on a patch of
his solid black--that as he keeps ready to lay on all at once. But I
say, Mr Murray, sir," he added, closing up to his young officer, "you
did me good in saying what you did. I felt real bad without you, sir,
and as if I'd not been doing my dooty like to let you get away from me
as I did."
"Nonsense, Tom! Who could help it? But it was awkward to be separated
like that. I began to be afraid that we should never get together
again."
"Well, sir, that's just what I got a touch of, sir, but I pulled myself
up short, sir, and I says to myself, `Mr Murray's too good an orficer,'
I says, `not to find his way out of any hole as these slave-hunting
varmint would dig for him.'"
"There you go again, Tom," cried Murray angrily. "You know how I hate
flam."
"I'm blest, sir!" cried the man, in an ill-used tone. "Oh, you are hard
upon me, sir."
"Then you shouldn't stoop to flattery."
"Flattery, sir? Well, if that warn't honest I'm a Dutchman. I only
wish I'd got a witness, sir, as heared me say it, sir; but I only says
it to myself, and you don't believe him."
"Yes, I do, Tom," cried Murray.
"Hullo, sir! They're at it again somewhere else."
"Pst!" whispered Murray, holding up his hand and stepping on tiptoe
towards a door at one end of the room, partly hidden by a thick curtain.
The next moment he was signing to the men to follow him.
They were just in time, for a ladder had been raised against a narrow
slit of a window of what was fitted up as a bathroom, and as the lad
dashed in, it was to find that one of the slaver's men was in the act of
leaping down into the room, striking at the middy in his bound, and with
such force that he drove the lad headlong backwards, half stunning him
in his fall.
"Here, what is it?" cried Murray, after a few minutes, in a confused
manner. "Who did that?"
"Why, it was this here chap, sir," said Tom May. "Here, ketch hold of
his heels, man, and let's send him back to his mates; we don't want him
here."
"Who wounded him--who cut him?" cried Murray excitedly.
"I'm not quite sure, sir," said Tom May drily, "but I think as it was
me, sir. You see, he let himself go at you, sir, and I just give him a
tap."
"You've killed him, Tom," said the lad, in rather an awe-stricken tone.
"Nay, sir. Tap like that wouldn't take it out of him. I might ha' hit
a bit softer, but I was 'bliged to be sharp, or he'd ha' finished you
off, sir, and of course we didn't want that. There, let go your end,
messmate," continued the man, and still half dazed, Murray stood staring
as he saw one of their fierce-looking, half European, half Lascar-like
enemies passed out of the narrow window, bleeding profusely, and
disappear, his passing through the opening being followed by the dull
sound of a heavy fall.
"You've killed him, Tom!" cried Murray again, with his face
drawn-looking and strange.
"Nay, sir," grumbled the sailor, "but 'twouldn't ha' been my fault, sir,
if I had. Some un had to have it, and it was my dooty to see as it
warn't my orficer, sir. I do know that."
Murray was silent.
"Why, I say, sir, you'd ha' tapped one on 'em pretty hard on the head if
you'd ha' seen him coming at me; now wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I should," said Murray, with something like a sigh. "Look here,
Tom," he added hastily, "we have too many holes to keep closed. I want
some of the pieces of furniture crammed into these places. It ought to
have been done before."
"It was done, sir," grumbled the man. "That's what the first luff said,
sir, and we've been doing nothing else; but as fast as we stopped up the
beggars kep' on shoving the stuff out again with bamboos."
The high narrow window was, however, once more pretty securely blocked,
and for many hours to come the defenders of the place had their work cut
out to repel the attacks that were made, the two blacks proving
invaluable in keeping up a supply of water to drench the woodwork that
the enemy attacked with fire, so that pretty well a day had glided by
without much change having taken place.
It was evident that the slaving chief had a strong force at his disposal
in carrying on a desultory kind of siege of the plantation house, while
at the same time it seemed to the besieged that a sort of running fight
was being carried on with the _Seafowl_, whose guns were heard pretty
constantly, though during the afternoon that followed Murray's arrival
at the plantation it seemed that the brig must have followed the slaving
craft to the opposite side of the island, where firing was still going
on.
During a lull in the attack upon the planter's house, Lieutenant
Anderson busily inspected his defences, and, like a prudent officer, saw
to his supplies and examined as to whether he could not take further
measures for their protection and the setting at defiance of the enemy
for some time to come.
"He ought to have driven us out or taken us prisoners hours ago, Mr
Murray," he said, "for he has five times our force."
"Yes, sir; he seems to have," replied Murray.
"And yet we have managed to keep him at bay. He has the advantage of
being able to set scores of blacks to work fetching fuel to try and burn
us out, bringing up provisions, doing everything but fight--they are of
no use for that--while we have only two of the dark-skinned fellows; but
I must say those two have proved to be invaluable."
"Yes, sir. That man, Caesar--we have him to thank for showing us how to
utilise the water-tanks."
"Yes, and the underground supplies," said the lieutenant.
"And the whereabouts of the warehouses; otherwise we should have been
starved out."
"Yes, Mr Murray; we have been pretty fortunate, and I think we should
have been able to hold out if it were not for one thing."
"Should have been, sir?"
"Yes, of course, my lad. You see, I should have contented myself with
having remained standing upon the defensive until the captain came to
our help, though I should strongly have advocated a sally and the
cutting of the way to the sloop so as to receive the help of the doctor
for poor Mr Roberts--Eh? What were you going to observe?"
"That I venture to think that it would be the wisest plan in any case,
sir."
"No, not in any case, Mr Murray. You see, our position is a very
serious one."
"I don't think the men think so, sir."
"Eh? Do you think that they take a rosy view of it?"
"I'm sure they do, sir."
"Humph! Well, I mustn't damp them till the last extremity."
"But surely, sir--" began Murray.
"I surely see that you do not know what I know, Mr Murray."
"I suppose not, sir," said the lad.
"But I do not see why you as a youth growing into manhood, and who are
sharing with me the responsibilities of this position, should not know
everything."
"I think I do know everything, sir," said Murray, smiling, "and see
fully how precarious our position is."
"Indeed, Mr Murray?" said the lieutenant sadly.
"Yes, sir; I think I see all, and it makes me feel very proud to know
how brave and contented the men are, poor fellows! If I were in
command, sir, I should be delighted to see the confidence the men have
in their leader."
"Hah! Yes, my dear boy," said the lieutenant, smiling more sadly than
before. "Well, I think that perhaps I shall tell you all."
"All, sir? Is there a graver peril than I know of?"
"Yes, my lad, and I think that you ought to know--that is, if you would
rather share my knowledge than remain in ignorance."
"I would rather share the knowledge, sir, and try to help you," said the
lad firmly.
"Good! Then you shall; Mr Murray, we have a strong little fort here,
and provisions enough to last us a month."
"Yes, sir."
"But we shall be driven to cut our way somehow to the sloop."
"Why not attack one of the schooners, sir--board her--for there are
evidently more than one."
"Because we want the sinews of war, Mr Murray."
"Money, sir?" cried Murray.
"Tchah! Nonsense! Powder, my boy--powder."
"Why, sir, I thought--" began Murray.
"So did I, my lad; but unfortunately those blacks in supplying us with
water to saturate that last fire--"
"Threw it over the powder-supply, sir!" cried Murray, in horror.
"Yes, my lad; that is our position, and we have only a few charges
left."
"Hah! Well, sir," said Murray drawing a deep breath, "then we must use
the edges of our cutlasses."
"Good!" said the lieutenant, clapping the lad upon the shoulder. "I am
glad I told you, Mr Murray, for it has taught me that I have a brave
lad upon whom I can depend. Yes, my lad, we have edges to our
cutlasses, and when it comes to the last we must use them too."