The morning preceding the storm I have described was very lovely, and
the pirate chief had gone out at an early hour; and was standing on the
edge of the cliff overlooking the harbour and the sea, while he
meditated on the plan of some future predatory expedition he had
proposed to himself to undertake on board the _Sea Hawk_. He was
interrupted in a short time by the appearance of one of his followers,
who had come up the ravine from the bay below.
"Pardon, chief, for my thus coming on you without warning; but I have
tidings of importance to communicate," said the man, making a
reverential obeisance.
"What is it, Baldo?" asked Zappa. "Haste, I am always impatient of
news."
"It is this, chief. A boat arrived this morning, soon after break of
day, from the island of Naeiri, and a man, who has come in her,
Gerassimo Listi, one of the scouts, states that a British ship of war
has been anchored some days at the farther end of it, and that he
suspects--"
"Where is the man, this Gerassimo Listi?" exclaimed Zappa, interrupting
him suddenly. "I want not to hear his suspicions--I will examine him--
where is he, I say?"
"Under the walls of the tower, chief, waiting your return," replied the
man.
"Send him hither instantly," said Zappa. "Then go in search of Vlacco,
and tell him I would speak with him--I may have need of his counsel."
The man hurried off to obey the orders he had received, while Zappa
stood, with his arms folded on his bosom, waiting the coming of the
messenger.
"A ship of war, and British," he muttered. "There must be some cause
for her coming here. She may possibly be in search of me; but yet, how
can it be known where I am to be found? and that English merchant
vessel, I took good care that neither she nor any on board should tell
tales. Well, friend, what news do you bring me?" he asked, turning to a
man in the costume of a Greek fisherman, who now approached. "Haste,
tell it me."
"Why, chief, for the last six days, in a sheltered bay, to the west end
of our island, a brig of war, carrying eighteen guns, has been at
anchor. When she first came in, I thought she had come to remain one or
two nights only, to supply herself with water, for there is a fine
spring there, and perhaps with fuel; but she hoisted no flag, and seemed
to have no intention of communicating with the shore; and, instead of
going away, there she remained, day after day, till my suspicions of her
intentions were excited. I watched her narrowly for some time, and even
pulled close round her two days ago; and I am convinced, from her
appearance, and the language I heard spoken, that she is British. Now,
it struck me, knowing what sort of character were the people of that
nation, that she had come there for the purpose of looking out after the
_Sea Hawk_, or the mistico; and as soon as I arrived at this conclusion,
I hurried off to bring you the information."
"I believe your suspicions are turned in the right direction; and it
will be necessary to be on our guard," replied the pirate, who had
listened somewhat impatiently to the man's account.
"But here comes Vlacco--we will hear what is his opinion on the
subject."
The consultation between the pirate and his lieutenant-governor--for so
we may designate old Vlacco--was earnest and brief.
The result was that Zappa instantly descended the cliffs, down to the
bay, where the loud blast of a horn speedily collected a large number of
his followers, always ready to undertake any exploits in which he led
them.
He selected as many as he required for his purpose, and ordered them to
prepare for embarking in the mistico, called the _Zoe_, in the space of
a quarter of an hour. Meantime, he despatched a messenger to the tower
to bring his arms and some dress, which might serve him as a disguise
should it be necessary.
The island spoken of lay about thirty miles to the westward of the
harbour; and, towards it, the mistico, as she emerged from between the
cliffs, shaped her course under all sail, with the wind on the larboard
beam. The little vessel flew across the water at a rapid rate; for,
though the sea was smooth, there was a fresh breeze to fill the sails.
All the crew were in high spirits--they invariably were when Zappa led
them, as they believed he would always show them where plunder was to be
obtained; and they were not a little disappointed when he thought fit to
inform them that he now required them to perform a service not only of
no profit, but with considerable danger attending it; and yet one which
was absolutely necessary, as the safety of the island demanded it.
"You must understand, my friends, that, if the brig we have heard of,
is, as I have every reason to believe, a British man-of-war, her purpose
is either to watch for our _Sea Hawk_, and to attack her the next time
she goes out of harbour, or to destroy our strongholds on shore. How,
though, in the latter point, I do not think she would have any chance of
success, we should find her a remarkably disagreeable antagonist to the
brig; in fact, to confess the truth, it would be wiser to run away than
to fight her. Those English are determined fellows; they will tight as
long as their own ship is afloat; and, on your decks afterwards, if they
can manage to get there. Now, if I find that my suspicions are
correct--and I shall venture on board even to ascertain their purpose--
my proposal is, that we treat the enemy as we treated the Turks; we will
watch our opportunity; and, during some dark night, we will let a
fire-ship float down across their bows when they are not dreaming of any
such thing--and we will blow them all up together. We must be near to
knock on the head any stragglers, who are not killed at once by the
explosion; and then, as no one will survive to say how the accident
happened, it will be supposed her magazine caught fire; and we shall
escape all suspicion."
This speech which was made in choice Romaic--and which, doubtless,
sounded much more heroic and elegant in that idiom than in simple
English, was highly applauded by his followers--indeed, had they ever
heard of Homer, they would have considered it equal in substance and
talent to anything ever uttered by the most valiant of the heroes he
speaks of. It was scarcely concluded, however--and they were still
discussing the subject, when the man at the helm, who had kept his eye
to windward, exclaimed that he saw a black cloud to the south-east,
which he was certain betokened a sudden storm, and would advise the
postponement of all discussions till they got safely into port. He was
an old Levant mariner, who, unlike his race in general, was rather
fonder of action than words; and, though he had no objection to cut a
throat, or plunder a ship, he did not approve of talking about it.
Though he was a sulky old rascal, Zappa had great confidence in his
sagacity, and accordingly turned his eye in the direction to which he
pointed. He there saw, too certainly, a mass of black clouds which had,
by this time collected, and which, every moment adding others to their
number, came sweeping towards them.
"We must look out for ourselves, my men," he exclaimed. "Lower the
sails while we have smooth water, and close reef them. We will try to
get under the lee of the land, till the fury of the tempest has passed."
The order was no sooner given than obeyed; and the sails were closely
reefed and hoisted again before the first blast of the tempest struck
the vessel. She had by this time performed rather more than two-thirds
of her voyage, so that she had some eight miles more to go over before
she could get under shelter of the land. If she could succeed in doing
this before the height of the storm came on, she would be in comparative
safety; and if not, she might be driven far up the gulf, before she
could get under the lee of any other shore. The safest plan would be at
once to run back for their own port, which there was every probability
of their reaching, though not quite a certainty, as a shift of the wind
might possibly drive them to the northward of it. As, however, Zappa
was anxious to ascertain all about the English ship, he determined to
persevere. I have already described one or two storms, and may probably
have to introduce two or three more, so I will not weary my readers by
telling them how the waves leaped and tumbled, and foamed; and the wind
roared and the vessel struggled madly through them. It is enough to say
that it blew a very hard gale, and that the oldest mariners on board
never wished to be out in a harder. Even Zappa himself, who was
accustomed to take things very philosophically, began to think, when it
was too late, that it would have been wiser to have gone quietly home
again.
They had, fortunately, kept well to windward of their course, and were
thus able to keep well away to fetch the north of the island; thus
bringing the wind and the sea abaft the beam. Two or three seas came
rolling up after them, just before they got well in with the land, and
very nearly swamped the _Zoe_, and drowned Zappa and all his crew; which
event would, doubtless, have been a very great benefit to society in
general, although, fortunately for the interest of my history, which it
would have materially injured, it did not occur; but the pirate and his
followers got safely into a little bay, where they dropped their anchor,
and offered up their thanksgivings to their patron saints, for having
preserved them from the great danger they had just encountered.
After having thus piously performed their religious duties, they set to
work to prepare the materials for a fire-ship, with which they purposed
to blow the English brig and all her crew to the devil. The storm had
soon spent its fury, and in the evening they again got under weigh, and
beat round to the south side of the island to the bay, where they had at
first intended anchoring, it being, by far the safest, as the wind was
very likely to shift round, and blow with almost equal violence down the
gulf. Among the islands of the Archipelago, the gales generally come
from the northward, and it is consequently considered always more
prudent to anchor under a southern shore. The pirates now recollected,
as they were congratulating themselves on their own escape, that the
English brig had been seen anchored in a bay to the south-west of the
island; and they began piously to hope that she might have been driven
on shore, and lost with all her hands, which would have saved them the
expense and trouble of fitting up their fire-ship, and the risk of
attempting to use it. Before, however, they took any steps in that
direction, Zappa determined to pull up into the bay, where she was
reported to have been, and to ascertain what she was, and her purpose in
coming there. By daylight next morning, for he was an early man when
work was to be done, he was prepared to set out on his expedition.
The bay where the _Zoe_ had anchored, was about five miles from where he
believed the British vessel was to be found, so he had a long pull
before him. His boat pulled eight oars, and he selected as many of the
strongest of his hands to man them. She was a clumsy-looking craft, and
did not appear as if any amount of force could drive her through the
water; indeed, she seemed to be a mere fishing-boat, such as are used in
those waters. He had the precaution also to pile up a couple of nets in
her bow and stern, and also to take on board a large supply of fish,
which he got from some fisherman of the place, so that nothing was
wanting to complete the deception; for he had taken care that all his
men should be habited in the ordinary fisherman's dress as he was
himself.
As the boat left the side of the mistico, she had, in every respect, the
appearance of one belonging to a harmless fisherman just returned from
his day's avocation. Although Zappa had with justice full confidence in
his own masquerading talents, he wisely did not wish to run any
unnecessary risk, and he, therefore, ordered the mistico to get under
weigh, and to sweep close in shore after him, that he might, in case of
necessity, have some support at hand; she was, however, not to come
nearer than a mile from the harbour, where he expected to find the brig,
for fear of causing his character to be suspected. Every arrangement
being made, the boat shoved off--away she pulled, while he quietly sat
on the top of the nets, smoking his pipe with perfect unconcern, as if
he had nothing else to think of besides where he should find the best
market for his fish.
For about four miles the men pulled on at a rapid pace, laughing and
joking as they toiled at their oars. A headland, from which a reef of
rock projected some way out into the sea, then presented itself, and, as
they pulled round it, the mouth of a harbour gradually opened on them.
It was a secure and landlocked place, and some way up it Zappa discerned
the tall masts of the brig he was looking for. His practised eye at
once recognised her as a brig-of-war, and, as he drew nearer, he had
little doubt from her build that she was British. He had, however, made
up his mind to run every risk, so he pulled boldly up the harbour
towards her.
"Now, my men," he said, addressing his crew, "remember, everything
depends on your coolness and courage. We are going to put our heads
into the lion's mouth, and, by all the gods of our ancestors, if we give
him cause he will bite them off without the slightest ceremony. Do not
stir from your seats, and pretend not to understand a word which is said
to you, which it is not very likely you will do; but should any on board
speak Romaic, make any excuse which occurs to you for not leaving your
boat while I am on board."
By the time he had finished this address, they were within a cable's
length of the brig.
"What boat is that?" hailed the sentry on the poop.
On which Zappa, concluding that the hail was intended for him, held up a
large fish in his hand.
"A fishing-boat coming up astern, sir," said the sentry to the officer
of the watch.
"Let her come alongside, then--we want some fish," said the officer in
return.
"Ah! I think I know that brig!" exclaimed Zappa--"I am certain of it--
she is no other than the one which lay in Valetta harbour when I was
last there; and her captain, too, was, I learnt, the very officer I met
at the ball, who was dancing so frequently with my fair prisoner. Now,
by some wonderful chance or other, he has discovered that she was not
lost in the _Zodiac_, and has come here to look for her--I see it all at
once, and if I am right--good luck befriend me; for, should he discover
me, I have not a chance of escape. It would be wiser not to venture on
board, but to pull quietly back to the mistico, and to wait till night,
when we may try the effect of our fire-ship; but, then again, it is not
likely that any one but he should know me at all, and my dress is so
different to what it was when he saw me, and my beard is so grown, that
even, should I be brought into his presence, he will not probably
recognise me. I may gain something of what they are about, and the
venture is, at at events, worth making."
Zappa arrived at this conclusion as his boat ran alongside the _Ione_,
when it was rather too late to think of turning back; indeed, he felt
that his attempting to do so would at once bring suspicion on him. It
now occurred to him, that to gain any information, it would be necessary
to employ some means of exchanging ideas, and for that purpose, he must
speak a little of the _lingua Franca_ so generally made use of. With a
dauntless air, therefore, he sprang up the side, and, as he stood at the
gangway, he ordered his men to hand him up some of the finest of the
fish. While they were doing so, his eye ranged over the decks, fore and
aft, and he was glad to see that Captain Fleetwood was not among the
officers who were collected on the poop, watching him and his boat. The
gun-room steward was the first to become the purchaser of a fine dish of
fish for his master, at a very low price, too, which much astonished
him. He smelt at them, and examined their gills, and turned them over
most critically; for he could not help fancying that there must be some
defect.
The fact was, Zappa had entirely forgotten to learn what price to ask;
for, as he had seldom before acted the part of a fishmonger, he had not
the slightest conception of what was their value, and was very nearly
betraying himself thereby. He saw, however, with his usual acuteness,
that he had made a mistake, and took care to correct it with the next
purchaser, who was the midshipmen's steward, and who came accompanied by
their caterer; but though they had to pay more, the price was still so
low as to induce them to lay in a stock for future consumption. The
warrant-officers and ship's company next commenced purchasing, and all
suffered as Zappa gained experience in his new calling.
"But does not the captain eat fish?" he asked of a Maltese seaman, who
had been acting the part of interpreter. "Has his servant come to
purchase?"
"The captain does not want any fish, he is not on board to eat it,"
answered the Maltese carelessly. "I wish he were; for he must have been
out in that storm yesterday, in one of your little feluccas, and Heaven
knows what may have become of him."
"Where has he gone, then?" asked the pirate. "It would have been wiser
to have trusted himself in your fine brig here, than in one of our
native boats, which our seamen only know how to handle."
"Oh! don't ask me, my friend; we seamen have no business to talk of our
captain's doings," replied the Maltese, laughing. "But let me know
where you have learned to speak the _lingua Franca_ so well. It is not
often that I can understand ten words uttered by the fishermen of these
parts."
"I will reply to your question, friend, though you do not answer mine,"
returned Zappa. "I sailed as a boy to all parts of the coast of the
Mediterranean, till my father died, and I came home and married. I have
now a mother and sisters, besides a wife and family to support; so I can
go roving no longer. And so your captain has gone on an expedition, has
he? Have many people accompanied him, for I suppose he did not go
alone?"
"As many went as he chose to take with him," replied the Maltese. "If
he had ordered them, the whole ship's company would have gone."
"A clear answer, friend. Does anybody else wish to buy more of my fish.
Just ask them; for I must be off again to catch a fresh supply for the
support of my young family," said the pirate carelessly. "And can you
not tell me then where your captain has gone to?"
"I shall begin to think you have some reason for your curiosity, if you
ask so many questions," observed the shrewd Maltese. "I was joking
about our captain, and, if you want to see him, I can take you to him."
"Is it so?" answered Zappa, who easily divined the reason of the man's
answer, and was far too keen to be deceived by it, or to want a reply.
"I care nothing about your captain, further than that I thought I might
sell him some fish if I met him. But you can do me a service, by
telling me if I am likely to fall in with any other ships of war, or
merchantmen, with whom I may drive my trade?"
"Ah, padrone, I cannot assist you there either; for we seamen know
little of what happens outside the ship's planks," returned the Maltese.
"It is not often, though, one goes long in these seas without meeting
with a cruiser of our own country, and as for merchantmen they are thick
enough; but neither one nor the other are likely to come to such
out-of-the-way islands as these are."
"When will that man have finished selling his fish there?" sang out the
officer of the watch. "Manuel, there--Tell him, as soon as he's done,
to shove off. We ought not to hold any communication with the natives,"
he muttered to himself, as he continued his quarter-deck walk. "These
fellows are as sharp as knives, and, if we let them near us, they'll be
ferreting out something they ought not to know to a certainty."
"Ay, ay, sir," replied Manuel. "Come, Mister Fisherman, the officer
says you must not be standing talking here all day, so I'll wish you
farewell, and a good haul the next time you let down your nets."
"Thanks, friend, I am generally tolerably successful in that way,"
answered the pretended fisherman. "Farewell, I shall come alongside
again to-morrow, and I hope to find plenty of buyers. I live a little
way down the coast, and shall sure to be back, so do not buy of any one
else. Caralambro Boboti is my name. Don't forget it. Farewell,
again--"
Just as he was uttering these words, and making the usual salaam to the
poop, or rather to the officers walking on it, his eye lighted on the
countenance of a man ascending the companion-ladder which made even him
for an instant turn pale. At first the idea glanced across his mind
that he saw an apparition, but the shoulders and the body and legs came
next, and he was soon convinced that the person before him was real
flesh and blood. No less a person, indeed, than Colonel Gauntlett
ascended from below closely followed by his man Mitchell, and stood on
the deck of the _Ione_, glaring at him with a look which convinced him
that he was recognised through his disguise. There was not a moment to
be lost. If he remained where he stood, the probability was that he
would be seized; if he exhibited any fear or hurry, it would be
equivalent to condemning himself, and he and his companions would be
shot without mercy, as they attempted to escape. He felt at once that
his only chance depended on his own coolness so as to make the old
officer fancy that he was mistaken in his identity. With the most
perfect self-possession, therefore, he repeated his farewell to the
Maltese, and was about deliberately to lower himself into his boat, when
the colonel threw the whole ship into commotion, by exclaiming in a
voice of thunder--
"That's him!--The scoundrel--the pirate--stop him--fire at him. I'm
right, Mitchell, am I not? That's the villain who attacked the
_Zodiac_, and carried off my poor niece?"
"Not a doubt of it your honour. It's the thief of the world who
murdered us all, and by the holy poker I'll have him."
As he uttered these words he sprang towards the gangway, nearly
capsizing his master, and almost grasped Zappa by the croup of the neck
before anybody else understood what the commotion was all about. He
missed him, however, and the pirate, with a spring, which the imminence
of his danger would alone have enabled him to take, leaped into his
boat, and as he did so, he exclaimed to his crew, who saw that something
was wrong--
"Shove off, or we are dead men!"
The pirates waited no further words to excite them to exertion, and a
few strokes sent the boat clear off the brig's side.
So great, mean time, was the impetus Mitchell had gained, that when he
missed catching Zappa, he could not again bring himself up, and souse
overboard in the water he went, his head fortunately escaping the gunnel
of the pirate's boat by a few inches. In revenge, an old pirate
attempted to give him his _coup de grace_ with the blade of his oar, but
missed him.
"Arrah, ye cowardly thief to hit a man like that in the water, but I'll
mark ye--remember--bad luck to ye," exclaimed Mitchell, as after his
first immersion he rose to the surface, where his spluttering and cries
drew the attention of the sentry off from the pirates.
"A man overboard," was the first intelligible cry which was heard, and
scarcely was it uttered, when three or four men, headed by a midshipman,
were overboard to attempt to pick him up. Mitchell's own eagerness to
stop the pirates, very nearly prevented them from saving him, for though
he had little enough notion of swimming, he struck out manfully after
the boat, which the confusion had enabled to gain a good distance from
the vessel before any means had been taken to stop her progress. At
this juncture the first lieutenant, hearing a noise, came on deck, and
soon brought matters into order.
"Silence there, fore and aft," he exclaimed. "Let the proper crews
stand by the falls of their boats. Lower the starboard quarter boat,
and pick up the man in the water. What is it all about?"
"The pirate, sir--the villain, Zappa was in that boat. Shoot him--stop
him, Mr Saltwell, I say!" exclaimed the colonel, scarcely able to speak
from his agitation and rage.
"Sentries, fire at the men in that boat," said Mr Saltwell, in a calm
tone, which sobered down all who heard him to the proper pitch for
comprehending orders. "Hand up a dozen muskets from below, and some
ammunition. Lower the larboard quarter boat, and give chase after that
fellow."
Each order was obeyed with the rapidity with which it was given; but in
lowering the starboard gig, the after falls got jammed, and her head
came right into the water, and almost filled her. This delay prevented
the other gig from going in chase, till she had picked up the people in
the water, and taken them on board; but all caused delay, and both boats
set off in chase nearly together.
Meantime Zappa heard the noise on deck, and guessed that the colonel was
explaining who he was, and that he should soon have the boats sent after
him.
"Pull till your sinews crack, my friends," he shouted to his men. "We
have no child's play now; but keep a good heart, and we shall get
clear."
Just as he spoke, he looked back at the brig, he saw the barrel of a
musket glancing in the sun, and a shot came flying over his head.
Another followed, and buried itself in the pile of nets against which he
leaned.
"If they have no better shot among them we need not fear," he shouted.
"Keep a good heart, my men. The _Zoe_ will be close outside, and, when
we reach her, we may set the boat at defiance."
He was, by this time, nearly an eighth of a mile from the _Ione_, and
pulling directly out towards the mouth of the harbour. Several other
musket-shots had been fired at him, and hit a man in the side, and
severely hurt him, but he still declared himself able to keep at his
oar.
A long brass gun had, however, been got up on the poop, which, loaded
with musket-balls, was let fly at them. The shower fell thick around
them, and had it not been for the shelter of the nets, more than one
shot might have proved fatal to Zappa.
Another pirate was wounded, but, fortunately, not enough to disable him,
or their prospect of escape would have been much diminishes. The man
turned pale as he tried to bind a handkerchief round his arm to stop the
bleeding; but he still continued tugging at his oar.
"Never fear, my chief, we will all be pierced through and through before
we give in," he exclaimed. "Row on bravely, my comrades, row on."
The two gigs were now in full chase, rather more than a quarter of a
mile astern, and the brig had ceased firing, leaving all the work to be
performed by them. Linton had command of the first gig, Tompion of the
second, and both had some loaded muskets in their stern sheets, and all
the men had their cutlasses and pistols; all these necessary
arrangements having considerably delayed the boats, but Saltwell judged
rightly, that it would be worse than folly to send unarmed men against
such desperate characters as the pirates. There was a strong breeze
blowing nearly across the harbour, from the north-west, and, as soon as
Zappa had got from under the lee of the land, and felt the full force of
it, he considered that he should be able to make more way under sail
than by pulling. Two of the people were obliged to lay on their oars
for the purpose of hoisting it, and, as soon as the English saw this,
they set up a loud shout, thinking the chase was going to give in. They
soon saw their mistake, and, as the large lateen sail rose above the
little stump of a mast, the boat felt the force with which she was
pressed onward, and away she darted over the water. The English bent to
their oars till the good ash sticks almost cracked, each boat vying with
the other to get ahead. Do all they could, however, they could not
overtake the Greek. Linton saw that, if they were to catch the pirate,
they must kill each man who came to the helm, so as to keep the boat
luffed up in the wind. He accordingly raised a musket and fired. It
was a good shot, and, though Zappa escaped, the man next him received
the ball in his bosom. He fell back with a deep groan, a convulsive
shudder passed through his frame, and he was dead.
"If that is to be the game," exclaimed the pirate, grinding his teeth
with passion till now not expressed. "I must try which of us is the
best shot."
And forthwith he drew from under the nets two rifles which had been
concealed there.
"Steady the helm here, Baldo, while I try to punish our pursuers."
He fired. His first shot seemed to take no effect. He raised the
second; a wild shriek came across the waters, uttered by the poor fellow
who pulled the stroke oar of Linton's boat, on whom his too sure aim had
taken effect. Both boats now, in revenge, began firing as fast as the
muskets could be loaded, and the Greeks were compelled to crouch down in
the bottom of their boat to avoid the shot. Zappa kept his seat boldly
at the helm. A reef, as I said, ran off the mouth of the harbour on the
eastern side, and, to double it, so as to regain the mistico, it would
be necessary to make one if not more tacks, and here the light gigs
would have an immense advantage over him. The distance to the point
round which he must go was about three-quarters of a mile, but he
already had a good start, and, if no other accident happened, he might
hope to beat round it before the gigs could come up with him. He must
now, however, depend entirely on his sail, for neither of the two
wounded men were fit to pull an oar, and, with a diminished crew, the
chances would be against him, should the wind fail. It was an animating
struggle, and equally exciting to pursuers and pursued. Zappa
encouraged his followers, and urged them to persevere to the last,
hinting at the certainty of a rope and running noose, as the
alternative, if they were caught. Linton, on his part, cheered on his
men, and told them the safety of their beloved captain, as well as that
of a young countrywoman, depended on their overtaking the pirate.
The body of poor Knox, who had been killed, was laid down at the bottom
of the boat, and Togle, who was midshipman of the gig, took his place,
so that they very soon recovered the ground which had been lost. As
they cleared the western shore of the harbour, the wind was found to
draw more up its coast, and fresh off the water, and a slight sea came
rolling in, sparkling brightly in the sunshine, adding a life and beauty
to the scene, with which the work of death going on was sadly
disconsonant. The British seamen cheered, and bent to their oars with
renewed vigour, making the spray fly in showers, full of rainbow hues,
over the bows, as Linton spoke to them, though they wanted no fresh
stimulus to urge them to exertion.
"They will have to tack presently, and we shall soon be alongside them,"
he exclaimed. "We will pay them off, my men, and, if we do not catch
them the first tack, we will the second."
Meantime Zappa held on his course, firing occasionally at the boats, but
with less success than at first. When also he round that the wind
headed him, he began to calculate that the enemy would, to a certainty,
be alongside him before he could weather the point, and that if they
once got there, his chance of escaping was small indeed. He felt, in
truth, that he had put his head into the lion's mouth, and that the lion
was wagging his tail.
"Curses on the wind, to fail me just as I wanted it the most," he
exclaimed, measuring with his eye the distance between him and his
pursuers. "If it was not for the reef, we should have done well, and
there comes the _Zoe_, beating up to our assistance. They have heard
the firing, and guessed that something has gone wrong. Does any one
know if there is a passage through the reef? It struck me, as we came
in, that there was a spot free from sea-weed, where the water looked
deep, which should be just now on our larboard bow. Per Bacco, I see
it, and will try it. If we strike, we shall fight there to better
advantage than under weigh, and the mistico will be, soon up to our
assistance."
None of the pirates had been through the passage, if passage there were,
but all expressed the wish to try it, instead of having to beat round
the point. The helm was accordingly kept up, and, to the surprise of
the pursuers, away the Greek boat darted directly towards the rocks.
There was, as I have said, some little sea, sufficient, as it met the
impediments of the reef, to make a long line of breakers. There was one
small spot where it could not be said that there was no foam, but where
the water was rather less agitated than elsewhere. It was here that the
pirates expected to find an opening, but, as they drew near it, they
almost doubted the wisdom of making the attempt, so little prospect was
there of their being able to cross it. The English, meantime, were
rather divided in their opinions. Some thought that, driven to
desperation, they had resolved to destroy themselves and their boats;
while others were as far wrong on the opposite side, and fancied that
they were well acquainted with some passage through which they intended
to pass. Another minute would decide the question.
On the Greek boat flew with redoubled speed, as she was kept more away.
She was already among the broken water. Zappa, his nerves unshaken,
stood up to steer, while a man, leaning over the bow, tried to make out
the channel. As soon as the pirate showed himself, both the English
boats opened their fire on him; but, though several shot whistled round
his head he remained unharmed. Sea after sea, huge masses of glittering
foam came rolling in on them, threatening to fill the boat, should she
for one instant meet with any impediment.
Every man held his breath, and looked with an anxious glance ahead. On
either side, the water came dancing up and lapping over the gunnel, and
beyond, the heads of the black rocks appeared amidst the frothy cauldron
through which they sailed. Now the side of the boat almost grazed a
rock, which, had she struck, would have sent her into a thousand
splinters. A short distance more and they would be safe. The _Zoe_ had
observed them, and was standing towards them to render them assistance.
Even their enemies forbore to fire, so perilous was their situation, and
so certain appeared their destruction. On they rushed.
"I can see no passage," exclaimed the man in the bows. "We are all
lost! Ah, no! Starboard the helm--starboard! Haul off the sheet a
little! Up with the helm again! Ease off the sheet. Huzza! huzza! We
are safe!"
The last great danger was past; a bend in the channel had been
discovered, through which the boat glided; and now she floated in clear
water, and held her rapid course towards the mistico. No sooner was the
chief on board the _Zoe_, than the helm was put up, and off she ran
under all sail, with her head to the island of Lissa.