Tom Tully had marked down a towering portion of the cliff as being over
the spot where they had lost sight of their young officer, and, as it
happened, that really was pretty close to the place, so, trudging on in
silence after giving a glance in the direction where the cutter lay, now
seen only as a couple of lights about a mile from the shore, they soon
reached the rocks, where the gunner called a halt.
"Now, my lads," he said, "get all of a row, face inwards, and make ready
to hail. We'll give him one good `_Kestrel_ ahoy!' and that'll wake him
up, wherever he is. Hallo! stop that chap! There, he's dodged behind
that big stone."
The men wanted no further inducement than the sight of some one trying
to avoid them.
In an instant the quiet stolid row of men were dashing here and there
among the rocks in chase of a dark figure, which, from a thorough
knowledge of the ground, kept eluding them, darting between the rocks,
scrambling over others; and had he had to deal with a couple of pursuers
he would have escaped at once, but he had too many on his track, and
fortune was rather against him, so that several times over he ran right
upon one or other of the party and was nearly taken.
The activity of the young man, for such he seemed to be, was something
marvellous; and again and again he made a tremendous leap, scrambled
over the rocks, and escaped. The last time, however, he dropped down in
a narrow place that formed quite a _cul-de-sac_, and right in front of
Tom Tully.
"What! have I got you?" cried the great stolid fellow; and he made a
dash forward, straddling out his legs as if on board ship, when, to his
intense astonishment, his quarry bent down, dashed at him, ducked
between his knees, struggling through, and throwing the great sailor
headlong flat upon his face.
The shout Tom Tully gave brought up Billy Waters; and as the stranger
recovered his feet to escape in a fresh direction, he ran right into the
gunner's arms, to be held with a grip like iron.
The man had his arms free, however, and putting his fingers into his
mouth he gave vent to a piercing whistle, close to the gunner's ear.
"Oh, that's it, is it?" said Billy Waters. "Well, my lad, I sha'n't let
you go any the more for that. Here, lend a hand my lads, and lash his
wristies and elbows together. We've got him, and we'll keep him till we
get back Muster Leigh. Now then, Tom Tully, you hold him while I lash
his wristies. That's your style. I say, he won't get away once I--Look
at that!"
Tom Tully had, as he thought, taken a good hold of the prisoner, when
the man gave himself a sudden wrench, dived under the gunner's arm, and
was gone.
"Well, of all--" began Tom Tully.
"Why didn't you hold him?" cried the gunner.
"I thought he was a man and not a slippery eel," cried Tom Tully. "He's
for all the world like one o' them big congers Muster Leigh caught off
Hastings."
"Yes," cried the gunner, "but he did hold 'em when he caught 'em. Look
out, my lads! he come your way."
The men were well on the alert this time, and one of them, in spite of
the darkness, saw which way the prisoner had taken, that being none
other than the narrow passage between the rocks which Hilary had found.
He saw him go down here, and then caught sight of him as he climbed over
the rock.
"This way," shouted the sailor as he scrambled over after the escaping
man, got into the chasm on the other side, and then following him, just
in time to hear a dull, heavy thud, and his mate staggered back against
him half stunned by a heavy blow.
Just then there was a sharp whiz; and he felt the wind of a blow aimed
at him from the rocks above his head, to which he replied by lugging out
his hanger and dealing a vigorous blow at his unseen enemy, but without
effect.
"Here, this way," he shouted. "Waters! Tom Tully! Here they are."
A sturdy "Ahoy!" came in response, just as the first man began to
scramble to his feet and stood rubbing his head.
"Where away?" cried Billy Waters.
"Here ho!" replied both the men in the narrow pass; and beading the rest
of the party, the gunner, after another hail or two, scrambled over and
joined the two first men, every one of the party now having his
unsheathed cutlass in his hand.
"Well," cried the gunner excitedly, "where are they?"
"Close here," said the man who had received the blow. "One of 'em hit
me with a handspike."
"And some one cut at me from up above on the rocks," cried the other.
The gunner held up his hand to command silence, and then listened
attentively.
"Why there ar'n't no one," he cried in tones of disgust. "You Joe
Harris, you run up again a rock; and as for you, Jemmy Leeson, you've
been asleep."
The two men indignantly declared that they had spoken the truth; but
with an impatient "Pish!" the gunner went forward along the narrow way.
"Here, come along," he said; and as the words left his lips those behind
heard a heavy blow, and Billy Waters came hastily back.
"That ain't fancy," said one of the men, "unless Billy hit his head
again the rocks."
"It warn't my head," whispered the gunner drawing in his breath, and
trying to suppress the pain. "It caught me right on the left shoulder.
I shall be all right directly, my lads, and we'll give it 'em. I'll bet
that's how they sarved poor Master Leigh; and we've dropped right into
the proper spot. Just wait till I get my breath a bit."
"Think it's the smugglers?" said Tom Tully.
"Sartain," was the reply. "I wish we had a lantern or two. But never
mind. If we can't see to hit them, they can't see to hit us; so it's
broad as it's long."
"We shall want the pistols, shan't we?" said one of the men.
"Pistols? no," cried the gunner. "Stick to your whingers, lads. It's
no use to fire a piece without you can take good aim, and you can't do
that in the dark--it's only waste of powder. Now, then, are you ready?"
"Ay, ay," was whispered back in the midst of the ominous silence that
prevailed.
"Then look here," cried the gunner, "I shall go in at 'em roosh; and if
they downs me, don't you mind, lads, but keep on; go over me at once and
board the place."
"Lookye here," growled Tom Tully, "I'm 'bout as hard as iron; they won't
hurt me. Let me go fust, capten."
As he spoke the great fellow spat in his hand before taking a tighter
grip of his weapon, and making a step forward.
"Just you keep aft, will yer, Tom Tully, and obey orders?" said the
gunner, seizing the great fellow by the tail and dragging him back.
"I'm skipper here, and I'm going to lead. Now, lads, are you all
ready?"
"Ay, ay," was the reply.
"Then I ar'n't," said the gunner. "That crack pretty nigh split my
shoulder. Now I am. Close up, and hit hard. We're all right, my lads;
they're smugglers, and they hit us fust."
The gunner made a dash forward, and, as they had expected, a concealed
enemy struck a tremendous blow at him; but Billy Waters was a sailor,
and accustomed to rapid action. By quickness of movement and ready wit
he avoided the blow, which, robbed of a good deal of its force, struck
Tom Tully full in the chest, stopping him for a moment, but only serving
to infuriate him, as, recovering himself, he dashed on after the gunner.
A sharp fight ensued, for now, as the sailors forced their way on, they
found plenty of antagonists. Most of them seemed to be armed with stout
clubs like capstan-bars, with which they struck blow after blow of the
most formidable character from where they kept guard at various turns of
the narrow passage, while the sailors could not reach them with their
short cutlasses.
It was sharp work, and with all their native stubbornness the little
party fought their way on, attacking and carrying yard after yard of the
passage, forcing the smugglers to retreat from vantage ground to vantage
ground, and always higher and higher up the rocks.
The attacking party were at a terrible disadvantage, for the place was
to them like a maze, while the smugglers kept taking them in the rear,
and striking at them from the most unexpected positions, till the
sailors were hot with a rage that grew fiercer with every blow.
At the end of ten minutes two of the men were down, and the gunner and
Tom Tully panting and breathless with their exertions; but far from
feeling beaten they were more eager than ever to come to close quarters
with their antagonists, for, in addition to the fighting spirit roused
within them, they were inflamed with the idea of the large stores of
smuggled goods that they would capture: velvets and laces and silks in
endless quantities, with kegs of brandy besides. That they had hit
accidentally upon the party who had seized Mr Leigh they had not a
doubt, and so they fought bravely on till they reached a narrower pass
amongst the rocks than any they had yet gone through. So narrow was it
that they could only approach in single file, and, hemmed in as they
were with the rocks to right and left, the attack now resolved itself
into a combat of two--to wit, Billy Waters and a great broad-shouldered
fellow who disputed his way. The men who backed up the big smuggler
were apparently close behind him; but it was now too dark to see, and,
to make matters worse for the gunner, there was no room for him to swing
his cutlass; all he could do was to make clumsy stabs with the point, or
try to guard himself from the savage thrusts made at him with the
capstan bar or club by the smuggler.
This went on for some minutes without advantage on either side, till,
growing tired, Billy Waters drew back for a moment. "Now, my lads," he
whispered, "I'm going to roosh him. Keep close up, Tom Tully, and nail
him if I go down."
Tom Tully growled out his assent to the order given to him, and the next
moment the gunner made a dash forward into the darkness, striking
sharply downwards with his cutlass, so sharply that the sparks flew from
the rock, where his weapon struck, while on recovering himself for a
second blow he found that it, too, struck the rock, and Billy Waters
uttered a yell as he started back, overcome with superstitious horror on
finding himself at the end of the narrow rift, and quite alone.
"What's the matter, matey?" growled Tom Tully; "are you hurt?"
"No. Go and try yourself," said the gunner, who was for the moment
quite unnerved.
Tom Tully squeezed by, and, making a dash forward, he too struck at the
rock, and made the sparks fly, after which he poked about with the point
of his cutlass, which clinked and jingled against the stones.
"Why, they ar'n't here!" he cried. "Look out!"
Every one did look out, but in vain. They were in a very narrow passage
between two perpendicular pieces of rock, and they had driven the
smugglers back step by step into what they expected to find to be a
cavern crammed with treasure; but now that the end was reached they
could feel nothing in the dark but the flat face of the rock, and this
seemed to slope somewhat over their heads, and that was all.
Billy Waters' surprise had now evaporated along with his alarm, and
pushing to the front once more he set himself to work to find how the
enemy had eluded them.
They could not have gone through the rock, he argued, and there was no
possible way that he could feel by which they had climbed up. Neither
was ascent possible by scaling the rock to right or left, unless they
had had a ladder, and of that there did not seem to have been any sign.
For a few moments the gunner stood as if nonplussed. Then an idea
occurred to him.
Taking a pistol from his belt he quickly drew out the bullet and a
portion of the powder before flashing off the other over some which he
laid loose upon the rock.
This lit up the place for the moment, but revealed nothing more than
they knew before, and that was that they were walled in on either side
by rock, and that a huge mass rose up in front.
"It's a rum 'un," growled Tom Tully; and then again, "It's a rum 'un. I
say, Billy Waters, old mate, what's gone o' them chaps?"
The gunner felt ready to believe once more that there was something "no
canny" about the affair, but he shook off the feeling, and began
searching about once more for some sign or other of his enemies; but he
sought in vain, and at last he turned to his companions to ask them what
they had better do.
Such a proceeding would, however, be derogatory to his dignity, he
thought, so he proceeded to give his opinion on the best course.
"Look here, my lads," he said in a whisper; "it seems to me that we
ought to have come on this trip by daylight."
"That ere's what I said," growled Tom Tully.
"All right, Tommy, only don't be so precious proud of it," said the
leader. "I says we ought to have come on this trip by daylight."
"As I says afore, that's what I did say," growled Tom Tully again; but
this time his superior officer refused to hear him, and continued:
"As we didn't come by daylight, my lads, we ought to have had lanterns."
"Ay, ay," said one of the men.
"So I think," said the gunner; "we'd best go back and get the lanterns,
so as to have a good search, or else come back and do the job by
daylight."
"Ay, ay," was chorussed by three of the party.
"Yes, it's all very well to say `Ay, ay,' and talk about lanterns and
daylight," growled Tom Tully; "but I don't like going off and leaving
one's work half done. I want to have a go at that chap as fetched me a
crack with a handspike, and I shan't feel happy till I have; so now
then, my lads."
"What's the good o' being obst'nit, Tommy?" said his leader. "No one
wants to stop you from giving it to him as hit you, only just tell me
where he is."
"That ar'n't my job, Billy Waters," cried the big fellow; "that's your
job. You leads, and I does the fighting. Show him to me and I'll make
him that sore as he shall wish he'd stopped at home."
"Come on, then, and let's get the lanterns, and come back then," said
the gunner. "It ar'n't no use to be knocking ourselves about here in
the dark. Come on."
He tried to lead the way back as they had come, each man cutlass in
hand, and well on the alert in case of attack; but nothing interposed to
stop them as they scrambled and clambered over the rocks till they got
to the open shore once more, just as, in front of them and out in the
pitchy blackness, there was a flash, a report, and then the wall of
darkness closed up once more.
"Oh! ah, we're a-coming," said Billy Waters, who, now that the
excitement was over, began to feel very sore, while his companions got
along very slowly, having a couple of sorely-beaten men to help.
"Anybody make out the ship's lights?"
"I can see one on 'em," growled Tully.
"And where's our boat?" cried the gunner. "Jim Tanner, ahoy!"
"Ahoy!" came in a faint voice from a distance.
"There he is," said Billy Waters. "Come, my lads, look alive, or we
shall have the skipper firing away more o' my powder. I wish him and
Jack Brown would let my guns alone. Now then, Jim Tanner, where away?"
"Ahoy!" came again in a faint voice, and stumbling on through the
darkness, they came at last upon the boatkeeper, tied neck and heels,
and lying in the sand.
"Who done this?" cried the gunner.
"I dunno," said the man; "only cast me loose, mates."
This was soon done, the man explaining that a couple of figures suddenly
jumped upon him out of the darkness, and bound him before he could stand
on his defence.
"Why, you was asleep, that's what you was," cried the gunner angrily.
"Nice job we've made of it. My! ar'n't it dark? Now, then, where's
this here boat? Bring them two wounded men along. D'yer hear?"
"Oh, it ar'n't been such a very bad time," growled Tom Tully; "we did
have a bit of a fight!"
"Fight? ay! and didn't finish it. Now, then, Tom Tully, where's that
boat? Can you see her?"
"Yes; here she is," growled the big sailor; "and blest if some one
ar'n't took away the oars; and--yes that they have. No getting off
to-night, lads; they've shoved a hole in her bottom."
"What!" cried Billy Waters, groping his way to the boat; and then, in a
hoarse, angry voice, "and no mistake. She's stove-in!"