CHAPTER XXIV.

A CURSE FALLS UPON THE WOLVES.

I parted from him, to go to my cell. Later, before dusk fell, I went

out to take an evening jaunt, betaking myself to the cliff.

At the fortifications I stood to watch divers men who cleaned the great

guns.

They were Frenchmen, and chattered over their work, with much

gesticulation. I spoke to them; but they would not be troubled with me,

and returned me no answer. So I left them, to go my way.

I rambled on along the cliff about half an hour without observing

anything remarkable; and was going about to return, when, on a sudden,

I heard a sound of branches shaken in a little thicket that skirted my

path, and, to my great joy, beheld Thalass, the Mosquito Indian.

And, for his part, the faithful, affectionate creature was so rejoiced

to see me, that he knew not how to express it sufficiently, casting

himself flat at my feet, or embracing me with a thousand extravagant

antics. Hereafter he wended beside me along the cliff. But, on a

sudden, he came to a stand, looking fixedly to the sea-board.

He turned; and, plucking my arm, pointed to the horizon. I looked,

straining my sight to have made out what he descried; but I could not.

He told me it was the topsails of a ship.

This put me in a ferment to know what manner of ship it was: a King’s

ship, I hoped; but doubted she would prove to be but a vessel of the

pirates returning home. However, the wind coming briskly to the shore,

and the ship bearing directly in, soon I descried her. But now the

shades of night began to fall, so that she was no longer visible to us.

On this we turned, and started back along the cliff.

As we drew near to the fortifications, there came a sound of voices;

and soon we beheld a gang of pirates gathered about the guns. A

small man, having a scarlet feather stuck in his hat, stood a little

apart from the rest. He beckoned to Thalass, who went to him. But I,

bethinking me of Ambrose, and of how the news of this coming of a ship

might avail to distract his melancholy thoughts, determined to go to

him.

Accordingly I took the path of the woods, following it to the Cells.

I found the knob beneath the creepers, and tried to open the door;

but I could not. Thereupon I cast about for a stone, to have knocked

upon the door with it. Whilst I did so, there came the dull booming

of cannonading out at sea. It ceased; then, like a dread answer, the

volcan roared loud and long. Presently the cannonading began again.

This made me mighty eager to learn what these cannon-shots might mean.

I was willing, also, to find out what was doing at the fortifications.

Accordingly I gave over trying to open the door, and started back to

the cliff; the cannonading, meanwhile, being continued. The heavens

were splendid with the hosts of the stars; the moon was not yet risen.

I reached the outward of the wood, and looked keenly forth upon the

fortifications. They were full of men; and every gunner was plainly to

be distinguished by a point of yellow flame that shone at the end of

his linstock. But there came no longer a sound of voices, and at that I

wondered; until I spied the form of Doctor Copicus.

He stood at the nearer end of the battery, looking out to the

sea-board; and his tall, bowed figure, dressed in the scarlet robe,

upon which his white locks fell glistening, had an eldritch look in the

starlight.

I stepped boldly forth, and took my station by his side. He turned on

my approach, and I saw that his face was all alight with excitement,

like an eager child’s. But he said nought to me.

I looked upon the starlit sea, and was amazed. For, instead of one

ship, as I had expected, there were four; and three were in chase of

the other. The pursuers sailed almost abreast of one another, were

close upon their quarry, and kept firing at her. The ships were about

a mile and a half from the shore. None had any flag abroad. Thus they

came on straight under the fortifications.

Suddenly the Doctor turned, and spoke to me.

“See you my little lamb?” said he soft and low, “See you my little lamb

pursued by wolves? Do you not weep? Doth not your heart burn within you

to behold this thing? But is there none to help? Must I, then, stand by

to see my children devoured by ravenous beasts?”

And suddenly plucking hold on my shoulder, he turned about, and strode

on before the fortifications, drawing me after him.

“Ho! Benedict,” cried he to the master-gunner, “here’s a little lad

come to see our pretty things, our wondrous toys, our popguns! Show him

how they shoot, Benedict! Let him see them hit a mark, Benedict!”

The small man grinned with his teeth, and shouted an order; there fell

a stir and business and a _clang, clang, clang_ of metal.

It ceased, and there was silence--for no sound of cannonading came from

the ships at sea.

The small man passed his gaze along the line; then “_Fire!_” cried he.

There was a crash and a roar. To me it seemed the very earth did split,

and quake and stagger. Stunned, I fell to the ground.

The Doctor himself raised me up, and, “See! See!” cried he, pointing

out beneath the lifting cannon-smoke, “a curse is fallen upon the

wolves! They die! they die! They go down! down! There shall not a one

of them escape!”

The ship that had been pursued sailed slowly in, and I could see

the men crowding in the bows, waving scarfs to us, and, doubtless,

cheering. But of the other craft, there remained but a confused wrack

driving in the waves, swarmed over with struggling seamen, as with rats.

I turned from the spectacle, sick at heart. I knew not, and I know not

to this day, what the murdered men were--whether pirates or honest

merchantmen; but the fact of that disaster smote upon me like a private

calamity.

I returned to the Cells; and, contriving this time to open the door,

passed within and made my way to Ambrose’s chamber.

The poor man sat as I had left him, sunk into a dull dejection, so

that he scarce took any notice of my entering in. I told him what had

befallen; but he merely said:

“That’s the _Vandal_, I suppose, come home.”

“She had a stormy home-coming then,” said I.

“Ay,” said he.

“What were the other ships, I wonder,” said I.

But he returned me no answer.

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