"WE'LL GO TO SEA NO MORE!"
The despairing exclamation of the worthy captain had a very singular
sequel, for scarcely had it left his lips, and just when the paddlers
were again scooping away, as, with yells of exulting fury, the Malays
proceeded after the _Hermione_; just when those who were ashore were
forcing a passage to her through the jungle, and when the full term
of another minute would have closed the whole catastrophe--lo! with
all the suddenness of a spectral illusion, or of the Flying
Dutchman's famous craft, a noble-looking ship, all a cloud of canvas,
white as snow, swept round the verge of the cliff, and lay to, right
off the mouth off the creek.
Bending gracefully over beneath the south-west breeze, she had her
royals and topsails set, and the scarlet British ensign streamed from
her gaff-peak.
Like the work of magic, her lighter sails were taken in, and her
head-sails clewed up; then, as she rounded to, under her
mizzen-topsail, with her broadside fairly opposed to the creek, a
plunge was heard as the great working anchor was let go.
At the same moment, fire and smoke burst from her quarter, and ran
like a flashing garland along her whole side, as, with two
twelve-pounders, and about twenty short Enfield rifles, her crew
opened a destructive discharge on the Malays.
As the well-directed shot plunged through them, the two remaining
proas were dashed to pieces, and, amid the fragments of wood,
floating assegais, and gouts of blood, their crews were seen making
for the mangroves, right and left, scrambling ashore, and taking to
flight in every direction.
The great ship had no occasion to discharge her guns again; but the
short Enfields of her crew knocked over a number of the Malays, as
they became visible at times, while prosecuting their flight inland.
The moment the firing ceased, and before the white smoke had curled
away, the yards were manned, and the three topsails disappeared into
their bunt at once. From the foretopgallant-yard down to the stay,
came the men, sliding like lightning, to furl and stow the jib in its
netting.
The great white courses were furled with equal rapidity, and with a
neatness that drew exclamations of admiration, mingled with those of
surprise and joy, from those on the deck of the rescued _Hermione_.
Then down came the royal yards from aloft, and, ere long, the great
ship was bared of all, save her bright scarlet ensign, which floated
out astern.
She was a splendid ship, full-rigged and full-manned, with a clean,
white paint-stroke, and gaily-gilded quarter-galleries; she was
remarkably straight in the bends, like a Spaniard or a Yankee, with
all her rigging and spars in the finest order. Thus she presented a
noble appearance, as she rode at her anchor under the brow of the
lofty cliff. Then, with the same man-o'-war-like order and rapidity
which characterised all her other manoeuvres, a boat was hoisted out,
lowered away, and its crew carried an anchor astern, to moor her more
securely.
From the stern davits, the captain's gig, light and smart as a London
wherry, was lowered with a splash into the water. He was seen to
descend the rope-ladder rapidly, to seat himself in the stern and to
grasp the yoke-lines, while a crew of smart lads, chiefly
ship-apprentices, pulled straight through the bloody _débris_ of the
creek towards the _Hermione_.
The captain, a ruddy-visaged and sandy-haired man, about thirty-five,
with plenty of yellow beard and moustache, stood up, as he drew near,
and waved his cap.
"You have had some sharp work here, I think," said he; "we heard the
sound of the firing as we stood round the island. Glad we have been
in time to save you."
"Thanks be to Heaven, you have--and many heartfelt thanks to you, for
you have indeed saved all our lives, and my ship, also!" exclaimed
Captain Phillips.
"_All_? There don't seem to be very many of you," replied the
stranger, as his boat came sheering alongside, and the oars were all
uplifted and laid in together, while he swung himself up with great
agility, and jumped over the bulwarks on deck, when the eight of the
_Hermione_ gathered round him. "Creeping along the shore in search
of fresh water," he resumed, "we were told by an old Malay
boatman----"
"Puffadder?" said Bartelot.
"Yes; you know him then--that we should find it here."
"The old scoundrel!" exclaimed Heriot.
"With the same story he snared us into the creek," added Phillips.
"Old Puffadder wasn't to blame, for he begged me to make haste and
assist a British ship that some island pirates were attacking, so we
clapped on royals, skysails, gaff-topsail, and everything that would
draw, got our small arms up, our guns cast loose and all ready to
help you, and we seem just to have been in time."
"You have done well and bravely, sir," said Mr. Basset, with
gratitude and enthusiasm.
"And what ship is yours?" asked Phillips.
"The _Duke of Rothesay_, 800 tons, hailing from Alloa, and bound for
Singapore, Duncan Davidson, master (that is me) at your service; and
yours?"
"The _Hermione_, of London, also bound for Singapore, and touching at
the Isle of France."
And now various matters, which are already known to the reader, were
related and explained to the Scotch skipper, which made him wonder
very much; and much more was his wonder excited when, on being
invited down to the cabin, he found himself fairly hugged by Rose
Basset, who, in fact, was rather in a delirious state, after all the
cannonading she had heard and the number of savage brown figures she
had seen from the stern-windows skipping among the mangroves.
Ethel threw herself into her father's arms in a passion of tears, and
pressed Morley's hand to her heart.
"Saved, Ethel, saved!" said Mr. Basset, caressing her tenderly.
"Yes, Ethel, saved," added Morley, "and except my scratched ear and
Noah's cheek, not a man of us the worse of the whole affair."
"By Heaven's mercy and this gallant seaman's safe arrival, we have,
indeed, escaped a great--it would have been, indeed, a _last_--peril,
Ethel," said Mr. Basset, as she presented her hand to Captain
Davidson, who, though a rough, weather-beaten, and rather plain
Scotsman, surveyed her soft dark eyes, her pale and thoughtful face,
that beamed with soul and feeling, her glossy hair and fine figure,
with an admiration that he was too honest or too unsophisticated to
conceal. So, while he addressed some words of congratulation and
soothing, to the effect that "all danger was now over, as he had
knocked the black niggers into the middle of next week," Captain
Phillips, acting as his own steward, has wedged his fat figure into a
locker, from whence he fished out sundry case-bottles and glasses
with nervous rapidity.
And this fine stately ship of Alloa, on the Forth, armed with four
twelve-pounders, and having a crew of forty men and boys, coming with
all sails crowded before a spanking breeze, from near the cove where
old Puffadder's wigwam stood, was what Morley and Heriot would have
seen had they obtained a south-west view of the ocean, but, as we
have related, an eminence hid her from them, and the entire islet hid
her from the pirates, until, with shotted guns, loaded rifles, and
colours flying, she came down full swoop upon them.
The cutting of the warp and the circumstance of the _Hermione_
thereby falling away round from the centre of the creek, greatly
favoured the fire of this friendly stranger's cannon and musketry.
So old Radama Puffadder was no traitor, but the means of saving them,
after all!
"Those were heavy guns you fired, sir," remarked Morley to Captain
Davidson, who had mixed his grog, and prior to imbibing it drank
every one's health in the Scotch fashion.
"Heavy for a merchantman--yes; twelve-pounders."
"How came you to be so well armed?" asked Mr. Basset.
"Well, sir," replied Captain Davidson, laughing, as he tossed off his
glass of grog, "whether it is the alleged national caution, or, what
is better, the good old national spirit of pugnacity, I don't know,
but our Scottish ships, especially in these seas, are generally well
armed, and seldom unprepared for anything--and I have a splendid
crew--the pick of Leith and Grangemouth! So now, Captain Phillips,
my gig is alongside, and while our carpenters come aboard of you, and
put you into a little shape, I hope the young ladies and your other
friends will come and dine with me, and see what we can find in the
lockers of the _Duke_? Don't be afraid, ladies--I shall give you
something better than sheep's-head and haggis."
This invitation was as promptly accepted as it was hospitably given,
and all prepared to accompany Captain Davidson, save Mr. Foster and
Noah, who were obliged to remain on board; and fortunately, Heriot
could now prove that the arrow which pierced the cheeks of the latter
was not poisoned.
In and around the ships, there was much to make Ethel and her sister
shudder.
On the deck, near the taffrail, lay a dead Madecasse, whose head
Morrison had cloven with a hatchet. He had the smooth European hair,
the Indian complexion, the broad forehead, the thin lips (now pale
and ghastly) of his mixed and peculiar race. His right hand held a
broken assegai, and his left yet clutched the peak halyards, which he
had grasped on gaining the deck.
Many bodies floated about in the creek, many more had sunk, and
several places bore unmistakable tinges of blood among the ooze and
green slime, while four crocodiles were seen at one time devouring
the dead, till fired on by the Scotch sailors.
But all these horrors, and their recent alarm, were gradually
forgotten, amid the hospitality and jollity of Captain Davidson, his
mates, and the numerous crew of the new ship; and as soon as their
water-tank was filled next day, all bore a hand in getting the
_Hermione_ ready for sea, shipping jury spars on her fore and mizzen
topmasts, and warping her out of the creek.
As the _Hermione_ was so short of hands, Captain Davidson offered to
put three men and one of his apprentices on board, to assist in
working her; an offer which Captain Phillips gladly accepted, and
they agreed to sail together in company.
On the second day after the conflict with the proas, both ships were
ready for sea.
Morning was dawning on the cliffs of that lonely isle, and in great
beauty. A long streak of opal-tinted light spread over the horizon;
gradually it brightened into amber, and from amber melted into
crimson--the deep crimson of sunset, elsewhere as the tall Alloa ship
weighed anchor, set her canvas, and began to stand off towards the
north-east.
A number of her men were still on board the _Hermione_, assisting to
warp her out. Her courses hung in the clew-lines ready to be let
fall; her three jury-topsails were cast loose, and ready for
hoisting, and soon she was ready for sea.
Then Ethel and Rose, as they nestled together on their pillows in the
cabin below, heard the cheerful notes of a fiddle, the tramp of feet
as the capstan bars were shipped, and the Scotch sailors trod merrily
round, to the air of "The Boatie Bows," while one sung a song well
known on the banks of the Forth; and louder stamped their feet, and
louder swelled their hearty voices at the chorus of each verse, of
which there were several, like this:--
"I have seen the waves as blue as air,
I have seen them green as grass;
But I never feared their heaving yet,
Frae Grangemouth to the Bass;
I have seen the sea as black as pitch,
I have seen it white as snow;
But I never feared its foaming yet,
Though winds blew high or low."
"Now, boys," shouted Morrison; "chorus--chorus! Heave and rally!
Walk away with it! Hurrah!"
Then heavier trod the feet, and louder swelled the fiddle, and all
their voices rose together:
"When squalls capsize our wooden walls,
When the French ride at the Nore,
When Leith meets Aberdeen halfway,
We'll go to sea no more.
No more,
We'll go to sea no more."*
* Book of Scottish Song.
The cheerful voice of Captain Phillips was soon heard, ordering:
"Let fall, and sheet home."
"Good morning, Ethel," said Morley, tapping on her cabin-door; "we
are fairly clear of the creek and its crocodiles, and under weigh for
the Isle of France."
It was, indeed, a glorious morning. Under a cloud of canvas, even to
her royals and angular sky-sails, the Scottish ship took the lead,
and her giant shadow fell far across the ocean.
Red, round, and flashing in his effulgence, up came the god of day,
and the tall reedy cane-brakes and solemn drooping palm groves of the
shore they were leaving, the sea ahead and the deck beneath their
feet, were all red as if aflame. Ruddy gold, edged and gilt every
rope, face, and object, the shadows of the two ships falling in
purple on the crimson flush, which gradually melted away, as the sun
rose upward, and lit all the far horizon of the Indian Sea.