_Splash_!
Jem had followed suit, and there was a faint display--if the expression
is allowable--of water fireworks, as innumerable pinhead-like beads of
light flashed away in every direction.
"Lanthorns here!" cried the captain. "Sentries, quick! This way."
He reached the spot from which Don and Jem had taken their daring leap,
and in less than a minute the light of a couple of lanthorns was thrown
upon the sea.
"Come back!" roared the captain, "or I fire. Marines, make ready."
The lanthorns' light gleamed further on the sea as those who held them
clambered up the shrouds and held them at arms' length, and then
dimly-seen were the backs of the heads of the two swimmers, who made the
water swirl as they struck out with all their might.
"Do you hear, you scoundrels?" roared the captain again. "Come back, or
I fire."
There was no reply and the heads began to grow more faint in the gloom,
while now the news had spread through the ship, and officers and men
came tumbling up the companion ladder and out of their cabins.
"Marines, present--fire!" cried the captain.
There were two sharp clicks and as many tiny showers of sparks. That
was all.
"Why, you were not loaded!" cried the captain, fiercely, "Where is the
lieutenant? Where is the sergeant? Load, you scoundrels, load!"
The men grounded arms, and began to load quickly, the thudding of their
iron ramrods sounding strangely in the still night air.
"Pipe away the first cutter!" cried the captain. "Mr Rogerson, bring
those scoundrels back."
The shrill pipe of the boatswain was heard, and there was a rush of feet
as the captain shouted again,--
"Present--fire!"
There was a sharp flash, a loud report, and the captain stamped with
rage.
"Fire, you scoundrel, fire!" he roared at the second man, who was about
to lower his clumsy musket, after tugging in vain at the trigger, when
the piece went off, and the bullet fled skyward, sending the nearest
lanthorn held up in the shrouds out of its holder's hand, to fall with a
splash in the sea, and float for a few moments before it filled and
sank, the candle burning till the water touched the wick.
"'Pon my word!" cried the captain. "Nice state of discipline. Now
you--fire again. And you, sir, load. Can you see the men, marines?"
"No, sir. Right out of sight."
"Then fire where they were when you saw them last."
"But they won't be there now, sir."
"Silence, you scoundrel! How dare you? Fire!"
_Bang_.
"Now you: are you ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fire!"
_Bang_.
"Load again!" cried the captain. "Now, you scoundrels, come back or you
shall have a volley."
A strange noise came off the sea.
"Hark! What's that?" cried the captain. "A cry for help!"
"No, sir."
"What was it, then?"
"Beg pardon, sir; but I think it was one on 'em a-larfin'."
The captain gave the speaker--one of the warrant officers--a furious
look.
"Now, then, is that boat going to be all night?" he shouted.
"All ready, sir. Lower away."
The boat kissed the sea with a faint splash; she was thrust off; and as
the oars dropped and the men gave way the cutter went rapidly through
the water, at a rate which would have soon made the fugitives prisoners
but for the fact that boat and swimmers were taking different
directions, and the distance between them increased at every stroke.
"They've taken no lanthorn!" cried the captain. "Surely no one's orders
were ever worse obeyed."
"Shall I call them back, sir?" said the second lieutenant.
"No, no; let them find it out for themselves. Here, marines, ten of you
load. Quick, my lads, clear the way from up here."
"Make ready, take good aim at the scoundrels--present--fire!"
This time the whole of the pieces went off with a loud rattle, which
brought lights out in the New Zealand village, and a buzz of excitement
came from the men.
"More lanthorns there!" cried the captain. "See them?" he cried, to the
officer in the boat.
"Not yet, sir."
"Take a sweep round to the southward. They're more there."
"Ay, ay, sir!" came faintly out of the darkness; and the dull rattle of
the oars reached those on deck.
"I'll have those two back, dead or alive!" cried the captain, stamping
about in his rage. "Pipe down the second cutter."
His orders were obeyed, and in a short time, with a lanthorn in bow and
stern, the second boat touched the water, and rowed off, the officer in
command receiving instructions to bear off more still to the southward,
and finally sweep round so as to meet the first boat.
Directly this was started a happy thought seemed to strike the captain,
who had a third boat lowered, with instructions to row right ashore,
land the men, and divide them in two parties, which would strike off to
right and left, stationing a man at every fifty yards; and these were to
patrol the beach to and fro, keeping watch and a sharp look out for the
fugitives.
"That will checkmate them, Mr Jones," he said. "I wish I had thought
of this before. Now go."
Mr Bosun Jones was in command of this boat, and he gave orders to his
men, the oars splashed, and away they went into the darkness, their
lights growing fainter and fainter, till they seemed to be mere specks
in the distance; but they did not die out, and as those left on deck
watched the progress, they saw the lanthorns of the last boat become
stationary, and knew that the men had reached the shore, while the
lanthorns of the second cutter were faintly visible, moving slowly far
away to the south.
The captain rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and kept walking to the
gangway and using his night-glass without any greater result than that
of seeing a couple of faint specks of light, when he got the boats'
lanthorns into the field. Then he listened in the hope of hearing
shouts, which would suggest the capture of the fugitives; but half an
hour--an hour--glided by, and all was still. The buzz and cries which
had arisen from the collection of huts had ceased, and the lights shown
there had been extinguished, while the darkness which hung over the sea
appeared to grow more dense.
At last there was a hail about a hundred yards away, and the officer in
the first boat answered the captain's eager inquiry.
"No, sir; no luck. Not a sign of any one. I'm afraid--"
"They have got ashore and escaped?"
"No, sir," said the lieutenant, gravely; "I don't think a man could swim
ashore in this darkness and escape."
"Why, the distance is very short!"
"Yes, sir; but there are obstacles in the way."
"Obstacles?"
"Well, sir, I've seen some tremendous sharks about in the clear water;
and I don't think any one could get any distance without having some of
the brutes after him."
A terrible silence followed this declaration, and the captain drew his
breath hard.
"Come aboard," he said. "It is too dark for further search to be made."
The boat was rowed alongside, the falls lowered, the hooks adjusted, and
she was hoisted up and swung inboard.
"I'd give anything to capture the scoundrels," said the captain, after
walking up and down for a few minutes with the lieutenant; "but I don't
want the poor fellows to meet with such a fate as that. Do you think it
likely?"
"More than likely, sir," said the lieutenant, coldly.
The captain turned aft, made his way to the quarter-deck, and remained
there attentively watching shoreward to where he could faintly see the
lights of the last boat.
"We must leave further search till morning," muttered the captain; and
giving his order, signal lamps were run up to recall the boats; and
before very long they were answered, and the lanthorns of Bosun Jones'
boat could soon after be seen heading slowly for the ship, the second
boat following her example a few minutes later.
"No signs of them, Mr Jones?" said the captain, as his warrant officer
reached the deck to report himself.
"No, sir," said the boatswain, sadly; "but I heard a sound, and one of
my men heard it too."
"A sound? What sound?"
"Like a faint cry of distress, sir."
"Yes; and what did you make of that?"
The boatswain was silent a moment.
"The harbour here swarms with sharks, sir, and the cry sounded to me
like that of a man being drawn under water."
"No, no; no, no; not so bad as that," said the captain, rather
excitedly. "They've got to shore, and we will have them back to-morrow.
The people will give them up either by threats or bribes."
"I hope so, sir," said the boatswain, coldly. And, then, as he went
below, "Poor lad! I'd have given a year of my life rather than it
should have happened. This pressing is like a curse to the service."
By this time the officer in the last boat had reported himself, the
crews were dismissed, the watch set, and all was silence and darkness
again.
About dawn the captain, after an uneasy night, came on deck, glass in
hand, to search the shore, and try to make out some sign of the
fugitives; but just as he had focussed his glass, he caught sight of
some one doing the very same thing, and going softly to the bows he
found that the officer busy with the glass was Bosun Jones, who rose and
saluted his superior.
"See anything, Mr Jones?" the captain said.
"No, sir; only the regular number of canoes drawn up on the beach."
"Have you thought any more about what you said you heard last night?"
"Yes, sir, a great deal."
"But you don't think the poor lad met such a fate as you hinted at?"
"Yes, sir, I do," said the boatswain sternly; "and I feel as if I had
helped to bring him to such a death."
"Mr Jones," said the captain, haughtily, "you merely did your duty as a
warrant officer in the king's service. If that unfortunate boy met such
a disastrous fate, it was in an attempt to desert."
The captain closed his glass with a loud snap, and walked away, while
Bosun Jones stood with his brow knit and his lips compressed, gazing
straight before him as the sun rose and shed a flood of light over the
glorious prospect.
But to the bluff petty officer everything seemed sad and gloomy, and he
went below seeing nothing but the frank, manly features of young Don
Lavington, as he muttered to himself,--
"Not a chance of escape. Poor boy! Poor boy!"