CHAPTER XXX

"I woke up in the tent perhaps an hour before midnight, as I judged on

looking through the opening at the stars that shone in the dark sky

through the north-east end of the valley above the sea. At the other

end, being higher, you just saw the scattered heads of the bushes

against a pale floating glimmer of air, with a pale streak of horizon.

Behind us was the height where we had the look-out, and in front the

flat top of the crag drawn somehow or other as distinct as possible upon

the faint starlight in that quarter, roughening away down on both sides

into the brushwood and dwarf cocoa-nut trees. With the stillness of the

place all round, the bare sight of that particular point gave me a

dreamy, desolate, ghastly sort of feeling, beyond aught I ever saw in my

life before: it was choking hot and heavy inside, and seemingly

throughout the hollow, though a good deal of dew began to fall,

glistening on the dark-green bushes nearest us, and standing in drops on

the fern-like cocoa-leaves which Jacobs and the other men had roofed

themselves with. They were sound asleep; and the glimpse of the soles of

their shoes and their knees, sticking out of the shadow you saw their

rough faces in, with the sight of their cutlass-hilts, served to give

one a still wilder notion of the place. One felt scarce sure of being

able to wake them, in case of anything turning up; and, at any rate, a

dread came over you of its being possibly somewhat unnatural enough to

make the thing useless.

"On the other hand, the planter kept up such a confounded snoring inside

the canvas close by me, that although there was no doubt of his being

alive, the sound of it put stranger thoughts into your head. Sometimes

his breath would be jogging on like that of a tolerably ordinary mortal,

then get by degrees perfectly quiet; and then all of a sudden go rising

and rising, faster and faster, as if some terrible dream had hold of

him, or there was some devilish monster hard in chase of his soul, till

out it broke into a fearful snort that made your very heart

jump--whereupon he'd lie as if he were finished, then go through the

whole story again. I can't tell you how that cursed noise troubled me;

'twas no use shoving and speaking to him, and all the time the old boy

was evidently quite comfortable, by something he said at last about

'indigo being up.' The best I could do was to get out and leave him to

himself; in fact, where Jones had gone at the time I didn't know, till

suddenly I caught sight of his dark figure standing on the rise at the

back of our post, and went up to him. Jones was certainly a strange

mixture, for here had he been all round the low side of the island by

himself, yet I found him leaning bareheaded on the barrel of his musket,

listening like a deer. He assured me solemnly he thought he had heard

voices for the last hour on the other side, where he hadn't been, and

asked me if I would go with him to see. Then down came our look-out from

the peak, rolling through the bushes like a sea-crow, to report his not

having seen anything, and to say they'd forgot to relieve him aloft; so

rousing up Jacobs, I sent them both back together, while Jones and I

held the opposite way for the other height.

"The moment we had got to it, _there_ was the same faint blotted-out

horizon as we had had all astern of us the night before, the same

strange unnatural paleness cast off the face of the sea, making it look

black by contrast to north-eastward and east, against the blue shadow

with the bright stars in it, where the sea rippled as usual; while the

keenest glare in the middle seemed to stream right to the breast of the

island, like the reflection of daylight down a long break in the

ice--only it was dead and ghastly to behold. The white water washed

round under the black edge of the rocks before us, to the bare sloping

beach, where it came up fairly like a wide plash of milk, glimmering and

sparkling back amongst the little sea-creatures you fancied you saw

moving and crawling out or in: till it ran along by where the reefs

were, and turned off to the dim sky again. Everything else was still,

and Jones drew a breath like one relieved: 'Nothing after all, I think,

sir!' said he. But to my mind there was something a long sight more

awful in the look of that unaccountable white water bearing down like

snow upon the island, as it were, with the wrinkles and eddies to be

seen faintly in it here and there back toward the glaring breadth of it,

and the floating streaks in the sky above; especially when he told me he

thought it was owing to millions upon millions of living things in it,

that made the same show there at two different seasons in the year, for

a week or so at a time--the appearance of it getting less distinct every

night.

"However, I had begun to grow uneasy again about the Indiaman, and the

schooner too, as well as doubtful of the fellows coming to the island at

all; on the contrary, as I said to Jones, if they saw the schooner, and

Westwood didn't manage as I told him, why both she, the ship, and

ourselves might possibly get the finishing-stroke altogether. 'The more

I think of it,' said I, 'the more foolish it seems to be here instead of

aboard!' 'Why it is, Mr Collins, I don't know,' replied Jones, 'yet I

feel as sure these men will land here as if I heard them in the woods;

and if I wasn't aware how one crime breeds another, for my part I

shouldn't be here at present, sir. Many a night afloat has the thought

of this place weighed on me, lest there was something new doing in it;

but what's buried here I'm resolved no man shall stir up, if I can help

it, sir!' A little after, as we got up and went down to the beach, all

of a sudden--like a thing he couldn't avoid--Jones began to give me some

snatches of what had happened here some years before, which, according

to him, he had got from a shipmate of his that died; and I must say it

made the blood creep in me to listen to it.

"'At the beginning of the war,' he said, 'the island had been a nest of

regular pirates, who had taken pains to make it, from a mere muddy head

of a reef with some cocoas upon it, probably into a resort on

occasions--especially as even the wild Maldive natives to southward had

somehow a dislike to it. The whole gang being taken by some cruiser or

other at sea, however, too far off to leave any clue to their harbourage

hereabouts, they were all hanged, and the place lost sight of, till, a

good many years after, a country Arab craft, bound for Dacca up the

Ganges, was driven in a gale upon the reefs some way off, without seeing

the island at all till the sea went down, and she was going to pieces.

"'There were only two Europeans aboard, both having turned Mussulmans,

and the youngest of them was mate. There was a passenger, a native

Indian merchant, and his servants, with, as was believed, his harem

below in the after-cabins, for nobody ever had seen them; but the Arab

_rais_ of the vessel and several more being washed off when she struck,

the other Mussulmans took to the only boat they had, and got ashore,

leaving the two Englishmen with the passenger. Next day the two men had

contrived a raft of the spars, whereupon the Hindoo at last brought up

his three women, veiled from head to foot, and the whole got safe to the

island. Here all the Mahometans herded together amongst themselves,

forcing the two Englishmen to keep on the other side of the island, as

they had no firearms, while the old Hindoo merchant and his native

servant got a tent pitched on the highest point for the women, where

they were no more seen than before, and a flag hoisted on a stick all

the time for a signal to ships--poor simple devil!' as Jones said with a

laugh. 'Every day he offered the Arab crew more of the gold and jewels

he had with him, to make for India and get him brought of, till at last

some of the Arabs came round to the mate and his companion, wanting them

to take the boat and go instead, otherwise they would kill both of them

at once. The two men accordingly had provisions given them, and hoisted

sail on the boat before the breeze to eastward; they had almost dropped

the island, when all at once the one in the boat's bows stepped aft to

him that had the tiller, and said it struck him the Arabs couldn't mean

well to the Hindoo and his wives, in trying to get clear of others.

"'All his companion did,' Jones said, 'was to ask if he was man enough

to go back, face them boldly, and offer to take the passenger and his

harem too, when some craft or other might come back for the Arabs, since

they weren't seamen enough to venture first in the boat. "I tell you

what," said the first, '"try the two largest breakers of water there!"

The water for use next after the open one was tasted, and it was _salt_.

'"Will you stand by me?" the second man said, after awhile. The other

had a dog with him of his own, that had swam ashore from the vessel

after the raft he landed upon, and it was sleeping in the boat's bow at

the moment, near him; the dog lifted its head as they spoke, eyed the

two, and lay down again with a low sort of growl. "Ay," answered the

other, "to the last I will--as long as you stick by _me_!" They hauled

over the sheet, laid the boat sharp on a wind, and as soon as it was

dusk began to pull back toward the island, where they got ashore in the

dark before morning.'

"Here Jones stopped, turned suddenly round to the glare of the white

water plashing upon the beach, and said no more. 'Why, Jones,' said I,

'is that all you've to tell? What came of them? For God's sake,

yes--what was the upshot?' ''Tis enough to show how one bad thing breeds

another, as I said, sir,' answered he. 'Probably in the end, though--at

any rate I only fancy the rest--'tis a horrible dream to me, for

a--a--squall came on when that shipmate of mine got so far, and we had

to reef topsails. He went overboard off the yard that very night,' said

Jones wildly.

"'The man must have been _there_,' said I, in a pointed way, 'to give

all the particulars--_he_ was the mate himself, Mr Jones!' He made no

answer, but kept gazing out to sea. 'And how long was this ago?' I

asked. 'Oh,' answered he, 'years enough ago, no doubt, sir, for both of

us to be children, if _you_ were born, Mr Collins'--and he turned his

face to me as ghastly as the water toward the horizon he was looking at

before--'at least I hope to God it was so--the man was a poor creature,

sir, bless you, and old, as it seems to me--twice my own age at the

time, Lieutenant Collins! At all events, though,' he went on, rambling

in a strange way that made me think he was going out of his mind, 'he

remembered well enough the first time he saw the white water coming down

upon the island. He was hunting--_hunting_--through the bushes and up

and down, and came up upon the crag.' 'Hunting?' I said. 'Yes, you

didn't know how it lived, or where it kept, but every night it was on

the look-out there. There was no one else, save the girl sleeping over

beyond in the hut, and the man almost fancied the water of the sea was

coming down to the rocks and the beach, like the Almighty himself, to

show He was clear of all that had happened--if he could but have

finished that brute, testifying like the very devil, he'd have been

happy, he felt! Harkye,' said he, sinking his voice to a whisper, 'when

he went back at daylight the woman was dying--she had borne a--what was

as innocent as she was, poor, sweet, young heathen!'

"And if I hadn't guessed pretty well before that Jones was the man he'd

been speaking of, his glittering eye and his stride from the beach would

have shown it; apparently he forgot everything besides at that moment,

till you'd have thought his mind gloated on this piece of his history.

'The woman!' I couldn't help saying, 'what woman? Had the rest left you

in the boat, then?'

"Jones looked upon me fiercely, then turned away; when all of a sudden

such a long unearthly quaver of a cry came down through the stillness,

from somewhere aloft in the island, that at first I didn't know what to

think, unless one of our look-out men had met with an accident, and

tumbled down. 'Twas so dark where they were, however, there was no

seeing them. Without looking for himself, Jones faced me, shivering all

over. 'What is that, Mr Collins?' whispered he, catching my arm with a

clutch like death; '_is_ there anything yonder--behind--behind--sir?' On

the flat head of the crag north-westward, black against the pale glimmer

over the very spot where we had stood half-an-hour before, to my utter

horror, there was some creature or other sitting as if it looked toward

the sea; and just then another wild, quivering, eddying sound came

evidently enough from it, like a thing that would never end. It wasn't a

human voice, that! my brain spun with it, as I glanced to Jones. 'Good

heavens!' I said, '_what_? But, by Jove! now I think of it; yes--'tis

the howl of a _dog_--nothing else!' 'Eight--ten years!' said Jones,

hoarsely, 'without food, too, and enough in that well to have poisoned

whole gangs of men for twenty years--_can_ it be an earthly being, sir?'

The stare he gave me at the moment was more frightful than aught else,

but I mentioned what Westwood and I had observed the day before.

"Before I well knew what he meant, Jones was stealing swiftly up the

rising ground to the shoulder of it. I saw him get suddenly on a level

with the creature, his musket aiming for it--there was a flash and a

shot that left the height as bare as before--and next minute, with a

short whimpering howl, the animal flew down the hill, while I heard

Jones crashing through the bushes after it, till he was lost in the

dark. Such a terrible notion it gave me of his strange story being true,

whereas before I had almost fancied it partly a craze of his, from

having lived here alone--that for a moment or two it seemed to my mind

we were still in the midst of it. I hurried back to our post, and close

upon morning Jones came over and lay down by himself, without a word,

haggard and covered with sweat.

"All next day the horizon on every side was clear of a single speck; no

signs either of ship or schooner, till I began to wish we were out of

it, hoping the _Seringapatam_ had, after all, kept the old course for

Bombay, in spite of us. I found Jones had warned the men not to get our

water out of the tank; it being poisoned in a way fit to last for years,

as the pirates knew how to do. For our parts, we had to amuse ourselves

the best way we could, waiting for the schooner to come down again for

us, which was the only thing I looked for now. That night the white

appearance of the water to north and windward seemed a good deal gone,

save where it hung like a haze in the direction it took off the island:

the stars shone out, and in two or three nights more I found from Jones

there would be nothing of it, which I hoped I should have to take on his

word.

"At daybreak, however, our look-out could all of a sudden be seen

hoisting the signal for a sail in sight, and waving his hat for us to

come. No sooner had we hurried up, accordingly, than a sail could be

made out in the south-east, hull down; and the schooner not being likely

thereaway, a certain flutter in me at once set it down for the Indiaman

at last, on her way far past the island for the open channel. Being

broad daylight, too, with a fresh breeze blowing, we saw that Foster and

his party, if they carried out their scheme, would have to wait till she

was a long way to windward at night-time, in order to get clear off. In

fact, I had everyone kept down off the height, lest the ship's glasses

might possibly notice something; while, at the same time, we hadn't even

a fire kindled to cook our victuals. I was watching her over the brow of

the hill, through the telescope, when she evidently stood round on the

other tack to get up to windward, which brought her gradually nearer.

She was a large ship, under full canvas; and at last she rose her hull

to the white streak below the bulwarks, till I began to think they

intended passing the island to eastward to make the channel. I went down

for Jones, and asked him how far the reefs actually ran out, when he

told me there would probably be signs enough of them in such a strong

breeze; besides, as he reminded me, if she was the Indiaman, it was the

captain himself that had a chart of them; in which, from the particular

nature of it--being an old buccaneering chart, as he thought--they would

be laid down quite plainly.

"Indeed, when we both returned to the height, there were lines of surf

to be noticed here and there, more than three miles out; and seeing her

by that time so distinctly, a new uneasiness began to enter my head.

There were no signals we could make, even if they didn't serve the other

way; and, to tell the truth, I didn't much like the idea of being found

there. Still, it was terrible to see her getting nearer and nearer,

without the power of doing the least thing to warn her off; spreading

and heightening before you, till you counted her sails, and saw the

light betwixt them, with the breeze always strengthening off that side

the island, and of course making it the safer for her to pass it to

leeward. The blue surges rose longer to the foam at their crests, till

one's eye got confused between them and the spots of surf rippling

greenish over the tongues of reef; in fact, it wasn't far off being

low-water at the time, and the whole was to be seen better from the

height than elsewhere, stretched out like a floor that the breeze was

sweeping across, raising a white dust where the blue melted into the

light-brown tint of the sea to leeward. The breeze came so fresh that

she even hauled down her sky-sails and fore-royal, railing off to go to

leeward of the island. At the same moment, I made out with the glass

that she was actually the _Seringapatam_, and also that she'd got a

leadsman at work in the chains. Five minutes more, and she'd have gone

time enough into the distinct brown-coloured swells to stand past the

deep end: without help from the glass, I saw the sun sparkle in the

spray from her black bows; she made a sliding forge ahead with her whole

beam on to us; when, next moment, as if she had taken a sudden yaw and

broached-to in the wind, she came fairly end on, showing the three piles

of canvas in one. A wild boding of the truth crept on me as I sprang on

the peak, waving my arms and stamping like a lunatic, as if they could

hear me.

"The next instant she had fallen a little over, her foretopmast and

main-to'gallantmast gone out of their places at the shock, and the heavy

blue swells running to her highest side in a perfect heap of foam; while

the spray rose in white jets across her weather bulwarks at every burst

of them. The Indiaman had struck on a rib of reef, or else a spit of

sand, near the very edge of the whole bank: had it been only

high-water--as I had reason to believe afterwards--she'd have gone clear

over it. As soon as the first horror of the thing was a little past, I

looked, without a word, to Jones, and he to me. 'The fellows have come

at last, certainly!' said he, in a serious enough tone. 'Mr Collins,' he

added, 'the moment I set foot on ground here, I felt sure something

would come out of it!' 'Get the men down at once, sir,' I said, 'and

let's pull out to the ship!' 'Why, sir,' answered he, 'the breeze is

likely to keep for some time as it is, and if she's completely gone,

they'll be able to bring all hands safe ashore. If you take my advice,

Mr Collins, you'll hold all fast, and show no signs of our being here at

all, in case of having something or other to manage yet that may cost us

harder!' It didn't need much thought to see this, in fact; and in place

of going down, ten minutes after we were all close amongst the bushes on

the slope, watching the wreck. What was at the bottom of all this I

didn't know; whether Captain Finch had really got wind of Foster's

scheme, and been playing with some hellish notion his heart failed him

to carry out, or how it was; but what he was to make of _this_ was the

question.

"Well, toward afternoon, the wreck seemed pretty much in the same state,

though by that time they had evidently given her up, for the boats were

beginning to be hoisted out to leeward. We couldn't see what went on

there, till one of them suddenly appeared, pulling out for the island,

about three miles off; then the large launch after it. There were

ladies' dresses to be made out in both, their cloaks and shawls

fluttering bright to the breeze as the boats dipped in the short swells;

and they were full an hour ere they got out of our sight, near the broad

beach, on the level side, where the tide was ebbing fast again, making

it a hard matter to pull the distance. Two more boats came off the ship,

filled full of casks and other matters, save the crews; the rest of the

passengers and men no doubt waiting for the launch and jolly-boat to go

back and take them ashore--for, soon after, they both could be seen

rounding the point on their way out. On coming within hail of the fresh

boats, however, they apparently gave in, since we could see the two of

them, to our great surprise, strike round, and make for the beach again

with their shipmates, spite of signals from the wreck, and shots even

fired after them. The breeze by that time flagged, leaving less of a sea

against the ship's hull in the dead water from the other reefs, and she

had fallen over again to leeward--a proof of her sticking fast where

she struck, without much fear of parting very soon in such weather; but

the sun was going down, and this being the first sign of foul play we

had observed, it was plain at all events we should have to look sharp

about us. We kept close up the height, bolted our cold junk and biscuit,

washing down with a stiff caulker, and looked every man to his tools.

"To my great satisfaction, the planter, who had watched everything

seemingly in pure bewilderment, woke up out of it when he knew how

matters stood, and handled his double-barrel as cool as a cucumber,

putting in two bullets above the small shot he had got for the birds,

and ramming down with the air of a man summing up a couple of bills

against a rascally debtor. For my own part, I must say I was longer of

coming to feel it wasn't some sort of a dream, owing to Jones's broken

story; till the thought of _who_ was to all likelihood on the very

island below, with the rest of the ladies, amongst a set of all sorts of

foremast-men thrown loose from command--half of them probably ruffians,

with some hand in the matter--it came on me like fire at one's vitals.

Meantime we sat there patiently enough for want of knowing what was to

do first, or which way we had best keep to avoid bringing matters to a

head, worse than they yet were.

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