BARNABY THE AVENGER.
The man did not come back. During the whole day I remained with
Alice in fear. But he molested us not.
When the sun set, and the field hands returned, I was in two minds
whether to tell Barnaby what had happened, or not. But when I
saw his honest face, streaked with the dust of the day's work,
and watched him eating his lump of salt beef and basin of yellow
porridge with as much satisfaction as if it had been a banquet
of all the dainties, I could not bear, without greater cause, to
disturb his mind.
'To-night,' he told me, when there was no more beef and the porridge
was all eaten, 'there is a great feast at the Bridge. I would
we had some of their Sherris and Madeira. The Governor of Nevis
landed yesterday, and is entertained to-day by our Governor. All
the militia are feasting, officers and men; nobody will be on the
look-out anywhere; and it is a dark night, with no moon. What a
chance for us, could we make our escape to-night! There may never
again happen such a chance for us! How goes Robin?'
And so after a little more talk we lay down in our hammocks, and I,
for one, fell instantly asleep, having no fear at all for Alice;
first, because the Master would be now at the Bridge, feasting and
too drunk for anything but to sleep; and next, because she had with
her the woman Deb, as stout and lusty as any man.
The Master was not at the Bridge with the rest of the planters and
gentlemen. Perhaps the drink which he took in the morning caused
him to forget the great banquet. However that may be, he was, most
unluckily for himself, drinking at home and alone, yet dressed in
his best coat and wig, and with his sword, all of which he had put
on for the Governor's banquet.
After a while the Devil entered into him, finding easy admission,
so to speak, all doors thrown wide open, and even a welcome in
that deboshed and profligate soul. About eight o'clock, therefore,
prompted by the Evil One, the Master rose and stealthily crept out
of the house.
It was a dark night, but he needed no light to guide his footsteps.
He crossed the court and made straight for the sick-house.
He pushed the door open and stood for a little, looking within. By
the light of the horn lanthorn he saw the girl whose image was in
his mind. The sight might have caused him to return, repentant and
ashamed. For she was on her knees, praying aloud beside the bedside
of the sick man.
As he stood in the door the woman named Deb, who lay upon the floor
asleep, woke up and raised her head. But he saw her not. Then she
sat up, watching him with suspicion. But his eyes were fixed on the
figure of Alice. Then she sprang to her feet, for now she knew that
mischief was meant, and she stood in readiness, prepared with her
great strong arms to defend her mistress. But he thought nobody was
in the house but Alice and the sick man. He saw nothing but the girl
at the bedside.
I say that I was sleeping. I was awakened at the sound of a
shriek--I knew the voice--I sprang from the hammock.
'God of mercy!' I cried, 'it is Alice! Barnaby, awake!--awake, I
say! It is the cry of Alice!'
Then I rushed to the sick-house.
There I saw Alice--shrieking and crying for help. And before her
the Master struggling and wrestling with the woman Deb. She had her
arms round his neck and made as if she was trying to throttle him.
Nay, I think that she would have throttled him, so strong she was
and possessed of such a spirit, and by the light of the lanthorn
gleaming upon the blade I saw that his sword had either fallen from
his hand or from the scabbard, and now lay upon the floor.
'Stand back,' cried Barnaby, pushing me aside. 'Leave go of him,
woman. Let me deal with him.'
The thing was done in a moment. Merciful Heavens! To think that thus
suddenly should the soul of man be called to its account! I had
seen the poor fellows shot down and cut to pieces on Sedgemoor; but
then they knew that they were going forth to fight, and so might be
killed. There was time before the battle for a prayer. But this man
had no time--and he was more than half drunk as well.
He lay at our feet, lifeless, Barnaby standing over him with a
broken sword in his hand.
For a while no one spoke or moved. But the woman called Deb gasped
and panted and even laughed, as one who is well pleased because she
hath had her revenge.
Then Madam herself, clad in a long white night-dress and with bare
feet, suddenly pushed us aside and fell upon her knees beside the
wounded man.
She lifted his head. The face was pale and the eyes closed. She laid
it gently down and looked round.
'You have killed him,' she said, speaking not in a rage or passion,
but quietly. 'You have killed him. To-morrow you will hang! you will
all hang!'
We said nothing.
'Doctor,' she turned to me, 'tell me if he is dead or living.'
She snatched the lanthorn and held it while I made such examination
as was possible. I opened his waistcoat and laid back his shirt.
The sword had run straight through him and broken off short, perhaps
by contact with his ribs. The broken point remained in the wound and
the flesh had closed around it, so that, save for a drop of blood or
two oozing out, there was no flow.
It needs no great knowledge to understand that when a man hath six
inches of steel in his body which cannot be pulled out, and when he
is bleeding inwardly, he must die.
Still, as physicians use, I did not tell her so.
'Madam,' I said, 'he is not dead; he is living. While there is life,
there is hope.'
'Oh!' she cried; 'why did he buy you when he could have had the
common sort? You will hang--you will hang, every one!'
'That shall we presently discover,' said Barnaby. 'Humphrey, we have
now no choice left--what did I tell thee about the chances of the
night? We must go this night. As for this villain, let him bleed to
death.'
'Go!' said Madam. 'Whither, unhappy men, will you go? There is no
place in the island where you can hide but with bloodhounds they
will have you out. You can go nowhere in this island but you will be
found and hanged, unless you are shot like rats in a hole.'
'Come, Humphrey,' said Barnaby, 'we will carry Robin. This poor
woman must go too; she will else be hanged for trying to throttle
him. Well, she can lend a hand to carry Robin. Madam, by your
leave we will not hang, nor will we be shot. In the--in the--the
cave--cave that I know of, your bloodhounds will never find us.'
'Madam,' I said, 'it is true that we shall attempt to escape. For
what hath happened I am truly sorry; yet we may not suffer such a
thing as was this night attempted without resistance, else should we
be worse than the ignorant blacks. The Master will perhaps live, and
not die. Listen, and take heed therefore.'
'Doctor,' she said, 'do not leave me. Stay with me, or he will die.
Doctor, stay with me, and I will save your life. I will swear that
you came at my call. Stay with me--I will save Alice as well. I will
save you both. You shall be neither flogged nor hanged. I swear it.
I will say that I called you for help when it was too late. Only
this man and this woman shall hang. Who are they? A rogue and----'
Barnaby laughed aloud.
'Doctor,' she said, 'if you stay he will perhaps recover and forgive
you all.'
Barnaby laughed again.
'Madam,' I told her, 'better death upon the gallows than any further
term of life with such a man.'
'Oh!' she cried; 'he will die where he is lying!'
'That may be, I know not.' I gave her certain directions, bidding
her, above all, watch the man, and cause him to lie perfectly quiet
and not to speak a word, even in a whisper, and to give him a few
drops of cordial from time to time.
'Come,' said Barnaby, 'we lose time, which is precious. Madam, if
your husband recover--and for my part I care nothing whether he
recover or whether he die--but if he should recover, tell him from
me, Captain Barnaby Eykin, that I shall very likely return to this
island, and that I shall then, the Lord helping, kill him in fair
duello, to wipe out the lash of the cudgel which he was good enough
once to lay about my head. If he dies of this trifling thrust with
his own sword he must lay that to the account of my sister. Enough,'
said Barnaby, 'we will now make our way to the woods and the cave.'
This said, Barnaby went to the head of Robin's bed and ordered Deb
to take the foot, and so between them they carried him forth with
them, while Alice followed and I went last.
We heard, long afterwards, through one Mr. Anstiss--the same young
gentleman who loved Alice and would have married her--what had
happened when we were gone. An hour or thereabouts afterwards, Madam
woke up one of the overseers, telling him what had happened, and
bidding him be ready at daybreak, with the bloodhounds, horses, and
loaded guns, to follow in pursuit and bring us back.
There would be, they thought, no difficulty at all in catching us,
because we were encumbered by a sick man and two women.
There was, however, more difficulty than they expected. For the
footsteps led the bloodhounds to the seashore; and here the trace
was lost, nor could it ever be afterwards recovered. And though
the hue and cry was out over all the island, and the woods and
the ravines and caves where runaway negroes hide were searched,
we were never found. Therefore, since no boat at all was missing
(the Guineaman had sailed away), it was certain that we could not
have escaped by sea. It was fortunate, indeed, that Barnaby dropped
no hint about the sea; otherwise there would have been despatched
some of the boats of the port in search of us, and in that case the
scuttling of the ship might have been necessary. For, had we been
caught, we should certainly have been hanged for murder, after being
flogged for attempted escape. For the Master died. He lay speechless
until the day broke. Then he became conscious, and presently
breathed his last in great anguish of body and terror of mind. What
hath since become of Madam, and of that miserable family of servants
and slaves, I know not. Certain it is that they could not find a
more barbarous or a more savage master in place of him whom Barnaby
slew if they were to search the whole of the Spanish Main and the
islands upon it.