DEFENCE TILL DEATH.
It was two o'clock before the look-out from the castle discerned the
approach of the pirates, and then all was activity. Carlo, having no
fears, and being, besides, well rested and fed, was all eagerness for
the first encounter. But Dona Elena had asked him to accompany her into
the church built within the palisade; and there, kneeling down, both
begged for a blessing on the Spanish arms. Carlo thought too of his own
desolate home, and this rather calmed his spirits. He wondered much
what had become of Harry Fenn, and whether he had been left behind or
forced to march to the attack. On the face of it, nothing could have
been more foolhardy than this expedition; and so thought the pirates
themselves as they at last, after a dreadful journey through mire and
mud, came in sight of the strongly fortified castle. Many a stout heart
wished at that moment that the owner thereof had not been quite so
clamorous in insisting on being chosen as one of the storming party; but
no one dared to put these thoughts into words, for to turn tail now and
receive the gibes and scorn of those they had left behind was not to be
thought of for a moment. They were now in an open space at the foot of
Chagres. The enemy at once opened fire upon them with more or less
effect, and to pause at that moment was only to get into greater danger,
so, without waiting for rest, they daringly began to ascend the hill in
order, if possible, to get close up to the walls. But though there was
no lack of pluck, the danger was too great, the task impossible; and so
they reluctantly beat a retreat, followed by shouts of joy and derision
from the walls of the castle, and many uncomplimentary titles, 'English
dogs' and 'Enemies of God and our King' being the mildest.
Within the castle precincts, Don Alvarez was here, there, and
everywhere; and though Carlo was not allowed to go into the most
dangerous places for fear of some stray shot or arrow, he was, however,
ready for every opening which promised a source of honour. He loaded
muskets, carried ammunition, dashed water over the heated gun-barrels,
and made himself very useful.
'They are repulsed!' rang through the castle as the men so long on watch
now bethought themselves of their supper; and the women, coming out of
the church, where they had been placed for safety, were soon busy
serving the heroes. Carlo's bright eyes were sparkling with eagerness;
he felt that he was serving under a brave, honourable man who would die
rather than give in, and that he was wiping out his own disgrace.
But after sunset it appeared evident that the dauntless spirits of the
buccaneers were not yet crushed, and that they meant to try again. The
small army advanced in a compact square, the foremost line carrying
fire-balls to throw at the palisades. Up they dashed, heedless of shots
and arrows, which had fatal effect in thinning the ranks; but at first
the assailants were quite impotent to effect any harm. The walls were
well manned, and it was difficult to get near enough to throw in the
fire-balls.
Again there was a thought of retreat, when a curious accident caused the
fight to be no longer advantageous only on one side. One of the pirates
was wounded with an arrow, which, striking him in the back, pierced his
body to the other side. With Spartan fortitude the man pulled it out,
and, taking a little cotton, he wound it round the arrow, and, putting
it in his musket, shot it back into the castle. This caused one of the
smaller houses within the precincts to catch fire, which, being thatched
with palm-leaves, easily ignited; and so eager was the fight that this
was not at once perceived, till suddenly the flame shot upwards, sending
a dull, lurid glow over the combatants.
Unfortunately, the house was not far from the powder-magazine, and a
smoking leaf was carried by the night wind towards this spot. In a few
moments more both the besieged and besiegers paused in their work, for
with a noise of terrific explosion the powder-magazine blew up,
scattering destruction within the walls, and, what was even worse,
shattering a large portion of the bank which protected the palisade.
At this moment Carlo, who had been engaged in reloading a number of
muskets, saw a sight which made him turn sick with fear. The fire was
gaining ground; the flames, like hungry furies, appeared to leap from
stake to stake of the strong palisade, and, further loosening the earth
round the breaches made by the explosion, allowed great masses of earth
to topple over into the ditch.
'Put out the fire! fetch water! hoist the bucket from the well!' shouted
Don Alvarez, frantically rushing from post to post. 'Keep up your
spirits, my men; don't fall back; hurl the first pirate who scales the
ditch headlong down the cliff!'
These and many like orders were passed on; but from below came a
desperate cheer from the pirates, who saw how the fire had done the
hardest part of the work for them, and with renewed courage dashed once
more forward.
It was, indeed, a terrible sight; the fire that raged round the palisade
was awful in its effects. The Spanish soldiers on one side struggled
bravely to stand to their posts; while the pirates, still more
determined, crawled along over the scorching earth, or literally ran the
gauntlet of the fire, in order to pass into the enclosure; and a shout
of triumph here and there told plainly where they had succeeded.
On his side, Don Alvarez worked wonders. He never flinched from his
duty, and seemed not to notice any personal danger; but when daylight
came the situation looked most depressing. Yet nothing could make him
give the order to forsake the various posts where the soldiers were
stationed.
Carlo saw now that most likely the pirates would conquer, and he could
have cried with shame and vexation. What should he say after all his
boasting? But one look at his uncle's stern, noble face made him toil
on at his work without pausing to think, till at last he was aware of an
unusual disturbance on the opposite side of the castle, a deafening
shout, and a furious firing. At this moment Don Alvarez reappeared at
his side.
'Carlo, here boy, quick: there is not a moment to spare. Take this
note, climb down by the rock stairs, and deliver it safely to Don
Meliros, the officer at the entrance fort--him you saw yesterday. If we
are undone, don't let him waste any more precious lives. It is my duty
to hold out till death, but his to save his garrison. Do you hear, boy?
And, if you see him again, bid good-bye to your father. Tell him--nay,
nothing more. But listen, Carlo: there is much danger in carrying this
message, my boy; but do it fearlessly: it may prevent greater
misfortunes for thee at least.'
Carlo did not hesitate a moment.
'Trust me, uncle: I will be as quick as possible, and come back to your
side. Where shall I find you?'
'In the Corps du Garde, boy. Good heavens! the men on the north are
giving way; that is our only strong point. Quick, boy: don't linger a
moment!'
Don Alvarez hurried away, and Carlo ran straight for the church, which
still remained untouched by the fire, and where the women and children
were huddled together repeating a Litany aloud, not at all realising how
great was their danger. Carlo knew that behind the church there was a
piece of wall which he could scale, and which was not yet guarded by the
pirates, all of whom were now concentrating their forces on the opposite
side. From this spot Carlo could climb round the parapet, and reach the
rocky stairs with his precious missive.
Being over-eager, however, Carlo found his task more difficult than he
had expected; in his case haste made waste, for twice he fell back, and
twice, being undaunted, he tried again. He heard a deafening shout
behind him; alas! Carlo knew it was not the Spanish war-cry, and at
last, in desperation, he made a final effort to lower himself to a ledge
below without losing his balance, which would have caused him to be
hurled down the face of the cliff; then, clinging like a goat, he crept
along till he reached the stairs.
At this moment, when, feeling that he had already wasted much precious
time, he was about to hurry down, a familiar voice close behind called
him by name.
'Senor Carlo, wait a moment. How I have looked for you!' And then
Harry Fenn, with greater skill than Carlo deemed possible, scrambled
down from a point above him, and having joined him whispered anxiously,
seizing him by the arm--
'Now, Senor, don't waste a moment: it is your only chance of safety.
They know you have been fighting, and the castle and all the ammunition
are now in the hands of the pirates.'
Carlo said nothing till both had reached the bottom; then, showing Harry
his letter, he said his uncle had bade him deliver it. Before reaching
the fort, however, they both saw that any message was now useless, for
the Spaniards were already scrambling for the boats in order to fly up
the river into the interior.
'Then I must return to my uncle, Harry,' said Carlo. 'I promised to go
to the Corps du Garde after I had given up my letter; but do not wait
for me, for now is your chance of escape.'
'He does not want you now, Senor Carlo: he died at his post as a brave
soldier should. I will tell you about it presently, for now we have not
a moment to waste: if you are found, or indeed if I am found helping
you, we shall both be shot without more ado, for the men are in wild
excitement.'
Carlo was speechless. The whole events of the last twelve hours seemed
too terrible to believe, and he followed Harry in total silence. The
latter, having now reached the bank of the river, was looking eagerly
about for a boat.
'Where can we go if you find a boat?' said Carlo at last very sadly.
'It would be better for me to stay and die with my uncle.'
'No; indeed, I am sure he meant you to be saved by his sending you down
here; he must have known when he did so that all was lost, and the
letter to the officer was an excuse to induce you to leave him.'
'But my Aunt Elena--what will become of her? Alack! Heaven is
altogether against us!'
'Do not distress yourself about her: she is of too great importance to
come to any harm; they will make her pay a heavy ransom--and, anyhow,
they will treat her well till Captain Morgan comes. Look, Senor, there
is a small boat with one Indian in it. Have you any gold about you? We
might perhaps bribe him.'
But Carlo was penniless; only, being able to make himself understood, he
began trying to strike a bargain for the canoe, which appeared now their
only chance of safety.
The fort was quite evacuated, and so terrified were the Spaniards now
escaping up the river, that, in spite of signals from Carlo, not one
would return. So, after some delay, during which Harry became every
minute more impatient, knowing how great the danger was, the boys
squeezed themselves into the small canoe, and, crouching down, bade the
Indian paddle out to sea.
For a long time Carlo lay there too much distressed to speak; but
happily Harry had all his senses about him, and had seized a pair of
small oars left behind by the fugitives. Very soon he noticed that they
had drifted too near the pirate ships, and that they were discovered,
for Harry's keen eyes at once noticed a slight stir on board.
'Senor Carlo, get up and row: we must make the best of our way towards
St. Catherine, if we cannot get up greater speed than this we may be
lost.' And Carlo, thinking of his father and sister and his home, at
last roused himself and rowed with a will.
'But what is the use of our getting back to St. Catherine?' he said;
'Captain Morgan will not be more lenient to me than his men would have
been.'
'He will come off at once on hearing of this victory, I am sure, for he
will want his share of the spoil. My hope is that we may escape him in
that way.'
'But he will never forgive you for helping me,' said poor Carlo, feeling
that he had brought misfortune on the noble English boy, who cared as
much as he did himself for freedom.
'That is of no consequence--I can risk that; indeed, if he would, he
would never dare forgive me now; his men would not let him. Ah, Senor,
what is the matter? The sun is too powerful; and indeed you have gone
through enough to make you feel ill.'
'Nay, I will not give way,' said Carlo; but he felt so sick and giddy,
that in a few moments he had to give up his oar and lie down in the
boat; whilst Harry, seeing now that all danger from the pirate boats was
over, intimated to the Indian that they must make the best of their way
to St. Catherine.
Happily the Indian had some bananas and oranges on board which he had
been bringing down to the fort for sale, when the general exodus of the
Spaniards had prevented him landing. This was the only food they had to
depend upon, and the distance was great for such a small craft. But
necessity knows no impossibility, and now Harry felt, for the moment at
least, that he was really free; though he would, on landing, probably
fall again into the hands of his enemies; and if so, then he knew what
he must expect--a death which would most likely be accompanied by
torture.
'Mr. Aylett would say I had done well,' was his consolation, and Etta
Allison would, perhaps, through his means, also be able to get her
freedom. So, humming one of the old hymns he had sung as a choir-boy at
home, he took courage and determined to reach St. Catherine or die in
the attempt. 'Anyhow, Senor Carlo will be no worse off in dying of
hunger than in dying through torture. They would have been sure to
imagine he knew where Don Alvarez hid his treasure. I am free, free,
and the air seems fresher, and the sea smells sweeter; so, God helping
me, I will save him and myself.'
Whilst these events were taking place at Chagres the inhabitants of
Santa Teresa were by no means happy. Deprived of even the slight
protection of Harry Fenn, the girls and Catalina found themselves in no
enviable position. After the departure of the expedition, Captain
Morgan determined to settle as far as possible the affairs of the
island, so that directly he should hear of the success or failure of the
enterprise against Chagres Castle he should be free to go about other
business. If the attack failed he must again unite his fleet--for the
greater number of ships were in the bay--and take counsel with his chief
officers; but if it succeeded, then all hands and all heads would be
needed for the attack on Panama, which was, in truth, the height of
their ambition. For these reasons Captain Morgan still made Santa
Teresa his headquarters, but was full of occupation elsewhere; and, to
make the poor Don Estevan del Campo's task harder, he required his daily
attendance upon him. The Captain was bent on demolishing all the strong
castles of St. Catherine, meaning to leave only Santa Teresa standing
for his own future use. He thus made Don Estevan assist at this
wholesale destruction, treating him outwardly with consideration, but
implying that the Spaniard was himself glad to help in the destruction
of the forts it had been his duty to look after. The Marquis suffered
much more torment than if he had died as a soldier, and every day he
became more gloomy, more miserable, and so curious in his behaviour that
many said he must be losing his mind, and shunned him accordingly. He
was, in fact, tormented with terrible regrets, and these were ten-fold
increased when he heard that his son had been sent with the expedition
against his brother-in-law. To make things worse, Captain Morgan had
forbidden the Marquis to enter Santa Teresa, saying that it would be too
severe a tax on the loyalty of the Indians and the negroes, who, for
convenience' sake, were kept in their old places; but in truth it was to
make the Marquis feel he was in reality now simply a prisoner and
nothing more. So he lodged at St. Jerome, and was narrowly watched, for
fear he should take it into his head to escape; and this did not add to
his comfort or his peace of mind.
Felipa was thus left to the care of old Catalina, and Captain Morgan
troubled himself very little about them, meaning in the near future to
make the Marquis ransom his own child from supposed captivity.
Though glad enough to be left alone, the trio were yet much puzzled as
to how they were to get enough daily food. Andreas no longer came to
the balcony in answer to Etta's soft whistling, so they concluded that
he must have either escaped or been killed. The guards placed below
were all rough men of various nationalities whom Catalina dared not ask
for food; and she and her charges began to understand that they were as
much prisoners as if they had been in the dungeons below. Catalina had
been able to secrete a small quantity of Indian corn and to bake some
cakes with it; but now this was finished, what was to be done?
One day, when all the food was gone, Etta, creeping out into the passage
once more to see if Andreas would come or answer her whistling, heard
the loud tones of Captain Morgan giving some order. Forgetting
Catalina's strict injunctions not to go below, forgetting everything but
that Felipa was crying from hunger, and that she herself was only
restrained by her English pride from doing the same, she ran down as
quickly as she could to the hall where some twenty men were tramping
about bringing in the evening meal, and Captain Morgan was listening to
a messenger who had just entered.
Etta was quite reckless now, even though the men raised a shout at her
appearance, crying out, 'Here comes the little English wench,' and one
said: 'Ay, but she's got bonnie golden hair and looks ready for a
gambol.' But the girl took no heed, and, running up to Captain Morgan,
insisted this time on being heard.
'Captain Morgan, prithee, will you let us starve up there? We are all
so very, very hungry! It is cruel of you; and meseems it is very unlike
an Englishman to starve his prisoners.'
The Captain received this burst of eloquence with loud laughter; and,
turning to the messenger, said:
'Marry! good Smith, do you hear the maid? She says it is not right that
any one should starve in this place; and, by my faith, when you bring me
such good news I think she is right. We will give a feast to-day to
every soul in the castle. But in truth, bold maid, I bade that lame
fellow see after your provender, and now, methinks, he has gone to
Chagres and forgotten all about you. Here, Mings, send up a royal feast
to the fair ladies, and a few bottles of good wine besides to drink our
health in. And mind you, little cinder witch, to tell your Spanish
friends that it is all in honour of the taking of Chagres. By the way,
Smith, what has become of my godson and of the young Spaniard?'
Etta stood speechless as she heard the terrible news. Where was Carlo,
and what would he do?
'By my troth, Captain, I know only that neither of them has been seen
since the taking of the castle; so either they were killed in the
skirmish or they have hidden themselves somewhere.'
Captain Morgan frowned.
'Brodely will have to answer for the safety of both lads. If they have
escaped we shall soon catch them, and then---- And how many men did we
lose? I would such valiant fellows were cudgel-proof.'
'A hundred bodies were counted before I left; and as to the wounded,
that will add another seventy; but we have taken much rich stuff, and
ammunition enough to serve for our next expedition, not to mention Don
Alvarez's lady, whose ransom will be a fortune.'
'That will be my affair,' said the Captain grandly. 'Will they send the
prisoners here at once?'
Etta waited to hear no more; but though her expedition had procured them
a dinner such as they had not enjoyed for a long time, yet they could
not help shedding many tears over it. Their grand hopes as to Don
Alvarez were crushed; and, worse still, what had become of Carlo? Not a
ray of hope seemed now left to them.