CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH
The devils were out; never once did I doubt it. The alarm bell ringing
loudly in the corridor, the tramp of feet as of an army marching, the
cry of man to man proclaimed the fact beyond any cavil. If the clang of
arms and the loud word of command had found me unwilling to believe
that sailors must die that night on the reef to the southward side, the
voice of Edmond Czerny himself, crying by the very door behind which I
stood, would have answered the question for good and all. For Czerny I
heard, I would have staked my life on it--Czerny, whom last I had seen
at Nice on the morning of his marriage.
"To the work, to the work!" I heard him shouting; "let Steinvertz come
to me. There is a ship on the Caskets--a ship, do you hear?"
His voice was hoarse and high-pitched, like the voice of a man half mad
with delirium. Those that answered him spoke in terms not less
measured. Had a pack of wild hounds been slipped suddenly to its prey,
no howls more terrifying could have been heard than those which echoed
in that house of mystery. And then, upon the top of the clamour, as
though to mark the meaning of it, came silence, a silence so awesome
that I could hear myself breathing.
"They've left the house, then," I said to Miss Ruth in a whisper;
"that's something to be glad about!"
She passed the remark by and, seating herself in a chair, she buried
her face in her hands. I could hear her muttering "God help them--God
help them!" and I knew that she spoke of those dying out on the
dangerous reef. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten my
presence; but, after a spell, she looked up suddenly and answered the
question.
"Yes," she said; "my husband will be on the yacht. He has not the
courage to be anywhere else. You and I are quite alone now, Jasper."
My fingers closed tight about my seaman's cap, and I went to the door
and unlocked it. Strong and clear in my head, and not to be denied, was
something which seemed to set my brain on fire. "My God," I said, "what
does it mean?" Was it chance or madness that I should pass it by?
"There would be men below at the furnaces and others standing to
guard," I put it to her; "how many in all do you make out that a man
might chance to meet if he went below just now, Miss Ruth?"
She became very calm at the words, I thought, and stood up that she
might take my words more readily.
"Jasper!" she exclaimed, "what are you going to do, Jasper?"
"God knows," said I. "Tell me how many men there are in this house."
She stood and thought about it. The flushed face told the story of her
hopes. Neither of us would speak all that came leaping to our tongues.
"There would be five, I think, in the engine-house and six for the
guards," she said, and I could almost see her counting them; "the lower
gate is the second in the corridor. There is a ladder there, and--oh,
Jasper, what do you mean?" she asked again.
"Mean?" said I; "why this: that it is time my shipmates shared your
hospitality. Aye, we'll bring them along," says I, "Seth Barker and the
others. And then," says I, coming quite close to her, "the luck being
with us, we'll shut the doors. Do you say there are two of them?"
She said that there were two; one for the men, a small gate on the
reef; the other for Czerny--they called it the great gate. "And, oh,"
she cried, while her very gladness seemed to thrill me through--"oh, if
you could, if you could, Jasper--!"
"Whether I can or no the night will prove," said I, more quietly than
before. "One thing is sure, Miss Ruth, that I am going to try. It's
worth the trying, indeed it is. Do you find your own room and know
nothing at all about it. The work below is men's work, and there are
men, thank God, to do it."
You say that it was a boast; aye, perhaps it was that, yet what a
boast! For think of it. Here at the very moment when it appeared that
our lives were at Czerny's mercy, at this very moment when we must look
to his cruel hand for succour or sleep in the death-pit of the island,
there comes this message from the sea and the devils go out. There is
not a sound in the house, and I know that my comrades are waiting for
my word. I have three brave men behind me; the peril fires my blood so
that, man or devil against me, I care nothing for either. Was it a
boast for a man to stake all on a throw at such an hour? Not so, truly,
but just what any English seaman would have done, saying, "All or
nothing, the day or the night," as chance should decide for him.
Now, my hand was upon the key when I told little Ruth that it was men's
work, and without waiting to hear her wise displeasure I opened the
door and stepped out into the silent hall. One man alone kept watch
there, and he was in the shadows, so that I could not see his face or
tell if he were armed. I knew that this man was the first between me
and my liberty, and without a moment's hesitation I crossed the hall;
and aware of all the risks I took, understanding that a word of mine
might bring the guard down from the sea, I clapped a pistol to the
sentry's head and let him know my pleasure.
"Open that gate, Benno Regnarte!" said I.
He was a short man, burly, with curly hair, and not an unpleasant face.
So quick had I come upon him, so strange, perhaps, he thought it that I
named him at hazard, that he fell back against the iron and stood there
gaping like one who had seen a bogey in the dark. Never, I believe, in
all this world was a seaman so frightened. He could not speak or utter
a sound, or even raise his hand. He just stood there like a shivering
fool.
"Benno Regnarte, open that gate!" I repeated, seeing that I had the
name all right; "I'll give you half a minute."
The threat brought him to his senses. Without a word, a sign, a sound,
he opened the iron doors and waited for me to go through.
"Now," said I, "give me those keys and march on. And by the heaven
above me, if you open your lips far enough for a fly to go in, I'll
shoot you dead where you stand!"
He gave me the keys with a hand that trembled so that he nearly dropped
them. In spite of my injunction he mumbled something, and I was not
unwilling to hear it.
"I am the friend of Mme. Czerny," said he, cringingly; "trust me,
signor, for God's sake trust me!"
"When you earn the trust," said I, grimly; "now march, and remember!"
I let him go through, and then locked the iron doors behind me. Miss
Ruth, at least, must be protected from the rogues below. The lamps in
the corridor were still burning, and, by here and there, I thought that
I saw figures in the shadows. But no man hailed me, and when I came to
the great dormitory which, at first passing, was full of seamen, I
found the door of it open and no more than six or seven men still about
its tables. If they heard me come up they suspected nothing. I shall
always say that the brightest idea of that night was the one which came
to me while I stood by the open door and counted the devils that Czerny
had left to guard his house. For what should I do, upon the oddest
impulse, but put my hand round the door very quietly and, closing it
without noise, turn the key first in the lock and then in my pocket.
"Six," said I to the man before me; "and you make seven. How many more
in this place now, Benno Regnarte?"
He held up his hands and began to count.
"In the engine-room one, two, three," he said; "upon the ladder hereby
two; at the great door two more. Seven men altogether, signor. Your
party will be more than that?"
I laughed at his notion, and, seeing that the man still shivered with
fear and was not to be counted, I went straight ahead to the greater
work I had to do. Already the alarm was raised in the room behind me,
and men were beating with their fists upon the iron door. It was ten to
one that their cries must be heard and one of the sentinels called from
the sea; but, miracle if you will, or greed of plunder if that is the
better term, none came; none answered that heavy knocking. And I--why,
I was at the cavern's head by that time, and, opening the trap, I had
spoken to my shipmates.
"Up you come, every one of you--up for your lives!" cried I. "Do you,
Seth Barker, lift the doctor, and let Peter Bligh follow after. There's
no time to lose, lads--no time at all."
I took them by surprise, be sure of it. That opening trap, the light
flashing down upon them, the message when they had begun to despair of
any message, the call to action--aye, how they leaped up to answer me
with ready words!
"To God be the glory!" cries Peter Bligh, and I can hear him now. "To
God be the glory! 'It was the captain's voice,' says I, before ever you
spake a word."
"And oh, aren't we sick of it--just sick of it!" chimes in Dolly Venn
as he climbs the ladder like a cat and stands willingly at my side.
I pressed his hand, and showed him the revolver I carried.
"Whip it out, lad, whip it out," said I; "we've work to do to-night for
ourselves and another. Oh, I count on you all, Dolly, as I never
counted before!"
He would have said something to this, I make sure, but the others came
through the trap while I spoke, and four more astonished men never
stood in a cavern to ask, "What next?"
"The ladder to the reef side," said I, putting their surprise by and
turning to the Italian in whose hands our lives might lie; "can men
hold the top of it, or is it best taken by the sea?"
He answered me with a dramatic gesture and a face which spoke his
warning.
"At the rockside it is straight; they shoot you from the top, captain.
No man go up there from this place. They fire guns, make noise."
"And the report will call the others," said I. "So be it; but we'll
close that door, anyway."
It was Greek to the others, and they gaped at the words. From the room
which I had locked loud shouts were to be heard and heavy blows upon
the iron panels. That such cries would call men from the sea presently,
I knew well. We had but a few minutes in which to act, and they were
precious beyond all words. The gate must be shut though a hundred lay
concealed in the rooms of mystery about us. On our part we staked all
on chance; we threw the glove blindly to fortune. And, remember, I
alone knew anything of that house in which we stood; that house, above
which the sea ever rolled her crested breakers and lifted her eerie
chantry. My shipmates were but astonished strangers, not willing to go
back, yet half afraid of that which lay before them. The bright lights
in the caverns, the dark doors opening into darkness, and upon these
the great corridor, so vast, so gloomy, so mysterious, were to them new
pictures in a wonderland the like to which they had never seen before
and will never see again.
"What place is this, and where is the best parlour?" asks Peter Bligh,
his clumsy head blundering to a question even at such a time. "'Tis
laid out for a small and early, and crowns to be broken," says he.
"Have you took it furnished, or are there neighbours, sir? 'Tis a queer
house entirely."
I cut him short and turned to the doctor.
"What news of the foot, sir?" I asked him; "how are you feeling now?"
He replied light-heartedly enough, wishful, I could see, to make light
of it.
"Like a man who has bought a wooden leg and prefers the old one," said
he; asking at the same time, "What's the course, captain, and why do we
follow it?"
"The course," said I, "is to Mme. Czerny's boudoir, and a good couch to
lie upon. Do you two get on as fast as you can and leave us to the
parley. It's coming, sure enough, and lame men won't help the argument.
We'll need your help by-and-bye, doctor, when the heads are broken."
I made the guess at hazard, little knowing how near the truth it was to
prove. We were almost at the head of the first stairway by this time,
and the uproar in the corridor might have awakened the seven sleepers.
Impossible, I said, that such a warning should not bring in men from
the sea, sentinels who would ask by whose hand the key had been turned;
but the danger lay behind us in the shadows where we had not looked for
it. Aye, the three in the engine-house, how came I to forget them? They
were atop of us before the doctor was out of hearing, and a great
hulking German, his face smeared with soot and a bar of iron in his
hands, caught me by the shoulder and swung me round almost before I had
done speaking.
"Who, in thunder, are you?" asks he. It was a question which had to be
answered.
Now, I had picked up a wrinkle or two about "rough-and-tumbles" in the
years I traded to Yokohama, and though my heart was in my mouth and it
was plain to me that this was the crisis of the night, when a single
unlucky stroke or misspoken word might undo all that chance had done
for us, I nevertheless kept my wits about me, and letting the man turn
me round as he willed I presently caught his arm between both of mine
and almost broke the bone of it. Upon which he lifted up a cry you
might have heard at the sword-fish reef, and writhing down I struck him
with all my force and he fell insensible.
"Seven and one makes eight," said I, and a man might forgive himself
for boasting at such a time; for, mark you, but two were left to deal
with, and while one was making for little Dolly Venn, Peter Bligh had
the throat of the other in such a grip that his friends might well have
said, "God help him!"
"Hold him, Peter, hold him!" cried I, my blood fired and my tongue set
loose; but there was no need to be anxious for Mister Bligh, I do
assure you.
"He'll need new teeth to-morrow, and plenty of 'em!" says he, shaking
the man as a dog shakes a rat. "Aye, go on, captain, the fun's
beginning here."
I waited to hear no more, but ran at the man who closed with little
Dolly Venn. "Dolly's is the need," said I; though in that I was
mistaken, as you shall see presently. And I do declare it was a picture
to watch that bit of a lad dancing round a hulking Dutchman, and
hitting the wind out of him as though he had been a cushion. Grunt? The
lubber grunted like a pig, and every time he stopped for want of breath
in come Master Dolly again with a lightning one which shook him like a
thunder-bolt. No "set-to" that I have seen in all my life ever pleased
me half as much; and what with crying and laughing by turns, and
singing out "Bravo, Dolly!" and dancing round the pair of them, the
sweat ran off me like rain, and I, and not little Dolly Venn, might
have been doing for the Dutchman in the shadows of that corridor.
In the end, believe me, this foreign bully turned tail and ran like a
whipped cur. It was all I could do to keep the lad from his heels.
"Next time, Dolly," cried I, holding him back roughly, "next time, lad;
we have better work to do, much better work to do. Here's Peter needing
a box for his goods--and a pretty big one, too. Is it over, Peter? Will
he be talking any more?" I asked Mister Bligh.
He answered me by pointing to a figure on the floor beside him, stark
and motionless and very still. Peter had played his part, indeed; I
knew that the gate of Czerny's house was open.
"All together, lads," said I, leading them on now with a light heart;
"all together and out of the shadows, if you please. We've another gate
to close, and then--as God's above me, I do believe we have bested
Edmond Czerny this night!"
It was something to say, a thought to thrill a man, and yet I would not
dwell upon it, remembering all that lay between us and Miss Ruth's
freedom--all that must be done in the doubtful hours before us.
"The iron ladder by which the men come in," I asked of the Italian,
suddenly, "where is that, Regnarte?"
Now, this man had been very frightened during the brawl at the
stairs-head; but, seeing the stuff we were made of, and being willing
all along to join with us (for I learned afterwards that he nursed a
private spite against Czerny), he replied to me very readily:
"The ladder is the second door, captain; yet why, since no man can go
up? I tell you that two hold it, and they have guns. You cannot go,
captain! What good the key when men have guns?"
"We'll see about that," said I. And cocking my pistol I strode to the
door he indicated.
It was an iron door, opening inward to a small apartment cut out of the
solid rock. For a while I could see nothing when I entered the little
cavern--it laid bare; but, becoming used to the dim light presently, I
took a few steps forward, and looking up I saw a rocky chimney and an
orifice far up and the stars glimmering in the grey-blue sky above me.
This, then, was the second gate to Czerny's house, I said; the seagate
by which his men passed in. Here, as yonder where Miss Ruth's apartment
lay, the reef lifted itself above the highest tides; here was the gate
we must shut if the night were to be won. And who would dare it with
armed men on the threshold, and a ladder for foothold, and the
knowledge on our part that one word of the truth would dig a grave for
recompense? And yet it had to be dared; a man must go up that night for
a woman's sake.
Well, I took off my boots at the ladder's foot, and thrusting my pistol
into my waist-belt I spoke a warning word to Peter Bligh.
"This," said I, taking from Regnarte the key I needed, "this opens the
iron doors you will meet down yonder. If misfortune happens to me, go
straight through and take my place. Hold the rooms as long as you can
and let your judgment do the rest. Belike Mister Jacob will come back
with the ship. I wish to God I could think so!" I added.
He nodded his head, and but half understanding what I was about he
watched me anxiously when I put my naked foot with wary step on the
ladder and began to go up. I saw him for a moment, a comrade's figure
in the dim light of the cavern, and then thinking only of my purpose,
and of what it would mean to one who waited for me, I clenched my teeth
and began my journey. Below me were the little cave and the glimmer of
a distant lamp, shipmates crying "God speed!" the hidden house, the
mystery; above me that dark funnel of the rock and the sky, which
seemed to beckon me upward to freedom and the sea.
If danger lay there I could not espy it nor detect its presence. Not a
sound came from the open trap, no figures were to be seen, no spoken
voice to be heard. The moaning waves upon the iron reef, the echo of
gunshots in the silence of the night, alone spoke of life and being and
the open sea without. And I went up like a cat, rung by rung, my hand
hot upon the iron, the thought in my head that madness sent me and that
I might never see another day.
No man appeared at the orifice, I say; the gate might have been
unguarded for any sentinel I could espy. Nevertheless, I knew that the
Italian spoke the truth, and that his reckoning was good. Edmond Czerny
was no fool to leave a sea-gate open to all the world. Somewhere on the
foothold of the rocks men were lurking, I made sure. That they heard
nothing of their friends' outcry in the corridor below, that they did
not answer it, was a thing I had not, at the first, understood; but it
became plain when the chimney I climbed shut out every sound but that
of the breaking seas, and gave intervals of silence so great that a man
might have heard a ticking watch. No, truly, it was no wonder that they
had not gone down nor heard that loud alarm, for they hungered for the
wreck; for pillage and plunder, and all the gruesome sights Ken's
Island that night could show them; and this hunger kept them at the
water's edge, hounds kennelled when others were free, unwilling idlers
on a harvest day. God knows, they paid a price for that when the good
time came.
Now, at the ladder's head, everything was as I had seen it in the
mind's picture; and even before I made the top fresh spray would shower
upon my face, while the sea sounded as though its waves were breaking
almost at my very ears. Unchallenged and, for all I could make out,
unwatched, I grew bolder step by step, until at last I touched the
topmost rung; and, looking over, I saw the white crests of the breakers
and the pinnacles of the reef and the distant island under its loom of
gold-blue fog. Halted there, with one hand swung free and my good
pistol ready, I peered intently into the night--a sentinel watching
sentinels, a spy upon those that should have spied. And standing so I
saw the men, and they saw me; and quickened to the act by the sudden
danger, I swung over the first half of the trap which shut the chimney
in, and made ready to close the second with all the deftness I could
command.
There were two men at the sea's edge, and they did not hear me, I
believe, until the first door of that trap was down. Perchance, even
then, they thought that a comrade played a jest upon them, and that
this was all in the night's work, for one of them coming up leisurely
peered into the hole and put a question to me in the German tongue.
This man, my heart beating like a piston, and my nerves all strung up,
I struck down with the butt-end of my pistol, and, as God is my
witness, I swung over the trap and shot the bolts and locked the great
padlock before the other could move hand or foot. For the foreigner
fell, without a cry, headlong into the sea which played at his very
feet.
"Shut--shut, by thunder!" cried I to those below, and gladder words a
seaman never spoke to comrades waiting for him. "One gate more and the
night is ours, lads!"
They heard me in astonishment. Remember how new this place of mystery
was to them; how little I had told them of that which I do. If they
followed me like the brave men that they were, set it down to the
affection they bore me, and the belief that I led them on no child's
errand. So much must have occurred to them as we gained the upper house
and shut the iron doors behind us. The way lay to the sea again, the
road most dear to the heart of every sailor. Let the main gate of
Czerny's house be closed and all was won, indeed.
Aye, and you shall stand with me as, mounting a broad stairway beyond
Miss Ruth's own door, I found myself out upon a great plateau of rock,
and beheld the silent ocean spread out like a silver carpet before my
grateful eyes, and knew that the house was ours--that house the like to
which no man has built or will build during the ages.