CHAPTER XXI

Wearily the weeks went by after John Drake's death. What with the

miserable effect it had upon the whole company and the continual

rains, it was all that Harry and I could do to keep the men in good

heart. Indeed, our lives at that time were far from easy, not only

in respect of our spirits, because of our grief, but also in respect

of our bodies, because of the wet and cold, and, above all, the

legions of a certain grievous insect, which the constant rain seemed

to engender of the mud upon our islands.

We had suffered from them all along the coast, but never so

grievously as here. The Spaniards call them 'mosquitoes.' They are

insects of the bigness and similitude of reasonable gnats, but for

ferocity, persistence, and trumpeting past anything we know in

England. We often marvelled for what purpose they could have been

made, unless it were to punish Spaniards. Yet this reason halts, for

a mariner who had sailed in a ship of the Muscovy Company reported to

us that he had felt and seen them as bad, or worse, in the country of

the Samoits and Permians upon the Muscovy Sea.

Yet by constant work in strengthening our fort, and hunting with the

Cimaroons on the Main, no less than by every pastime Harry could

devise, we managed to keep in health till the general returned. It

was towards the end of November that he came back, with a prize of

some ninety tons, which, as well as his pinnaces, was laden with all

manner of provisions, not forgetting several botijos of good Spanish

wine.

Like ourselves he had suffered much from wet and cold, as well as

from want of meat, for he had found the whole coast thoroughly

alarmed and prepared for his coming. Yet had he taken not a few

prizes, and, what pleased him best, ridden out a storm which lasted

many days in the harbour of Carthagena itself, in spite of all the

Spaniards could do with horse, foot, ordnance, and treachery to drive

him thence.

But all the joy with which we might have talked over these things was

marred, because Jack was no longer there to take his part. Of

Frank's and Joseph's grief over the loss of their brother I will not

speak. Yet I know how deep it was, though they said but little.

Frank seemed to care no longer to jest over what the prisoners had

said about him, and when alone was very stern, though outwardly with

the men he would be cheerful as ever.

It was all the harder to bear since we were now condemned more than

ever to inaction. From what the general saw on his last-made voyage

to Carthagena, and the intelligences he had from the prisoners, he

was resolved to keep close, that the Spaniards might think us

entirely gone, until we could hear of the coming of the Plate Fleet,

when with better hope we could make our attempt by land against the

_recuas_ that came to meet it.

We were well able to lie still awhile, since our magazines were full,

and there was no necessity for our putting to sea for intelligence,

since the Cimaroons had spies out everywhere for the first tidings of

the coming of the fleet.

Frank's efforts to keep the men in good heart were redoubled, since,

now that the rains were beginning to abate, he knew the sun would

increase in power and draw all kinds of noxious humours and

exhalations from the sodden earth; against which danger he held there

was nothing so medicinable as a cheerful spirit.

Till the end of the year things went well, though in spite of all we

could do with daily worship, music, and sports, it was plain that

crude and heavy humours were being engendered in us by the sudden

change we underwent from cold to heat.

Our surgeon was ever urging Frank to permit him to rid the men of

these humours by strong purgations, but he would not consent to it,

rather serving out more wine to those who seemed most oppressed. So

we passed Christmas indifferently well; but, our merrymaking over,

things went worse than ever, with constant quarrels and murmuring,

which Frank bore with very patiently, knowing it was an infirmity of

the flesh rather than the spirit.

At last some lay down and would not be persuaded to any sport, and

before the end of the day our surgeon pronounced ten of them to be

sick of a calenture. Three days after half our company was down and

several dead. In vain did Frank and the surgeon try every remedy

they could devise. On the seventh day Joseph Drake was seized, to

his brother's great grief.

For some days our general had been very earnest to have made

discovery of this terrible disease by ripping open one of those who

had died, and now in hope to save his brother he openly proclaimed

his intention, but in spite of their sufferings the company murmured

so loudly at this profanation of their dead comrades that he was

compelled to forego his desire.

'They say I care not what indignity I set on them,' said Frank to me,

when I told him what the men were saying, 'so long as I save my

brother? Poor lads, they must be sorely sick in body and spirits to

say that. They shall see yet how they are all brothers to me, and

they shall have their way. Yet I would dearly love to make discovery

of the strange matter. It is hard, very hard, to lose Joe as well as

Jack.'

Yet so he did, and two days after Joseph Drake breathed his last in

his brother's arms. I saw tears drop from Frank's eyes as he bent

over the fair curly head that lay on his knee, watching the bright

young life go fitfully out. Joe had spoken last of his unhappy

mother, seeming to lament he had not been more kind to her, and this

memory had touched Frank, who was himself sick, more keenly than he

could bear.

So, as I say, he was weeping over his brother as he died. When the

last glimmer of life was gone he laid the fair head on the pillow,

and, kneeling down, prayed to God very earnestly that his brother

might be the last to die. Nearly all the company were gathered round

kneeling very respectfully as the general prayed. When he made an

end they all cried 'Amen,' and most tried in vain to keep back a tear

when they saw how tenderly their general leaned down and kissed the

calm young face of his dead brother.

All the time our rat-faced surgeon sat unmoved in the corner of the

house where we were. He alone did not kneel, but sat with his case

of knives on his knee, and never took his little round eyes off the

general. He shifted uneasily when Frank stooped to give his farewell

embrace to his brother, and looked more keenly than ever when he rose

up to his feet with dry eyes and the old resolute look on his face.

'Now, my lads,' said he, 'you may go. It is over. I thank you all

heartily for your prayers. Your duty is done, but mine and Master

Surgeon's is only begun. You would not let me do it before, and so

we have come to this pass; but, by God's help, this day we will make

an end. You thought I used you hardly when I would have done this to

one of your mates. So I stayed my hand, knowing how abominable it is

to unlearned men. Yet now you shall not hinder me, for between me

and my brother's body no one has a right to stand. Go now, and ere

long you shall know whether I hold my brotherhood to my father's son

higher than my brotherhood to you, my company.'

The rat-faced surgeon had opened his case, but the men still were

loath to go, as though they would have stayed Frank from his purpose,

and again the little black eyes looked keen and anxious at the

captain.

'Go, men!' cried Frank in a sharp, biting voice. 'It is I, Captain

Drake, who bid you, and whom you know.'

Slowly then they left. More than one stopped at the door to look

round at the surgeon rolling up his sleeves and shudder, till Frank's

set look sent them on their way. He beckoned me to stay; and indeed

I think he had need of some one to support him in his terrible

resolution. It is a fearful thing to use a body as we were about to

do, but what must it have been to Frank thus to desecrate the mortal

part of that fair youth he loved so well!

It made me sick to see how eagerly the surgeon went to his work. As

soon as we had stripped the corpse Frank drew from his pack a book he

had often spoken to me about. It was _The Anglishman's Treasure, or

the True Anatomy of Man's Body_, by Master Thomas Vicary. This he

held open in his hand, and signed to the surgeon to begin.

Over the terrible sight that followed let me draw the veil. To me it

was as heroic a spectacle as ever Agamemnon presented at Aulis. It

was a holy sacrifice by our general of his tenderest feelings. Yet

when I think how detestable, inhuman, and sacrilegous in most men's

eyes is the dissection of bodies, how it has ever been banned by the

Church, how there are many who would have it altogether prevented by

law, and how loathsome it is even in my eyes, who so well know its

necessity, I hasten from the picture that fills my memory, since I

have said enough for men to bear in mind this crowning act of Francis

Drake's heroical resolution. Everything he did before and afterwards

I think called for less from his noble nature than that. Many

high-sounding acts he achieved before his death, in the face of

danger and the heat of battle, with a constancy that will make true

English hearts beat higher for all time; yet nothing stamps hero on

his memory, to my thinking, like what that January afternoon he

steadfastly endured on that fever-stricken isle, in cold blood,

unshaken, unflinching, and almost unmarked. It was the first

experiment in anatomy that our captain made that voyage. I cannot

wonder it was also the last.

Even the surgeon was more moved than he, and in order to purge the

pestilent humours which he swore arose from the body and were the

cause of the disease he took so strong a dose of his own compounding

that he never spake again, nor did his boy, who also tasted the

medicine, recover wholly till we reached England.

Frank, therefore, became surgeon himself, and whether from the

knowledge he had gained by his terrible experiment on his brother, or

whether by using different remedies, or none at all, I know not, but

certain it is that from that time no more died, and those that were

sick began rapidly to mend.

Still we had suffered heavy loss before it was all ended, and many

were for giving up our voyage, protesting it was useless to attempt

to 'make' it with so maimed a company. But Frank would not hear such

counsel, and cheerfully encouraged them to endure a little longer.

Our joy then may be judged when on the last day of January some of

the Cimaroons, who ever since our first meeting with them had been

continually ranging up and down the country to gather news, reported

of a certainty that the Plate Fleet had put into Nombre de Dios.

A pinnace was at once despatched to the outermost island of the

Cativaas to confirm this report, whereby our general hoped to test

how far our allies were worthy of trust, since he knew that if it

were as they said, the victuallers would be seen flocking to the

ships with supplies.

Within a few days the pinnace returned bringing the joyful

confirmation we desired, and something more which we very little

desired, namely, thirteen Spanish prisoners, and amongst them the

_Scrivano_ of Tolu and a black-eyed comely girl, his daughter. These

had been taken on a frigate laden with victuals, which had been dealt

with for the sake of getting certain news of the fleet.

Nothing could have embarrassed us more in the last preparations we

had now to make for our land journey. To release the prisoner was

impossible, since they would have straightway spread the news which

it was our business to conceal. While to keep them was to have them

in constant danger of being cruelly massacred by the Cimaroons.

Frank took every precaution that was possible. The prisoners were

landed on 'Slaughter Island,' as we called it, since we had lost so

many of our company there, so as to keep the Cimaroons from sight of

them, and then speedily set on board our great Carthagena prize,

which lay moored hard by the island.

Here they were all brought before our general to be questioned. He

received them in such state as we could make upon the poop, and

presently encouraged them to fear nothing, for they seemed very ill

at ease as not knowing what treatment they should get at our hands.

In the midst of his speaking I saw the girl draw a knife from her

breast, and with the suddenness of a cat spring upon Frank. In truth

I think he must have been very near his death had not I seized her

hand, being prepared by what I had seen, and held her.

It was all I could do to keep her from him, for she writhed and

struggled in a frenzy of passion and would not be pacified, till,

much against our will, we were forced to bind her pretty hands behind

her for the sake of peace, as though she had been a common mariner.

Then she stood alone in the midst before Frank helpless, panting, and

flushed, a passingly beautiful picture. Her luxuriant black hair was

loosened in her struggles and fell all about her face, and her large

dark eyes were flashing defiance at Frank as she drew herself up

proudly before him, looking like some young tigress fresh caught from

the forest in the plenitude of her wild youth and beauty.

'Well, my beauty,' says Frank good-humouredly, 'this is strange

woman's work! Why will you force on us such discourtesy as to fit

you with such rude bracelets. Your pretty white arms were meant for

other work than this.'

'I know that,' she answered scornfully; 'but when men turn women,

women must do men's work. You--you are men, and know not what it is

for a woman to be amongst such curs as these, who cower to be kicked

at the very sight of an Englishman, and let you heretic Lutheran dogs

plunder good Catholics as you will and then whine to the Blessed

Virgin to help their cowardice. Ah, if we had a few hearts like

yours and mine then you should see!'

'God forbid,' says Frank, 'that we meet many men like you, else

surely will our voyage take more making than we bargained for.'

'Ah, you are a man,' she said, 'and you know. I am glad I did not

kill you now, though I vowed the first time I met him to attempt with

my bodkin the life of the Dragon Francisco.'

'Dragon Francisco is good,' laughed Frank. 'Were you twice as wild

you should have your bracelets off for that! Loose her, Jasper; she

will be quiet now.'

'Ah,' she said again, as I undid her bonds, 'you are a man. It is

long since I felt a man's hand.' With that she threw herself at the

captain's feet, and, taking his rough hand in hers, kissed it

ardently. Then without a word she walked away from where we sat, and

quietly fell to twisting up the great masses of black hair that clung

about her, which was a wonder to us all.

Having got the intelligence we required from the prisoners, it

remained but to set a guard over them, both to prevent their escape

and to keep an eye on the Cimaroons. I think Mr. Oxenham would have

very gladly undertaken this labour for the sake of those same

lustrous dark eyes; but Frank would not have it so, and appointed me

to it, bidding me treat the prisoners with all courtesy so far as I

could, having regard to their safe-keeping.

I did not much relish my wardship of the wild girl, though I think I

was as much taken with her beauty and spirit as any of us. For Frank

would not have her put under constraint, though he suffered me to

keep the rest below hatches when night came on. So I allotted her

the best place in the poop, and bade her good-night.

As the night wore on my anxiety only increased, and, being unable to

sleep, I went to walk on deck. It was a glorious tropic night, with

the moon flooding the dark forests and studded islands and the

slumbering sea with a brilliancy we do not know in the Old World. It

was so beautiful that I bade the look-out man go to rest, saying I

did not wish to sleep and would keep his watch for him. He seemed

very surprised, but thanked me civilly and went below.

As I watched alone on deck the Spanish girl kept constantly in my

thoughts. Whatever way I tried to think my mind always came back to

her, and her white skin and beautiful eyes, so flashing in anger, so

soft in peace. I began to dread she would be the cause of

contentions amongst us, and to long for the time when we should be

well away on our land journey.

I was sitting on the forecastle, and had been there perhaps for the

space of half an hour, when, just as the Señorita was most vividly in

my thoughts, I saw the poop door stealthily open and a strange figure

appear. I knew in a moment who it was, in spite of her being so

changed. It was plainly the Spanish girl, looking more beautiful

than ever in the dress she had adopted. It was nothing more than the

ordinary apparel which the Spanish mariners use in those seas,

consisting of loose striped drawers reaching just above the knee, and

an easy-fitting sleeveless shirt of white material, which she had

girt tightly about her waist with a red scarf.

Too amazed to act, I could only watch her ripe young figure, which

her dress set off to its full beauty, creeping warily forward towards

me. Very quietly I sunk lower into the shadow of the bulwarks to

watch what she would do.

Every now and again she looked round in some new and graceful posture

to see if she were watched. At last she reached the foremast, to

which was fixed the mutilated image of the Virgin and Child, and

there she fell upon her knees and began to pray in a low earnest

voice that I could just hear.

'Holy Mother of God,' she said, 'for the last time I beseech thine

aid to support me across the dark waters, to guide me through the

forest, to bring me safely to Nombre de Dios, that thy loving

worshippers may come at my word and destroy the heretics that would

plunder the treasure which his most Catholic Majesty would devote to

thy service, saving only, if it be not sin, Captain Francisco Draque,

whom it were a pity to kill, and the sad-faced man who has warded me

so courteously, and who, I think, is half in love with me.'

Then she rose and walked with desperate quickness towards the side,

but ere she had gone three steps I had leaped down into the waist,

and she was struggling frantically in my arms. I was resolved to

stay her from the wild purpose her brave spirit was bent on. As she

writhed in my grasp I remember being rather afraid that she should

fall into the hands of the Cimaroons than that we should be betrayed

to the Spaniards.

Like an eel she strove to get free, her dress giving her perfect

freedom to strain every effort. So tenderly did I feel towards her

for the sake of her heroic attempt that I was only thoughtful how not

to hurt her, but it was misplaced kindness, for suddenly she slipped

from my loosened grasp. In a moment she was at the bulwarks, poising

herself for a spring into the water, when suddenly she gave a low cry

of horror and sprang back into my arms as I rushed to her side.

In an extremity of abject terror, to which her resolution was

suddenly changed, she clung about me, trembling from head to foot.

'Save me, Señor, save me!' she gasped, as she sank down clasping my

knees wildly. 'O God, O Sancta Maria! see what is coming,--O God,

what will they do to me! I cannot bear it. Save me, Señor, save me!'

So distractedly did she cling to me that I was obliged to lift her in

my arms before I could get to the side to see what had frightened

her, and then I could not wonder how her courage had melted, for I

saw a sight that made my blood run cold.

Close to the ship and moving swiftly towards her swam over half a

score of black woolly heads. The ghostly moonlight glittered white

on the long wake that stretched behind each, and on their rolling

eyes, and, worst of all, on a grizzly knife which each held in his

grinning teeth. Like some hellish monsters engendered in the foul

womb of the sea they came on with lusty strokes, silent, sure, and

determined.

There was no time to fetch my caliver or wake the guard had I been

willing to do so. But this was far from my wish; for I feared, had

they known the negroes' purpose and seen the terror of their pretty

prisoner, they would have dealt more hardly with our allies than the

general would have liked. Moreover, to be plain, I had a still

stronger reason for what I did; for I could not bear to think that

those rough men should see my beautiful captive so scantily yet

withal so prettily clad as she was. So, drawing my rapier, I sprang

to the gangway, for which they were making.

'Back, back!' I cried, as low as I could for them to hear. 'The

first man that tries to board has my blade through him.'

That, I thought, dismayed them, for each as he swam up stopped

without attempting to board, which they might easily have done; for

the ship, being full of victuals, was very low in the water, and,

moreover, two chains hung down the side by the gangway. I was in no

little doubt how I could deal with them should they make any attempt,

for I feared that my terrified Señorita would much hamper my

movements, since she had followed me to the gangway. Therefore, to

further dissuade them, I fell to showing them how ill the general

would take what they did, seeing the prisoners were his.

Even as I spoke I was much encouraged to feel the Señorita's arm

steal round me and draw from its sheath the strong sailor's knife I

always wore. I knew then the brave girl had recovered her spirit. I

could not refrain from pressing the little hand as it closed round

the hilt of the knife, to let her know how I marked her courage.

My speech had small effect on the Cimaroons; for though they still

held off, yet they seemed not to note my words, but only to glare

horribly at the girl by my side. Wondering what next to do, I was

all at once aware that most of them had disappeared. There was

something so unearthly and magical in this sudden vanishing that my

heart misgave me. While I could see my foes I did not fear but that

I could deal with them as I wished; but now I was encompassed by

unseen dangers, and in that ghostly moonlight, I say plainly, I was

afraid.

Nothing would have been more to my mind than to cry aloud and wake

the sailors. Yet I set my teeth hard and gripped anew Harry's

rapier. I felt he would have done as I hoped for courage to do, and

I clung to my former resolution. Yet I saw it was useless to wait

where I was, so, taking the Señorita's hand, I led her towards the

poop. Half-way there she looked back, started, and clutched my arm.

'Look, Señor, look,' she whispered, 'look at the forecastle.'

I turned and saw the evil sight I dreaded. Black against the moonlit

sky the wet, shining figure of a Cimaroon was climbing over the

bulwarks where our head-fast ran out. I knew directly they must have

dived to the cable and climbed up by it. In another minute they

would all be aboard.

Then I knew there was but one thing to do, and ran quickly under the

poop-gallery with the Señorita.

'Go in, Señorita,' said I, as soon as we reached the door. 'You must

leave me to deal with these alone.'

'No, Señor,' she answered, 'I will not leave. I am not afraid now.

It was only for a moment. I will stay and fight them with you.'

'There is no need,' said I; 'I am going to rouse the mariners.'

Indeed, it was time. One after another I could see the black forms

climb over the bulwarks, dripping and gleaming in the moonlight, and

each with his bright knife. A hideous head, too, was glaring over

the gangway, as though waiting for the rest. Still the Señorita

would not go, but rather stepped out into the moonlight to be farther

from the door, which I held open.

'No! I will wait with you,' she said resolutely. 'Why should I not

wait and fight beside the sailors when they come?'

'Because, Señorita,' said I, growing desperate as I saw the wet,

shining forms creeping athwart the forecastle, 'because they are

rough men, and I would not have them see you as you are.'

A crimson flush overspread her beautiful face. With wide astonished

eyes and parted lips she met my gaze for a moment.

'Ah!' she cried then, just as she had to Frank, 'you are a man!'

Dropping the knife as she spoke, she sprang towards me, and before I

was aware what she did she had taken my face between her soft little

hands and kissed me on the lips. Then she was gone; and even as that

fair vision passed I saw black forms dropping from the forecastle

into the waist. Loudly then I shouted to my company, and ere the

Cimaroons had advanced many paces one of the mariners came running up

to me, and then another, and another, blowing up their matches.

That was enough for the Cimaroons, who we afterwards found had no

heart to stand before gunpowder. One of them uttered a loud cry, and

then with one accord they all leaped into the sea. Lustily they made

for the shore, and I had much ado to prevent my small-shot men and

archers hastening their swimming, but at last I prevailed.

After that I set a double watch, but we were no more disturbed that

night. Next day I reported these things to the general, who so dealt

with the Cimaroons, and took such order for a guard over the

prisoners, that the Spaniards were no more molested till we departed

on our land journey, though the negroes ceased not to urge him by

every device they could think of to permit them to have at least a

few to murder, or better than naught, the girl alone.

As for me, I craved to be relieved of my charge, feeling that after

what had passed it would be better for us both if the captive had

another warder; but Frank only laughed, and said he could trust no

one, not even himself, with that lump of Eve's flesh, unless it were

a sober scholar like myself. With that answer, whereby he showed

less knowledge of men than ordinary, I had to be content, and bear

myself as soberly and scholarly towards my prisoner as I could make

shift to do till the time came for our departure.

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