MUTINY
Drew was the first to rally from the shock of this discovery.
"It is a terrible situation, God knows," he said. "And I know, too,
Captain, how you must feel the loss of the schooner--if it is lost.
But there may be a chance left of releasing her. The reef looks solid
from here, but when you get close to it there may be a crevice through
which she can be warped.
"She don't draw much water in ballast," comforted Tyke, although in his
heart he had little hope. "An' you've got some giant powder on board.
Perhaps we can blast a passage."
The captain straightened up and took a grip on himself.
"We won't give up without a fight, anyway," he said; and Ruth rejoiced
to hear the old militant ring in his voice. "The first thing to do is
to get on board the ship. Come along down to the beach."
The others hurried after him as fast as they could, but, owing to the
number of trees that had been thrown down, their progress was
exasperatingly slow. But even in the turmoil of his emotion, Drew
blessed the chance that made it possible for him to hold Ruth's arm,
and in some especially difficult places to lift her over obstacles.
They reached the beach and the captain hailed the ship. Again and
again he sent his voice booming over the water, and the others
supplemented his efforts by waving their arms. It was impossible that
they should not have been heard or seen; but the _Bertha Hamilton_
might have been a phantom vessel for all the response that was evoked.
The captain fumed and stormed with impatience.
"What's the matter with those swabs?" he growled.
"Ah! now they're lowering a boat," cried Drew.
"They've taken their time about it," growled the captain.
The boat put out from the side and headed for the beach. When half-way
there, the rowers overtook the captain's boat and secured it. Then,
instead of resuming their journey, they turned deliberately about and
rowed back. The boats were both hoisted to the davits and quietness
again reigned on the schooner.
The stupefied spectators on the beach felt as though they had taken
leave of their senses.
"Well, of all the----" raged Captain Hamilton, when he was interrupted
by the sound of a shot fired on the schooner. Two others followed in
quick succession. Then came a roar of voices. A moment later a man
leaped from the mizzen shrouds over the rail. He was shot in midair,
and those ashore heard his shriek as he threw up his arms and
disappeared in the still heaving waters of the lagoon.
"Mutiny!" roared Captain Hamilton.
"Yes," echoed Tyke; "mutiny!"
Horror was stamped on every face. One blow had been succeeded by
another still more crushing. It was now not only a question of the
loss of the schooner. Their very lives might be threatened.
"That scoundrel, Ditty!" gasped the captain.
"It's too bad we pulled Allen off him the other day," ejaculated Tyke
savagely. "We ought to have let him finish the job."
"Thank God we've got the weapons anyway!" exclaimed Captain Hamilton.
"Don't think that he hasn't got some too," warned Tyke. "You heard
those shots. No doubt the rascal's got all the guns and ammunition he
wants. You can gamble on it that he isn't figuring on fighting us with
his bare hands."
The captain turned to Rogers and the boat's crew.
"What do you know about this, Mr. Rogers?" he said quietly. "Can we
count on you?"
"That you can, Captain," replied Rogers heartily. "I only know what
I've told you before, sir."
"And how about you, my lads?" Captain Hamilton continued, addressing
the boat's crew. "Are you going to stand with your captain?"
There was a chorus of eager assent. Not one of them flinched or
wavered, and indignation was hot in their eyes.
"Good!" cried the captain approvingly. "I knew you'd sailed with me
too long to desert me when it came to a pinch."
"That makes ten of us altogether," observed Tyke Grimshaw.
"Eleven," put in Ruth. "Don't forget me."
"Eleven," repeated the master of the _Bertha Hamilton_, looking at her
fondly. "You're a true sailor's daughter, Ruth. I'm proud of you, my
dear."
"Eleven," said Drew. "That leaves twenty-five on the ship, including
Ditty."
"Twenty-four," put in Tyke. "There's one less than there was a few
minutes ago."
"Yes," agreed the captain sadly. "And I've no doubt the poor fellow
was killed because he wouldn't join the rest of the gang. Twenty-four,
then. That's pretty big odds against eleven."
"Beggin' your pardon, sir," said Barker, who was the oldest man of the
crew, "but there's some of our mates over there that wouldn't never
fight on the side of that Bug-eye--meanin' no disrespect to the mate,
sir. Whitlock wouldn't for one, nor Gunther, nor Trent. I'd lay to
that, sir."
"No, sir," put in Thompson; "an' Ashley wouldn't neither. No more
would Sanders."
"I believe you, my lads," replied the captain. "They've sailed with us
before. But even if they don't fight against us, they can't fight with
us as things stand now. The very least that Ditty will do with them is
to hold them prisoners until he's put the job through."
"But he isn't going to put it through," cried Drew, his eyes kindling.
"Not by a jug full!" declared Tyke. "But we'll know we've been in a
fight, I s'pose, before we can prove that to him. He's put his head in
the noose now, an' he'll be desperate."
"I only hope I get a chance at him before the hangman does," muttered
Drew.
"There's not much to be done until those fellows come over here," said
the captain reflectively. "We've no way of getting out there to the
schooner. This thing will have to be fought out on land."
"Do you suppose they'll attack us right away, or try to starve us out?"
Drew asked. "They've got the advantage in having provisions."
"No chance of starving us," replied Captain Hamilton. "There's plenty
of fruit here, and then there are birds and small game. I saw an
agouti run by a little while ago."
"Oh! Why, that's a rat, Daddy! Or is it a sort of 'possum?" cried
Ruth, with a shudder. "And you men were hinting the other day that
poor Wah Lee might serve us up some dainty dish like that!" she added
with a chuckle.
"By George!" Tyke suddenly shouted. "There's cookee an' the steward!
We forgot them in our calculations. How about 'em, Cap'n Rufe?"
"Oh, that's so!" cried Ruth. "That little Jap boy never would turn
against us, surely!"
"Nor Wah Lee," said Captain Hamilton reflectively.
"Neither of 'em would be much good," remarked Tyke. "You know how them
critters are--both Chinks and Japs. Cold-blooded as fish. They'll
keep on cooking for the mutineers an' serving 'em. It's none of their
pidgin whether that rascal, Ditty, bosses 'em or you are at the helm,
Cap'n Rufe."
"Well, I expect you're right," agreed Captain Hamilton. "They're poor
fish to fry. We can't count on them to supply us with grub, that's
sure," and he laughed shortly.
"An' look here!" exclaimed Tyke, coming back to their former
discussion. "How about water? We might git along on this sulphur
water for a little while, but we couldn't stand it long."
"That's a little more serious," admitted the captain. "But we can get
milk from the cocoanuts. There's plenty of them. And there's the
chance of rain, too.
"But I don't think it will come to a siege," he continued, aside to
Tyke. "Ditty will figure that he's got to have quick action. He knows
that a vessel of some kind may come along any time, and then his cake
will be dough. Besides, that bunch of rough-necks will be impatient
for the loot that I've no doubt he's promised them."
"Where are you going to wait for him?" asked Tyke.
"Up at the whale's hump," replied the captain. "We can build a sort of
fortification there that will help make up for our lack of numbers.
They'll have to come out of the woods into the open up there, too. We
might wait here on the beach, but they could keep out of gunshot, and
we wouldn't get a decision. They can't land too quick to suit me."
Acting on this decision, the party started back at once, dropping
Rogers by the way at the ledge that overlooked the sea, so that he
could bring to them a report of any action taken by the mutineers.
Ruth's presence at his side was very dear to Drew as they toiled along,
but he was deeply apprehensive for her safety. The men of the party
had only death to fear if the worst came to the worst, but his heart
turned to ice as he thought of Ruth left without protection in the
hands of the mate and his gang.
She seemed to realize his thoughts, for she looked up at him bravely.
"I wish I had the carpet of Solomon here," he said.
"Why?" she smiled.
"I'd put you on it and have you whisked off to New York in a flash."
"Suppose I refused to go?"
"You wouldn't."
"I would! Why should I go to New York? All whom I love are here."
"Here?" he breathed eagerly.
"Surely. I love my father dearly."
"Oh!" he said disappointedly.
"You don't seem to approve of filial devotion," she observed, darting a
mischievous look at him from under her long lashes.
"It's a beautiful thing," he answered promptly. "But there's another
kind that----"
"We'd better hurry," the girl broke in hastily. "We're letting them
get too far ahead of us."
They hastened on, and the words that were on Drew's lips remained
unspoken.
After all, he thought to himself as the old bitter memory, forgotten in
the excitement, came back to him, it was better so. They must not be
spoken. They never could be spoken while he was under the awful cloud
of suspicion. The love that had grown until it absorbed all his life
must be ruthlessly crushed under foot.
The party emerged upon the slope of the whale's hump. Nothing had
disturbed the cairn they had built over the treasure chest, nor were
the rifles and tools displaced. Captain Hamilton's decision to make
the stand here was admittedly a wise one. Here was enough lava,
rubbish to build a dozen forts.
"Jest the spot," Tyke said vigorously, waving his hand in the direction
of the heap of lava blocks that hid the pirate's chest. "What do you
say, Cap'n Rufe? Shall we make that pile o' rocks the corner of our
breastworks?"
"Good idea, Tyke," agreed the captain. "But pass guns around first,
boys. All of you can handle a rifle, I suppose?"
"Aye aye, sir," said Barker, "you'd better believe we kin."
"If it comes to bullets," said Captain Hamilton, "those swabs will be
so near to us we can scarcely miss 'em. That is, if they come out of
the jungle.
"Suppose they circle around and come at us from above?" Drew suggested.
"We'll build a circular fort, by gosh!" cried Tyke. "An' build the
back higher'n the front. How about it, Cap'n Rufe? Then if them swabs
climb the hill to git the better of us, they can't shoot over."
"You're right, Tyke," agreed the master of the _Bertha Hamilton_.
"I don't believe," said Drew, "that Ditty and the men have many
firearms. Nothing like these high-powered rifles, that's sure."
"That's so, Drew, I'm sure," said the captain promptly. "Now, boys,
get to work," he added. "Roll 'em down! Here, Barker, you're
chantey-man. Set 'em the pace."
Weirdly, echoing back from the wall of the jungle and hollowly from the
hillside, the improvised chantey was raised by Barker, and the chorus
line taken up by the other seamen as though they were jerking aloft the
schooner's topsails.
"Oh, Bug-eye's dead an' gone below,
Oh, we says so, an' we hopes so;
Oh, Bug-eye's dead an' he'll go below
Oh, poor--ol'--man!
"He's deader'n the bolt on the fo'c'sle door,
Oh, we says so, an' we hopes so;
Oh, he'll never knock us flat no more,
Oh, poor--ol'--man!"
Under the impetus of this dirge with its innumerable verses the men
rolled the boulders down. The fortification began to take form and
give promise of shelter in time of need.
And there was no telling how soon that time might come!