IN ARRECIFOS LAGOON.
Just after midnight, three days later, Velo, the Samoan, who was on the
look-out, came aft to Barry and said,--
"_E manogi mai le fanua_" ("The smell of the land has come").
"Good boy, Velo," replied the mate; "keep a sharp look-out, for on such
a night as this, when the sea is smooth, and the land lies low, we
shall not hear the sound of the surf till we are right on top of it."
An hour or two later Barry called Rawlings, for right ahead of the brig
there was a low, dark streak showing upon the sea-rim, which they knew
was the outline of one of the palm-clad islets on the south side of
Arrecifos Lagoon. At daylight the _Mahina_ ran through the south-east
passage, and dropped her anchor in thirteen fathoms, close to the snowy
white beach of a palm-clad islet, on which was a village of ten or a
dozen native houses. There was, however, no sign of life visible--not
even a canoe was to be seen.
Immediately after breakfast the boats were lowered, and a brief
inspection made, not only of some of the nearest of the chain of
thirteen islands, which enclosed the spacious lagoon, but of the lagoon
itself. The islands were densely covered with coco palms, interspersed
here and there with lofty _puka_ trees, the nesting-places of countless
thousands of a small species of sooty petrel, whose discordant notes
filled the air with their clamour as Rawlings and Barry passed beneath,
walking along a disused native path, while the two boats pulled along
the shore. The village was found to be abandoned.
After examining the nearest islands, and deciding upon a spot whereon
to build a station, the two white men returned to the boats, which
pulled out towards the centre of the lagoon. Half a mile due west from
the centre of the south-east islet the deep blue water began to lighten
in colour, till it became a pale green, and the coral bottom lay dearly
revealed at a depth of five fathoms.
"This is one of the patches mentioned by Gurden," said Barry, after
carefully taking bearings, and studying a rough plan of the lagoon
which had been given him by Rawlings; "let us try here first. Billy
Onotoa, and you, Tom Arorai, go down and see."
Billy and a countryman--a short square-built native of the Line
Islands--let go their oars, picked up their diving sticks, and were
over the side in an instant; but even before they were half-way down
the other natives in the boat, who were intently scanning the bottom,
cried out that they could see "plenty pearl shell." The truth of their
assertions was soon proved by the two divers returning to the surface,
each carrying two pairs of splendid shells as large as dinner plates.
Rawlings' dark eyes sparkled. "What do you think of that, Mr. Barry?"
"If the rest of the patches in the lagoon have shell like that, there
is a huge fortune in it--shell such as that is worth 250 pounds a ton.
A fortune indeed--even if not a single pearl was found."
Rawlings breathed excitedly. "But there are plenty, plenty. We can be
certain of that. Let us get back to the ship as quickly as possible,
and get ready to start work," and seizing the steer oar, he bade the
men give way, not with an encouraging word, but a savage oath.
Barry looked at him in astonishment and disgust combined. The man's
usual smiling, self-complacent manner had disappeared, and he now
seemed a prey to emotion, his face alternately paling and flushing with
excitement, and Barry saw that his whole frame was trembling. By the
time the boats came alongside the brig, however, he was restored to his
usual self.
Barradas, Warner, and Paul, the truculent-looking Greek boatswain, were
on the main-deck as Rawlings ascended.
"Well?" said Barradas inquiringly.
"It's all right," answered Rawlings in a low voice, as if he feared to
speak aloud; "we shall be well repaid for all----"
"Sh!" said the Greek warningly as Barry's head appeared above the rail,
and both he and the second mate turned away and busied themselves with
their duties.
Telling the steward to see that the hands had dinner a little earlier
than usual, Rawlings called Barry, the second mate, and the boatswain
below to discuss their future operations. In the hold were two large
boats which had been bought in Sydney, with pumping gear and diving
suits, and it was decided to at once hoist the former out, though as
the water appeared to be so shallow it was not thought likely that the
latter would be used, the natives asserting that they could get more
shell by diving in their own fashion. Barry, from his previous
experience of pearl-shelling in the Paumotus, was to have practically
the entire control of the natives and charge of the boats, and the
choice of a permanent anchorage was also to be left to him, and also
the selection of a site for the shore station, where houses were to be
built by the native crew, so that they might live on shore when bad
weather prevented them from diving. A quarter of a mile from where the
brig lay anchored was a sandbank covered with a low, dense scrub about
three feet high. The beach was the haunt and laying-place of huge
green turtle, and the scrub the nesting-ground of countless myriads of
sea birds. The spot at once suggested itself to Barry as being a
suitable place for "rotting out," _i.e._, allowing the pearl oysters to
be exposed to the sun till they opened and could be cleaned. Here
Rawlings, Barradas, or the Greek could receive the shell from the
boats, spread it out to "rot," search for the pearls within, and then
send it off to the ship to be further cleansed, weighed, and packed in
boxes, timber for making which had been brought from Sydney for the
purpose.
But Barry, being of the opinion that a better anchorage could be found
off the largest island on the western side, which was also well
timbered, and would be best suitable for a shore station, suggested
that he should make an examination of the place.
"It is twenty miles away, and will take you two days," said Rawlings;
"why cannot we stay where we are? Besides that, the big island is
inhabited, so Gurden said, and the natives are a lot of savages. Why
can't we make our station here on the south-east islet?"
"For several reasons, sir," replied Barry. "In the first place we
shall have to study our native divers. They will not be satisfied to
live on this little islet here just ahead of us, for although there are
plenty of coconut trees on it, it is little better than a sandbank, and
when bad weather comes on they will get dissatisfied and sulky, and
when they become sulky they won't dive. Now that big island, so Gurden
told you, is much higher than any of the rest; it has not only plenty
of coconuts, but groves of breadfruit as well, and there are several
native wells there. If we remained here, I am afraid that our men
would be continually grumbling. Every now and then some of them would
be running away--a breadfruit grove and plenty of fresh water would be
attractions no kanaka ever born could resist. And then there is
another thing to be considered. These natives of ours won't live
together with Mr. Warner's Solomon Island niggers; the place is so
small that they would be bound to begin quarrelling again."
"My boys won't interfere with them," said Warner sullenly; "and besides
that I've arranged with the captain. I'll pick on a place for my
crowd."
"Very well, Mr. Barry," broke in the captain, "whatever you suggest I
will do; only let us get to work as quickly as possible."
"I think, sir, that after dinner I had better take one of the
whaleboats with four or five hands and two days' provisions, run down
to the big island, and see what it is like."
All these matters being arranged, Rawlings invited his officers to
drink success to the future.
Immediately after dinner Barry picked five men to accompany him. Each
man took with him a Snider rifle and a dozen cartridges, in case of
their being attacked by the natives. At two o'clock they left the
ship, hoisted the sail, and stood away for the island, which was just
visible from the deck.
* * * * * *
Soon after Barry had left Captain Rawlings and Warner entered the main
cabin with Barradas, and told the steward to send the boatswain down.
For nearly half an hour they spoke together, now in low, now in excited
and angry voices, and Mr. Edward Barry would have been deeply
interested in their conversation could he have but heard it, inasmuch
as he was the chief subject.
"I tell you," said Rawlings, in a cold, sneering tone, as he leant over
the table with his chin resting on his hands, and looking at
Barradas--"I tell you that it will have to be done before we can take
this ship into port again."
"Mother of God!" said Barradas passionately, "he is a good fellow, and
I won't do it. No more such bloody work for me, Rawlings."
Rawlings picked up his half-smoked cigar from the table, and puffed at
it in silence for a few seconds. Then he laid it down again, and his
black eyes gleamed with suppressed fury as he looked at the Spaniard.
But he spoke calmly.
"And I tell you again that no one of us will ever be safe. If he
lives, something will come out some day--it always does, my brave and
tender-hearted Manuel. You and I have been lucky so far in smaller
matters, but this is a big thing, and we have to look to ourselves."
"Yes," said the Greek, with savage emphasis. "Mus' we all tree be hung
like dogga, because you, Manuel, have no pluck? Bah! you coward!"
"Don't you call me a coward, you dirty, ear-ringed Levantine thief!"
and Barradas sprang to his feet. "Take it back, you mongrel-bred
swine, or I'll ram my fist down your greasy throat!"
"You fools--you cursed fools!" said Rawlings with a mocking laugh, as,
rising to his feet, he pushed Barradas back into his seat, and then
turned furiously upon the Greek. "What the do you mean by insulting
Manuel like that? you must take it back," and, unperceived by the
Spaniard, he gave the man a deep, meaning glance.
The Greek, who had drawn his sheath knife, dashed it down upon the
cabin floor and extended his hand to the second mate.
"I take it back, Barradas. You are no coward, you are brave man. We
are all good comrada. I never mean to insult you."
Barradas took his hand sullenly. "Well, there you are, Paul. But I
say again, I want no more of this bloody work;" and then looking first
at Rawlings, then at the Greek, and then at Warner, his dark; lowering
face quivered, "come, let us understand each other. I swear to you
both, by the Holy Virgin, that I will be true to you, but this man must
not be hurt. Sometimes in the night I see the face of that girl, and I
see the face of Tracey, and I see and feel myself in hell----"
Warner laughed hoarsely, but Rawlings' foot pressed that of the Greek.
"There, that will do, Manuel; let us say no more about it. I yield to
you. We must take our chances."
Barradas sighed with relief, and held out his hand to Rawlings.
"You won't play me false?" he inquired.
"I swear it," said Rawlings, first pressing the Greek's foot again, and
then standing up and grasping his officer's hand.
"And I too," said the Greek, extending his own dirty, ring-covered paw;
"as you say, he is a good man, and perhaps he can do us no harm. And
we mus' all be good comrada--eh? Come, Mr. Warner, let us all joina
the hand."
Then, after drinking together in amity, they separated.
* * * * * *
But whilst Barradas was for'ard, and Rawlings was pacing the poop, the
ear-ringed Greek came along with some of the hands to spread the after
awning. As the seamen carried the heavy canvas up the starboard poop
ladder the Greek walked up near to Captain Rawlings, who was on the
port side, and said quickly, as he pretended to busy himself with the
port boat falls--
"Both of them will have to go--eh?"
"Yes," answered Rawlings savagely, "both of them. But Barradas must go
first. We will want the other to take us to Singapore. If I could
navigate we could get rid of them both before we leave here. As for
that drunken, red-bearded pig, we'll keep him with us. Those niggers
of his will be useful to us later on--they will wipe out these cursed
Gilbert Islanders for us when the time comes. And wiped out they must
be, especially that fellow Velo and the four white men as well. They
are altogether too fond of my intelligent ass of a chief officer, and
must be got rid of."
The Greek grinned. "And I shall be the first to put my knife into the
throat of that kanaka dog, Billy Onotoa."