BARRY HOISTS THE FLAG OF ENGLAND.
Warner, or, to give him his right name, Chase, did not live long after
Barry returned on deck. His wild followers were clustered round him,
some stroking his hands and feet, others gazing into his face with
silent concern. Togaro, the leader, himself had his dying master's
back supported on his outspread hands, trying to staunch the flow of
blood.
"Mister," said Chase faintly as the chief officer again bent over him,
"I'm darned sorry."
Barry could not help taking his hand and giving it a kindly pressure;
in two or three minutes the man had ceased to breathe, and his body was
carried below into the main-hold to await burial on shore on the
following morning; then Joe returned and reported that Rawlings and the
Greek were safely secured in one of the huts with half a dozen of the
Tebuan people guarding them.
Meanwhile Mosé the steward had carefully removed all traces of the
struggle from the cabin, whilst the native crew quickly washed down the
ensanguined deck and removed the three dead men, so that Mrs. Tracey
should not see them. Presently she appeared followed by Barradas, her
face still wet with tears.
Placing a chair for her on the after-deck, the chief officer told her
in as few words as possible of the fight on the hatch and the death of
Warner and the three natives.
"We must at once consider what is to be done with Warner's people," he
added. "To land them at any of these islands would only mean further
bloodshed."
"Indeed, yes," assented Mrs. Tracey; "the Tebuan people would take a
quick revenge for the lives of the three men he killed. We cannot
consign them to the mercy of these natives--for no mercy will they
have. Can we not keep them on board until we can land them on some
islands where they will at least be safe?"
"That certainly is what we should do; but I must consult with Barradas
and Velo. The difficulty is this: if we leave Velo with six of the
Gilbert Islanders behind us to protect your interests on Arrecifos we
shall be seven men less on board, and these Solomon Islanders are not
for one moment to be trusted. We cannot put the poor devils in irons
to swelter in the hold; and yet, to prevent them from suddenly rising
and getting possession of the ship, we shall have to be constantly on
our guard, and our crew will be obliged to go armed day and night.
Only six years ago a party of seven Solomon Islands natives massacred
the entire crew of an Australian trading barque--seventeen altogether.
But here are Barradas and Velo. Let us hear their opinion."
"I think, sir," said the Spaniard after he had heard his superior on
the question under discussion, "that we cannot do anything else but
keep them aboard; we can't leave them here to be slaughtered by the
Tebuan people. Now, most of them come from Bouka, at the north end of
Bougainville Island, and Bougainville lies right in our track for
Sydney. That they will be dangerous passengers I know; but if they are
disarmed and well watched and the captain and the Greek don't get
speech of them, we need have no fear."
Velo shook his head. "It would be running a great risk," he said;
"these sixteen men have no regard for life, and unless they are kept
heavily ironed the brig will always be in danger of capture. And if
they find they have no chance of surprising and murdering every one on
board, they will not hesitate to set fire to the ship and be burned
with her."
Barry, however, believed with the second mate that the crew would be
able to manage, and so, much to Mrs. Tracey's satisfaction, it was
decided to keep them on board and land them at some part of
Bougainville.
Then, exhausted by the events of the day, Mrs. Tracey retired to her
cabin, leaving Barry and the Spaniard to snatch a few hours of sleep on
deck under the awning.
At daylight the two big boats were sent off, manned by some of the
Tebuan people, to bring up the shell collected by Mrs. Tracey, as Barry
did not care about sailing down in the brig and there was still much to
do on the south-east islet. Then the whaleboats were loaded with
stores and sent ashore; for Mrs. Tracey and Barry had decided to take
possession of Arrecifos by virtue of the Protection Order (given to
Tracey in Sydney by the commodore) which had been found in Rawlings'
cabin, together with all the other papers belonging to the dead
captain. Velo with six men was to remain, and with the help of the
willing Tebuan people continue to dive for shell, and await the return
of the brig in six months' time.
So at nine o'clock the red ensign of England was run up on a flag pole
in the centre of the little village amid the cheers of the crew--cheers
which were bitter to the ears of the two men who were lying, bound and
guarded, in one of the native huts, awaiting to be taken on board
again, and Barry nailed a copy of the Protection Order on the bole of a
stately coco-palm, handing the original to Velo for safe keeping and
telling him how to act in the event of a British man-of-war entering
the lagoon. Then Mrs. Tracey, standing beside Barry, addressed the
people who had been so faithful to her, urging them to remember that
Velo was "a true man" to her, and that they must protect and care for
him, for he would that day be married to Paní, according to the fashion
of white people. Toea would go with her mistress to Sydney and remain
with her for perhaps a year or more.
"So that she may comfort me in my loneliness," said Mrs. Tracey; "for
my husband is dead and I have no child, and it will be good for me to
have Toea, so that I may hear the sound of the tongue of Ujilong and
think of ye all. It may be that Toea and I shall come back with this
our friend Parri"--she smiled into Barry's eyes--"when the ship
returns; it may be that she and I will live in Sydney for a while and
not return till twenty moons have passed. But return I shall."
An old, bald-headed warrior, grasping his spear in his right hand,
thrust its point deeply into the ground, stood up and spoke.
"Alisi, this is a great day. The ship which was stolen from thy dear
husband is thine again, and the white men who killed him and tried to
kill thee are, as thou saidst they would be, bound in links of iron.
That is well. But there are some things of which thou hast not spoken
and of which we would know, out of our love."
"Tell me, old Roku."
"It is pleasing to us that this man Velo of Samoa is taking Paní to
wife. He is a good man and true to thee and the white man Parri. But
we of Tebuan would see thy own wedding feast ere the ship saileth."
A vivid scarlet dyed Mrs. Tracey's cheeks as a roar of applause burst
from the assembled people. She put her hand to her throat and tried to
speak.
"What is it, Mrs. Tracey?" inquired Barry.
"Nothing of any importance, Mr. Barry," she said hurriedly, but trying
to force a smile and speak with unconcern. "I--I have been telling
them that you will marry Paní and Velo to-day, and that all going well,
Toea and I will return to Arrecifos certainly within two years."
Old Roku, the father of Toea, stood quietly holding the staff of his
spear and awaiting her reply.
"Roku," she said at last, trembling as she spoke, "say not such things
to me. This man Parri is my good friend, but hath no desire to wed me,
nor do I desire to wed him. And even if we were both of a free mind
such a thing could not be, for he is betrothed to another woman."
Roku slapped his naked chest in derision. "Alisi! what is that to
thee? Thou art a great woman and can command. What is any other woman
to thy will but as a dried leaf which falls and is swept away by the
wind? This man Parri and thou must wed, else shall we of Ujilong be
sore in heart. No child hath drawn at thy breasts----"
Mrs. Tracey held up her hand, her voice choking with shame in fear that
Barry might understand what was being said. "Say no more, Roku. I
tell ye all it cannot be. See, here in these boxes are the rifles and
the tobacco for the men and the red and blue cloth and the
many-coloured beads for the women and children, as was promised."
The old man thanked her for the gifts, but sat down as if disappointed
at the rest of her remarks. Then a second man arose and made a demand
that filled Mrs. Tracey with fear. Where were the black men whose
master had slain three of the Tebuan people?
"What would ye have with them?" she asked quickly.
"Give us three of them for the three of our people whom they slew," was
the instant reply.
"That I cannot do, neither would Parri here consent even if I were
willing."
An ominous murmur of displeased astonishment broke from the natives.
Surely, they asked, they had a right to these three men. Why should
three of their own people lie dead with gaping wounds and the
man-eaters escape without punishment? Would that be fair and just?
"What answer can I give them?" she asked of Barry after translating
their demand. "We cannot give up three of the Solomon Islanders to be
murdered, but we must do something to please them."
They conversed on the matter for a few minutes, and then Mrs. Tracey
spoke again.
"These are Parri's words. These black men will be taken away in a
ship, for Parri hath pledged himself to them. And not they, but their
master who is dead, was it who killed the three men of Tebuan. But yet
so that we may part with naught of soreness between us will I make
provision for the wives and blood relatives of the three men who died
in helping me to gain back my ship. This is my gift: three thousand
sticks of tobacco, three large bags of biscuit, nine matted bags of
rice, three muskets, a keg of powder, and a thousand round bullets--all
these to be divided."
The munificence of the gift was too much for the native mind to resist,
and to Mrs. Tracey's pleasure, old Roku, speaking for the people
generally, said they were well pleased and would now "have no anger in
their hearts against the black, man-eating strangers."
She decided to return to the ship with about ten or a dozen natives and
see her present handed over to them by Barradas, leaving Barry to
follow later on; for he had yet another task before him--the burial of
Chase.
A little before noon a boat left the brig, carrying the man's body,
which was in a hastily made coffin. Under Barry's direction a grave
had already been dug in the little cemetery on the end of the islet,
and here he was buried, the officer reading the service with Joe and
two other of the white seamen standing beside him.
Then he returned on board again.