WHY THE DUNCAN WENT TO NEW ZEALAND.
The feelings of Glenarvan and his friends, when the songs of old
Scotland resounded in their ears, it is impossible to describe. As soon
as they set foot on deck the bagpiper struck up a well remembered air,
while hearty hurrahs welcomed the owner's return on board. Glenarvan,
John Mangles, Paganel, Robert, and even the major, wept and embraced
each other. Their emotions rose from joy to ecstasy. The geographer was
fairly wild, skipping about and watching with his inseparable telescope
the canoes returning to shore.
But at sight of Glenarvan and his companions, with tattered garments,
emaciated features, and the traces of extreme suffering, the crew
ceased their lively demonstrations. These were spectres, not the bold
and dashing travelers whom, three months before, hope had stimulated to
a search for the shipwrecked captain. Chance alone had led them back to
this vessel that they had ceased to regard as theirs, and in what a sad
state of exhaustion and feebleness!
However, before thinking of fatigue, or the imperative calls of hunger
and thirst, Glenarvan questioned Tom Austin concerning his presence in
these waters. Why was the Duncan on the eastern coast of New Zealand?
Why was she not in the hands of Ben Joyce? By what providential working
had God restored her to the fugitives? These were the questions that
were hurriedly addressed to Tom Austin. The old sailor did not know
which to answer first. He therefore concluded to listen only to Lord
Glenarvan, and reply to him.
"But the convicts?" inquired Glenarvan. "What have you done with the
convicts?"
"The convicts!" replied Tom Austin, like a man who is at a loss to
understand a question.
"Yes; the wretches who attacked the yacht."
"What yacht, my lord? The Duncan?"
"Of course. Did not Ben Joyce come on board?"
"I do not know Ben Joyce; I have never seen him."
"Never?" cried Glenarvan, amazed at the answers of the old sailor.
"Then will you tell me why the Duncan is now on the shores of New
Zealand?"
[Sidenote: MYSTERY MORE MYSTERIOUS!]
Although Glenarvan and his friends did not at all understand Austin's
astonishment, what was their surprise when he replied, in a calm voice:
"The Duncan is here by your lordship's orders."
"By my orders?" cried Glenarvan.
"Yes, my lord. I only conformed to the instructions contained in your
letter."
"My letter?" exclaimed Glenarvan.
The ten travelers at once surrounded Tom Austin, and gazed at him in
eager curiosity. The letter written at the Snowy River had reached the
Duncan.
"Well," continued Glenarvan, "let us have an explanation; for I almost
think I am dreaming. You received a letter, Tom?"
"Yes; a letter from your lordship."
"At Melbourne?"
"At Melbourne; just as I had finished the repair of the ship."
"And this letter?"
"It was not written by you; but it was signed by you, my lord."
"Exactly; it was sent by a convict, Ben Joyce."
"No; by the sailor called Ayrton, quartermaster of the Britannia."
"Yes, Ayrton or Ben Joyce; it is the same person. Well, what did the
letter say?"
"It ordered me to leave Melbourne without delay, and come to the
eastern shores of----"
"Australia!" cried Glenarvan, with an impetuosity that disconcerted the
old sailor.
"Australia?" repeated Tom, opening his eyes. "No, indeed; New Zealand!"
"Australia, Tom! Australia!" replied Glenarvan's companions, with one
voice.
[Illustration: As soon as they set foot on deck the bagpiper struck up
a well remembered air, while hearty hurrahs welcomed the owner's return
on board.]
Austin was now bewildered. Glenarvan spoke with such assurance, that
he feared he had made a mistake in reading the letter. Could he,
faithful and accurate sailor that he was, have committed such a
blunder? He began to feel troubled.
[Illustration: This sally finished the poor geographer.]
"Be easy, Tom," said Lady Helena. "Providence has decreed----"
"No, madam, pardon me," returned the sailor; "no, it is not possible! I
am not mistaken. Ayrton also read the letter, and he, on the contrary,
wished to go to Australia."
"Ayrton?" cried Glenarvan.
"The very one. He maintained that it was a mistake, and that you had
appointed Twofold Bay as the place of meeting."
"Have you the letter, Tom?" asked the major, greatly puzzled.
"Yes, Mr. MacNabb," replied Austin. "I will soon bring it."
He accordingly repaired to his own cabin. While he was gone, they gazed
at each other in silence, except the major, who, with his eye fixed
upon Paganel, said, as he folded his arms:
"Indeed, I must confess, Paganel, that this is a little too much."
At this moment Austin returned. He held in his hand the letter written
by Paganel, and signed by Glenarvan.
"Read it, my lord," said the old sailor.
Glenarvan took the letter, and read:
"Order for Tom Austin to put to sea, and bring the Duncan to the
eastern coast of New Zealand."
"New Zealand?" cried Paganel, starting.
He snatched the letter from Glenarvan's hands, rubbed his eyes,
adjusted his spectacles to his nose, and read in his turn.
"New Zealand!" repeated he, in an indescribable tone, while the letter
slipped from his fingers.
Just then he felt a hand fall upon his shoulder. He turned, and found
himself face to face with the major.
[Sidenote: PAGANEL IN THE WITNESS-BOX.]
"Well, my good Paganel," said MacNabb, in a grave tone, "it is
fortunate that you did not send the Duncan to Cochin-China."
This sally finished the poor geographer. A fit of laughter seized the
whole crew. Paganel, as if mad, ran to and fro, holding his head in his
hands, and tearing his hair. However, when he had recovered from his
frenzy, there was still another unavoidable question to answer.
"Now, Paganel," said Glenarvan, "be candid. I acknowledge that your
absent-mindedness has been providential. To be sure, without you the
Duncan would have fallen into the hands of the convicts; without you we
should have been recaptured by the Maoris. But do tell me, what strange
association of ideas, what unnatural aberration, induced you to write
New Zealand instead of Australia?"
"Very well," said Paganel. "It was----"
But at that moment his eyes fell upon Robert and Mary Grant, and he
stopped short, finally replying:
"Never mind, my dear Glenarvan. I am a madman, a fool, an incorrigible
being, and shall die a most famous blunderer!"
The affair was no longer discussed. The mystery of the Duncan's
presence there was solved; and the travelers, so miraculously saved,
thought only of revisiting their comfortable cabins and partaking of a
good breakfast.
However, leaving Lady Helena, Mary Grant, the major, Paganel, and
Robert to enter the saloon, Glenarvan and Captain Mangles retained Tom
Austin with them. They wished to question him further.
"Now, Tom," said Glenarvan, "let me know: did not this order to sail
for the coast of New Zealand seem strange to you?"
"Yes, my lord," replied Austin. "I was very much surprised; but, as I
am not in the habit of discussing the orders I receive, I obeyed. Could
I act otherwise? If any accident had happened from not following your
instructions, should I not have been to blame? Would you have done
differently, captain?"
"No, Tom," answered Captain Mangles.
"But what did you think?" asked Glenarvan.
"I thought, my lord, that, in the cause of Captain Grant, it was
necessary to go wherever you directed me; that by some combination of
circumstances another vessel would take you to New Zealand, and that
I was to wait for you on the eastern coast of the island. Moreover,
on leaving Melbourne, I kept my destination secret, and the crew did
not know it till we were out at sea and the shores of Australia had
disappeared from sight. But then an incident occurred that perplexed me
very much."
"What do you mean, Tom?" inquired Glenarvan.
"I mean," he replied, "that when the quartermaster, Ayrton, learned,
the day after our departure, the Duncan's destination----"
"Ayrton!" cried Glenarvan. "Is he on board?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Ayrton here!" repeated Glenarvan, glancing at Captain Mangles.
"Wonderful indeed!" said the young captain.
In an instant, with the swiftness of lightning, Ayrton's conduct, his
long-contrived treachery, Glenarvan's wound, the attack upon Mulready,
their sufferings in the marshes of the Snowy, all the wretch's deeds,
flashed upon the minds of the two men. And now, by a strange fatality,
the convict was in their power.
"Where is he?" asked Glenarvan quickly.
"In a cabin in the forecastle," replied Tom Austin, "closely guarded."
"Why this confinement?"
[Sidenote: AN UNOFFICIAL TRIBUNAL.]
"Because, when Ayrton saw that the yacht was sailing for New Zealand,
he flew into a passion; because he attempted to force me to change the
ship's course; because he threatened me; and, finally, because he urged
my men to a mutiny. I saw that he was a dangerous person, and was
compelled, therefore, to take precautions against him."
"And since that time?"
"Since that time he has been in his cabin, without offering to come
out."
"Good!"
At this moment Glenarvan and Captain Mangles were summoned to the
saloon. Breakfast, which they so much needed, was ready. They took
seats at the table, but did not speak of Ayrton.
However, when the meal was ended, and the passengers had assembled on
deck, Glenarvan informed them of the quartermaster's presence on board.
At the same time he declared his intention of sending for him.
"Can I be released from attending this tribunal?" asked Lady Helena.
"I confess to you, my dear Edward, that the sight of this unfortunate
would be very painful to me."
"It is only to confront him, Helena," replied Glenarvan. "Remain,
if you can. Ben Joyce should see himself face to face with all his
intended victims."
Lady Helena yielded to this request, and Mary Grant and she took their
places beside him, while around them stood the major, Paganel, Captain
Mangles, Robert, Wilson, Mulready, and Olbinett, all who had suffered
so severely by the convict's treason. The crew of the yacht, who did
not yet understand the seriousness of these proceedings, maintained a
profound silence.
"Call Ayrton!" said Glenarvan.