On the day after the first scene in the cave, late in the afternoon,
three men sat on the deck of the schooner, as she lay in the shadow of
forest covered mountain.
These were Jones Bradley, Old Ropes, and the man who went by the name
of the Parson. They were discussing the occurrences of the previous
night.
"I'm very much of the captains opinion," said the Parson, "that the
noises are caused by the wind rushing through the chinks and crevices
of the rocks."
"Yes; but, then, there wan't no wind to speak of, and how is the wind
to make that horrible groan, s'pose it did blow a hurricane?" said
Jones Bradley.
"Just so," said Old Ropes; "that notion about the wind makin' such a
noise at that, is all bosh. My opinion is, that it was the voice of a
spirit. I know that the captain laughs at all such things, but all his
laughin' don't amount to much with one that's seen spirits."
"What! you don't mean to say that you ever actually see a live ghost?"
asked the Parson.
"That's jist what I do mean to say," replied Old Ropes.
"Hadn't you been takin' a leetle too much, or wasn't the liquor too
strong?" said the Parson.
"Well, you may make as much fun about it as you please," said Old
Ropes; "but I tell you, that was the voice of a spirit, and, what's
more, I believe it's either the spirit of some one that's been
murdered in that cave, by some gang that's held it before, and buried
the body over the treasure they've stowed away there, or else the
ghost of some one's that's had foul play from the captain."
"Well," said the Parson, "if I thought there was any treasure there
worth lookin' after, all the ghosts you could scare up wouldn't hinder
me from trying to get at it."
"But, no matter about that; you say you see a live ghost once. Let's
hear about that."
"I suppose," said Old Ropes, "that there aint no satisfaction in a
feller's tellin' of things that aint no credit to him; but,
howsomever, I might as well tell this, as, after all, it's only in the
line of our business.
"You must know, then, that some five years ago, I shipped on board a
brig engaged in the same business that our craft is.
"I needn't tell you of all the battles we were in, and all the prizes
we made; but the richest prize that ever come in our way, was a
Spanish vessel coming from Mexico, With a large amount of gold and
silver on board.
"We attacked the ship, expecting to make an easy prize of her, but we
were disappointed.
"The Spaniards showed fight, and gave us a tarnal sight of trouble.
Several of our best men were killed.
"This made our captain terrible wrothy. He swore that every soul that
remained alive on the captured vessel should be put to death.
"Now, it so happened that the wife and child (an infant,) of the
captain of the Spanish vessel, were on board. When the others had all
been disposed of, the men plead for the lives of these two. But our
captain would not listen to it; but he would let us cast lots to see
which of us would perform the unpleasant office.
"As bad luck would have it, the lot fell upon me. There was no
shirking it.
"It must be done; so, the plank was got ready. She took the baby in
her arms, stepped upon the plank, as I ordered her, and the next
moment, she, with the child in her arms, sank to rise no more; but the
look she gave me, as she went down, I shall never forget.
"It haunts me yet, and many and many is the time that Spanish woman,
with the child in her arms, has appeared to me, fixing upon me the
same look that she gave me, as she sank in the sea.
"Luck left us from that time; we never took a prize afterwards.
"Our Vessel was captured by a Spanish cruiser soon afterwards. I, with
one other, succeeded in making our escape.
"The captain, and all the rest, who were not killed in the battle,
were strung out on the yard-arm."
"Does the ghost never speak to you?" asked the Parson.
"Never," replied Old Ropes.
"I suppose that's because she's a Spaniard, and thinks you don't
understand her language," remarked the Parson, sneeringly. "I wonder
why this ghost of the cave don't show himself, and not try to frighten
us with his horrible boo-wooing."
"Well, you may make as much fun as you please," replied Old Ropes;
"but, mark my words for it, if the captain don't pay attention to the
warning he has had, that ghost will show himself in a way that won't
be agreeable to any of us."
"If he takes my advice, he'll leave the cave, and take up his quarters
somewhere else."
"What! you don't mean to say you're afraid!" quietly remarked the
Parson.
"Put an enemy before me in the shape of flesh and blood, and I'll show
you whether I'm afeard, or not," said Old Ropes; "but this fighting
with dead men's another affair. The odds is all agin you. Lead and
steel wont reach 'em, and the very sight on 'em takes the pluck out of
a man, whether he will or no.
"An enemy of real flesh and blood, when he does kill you, stabs you or
shoots you down at once, and there's an end of it; but, these ghosts
have a way of killing you by inches, without giving a fellow a chance
to pay them back anything in return."
"It's pretty clear, anway, that they're a 'tarnal set of cowards,"
remarked the Parson.
"The biggest coward's the bravest men, when there's no danger,"
retorted Old Ropes.
To this, the Parson made no reply, thinking, probably, that he had
carried the joke far enough, and not wishing to provoke a quarrel with
his companion.
"As to the affair of the cave," said Jones Bradley; "I think very much
as Old Ropes does about it. I'm opposed to troubling the dead, and I
believe there's them buried there that don't want to be disturbed by
us, and if we don't mind the warning they give us, still the worse for
us."
"The captain don't seem to be very much alarmed about it," said the
Parson; "for he stays in the cave. And, then, there's the Indian woman
and the darkey; the ghost don't seem to trouble them much."
"I'll say this for Captain Flint," remarked Old Ropes, "if ever I
knowed a man that feared neither man nor devil, that man is Captain
Flint; but his time'll come yet."
"You don't mean to say you see breakers ahead, do you?" asked the
Parson.
"Not in the way of our business, I don't mean," said Ropes; "but, I've
had a pretty long experience in this profession, and have seen the
finishing up of a good many of my shipmates; and I never know'd one
that had long experience, that would not tell you that he had been put
more in fear by the dead than ever he had by the living."
"We all seem to be put in low spirits by this afternoon," said the
Parson; "s'pose we go below, and take a little something to cheer us
up."
To this the others assented, and all three went below.