While these things had been going on at the cavern, and Captain Flint
had been pretending to use his influence with the Indians for the
recovery of Hellena, Carl Rosenthrall himself had not been idle in the
meantime.
He had dealings with Indians of the various tribes along the river,
and many from the Far North, and West, and he engaged them to make
diligent search for his daughter among their people, offering tempting
rewards to any who would restore her, or even tell him to a certainty,
where she was to be found.
In order to induce Fire Cloud to restore her in case it should prove
it was he who was holding her in captivity, he sent word to that
chief, that if he would restore his child, he would not only not have
him punished, but would load him with presents.
These offers, of course made through Captain Flint, who it was
supposed by Rosenthrall, had more opportunities than any one else of
communicating with the old chief.
How likely they would have been to reach the chief, even if he had
been the real culprit, the reader can guess.
In fact he had done all in his power to impress the Indian that to put
himself in the power of Rosenthrall, would be certain death to him.
Thus more than a month passed without bringing to the distracted
father any tidings of his missing child.
We may as well remark here, that Rosenthrall had lost his wife many
years before, and that Hellena was his only child, so that in losing
her he felt that he had lost everything.
The Indians whom he had employed to aid him in his search, informed
him that they could learn nothing of his daughter among their people,
and some of them who were acquainted with Fire Cloud, told him that
the old chief protested he knew nothing of the matter.
Could it be that Flint was playing him false?
He could hardly think that it was Flint himself who had stolen his
child, for what motive could he have in doing it?
The more he endeavored to unravel the mystery, the stranger and more
mysterious it became.
Notwithstanding the statements to the contrary made by the Indians,
Flint persisted in giving it as his belief, that Fire Cloud had
carried off the girl and was still holding her a prisoner. He even
said that the chief had admitted as much to him. Yet he was sure that
if he was allowed to manage the affair in his own way, he should be
able to bring the Indian to terms.
It was about this time that the dark suspicions began to be whispered
about that Captain Flint was in some way connected with the horrible
piracies that had recently been perpetrated on the coast, if he were
not in reality the leader of the desperate gang himself, by whom they
had been perpetrated.
Those suspicions as we have seen, coming to Flint's own ears, had
caused him to plan another project still more horrible than the one he
was pursuing, in order to quiet those suspicions until he should have
an opportunity of capturing the rich prize which was to be the
finishing stroke to his achievements in this part of the world.
The suspicions in regard to Captain Flint had reached the ears of
Rosenthrall, as well as others, who had been secretly concerned with
him in his smuggling transactions, although in no way mixed up with
his piracies.
Rosenthrall feared that in case these suspicions against Flint should
lead to his arrest, the whole matter would come out and be exposed,
leading to the disgrace if not the ruin, of all concerned.
It was therefore with a feeling of relief, while joining in the
general expression of horror, that he heard of a most terrible piracy
having been committed on the coast. Captain Flint's vessel was lying
in port, and he was known to be in the city.
There was one thing too connected with this affair that seemed to
prove conclusively, that the suspicions heretofore harboured against
the captain were unjust.
And that was the report brought by the crew of a fishing smack, that
they had seen a schooner answering to the description given of the
pirate, just before this horrible occurrence took place.
Captain Flint now assumed the bearing of a man whose fair fame had
been purified of some foul blot stain that had been unjustly cast upon
it, one who had been honorably acquitted of base charges brought
against him by enemies who had sought his ruin.
He had not been ignorant, he said, of the dark suspicions that had
been thrown out against him.
But he had trusted to time to vindicate his character, and he had not
trusted in vain.
Among the first to congratulate Captain Flint on his escape from the
danger with which he had been threatened, was Carl Rosenthrall.
He admitted that he had been to some extent, tainted with suspicion,
in common with others, for which he now asked his forgiveness.
The pardon was of course granted by the captain, coupled with hope
that he would not be so easily led away another time.
The facts in regard to this last diabolical act of the pirates were
these.
Captain Flint, in accordance with the plan which he had decided upon,
and with which the reader has already been made acquainted, fitted out
a small fishing vessel, manned by some of the most desperate of his
crew, and commanded by the Parson and Old Ropes.
Most of the men went on board secretly at night, only three men
appearing on deck when she set sail.
In fact, no one to look at her, would take her for anything but an
ordinary fishing smack.
They had not been out long, before they came in sight of a vessel
which they thought would answer their purpose. It was a small brig
engaged in trading along the coast, and such a vessel as under
ordinary circumstances they would hardly think worth noticing. But
their object was not plunder this time, but simply to do something
that would shield them from the danger that threatened them on shore.
The time seemed to favor them, for the night was closing in and there
were no other vessels in sight.
On the pirates making a signal of distress, the commander of the brig
brought his vessel to, until the boat from the supposed smack could
reach him, and the crew could make their wants known.
To his surprise six men fully armed sprang upon his deck.
To resist this force there were only himself, and two men, all
unarmed.
Of these the pirates made short work not deigning to answer the
questions put to them by their unfortunate victims.
When they had murdered all on board, and thrown overboard such of the
cargo as they did not want they abandoned the brig, knowing from the
direction of the wind, and the state of the tide, that she would soon
drift on the beach, and the condition in which she would be found,
would lead people to believe that she had been boarded by pirates, and
all on board put to death.
After having accomplished this hellish act, they turned their course
homeward, bringing the report that they had seen the notorious
piratical schooner which had committed so many horrible depredations,
leading every one to conclude that this was another of her terrible
deeds.
Captain Flint, satisfied with the result of this last achievement,
felt himself secure for the present.
He could now without fear of interruption, take time to mature his
plans for carrying out his next grand enterprise, which was to be the
crowning one of all his adventures, and which was to enrich all
engaged in it.