Black Bill, on leaving the captain, after having vainly endeavored to
persuade him to leave the cave, crawled in to his usual place for
passing the night, but not with the hope of forgetting his troubles in
sleep.
He was more firmly than ever impressed with the idea that the cavern
was the resort of the Devil and his imps, and that they would
certainly return for the purpose of carrying off his master. To this
he would have no objection, did he not fear that they might nab him
also, in order to keep his master company.
So when everything was perfectly still in the cavern excepting the
loud breathing of the captain, which gave evidence of his being fast
asleep, the negro crept cautiously out of the recess, where he had
thrown himself down, and moved noiselessly to the place where the
captain was lying.
Having satisfied himself that his master was asleep, he went to the
table, and taking the lamp that was burning there, he moved towards
the entrance of the cave. This was now fastened only on the inside,
and the fastening could be easily removed.
In a few moments Black Bill was at liberty.
As soon as he felt himself free from the cave, he gave vent to a fit
of boisterous delight, exclaiming. "Hah! hah! hah! Now de debile may
come arter massa Flint as soon as he please, he ain't a goun to ketch
dis chile, I reckan. Serb de captain right for trowin my fadder in de
sea.
"Hah! hah! hah! he tink I forgit all dat. I guess he fin out now."
Thus he went on until the thought seeming to strike him that he might
be overheard, and pursued, he stopped all at once, and crept further
into the forest and as he thought further out of the reach of the
devil.
The morning had far advanced when captain Flint awoke from his
slumber.
He knew this from the few sunbeams that found their way through a
crevice in the rocks at one corner of the cave.
With this exception the place was in total darkness, for the lamp as
we have said had been carried off by the negro.
"Hello, there, Bill, you black imp," shouted the captain, "bring a
light."
But Bill made no answer, although the command was several times
repeated.
At last, Flint, in a rage, sprang up, and seizing a raw hide which he
always kept handy for such emergencies, he went to the sleeping place
of the negro, and struck a violent blow on the place where Bill ought
to have been, but where Bill was not.
The captain started. "Has he, too, escaped me?" he exclaimed.
Flint went back, and for a few moments sat down by the table in
silence. After awhile the horror at being alone in such a gloomy
place, once more came over him.
"Who knows," he thought, "but this black imp may betray me into the
hands of my enemies. Even he, should he be so disposed, has it in his
power to come at night, and by fastening the entrance of the cavern on
the outside, bury me alive!"
So Flint reasoned, and so reasoning, made up his mind to leave the
cavern.
Flint had barely passed beyond the entrance of the cave, when he heard
the sound of approaching footsteps. He crouched under the bushes in
order to watch and listen.
He saw a party of six men approaching, all fully armed excepting one,
who seemed to be a guide to the rest.
Flint fairly gnashed his teeth with rage as he recognised in this man
his old associate--Jones Bradley.
The whole party halted at a little distance from the entrance to the
cave, where Bradley desired them to remain while he should go and
reconnoitre.
He had reached the entrance, had made a careful examination of
everything about it, and was in the act of turning to make his report,
when Flint sprang upon him from the bushes, saying, "So it's you, you
traitor, who has betrayed me," at the same moment plunging his dagger
in the breast of Bradley, who fell dead at his feet.
In the next moment the pirate was flying through the forest. Several
shots were fired at him, but without any apparent effect.
The whole party started in pursuit. But the pirate having the
advantage of a start and a better knowledge of the ground, was soon
hidden from view in the intricacies of the forest.
Still the party continued their pursuit, led now by Henry Billings.
As the pirate did not return the fire of his pursuers, it was evident
that his only weapon was the dagger with which he had killed the
unfortunate Bradley.
For several hours they continued their search, but all to no purpose,
and they were about to give it up for the present, when one of them
stumbled, and fell over something buried in the grass, when up sprang
Black Bill, who had hidden there on hearing the approach of the party.
"Lookin' arter massa Flint?" asked the boy, as soon as he had
discovered that he was among friends.
"Yes; can you tell us which way he has gone?" asked Billings.
"Gone dat way, and a-runnin' as if de debble was arter him, an' I
guess he is, too."
The party set off in the direction pointed out, the negro following.
After going about half a mile, they were brought to a full stop by a
precipice over which the foremost one of the party was near falling.
As they came to the brink they thought they heard a whine and a low
growl, as of a wild animal in distress.
Looking into the ravine, a sight met their gaze, which caused them to
shrink back with horror.
At the bottom of the ravine lay the body of the man of whom they were
in pursuit, but literally torn to pieces.
Beside the body crouched an enormous she bear, apparently dying from
wounds she had received from an encounter with the men.
Could his worst enemy have wished him a severe punishment?
"De debble got him now," said Black Bill, and the whole party took
their way back to the cave.
On their way back, Billings learned from the negro that Hellena in
company with Lightfoot, had left the cave several days previous to
their coming. Where they had gone he could not tell.
He was so possessed with the idea they had been spirited away by the
devil, or some one of his imps in the shape of an enormous Indian,
that they thought he must have been frightened out of his wits.
Billings was at a loss what course to take, but he had made up his
mind not to return to the city, until he had learned something
definite in relation to the fate of his intended bride.
In all probability, she was at some one of the Indian villages
belonging to some of the tribes occupying that part of the country.
For this purpose he embarked again in the small vessel in which he had
come up the river, intending to proceed a short distance further up,
for the purpose of consulting an old chief who, with his family,
occupied a small island situated there.
He had proceeded but a short distance when he saw a large fleet of
canoes approaching.
Supposing them to belong to friendly Indians, Billings made no attempt
to avoid them, and his boat was in a few moments surrounded by the
savages.
At first the Indians appeared to be perfectly friendly, offering to
trade and, seeming particularly anxious to purchase fire-arms.
This aroused the suspicions of the white men, and they commenced
endeavoring to get rid of their troublesome visitors, when to their
astonishment, they were informed that they were prisoners!
Billings was surprised to find that the Indians, after securing their
prisoners, instead of starting up the river again, continued their
course down the stream.
But what he learned shortly after from one of the Indians, who spoke
English tolerably well, astonished him still more. And that was, that
he was taken for the notorious pirate Captain Flint, of whose escape
they had heard from some of their friends recently from the city, and
they thought that nothing would please their white brethren so much as
to bring him back captive.
It was to no purpose that Billings endeavored to convince them of
their mistake. They only shook their heads, as much as to say it was
of no use, they were not to be so easily imposed upon.
And so Billings saw there was no help for it but to await patiently
his arrival at New York, when all would be set right again.
But in the meantime Hellena might be removed far beyond his reach.