The End of the Pirate Junks--Paul discovers Gold--Azolta and I are
betrothed--Death of Quibibio.
I was in great hopes that if the junk took fire properly it would
communicate the flames to the other one, for these unwieldy vessels are
built of most inflammable materials. This was not the case. The other
junk’s crew cut their cable, and drifted out of reach before the fire
got fierce hold; then they put out their sweeps and went out to sea,
leaving their companions to their fate. The moon now rose, and we had a
full view of the scene. Truth to tell, the spear hurled on board by Paul
had done more damage than our fire-bundles. It had ignited the top of
the cook-house, and from there it had run up the huge sail and masts,
whilst the only damage our fire-bundles had done was to burn the rudder
and a hole in the upper part of the stern. This, however, was sufficient
to put the junk at our mercy.
The Mongols were apparently working hard to extinguish the fire, but
without much avail, for the masts, rigging, and sails were soon all
aflame, and presently came tumbling about their ears.
Zolca had all the boats drawn round in a circle to prevent the escape of
any of the pirates who might jump over, whilst others on shore watched
for the same purpose. I did not see any try it, although the junk burned
for some hours, until she seemed to have nothing left to burn. Still she
did not sink, and we kept our watch all night. When daylight broke she
lay there, black and smoking, but with no signs of life on board. I feel
pretty certain that when they saw they were doomed, most of them
voluntarily sought death in the flames, for I have since learnt that
suicide is a custom of these people. Zolca and some of his men boarded
her, and found that she had been burnt clean out, nothing but the hull
being left.
Whilst engaged in this we heard a great shouting from the shore, and
soon learned that the other junk had run on a reef of rocks just outside
the bay, and was now lying on her side with the waves breaking over her.
As there is a tremendous surf at this place there was little chance for
any of the pirates to have escaped, but to make sure Zolca placed a
guard there; but none were ever seen, and the waves soon made short work
of the wreck. When the tide was nearly full we towed the burnt vessel as
far up the sand as we could, and there broke her up, and got a quantity
of iron from her.
Things having come to this happy issue, and all our enemies being
destroyed,--that is, for the time, for we did not relax any vigilance in
watching for others,--life went on easily and happily, especially for me
with my beautiful Azolta.
Soon after our victory over the Mongol pirates Azolta and I were
publicly betrothed amidst great rejoicing. Quibibio now seemed to have
reached all he had desired. He had been the one to witness the return of
men from, as he supposed, De Gonneville’s country, who had taught his
people how to fight, and now I was betrothed to his daughter, and had
promised to live and die in his country. Zolca, too, was untiring in his
devotion to me, and would have laid down his life for me.
Paul had set his affections on a very pretty girl, the daughter of one
of the principal men, and he was betrothed at the same time. This
betrothal, according to the custom of the race, was to last one year,
when the marriage ceremony took place.
That year passed peacefully and quietly. Paul and I had a house allotted
to us, and wore the red turban; but I now began to notice a change in my
fellow-exile. So long as there had been hardships to encounter, and
fighting to look forward to, he was one of the best and cheeriest of
men, although but a rough sailor without any education. But now the life
of ease and indolence seemed to bring all his worst qualities to the
front. He had no resources to fall back on, although I tried hard to
interest him in the work I was doing, namely, trying to teach the
natives new arts and industries. I had succeeded in making a rude kind
of paper, and after that the manufacture of ink was easy, and with the
pinion feather of a bird for pen I had begun to teach Zolca and others
the use of written characters.
Paul took no interest in this. He sighed for the rude joys of his former
sailor life, the strong drink, the dancing, the singing, and rough
jokes of boon companions. Of dancing and singing we had plenty, but the
graceful flower-dances of the Quadruco girls did not suit him when he
remembered the clumsy jigs of his sailor days.
One day, when I was trying to rally him, he replied hastily that he
wished he had been hanged at the yard-arm of the _Sardam_ frigate before
he had come to rot in this place. Then he flung out of the house, and I
saw him no more that day.
I was in hopes that when he was married he would become reconciled to
our quiet life, where, if we were cut off from the world, we at least
were well fed and enjoyed a beautiful climate. But this was not to be.
That evening he came to me and proposed that we should build a small
vessel out of the timbers of the junk, and make our way north to Java. I
reminded him that we should probably be hanged at once as two of the
mutineers of the _Batavia_. But he replied that by this time they must
have forgotten all about us.
“And if not,” he said, sinking his voice, “I have knowledge of what will
purchase our pardon readily.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“There is this valley, and--there is more.”
While the tempter thus spoke I saw my old home in Harlem, my parents,
who had doubtless mourned me both as dead and guilty, and a longing to
return came over me. Then the loving eyes of Azolta, soon to be my wife,
blotted out the picture, and I knew my duty.
Since my exile and residence amongst the Quadrucos I had learned to look
at things from a far different stand-point than the ignorant boy who
sailed from the Texel. Then I saw no harm in the Company occupying the
lands of the natives, dispossessing and making slaves of them. I had
been taught no better. Now I saw the wickedness of it, and the idea of
these peaceful, happy people, who had sheltered us in our distress and
treated us with honour and distinction, being handed over to the
rapacity of the Company, and the tender mercies of its servants, struck
me with horror, and I vowed in my heart that I would fight to the last
drop of my blood in their defence, even against my own people.
“What do you mean by more?” I asked Paul.
“There is gold here,” he returned. “Plenty of it. I found a lot of
stones with veins of the metal, when I was out hunting one day.”
He went to the corner where he slept and brought out some white stones
in which he showed me yellow streaks which certainly looked like gold.
“I have seen it before,” he said, “though not in this shape.”
Now this determined me more than ever. Should my countrymen learn of
this, nothing would stop them from swarming over the land, and the fate
of the Quadrucos would be settled.
“Paul,” I said, “have you no gratitude for the people who welcomed us
and treated us so well? Do you not know what will happen to them if the
Company hears of this place, and establishes a Factory here? Can you say
that you have the heart to dream of such a plan?”
“Right well do I know what will happen, Diedrich; but it is a lot that
must be theirs sooner or later; you yourself must confess that. Some
discovery-ship will poke her nose into that bay some fine morning, and
then the thing is done.”
“But don’t let yours be the hand to do it,” I replied.
“I am wearied here,” he answered, “and above all, it is so easy to get
away; where those clumsy junks go, we can go, and what Master Francis
Pelsart did in his boat, from where the _Batavia’s_ bones lie, we can do
easily from here in a better boat, which we will build.”
“I would sooner cut off my right hand than consent,” I replied. “These
people have adopted us, and here I will live and die!”
“For the sake of a pretty savage!” sneered Paul.
Mad with sudden rage at this allusion to Azolta, I drew the short sword
I now always wore, and was about to fall on Paul, who drew his and stood
upon the defensive.
For a moment we faced each other, then Paul dropped the point of his
weapon.
“Let us not quarrel, friend Diedrich,” he said; “we have been through
too many perils together to try to slit each other’s
[Illustration: PAUL DREW HIS SHORT SWORD AND STOOD ON THE DEFENSIVE.]
skins now. I will forget this mad scheme of mine, though in truth I am
tired of this life.”
I knew he was but feigning, but I held out my hand and he shook it, and
we returned our weapons to our belts. But from that day there was
ill-blood between Paul and me.
I understood it all now. It was not the monotony of the life, for Paul
was too rough to mind that; it was the discovery of the gold that had so
changed him. Here it was useless to him--no better than common rock; but
once free, with the knowledge of its locality, and he could enjoy
himself to the end of his days.
Azolta noted my abstraction, but I could not tell her the cause, for I
was meditating whether or not I should confide in Zolca. For Paul had
not given up his purpose, of that I had felt sure, and although he could
do nothing by himself, still he must be watched. The death of Quibibio
decided me.
The old king died happy. These people did not fear death in the least.
All his wishes and hopes had been fulfilled. His son Zolca, who would
succeed him in the mildly paternal rule which was all that was demanded
from the king of the Quadrucos, was a noble fellow; his daughter was
about to be married to me, who was as an adopted son; his enemies by sea
had been beaten and destroyed. He was ready to die, and he died calmly,
smilingly, with the three of us kneeling beside him.
He was buried beside his ancestors, and Zolca now reigned in his place.
The mourning did not last long, for death was looked upon as inevitable;
and it in no way delayed my marriage to Azolta.
Paul and I were married on the same day, and I took up my quarters in
the palace. Since our outbreak we had been ostensibly on the old terms,
but in my heart I knew that Paul had in no way relinquished his purpose.
Zolca now being in supreme command, I resolved to take him into my
confidence.
It was a long task, for I had to explain things to him which he had not
the experience to grasp. In the first place I had to find out if he knew
about the gold; to my astonishment he did, and said he could take me
straight there. Of course he did not know about the value of gold, but
he had noticed the yellow stuff in the rocks when he had been out
hunting. I now explained to him that this yellow stuff was what all
white men craved. That some would do anything for it. That if they came
to hear of it being here they would come in big ships and take it,
driving him and his people out of the valley to wander amongst the
Papoos, if they did not do worse. That they would have weapons which his
people could not resist. He seemed scarcely to understand me, for in his
simple mind all men of my colour were friends, “amis” as the Norman
captain had taught his ancestors.
To explain things I asked him what he thought the Mongol pirates would
have done had they beaten us instead of our beating them.
“Killed us all,” he replied promptly.
“That is what the white men would do, only in another fashion,” I told
him.
Then, my boyish reading coming back again, I related the story of the
Conquest of Mexico and all its horrors.
“Deedrick,” he said at last, that being their pronunciation of my name,
“brother, why tell me all this?”
Then, though greatly loath, I told him that Paul had found the gold, and
that the sight of it had changed his nature. That he had proposed to me
to build a vessel and go to where our countrymen lived to the north, and
bring them back and show them the gold.
“But why?” he asked, in bewilderment. “Is he not happy here?”
It was cruel work, like kicking a dog who would lick your hand, but I
had to do it. I told him that men like Paul had such a desire for gold
and all it would buy in our country, that they would do anything to get
it; that it made them worse than the pirates; that it turned a good man
into a bad man. Be it remembered that crime was almost unknown amongst
these people; petty quarrels there were, but nothing more, therefore it
was extremely hard for me to explain to Zolca.
I then said that we must not trust Paul; that he was bold and clever,
and now that he had set his mind on it he would never let the matter
rest.
“But, brother,” said the bewildered prince, “why are you not like the
others?”
I said that some men had stricter notions than others, and I had had
very strict parents; moreover, I loved Azolta more than all the gold in
the world.
Poor Zolca! He got up and walked about; then, cast himself on the ground
again and I saw great tears in his eyes. It was his first experience of
human nature. Of course he had never felt for Paul as he did for me,
still he had believed in him. At last he sprung up and his eyes were
blazing.
“Deedrick! I will kill him before he shall harm my people!”
Prophetic words!