ATTACKED BY CHINESE PIRATES.

The destruction of the apes accomplished, I returned with avidity to the

task of felling the cedar trees on East Island and splitting the trunks

into planks for the completion of the cutter--for I had by this time

entirely abandoned the hope of rescue by a passing ship.

It was about three weeks later that, emerging on a certain morning from

my bedroom, and stepping out to the veranda to scan the offing,

according to custom, before beginning the regular routine of the day, my

gaze was instantly arrested by an object poised on the very verge of the

horizon, some twelve miles distant. Showing up almost black against the

vivid hues of the early morning eastern sky it was yet too small to be

capable of identification by the unassisted eye. I therefore darted

back into the house, and procuring the telescope brought it to bear upon

the stranger; and as I focused the image of that distant object in the

lenses of the instrument I experienced a moment of most bitter

disappointment. For when my gaze first fell upon that tiny speck the

thought instantly leapt to my mind that at long last the moment of our

deliverance had arrived; whereas a moment or two later my telescope

revealed to me the disconcerting fact that the craft in sight, and

heading straight for the group, was a Chinese junk!

It may be that certain of my readers will wonder why the approach of a

Chinese junk to the group should cause me such acute disappointment, and

they may perhaps ask the question: "Is not a Chinese junk as capable as

any other vessel of rescuing shipwrecked people and conveying them back

to civilisation?" To this question I would reply: "Yes, undoubtedly,

under certain circumstances." But let me explain the proviso implied in

that reply.

Had the boy Billy and I only been concerned I would have trusted

ourselves aboard the junk; but--there was the treasure to be considered,

and I was not altogether ignorant concerning the character and

reputation of Chinese sailors. There may be, and probably are, Chinamen

who are as honourable, upright, and honest as the average Englishman,

but my experience, such as it has been, is that they are not to be found

aboard a junk. The Chinese seaman is, as a rule, drawn from the lowest

stratum of his people, and among such men the moral sense, if not

absolutely lacking, is very nearly so. They are barbarian, and all

their instincts are primitive. Honour and honesty are words that have

no meaning for them; they are, before all things else, intensely

acquisitive, and if they want a thing they will take it if they can, and

woe betide the owner if he resists them. In a word, the Chinese seaman

is by instinct a pirate, and a cruel, bloodthirsty one at that; hence my

feeling of disappointment at the sight of that junk; for how could I

hope that our treasure would remain inviolate if placed in the power of

such men as I have endeavoured to describe? They would cut our throats

without scruple in order to possess themselves of the contents of our

chests, the very appearance of which was irresistibly suggestive of

treasure. It took me not a moment to determine that, rather than expose

ourselves to such possible risks, we would have nothing whatever to do

with the junk if we could avoid it.

But could we? The junk was heading straight for the group, running

before a light easterly breeze which would probably give her a speed of

about three knots, and in the course of the next three hours she would

be close enough to enable her crew to see the bungalow, the existence of

which it was impossible to conceal, built as it was high up on the hill-

side with a passage through the reef immediately opposite it. Was it at

all reasonable to suppose that _any_ craft would sail past the group

without calling to investigate? There was, of course, the possibility

that the junk in sight might be perfectly harmless, and that if she

entered the lagoon it would be merely to satisfy curiosity and perhaps

to obtain a little fruit or to replenish her stock of fresh water; and,

if so, well and good. But if not--if her crew happened to be composed

of such ruffians as I have endeavoured to picture, what then? Could I

hope that they would be satisfied merely to come up to the bungalow, ask

a few questions in pidgin English, and depart, leaving us unscathed? To

suppose any such thing would be--to say the least of it--foolishness.

The probability was that they would attack us, sack the place, carrying

away everything that took their fancy, including the treasure-chests,

murder Billy and me, and burn down the house out of sheer love of

destruction.

These reflections, which have taken me so long to record, flashed

through my mind upon the instant following my recognition of the

character of the stranger; and realisation of the danger that possibly

threatened us naturally led up to the question: How was that danger to

be averted? Could Billy and I alone hope to put up a successful defence

against an attack by perhaps thirty or forty determined men? For, let

Chinamen be what they may in other respects, they are not easily daunted

by a sense of personal danger, especially if animated by the hope of

plunder. Then in a moment there came to me the memory of Bowata and the

natives of Cliff Island. They had been most profuse in their

expressions of gratitude for the help which we had afforded them from

time to time, and had repeatedly declared their eagerness to find an

opportunity to give practical demonstration of that gratitude: here was

their opportunity; and all that was needed was to make them aware of it.

I took another long look at the junk, and came to the conclusion that

she could not reach the lagoon in much less than four hours, which would

allow me time to make a single trip in the boat to Cliff Island, get

into touch with Bowata, secure his assistance, and return to Eden with

my dusky reinforcements. I decided to do so, and, without waiting for

breakfast, at once started for the cove--and the boat.

The wind being fair, I made a quick run across to Cliff Island; and a

swift-footed native boy soon brought Bowata down to the landing-place

where we usually met. Explaining the circumstances to him, I found him,

as I had quite anticipated, more than ready to render me every possible

assistance; and, departing to muster his men, he returned in a very

short time with nineteen of his most reliable fighters--the boat's

utmost capacity was twenty, in addition to myself, and the chief

naturally elected to accompany and head his party. Those men, Bowata

assured me, were the pick of the entire tribe, and I quite believed him,

for, although small and slight compared with the average Englishman,

they were lithe, wiry, active, and resolute-looking men, with an eager

gleam in their eyes which seemed to suggest that the prospect of a fight

was the reverse of distasteful to them. They were each armed with a

bow, a quiver full of arrows, and a most formidable-looking war club,

the head of which was thickly studded with bone spikes, and which

promised to be terribly effective at close quarters--the latter being a

quite recent addition to their armoury invented by Bowata's son, whose

imagination had at last been stimulated by the persistent attacks of the

apes.

The return passage to Eden--half of which was a dead beat to windward,

with the boat loaded to her utmost capacity--occupied so long a time

that I was in a perfect fever of anxiety lest the junk should arrive

before us; but upon rounding the south-east point of Cliff Island I was

somewhat relieved to see that she had, so far, not entered the lagoon,

nor did I see any sign of her during the remainder of the passage; for,

low down in the water as we were, the spray of the surf breaking upon

the reef effectually veiled from our view everything outside.

There was still no sign of the junk when at length the boat entered the

little cove that was our usual landing-place, and grounded on the beach.

Ten minutes later we surmounted the crest of the ridge, on the far side

of which stood the bungalow, and I once more got a view of the open sea

outside, over the curtain of everlasting spray that had obstructed my

view from the boat. The junk was visible, clearly enough, hove-to at a

distance of about a mile to windward of the reef; and I hurried to the

house for the telescope, that I might obtain a nearer view of what was

happening aboard her. Seizing the telescope I proceeded to the veranda,

from which I brought the instrument to bear upon the craft.

I now saw that she had lowered a boat that, manned by a crew of five,

was heading for the opening in the reef immediately opposite our island.

This boat I watched, keeping the telescope bearing upon her as she

alternately topped and disappeared behind the long ridges of swell,

until at length she passed through the opening and entered the lagoon.

Once through the reef, she headed straight for Eden, and it looked as

though the men in her contemplated landing on the beach at the foot of

the slope upon which the bungalow was built; whereupon I thought it well

to hoist the brigantine's ensign upon the flagstaff I had set up in

front of the bungalow, as a hint to the intruders that the island was

British territory, and that its inhabitants expected that territory to

be respected.

The boat, approaching cautiously, at length reached a point about a

quarter of a mile from the beach, when the crew lay upon their oars,

while the man in the stern-sheets rose to his feet and proceeded to

subject Eden, and as much of the rest of the group as was visible from

his point of view, to a prolonged scrutiny, after which, at a sign from

him, the oars again dipped in the water and, turning, the boat recrossed

the lagoon and made her way back to the junk.

There was now a pause in the proceedings, during which, I conjectured,

the man who had been in charge of the boat was making his report to his

skipper. The pause, however, was not of long duration, for, as I

continued to watch, signs of a sudden stir aboard the junk became

perceptible, and a few minutes later I saw that her crew were lowering

two more boats, much larger than the first, and that a considerable

number of men--who, so far as it was possible to see at that distance,

were all armed--were swarming down the junk's side into them. This

seemed to indicate that my worst suspicions regarding the character of

the vessel were only too well founded, and that a pretty stiff fight was

in prospect for us. If this should be so it was time to see about

making my dispositions for the conflict; I accordingly re-entered the

house and, girding on my cutlass, thrust a brace of fully loaded

revolvers into my belt, seized my own pet rifle and, filling my jacket

pockets with cartridges, sallied forth and, joining Bowata and his

party, led them down to the beach.

This particular strip of beach, it should be explained, was quite unlike

the other beaches of the group. The latter, composed of white coral

sand, were continuous, smooth, unencumbered, averaged from thirty feet

wide in some cases to as much as a hundred feet wide in others, and

usually sloped steeply enough to enable our boat, with good way on her,

to run herself high enough on them to permit us to land dry-footed. On

the other hand, the beach toward which we were now heading was a strip

of coral sand not more than a quarter of a mile long, perfectly smooth,

but sloping so very gently that I much doubted whether the boats I had

seen preparing to leave the junk could approach within fifty yards of

the shore without grounding. But the circumstance most greatly in our

favour was that this comparatively short length of beach, while inviting

enough in appearance as a landing-place, was backed, on its shore side,

by an outcrop of black rocks that offered splendid cover for a defending

force while leaving attackers from the sea completely exposed. These

peculiarities of the shore rendered it morally certain that the beach

itself would be the actual battle-ground in the coming conflict; and it

was with the view to its decision there that I made my final

arrangements, and posted Bowata and his men. Having done this to my

satisfaction I took my rifle and advanced to the open beach, where I

seated myself upon a detached fragment of rock, and patiently awaited

developments.

These proved to be somewhat slow in arriving; and the period of waiting

was rendered all the more tedious from the fact that, low down on the

beach as I now was, the continuous veil of spray flying over the reef

effectually hid everything that might be happening to seaward; but at

length, after waiting for fully an hour for something to happen, one of

the Chinese boats appeared in the gap in the reef, closely followed by a

second and a third. The two leading boats were largish craft, pulling

eight oars each, and they appeared to be carrying some fourteen or

sixteen men each, while the third was the much smaller craft that had

already once entered the lagoon, the crew of which seemed now to be

augmented by three or four extra men. Once clear of the passage, they

formed in line abreast, the smaller boat between the two big ones, while

one man, doubtless the leader of the expedition, stood in the stern-

sheets, directing the movements of his little flotilla from time to time

by a wave of his hand.

The distance across the lagoon at this point, from the reef to the beach

of Eden, was about a mile; the boats were therefore not long in

traversing the distance. But I did not intend to allow our unwelcome

visitors to land without a protest of some sort, and at the same time

giving them something in the nature of a warning. I therefore waited

until the boats had arrived within about two hundred yards of the beach,

when, rising to my feet, I discharged my rifle, aiming to send the shot

a few yards above the head of the leader, who was still standing in the

stern-sheets of the smaller boat.

As though my rifle-shot had been a signal, the oarsmen of all three of

the boats instantly ceased rowing, and a tremendous jabbering arose

among them, which the leader silenced by raising his hand, at the same

time shouting what I took to be a sharp command. The oarsmen dipped

their starboard oars, sweeping the three boats broadside-on to the

beach, and the next moment I was saluted by a shower of bullets and

slugs from some twenty jingals. For an instant the air all about me

seemed to be full of lead, but I was untouched; and, knowing that it

would take them a minute or two to reload, I wheeled about and, crossing

some half-dozen yards of open ground, took cover behind a convenient

rock.

As I did so the boats again wheeled into line abreast and, with their

crews excitedly jabbering and shouting to each other, dashed toward the

beach at full speed, the leader drawing a most formidable-looking sword

and waving it above his head, with shouts of encouragement to his men.

But, as I had foreseen, the boats advanced but a few lengths farther

when the two bigger ones stopped dead, having grounded, and several of

their occupants, unprepared for the sudden stoppage, toppled over

backward, causing great confusion among their comrades. At this moment

I whistled shrilly, whereupon Bowata and his merry men arose from behind

their ambush among the rocks and, taking deliberate aim, poured into the

boats a flight of arrows, every one of which must have told, so short

was the range, and so great was the confusion that ensued among the

Chinese. Meanwhile, the smaller boat, being of lighter draught,

continued to come stem-on for the beach. I was covering her, with my

rifle nicely resting in a notch of the rock in front of me, and as she

came fair end-on I pressed the trigger, and the two foremost oarsmen

collapsed on their oars, both of them evidently shot by the one bullet.

This naturally added to the confusion; but the leader, who appeared to

exercise great influence over his men, soon restored order and, shouting

a command to his followers, caused those in the grounded boats to leap

overboard, where, with the water nearly up to their waists, they paused

for a moment to discharge a second volley from their jingals; then,

tossing their cumbersome firearms back into the boats, they uttered a

yell, drew their swords, and came charging helter-skelter through the

water toward the beach.

This was the opportunity for Bowata and his party, who, with arrows

ready fitted to their bow-strings, again rose from behind the covering

rocks and let fly at the enemy. Some of the arrows missed their mark,

but about three-quarters of them were effective--one man, I observed,

receiving no less than three shafts in his body--and five of the enemy

fell, while others came staggering forward with arrows sunk deep in

various parts of their anatomy. The leader of the band, however,

remained unhurt, and he continued, by shouts, to urge his men forward to

the attack. It was evident that his followers derived great

encouragement from his words and actions, and that to put him _hors de

combat_ would practically be to win the battle; therefore, leaving my

now empty rifle leaning against the rock behind which I had been

crouching, I drew my cutlass and advanced to meet the fellow, determined

to personally tackle him and put him out of action without loss of time.

He was a sufficiently formidable antagonist, it must be admitted; two

inches taller than myself, broad in proportion, with an enormously

massive chest and shoulders, and great muscles that stood out like

cables under the skin of his bare arms. His features were typically

Tartar, and his small eyes blazed with ferocity as, waving his sword

above his head, he advanced with a shout of defiance to meet me.

Meanwhile Bowata and his followers poured in still another flight of

arrows, and then, flinging down their bows, they gripped their

formidable war clubs and, uttering weird yells, charged across the sand

and fell upon the Chinamen as they emerged from the water.

I quite anticipated that the fight between the leader and myself would

be a long and exceedingly tough one; but, to my amazement, it was begun

and finished in a breath. The man came charging upon me with uplifted

sword, his evident intention being to make a cut at my head that should

finish me out of hand. And indeed he very nearly accomplished his

purpose; for as I raised my cutlass to guard my head his blade descended

upon it with terrific force--and shore my weapon clean in two, and if I

had not at the same moment stepped nimbly aside I should assuredly have

been cloven to the eyes. As it was, the descending weapon missed me by

a hair-breadth, shearing a large hole in the sleeve of my shirt but not

touching the skin. Scarcely realising what I was about, but acting upon

instinct or the impulse of the moment, I suppose, before my antagonist

could again raise his weapon I violently thrust my severed blade into

his face, and as he staggered back with the force of the blow I whipped

out my revolver and shot him through the head. That ended the fight;

for as the man fell dead at my feet a shout of mingled horror and

consternation arose from those Chinese who happened to witness the

incident, and who thereupon incontinently turned and fled to their

boats, an example immediately followed by their comrades, hotly pursued

by the blacks, who plied their war clubs with terrible effect.

It was a disastrous adventure for the Chinamen; for of the total number

engaged--which I estimated to be between thirty and forty--only eleven

escaped, for I counted them. On the other hand, the casualties on our

side were remarkably small, numbering only seven wounded, the wounds

consisting entirely of sword cuts, none of which was serious. Of those

seven Bowata happened to be one, his wound consisting of a sword thrust

through the upper part of the left arm. I therefore took him and his

six companions in misfortune up to the house to dress their wounds,

leaving the remainder of the party on the beach to collect the weapons

and their spent arrows, and to clear up generally.

My surgical duties occupied about an hour and a half; and when all my

patients had been attended to I sent them with Billy down to the cove,

to be ferried across in the sailing boat to Cliff Island, where no doubt

their own people would look after them. Then, remembering that there

were wounded Chinamen among those abandoned upon the beach, I started

down to see what could be done for them; for although a party of wounded

and no doubt treacherous and vindictive Chinks would be a most

embarrassing charge to have on my hands, common humanity demanded that

they should not be left to perish miserably where they had fallen.

Before, however, I had covered half the distance between the bungalow

and the beach I met the remaining blacks marching triumphantly up the

hill, singing a song of victory, and carrying not only their own

recovered weapons but also several swords that they had taken from the

fallen enemy. They also brought the rifle that I had left on the beach,

and the sword, scabbard, and belt of the Chinese leader, which they

solemnly handed over to me as the victor. Seeing that they had

evidently been busy among the fallen I asked whether there were many

wounded among the latter, to which the man whom I was questioning

replied: No, they were all dead! pointing significantly to his blood-

smeared war club by way of explanation.

Well, it may perhaps seem inhuman to say it, but I was not altogether

sorry. The men were undoubtedly pirates, if not by profession, pirates

at least when opportunity seemed to be favourable. They had attacked me

deliberately and without provocation, and, but for the help of the

blacks, Billy and I would unquestionably have been "wiped out". Ten or

a dozen of such men, wounded, would have been a terribly embarrassing

charge for me to have assumed; and it would have been still more

embarrassing to have had them about the place when they were again hale

and strong. No; taking everything into consideration I was not

altogether sorry that they had been put beyond the possibility of

perpetrating further mischief.

Meanwhile, what had become of the junk? I had looked for her just

before leaving the bungalow on my way back to the beach, and had sighted

her, some six miles off, in the south-eastern quarter, heading to the

southward, close-hauled, by which I judged that no further trouble need

be looked for from her.

But there were the dead on the beach to be disposed of, without loss of

time. How could this disposal be best effected? I considered the

matter, and presently hit upon a plan. The Chinese, in their

precipitate flight, had abandoned two of their boats, namely the small

one and one of the bigger ones. Those two would be sufficient to

contain the whole of the dead; and, having now decided upon my mode of

procedure, I led my little band of black warriors back to the beach and,

with their assistance, transferred the dead Chinamen to the two

abandoned boats. We had barely completed this gruesome task when Billy

returned with the sailing boat, whereupon I boarded her, sailed her

round from the cove to the east beach, took the Chinese boats in tow,

and anchored them for the night under the lee of the northern extremity

of Eden. The next day I again took the boats in tow and, with a party

of eight natives to help me, towed them to the beach of North Island,

where we buried the dead Chinamen. The smaller of the two boats I then

presented to Bowata, in recognition of the assistance he had rendered me

in repelling the attack by the Chinese, while the bigger one I kept, for

the sake of her materials, which would be valuable to me in the

completion of the cutter. It was while clearing up and putting matters

generally straight after the Chinamen's unwelcome visit that the sword

of the leader again came under my notice and, impelled by curiosity, I

drew the weapon from its sheath and subjected it to a somewhat critical

examination; for if that should prove satisfactory I intended to make

use of it in future in place of the cutlass, the blade of which it had

shorn through with such perfect ease. I found it to be somewhat heavier

than the cutlass, the blade being considerably thicker than that of the

other weapon, though not quite so wide; it was, however, perfectly

balanced and I was able to wield it with the utmost ease, while it was

literally as keen-edged as a razor; and so exquisite was its temper that

there was no sign of a notch or indentation of any description on its

edge along its entire length, from point to hilt. I returned it to its

sheath with much satisfaction, feeling that I had effected a most

profitable exchange.

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