"But why should we leave them without a boat, Mesty?" for Jack thought of the sharks, and the probability of the men attempting to swim off.

"I tell you, sar, this night they get drunk, to-morrow they get drunk again, but drunken men never keep quiet,---suppose one man say to others, 'Let's go board and kill officer, and then we do as we please,' they all say yes, and they all come and do it. No, sar-must have boat-if not for your sake, I must hab it, save my own life anyhow, for they hate me and kill me first; by de powers, stop a little."

Jack felt the truth of Mesty's observation; he went aft with him, lowered down the small boat, and they hauled it alongside. Jack went down with Mesty into the cabin and fetched his pistols. "And the Spaniard, Mesty, can we leave him on board alone?"

"Yes, sar, he no got arms, and he see dat me have-but suppose he find arms he never dare do anything-I know de man."

Our hero and Mesty went into the boat and shoved off, pulling gently on sh.o.r.e; the men were in a state of intoxication, so as not to be able to move, much less hear. They cast off the cutter, towed her on board, and made her fast with the other boat astern.

"Now, sar, we may go to bed; to-morrow morning you will see." "They have everything they require on sh.o.r.e,' replied Easy, "all they could want with the cutter would be to molest us."

"Stop a little," replied Mesty. Jack and Mesty went to bed, and as a precaution against the Spaniard, which was hardly necessary, Mesty locked the cabin door but Mesty never forgot anything.

Jack slept little that night-had melancholy forebodings which he could not shake off; indeed, Jack had reflected so much since he had left the ship, he had had his eyes so much opened, and had felt what a responsibility he had taken by indulging himself in a whim of the moment, that it might be almost said, that in the course of one fortnight he had at once from a boy sprung up into a man. He was mortified and angry, but he was chiefly so with himself.

Mesty was up at daylight, and Jack soon followed him: they watched the party on sh.o.r.e, who had not yet left the tent. At last, just as Jack had finished his breakfast, one or two made their appearance; the men looked about them as if they were searching for something, and then walked down to the beach, to where the boat had been made fast. Jack looked at Mesty, who grinned, and answered with the words so often repeated- "Stop a little."

The men then walked along the rocks until they were abreast of the ship.

"Ship ahoy!"

"Halloo," replied Mesty.

"Bring the boat ash.o.r.e directly, with a beaker of water."

"I knew dat," cried Mesty, rubbing his hands with delight. "Ma.s.sa Easy, you must tell them No."

"But why should I not give them water, Mesty?"

"Because, sar, den they take boat."

"Very true," replied Easy.

"Do you hear on board?" cried the c.o.xswain, who was the man who hailed-"send the boat immediately, or we'll cut the throats of every mother's son of you, by G.o.d!"

"I shall not send the boat," replied Jack, who now thought Mesty was right.

"You won't-won't you?-then your doom's sealed," replied the man, walking up to the tent with the other. In a short time all the seamen turned out of the tent, bringing with them four muskets, which they had taken on sh.o.r.e with them.

"Good heavens! they are not, surely, going to fire at us, Mesty." "Stop a little." The men then came down abreast of the ship, and the c.o.xswain again hailed, and asked if they would bring the boat on sh.o.r.e.

"You must say, No, sar," replied Mesty. "I feel I must," replied Jack; and then he answered the c.o.xswain, "No." The plan of the mutineers had been foreseen by the wily negro-it was to swim off to the boats which were riding astern, and to fire at him or Jack, if they attempted to haul them up alongside and defend them. To get into the boats, especially the smaller one, from out of the water was easy enough. Some of the men examined their priming and held the muskets at their hips all ready, with the muzzles towards the ship, while the c.o.xswain and two men were throwing off their clothes.

"Stop, for G.o.d's sake, stop!" cried Jack. "The harbour is full of ground sharks,-it is, upon my soul!"

"Do you think to frighten us with ground sharks?" replied the c.o.xswain; "keep under cover, my lad; Jack, give him a shot to prove we are in earnest, and every time he or that n.i.g.g.e.r show their heads, give them another, my lads."

"For Cod's sake, don't attempt to swim," said Jack, in an agony; "I will try some means to give you water."

"Too late now-you're doomed"; and the c.o.xswain sprang off the rock into the sea, and was followed by two other men: at the same moment a musket was discharged, and the bullet whistled close to our hero's ear.

Mesty dragged Jack from the gangway, who was nearly fainting from agonising feelings. He sank on the deck for a moment, and then sprang up and ran to the port to look at the men in the water. He was just in time to see the c.o.xswain raise himself with a loud yell out of the sea, and then disappear in a vortex, which was crimsoned with his blood.

Mesty threw down his musket in his hand, of which he had several already loaded, in case the men should have gained the boats.

"By the powers, dat no use now!" Jack had covered his face with his hands. But the tragedy was not complete: the other men, who were in the water, had immediately turned and made for the sh.o.r.e; but before they could reach it, two more of these voracious monsters, attracted by the blood of the c.o.xswain, had flown to the spot, and there was a contention for the fragments of their bodies.

Mesty, who had seen this catastrophe, turned towards our hero, who still hid his face. "I'm glad he no see dat, anyhow," muttered Mesty. "See what!" exclaimed Jack. "Shark eat em all." "Oh, horrid! horrid!" groaned our hero. "Yes, sar, very horrid,' replied Mesty, "and dat bullet at your head very horrid. Suppose the sharks no take them, what then? They kill us and the sharks have our body. I think that more horrid still."

"Mesty," replied Jack, seizing the negro convulsively by the arm, 'it was not the sharks-it was I,-I who have murdered these men."

Mesty looked at Jack with surprise. "How dat possible?" "If I had not disobeyed orders," replied our hero, panting for breath, "if I had not shown them the example of disobedience, this would not have happened. How could I expect submission from them? It's all my fault-I see it now-and, 0 G.o.d! when will the sight be blotted from my memory?"

"Ma.s.sa Easy, I not understand that," replied Mesty: "I think you talk foolish-might as well say, suppose Ashantee men not make war, this not happen; for suppose Ashantee not make war, I not slave, I not run away,--I not come board Harpy-I not go in boat with you-I not hinder men from getting drunk-and dat why they make mutiny-and the mutiny why the shark take urn?"

Jack made no reply, but he felt some consolation from the counter argument of the negro.

The dreadful death of the three mutineers appeared to have had a sensible effect upon their companions, who walked away from the beach with their heads down and with measured steps. They were now seen to be perambulating the island, probably in search of that water which they required. At noon, they returned to their tent, and soon afterwards were in a state of intoxication, hallooing and shouting as the day before. Towards the evening they came down to the beach abreast of the ship, each with a vessel in their hands, and perceiving that they had attracted the notice of our hero and Mesty, tossed the contents of the vessels up in the air to show that they had found water, and hooting and deriding, went back, dancing, leaping, and kicking up their heels, to renew their orgies, which continued till after midnight, when they were all stupefied as before.

The next day Jack had recovered from the first shock which the catastrophe had given him, and he called Mesty into the cabin to hold a consultation.

"Mesty, how is this to end?" "How you mean, sar?-end here, or end on board of the Harpy?" "The Harpy,-there appears little chance of our seeing her again-we are on a desolate island, or what is the same thing; but we will hope that it will be so: but how is this mutiny to end?"

"Ma.s.sa Easy, suppose I please, I make it end very soon, but I not in a hurry." "How do you mean, Mesty, not in a hurry?" "Look, Ma.s.sa Easy; you wish take a cruise, and I wish the same ting: now because mutiny you want to go back-but by all de powers, you tink that I, a prince in my own country, feel wish to go back and boil kettle for de young gentlemen. No, Ma.s.sa Easy, gib me mutiny gib me anyting-but-once I was prince," replied Mesty, lowering his voice at the last few emphatic words.

"You must one of these days tell me your history," replied Jack; "but just now let us argue the point in question. How could you put an end to this mutiny?"

"By putting an end to all wine. Suppose I go sh.o.r.e after they all drunk, I spile the casks in three or four places, and in the morning all wine gone-den dey ab get sober, and beg pardon-we take dem on board, put away all arms, 'cept yours and mine, and I like to see the mutiny after dat. Blood and 'ounds-but I settle um, anyhow."

"The idea is very good, Mesty,-why should we not do so?" "Because I not like run de risk to go ash.o.r.e-all for what? to go back, boil de kettle for all gentlemans-I very happy here, Ma.s.sa," replied Mesty, carelessly.

"And I am very miserable," replied Jack; "but, however, I am completely in your power, Mesty, and I must, I suppose, submit."

"What you say, Ma.s.sa Easy-submit to me?-no sar, when you are on board Harpy as officer, you talk with me as friend, and not treat me as negro servant. Ma.s.sa Easy, I feel-I feel what I am," continued Mesty, striking his bosom, "I feel it here-for all first time since I leave my country, I feel that I am someting; but, Ma.s.sa Easy, I love my friend as much as I hate my enemy-and you nebber submit to me-I too proud to allow dat, 'cause, Ma.s.sa Easy-I am a man-and once, I was a prince."

Although Mesty did not perhaps explain by words half so well as he did by his countenance the full tide of feeling which was overflowing in his heart, Jack fully understood and felt it. He extended his hand to Mesty, and said- "Mesty-that you have been a prince, I care little about, although I doubt it not, because you are incapable of a lie; but you are a man, and I respect you, nay, I love you as a friend-and with my will we never part again."

Mesty took the hand offered by Jack. It was the first peace offering ever extended to him since he had been torn away from his native land-the first compliment, the first tribute, the first acknowledgment, perhaps, that he was not an inferior being; he pressed it in silence, for he could not speak; but could the feelings which were suffocating the negro but have been laid before sceptics, they must have acknowledged that at that moment they were all and only such as could do honour, not only to the prince, but even to the Christian. So much was Mesty affected with what had happened, that when he dropped the hand of our hero, he went down into the cabin, finding it impossible to continue the conversation, which was not renewed until the next morning.

"What is your opinion, Mesty? Tell me, and I will be governed by it." "Den, sar, I tell you I tink it right that they first come and ask to come on board before you take them-and, sar, I tink it also right as we are but two and they are five, dat dey first eat all their provisions. Let 'em starve plenty, and den dey come on board tame enough."

"At all events," replied Jack, "the first overtures of some kind or another must come from them. I wish I had something to do-I do not much like this cooping up on board ship."

"Ma.s.sa, why you no talk with Pedro?" "Because I cannot speak Spanish." "I know dat, and dat why I ask de question. You very sorry when you meet the two pretty women in the ship, you not able to talk with them, I guess that."

"I was very sorry, I grant," replied Jack. "Well, Ma.s.sa Easy, by and bye we see more Spanish girl. Why not talk all day with Pedro, and den you able to talk with dem."

"Upon my word, Mesty, I never had an idea of your value. I will learn all the Spanish that I can,' replied Jack, who was glad to have employment found for him, and was quite disgusted with the articles of war.

As for the men on sh.o.r.e, they continued the same course as before, one day succeeded another, and without variety. It was, however, to be observed that the fire was now seldomer lighted, which proved their fuel scarce, and the weather was not so warm as it had been, for it was now October. Jack learnt Spanish from Pedro for a month, during which there was no appearance of submission on the part of the mutineers, who, for the first fortnight, when intoxicated, used to come down and fire at Jack or Mesty when they made their appearance. Fortunately drunken men are not good marksmen; but latterly this had been discontinued, because they had expended their ammunition, and they appeared to have almost forgotten that the ship was there, for they took no notice of her whatever.

On the other hand, Jack had decided that if he waited there a year the overtures should come from them who had mutinied; and now, having an occupation, he pa.s.sed his time very quietly, and the days flew so fast that two months had actually been run off the calendar before he had an idea of it.

One evening as they were down in the cabin, for the evenings had now become very cold, Jack asked Mesty whether he had any objection to give him a history of his life. Mesty replied that if he wished he was ready to talk, and at a nod from our hero Mesty commenced as follows.

CHAPTER XV.

In which mutiny, like fire, is quenched for want of fuel and no want of water.

ALTHOUGH WE have made the African negro hitherto talk in his own mixed jargon, yet, as we consider that, in a long narration, it will be tedious to the reader, we shall now translate the narrative part into good English, merely leaving the conversation with which it may be broken, in its peculiar dialect.

"The first thing I recollect," said Mesty, "is, that I was carried on the shoulders of a man with my legs hanging down before, and holding on by his head.

"Everyone used to look at me and get out of the way, as I rode through the town and market-place, so loaded with heavy gold ornaments that I could not bear them, and was glad when the women took them off; but as I grew older I became proud of them, because I knew that I was the son of a king. I lived happy. I did nothing but shoot my arrows, and I had a little sword which I was taught to handle, and the great captains who were about my father showed me how to kill my enemies. Sometimes I laid under the shady trees, sometimes I was with the women belonging to my father; sometimes I was with him and played with the skulls, and repeated the names of those to whom they had belonged, for in our country, when we kill our enemies, we keep their skulls as trophies.

"As I grew older, I did as I pleased; I beat the women and the slaves; I think I killed some of the latter-I know I did one, to try whether I could strike well with my two-handed sword made of hard and heavy wood,-but that is nothing in our country. I longed to be a great captain, and I thought of nothing else but war and fighting, and how many skulls I should have in my possession when I had a house and wives of my own, and I was no longer a boy. I went out in the woods to hunt, and I stayed for weeks. And one day I saw a panther basking in the sun, waving his graceful tail. I crept up softly till I was behind a rock within three yards of it, and drawing my arrow to the head, I pierced him through the body. The animal bounded up in the air, saw me, roared and made a spring, but I dropped behind the rock, and he pa.s.sed over me. He turned again to me, but I had my knife ready, and, as he fixed his talons into my shoulder and breast, I pierced him to the heart. This was the happiest day of my life; I had killed a panther without a.s.sistance, and I had the wounds to show. Although I was severely hurt, I thought nothing of it. I took off the skin as my blood dropped down and mixed with that of the beast-but I rejoiced in it. Proudly did I go into the town dripping with gore and smarting with pain. Everyone extolled the feat, called me a hero and a great captain. I filed my teeth, and I became a man.

"From that day I ranked among the warriors, and, as soon as my wounds were healed, I went out to battle. In three fights I had gained five skulls, and when I returned they weighed me out gold. I then had a house and wives, and my father appointed me a Caboceer. I wore the plume of eagle and ostrich feathers, my dress was covered with fetishes, I pulled on the boots with bells, and with my bow and arrows slung on my back, my spear and blunderbuss, my knives and my double-handed sword, I led the men to battle and brought back skulls and slaves. Everyone trembled at my name, and, if my father threatened to send me out, gold-dust covered the floor of his hall of council-Now, I boil the kettle for the young gentlemen!

"There was one man I liked. He was not a warrior, or I should have hated him, but he was brought up with me in my father's house, and was a near relative. I was grave and full of pride, he was gay and fond of music; and although there was no music to me equal to the tom-tom, yet I did not always wish for excitement. I often was melancholy, and then I liked to lay my head in the lap of one of my wives, under the shady forest behind my house, and listen to his soft music. At last he went to a town near us where his father lived, and as he departed I gave him gold-dust. He had been sent to my father to be formed into a warrior, but he had no strength of body, and he had no soul; still I loved him, because he was not like myself. There was a girl in the town who was beautiful; many asked for her as their wife, but her father had long promised her to my friend; he refused even the greatest warrior of the place, who went away in wrath to the fetishman, and throwing him his gold armlets asked for a fetish against his rival. It was given, and two days before he was to be married my friend died. His mother came to me, and it was enough. I put on my war dress, I seized my weapons, sat for a whole day with my skulls before me, working up my revenge, called out my men, and that night set off for the town where the warrior resided, killed two of his relatives and carried off ten of his slaves. When he heard what I had done, he trembled and sent gold; but I knew that he had taken the girl home as his wife, and I would not listen to the old man who sought to pacify me. Again I collected a larger force and attacked him in the night: we fought, for he was prepared with his men, but after a struggle he was beaten back. I fired his house, wasted his provision ground, and taking away more slaves, I returned home with my men, intending soon to a.s.sault him again. The next day there came more messengers, who knelt in vain; so they went to my father, and many warriors begged him to interfere. My father sent for me, but I would not listen; the warriors spoke, and I turned my back: my father was wroth and threatened, the warriors brandished their two-handed swords-they dared to do it; I looked over my shoulder with contempt, and I returned to my house. I took down my skulls, and I planned. It was evening, and I was alone, when a woman covered up to the eyes approached; she fell down before me as she exposed her face.

"I am the girl who was promised to your relation, and I am now the wife of your enemy. I shall be a mother. I could not love your relation, for he was no warrior. It is not true that my husband asked for a fetish-it was I who bought it, for I would not wed him. Kill me and be satisfied.

"She was very beautiful, and I wondered not that my enemy loved her-and she was with child-it was his child, and she had fetished my friend to death. I raised my sword to strike, and she did not shrink: it saved her life. 'Thou art fit to be the mother of warriors,' said I, as I dropped my sword, 'and thou shalt be my wife, but first his child shall be born, and I will have thy husband's skull.'

" 'No, no,' replied she, 'I will be the mother of no warriors but by my present husband, whom I love; if you keep me as your slave I will die.'

"I told her she said foolish things, and sent her to the women's apartment, with orders to be watched-but she hardly had been locked up before she drew her knife, plunged it into her heart, and died.

"When the king my father heard this he sent me a message-'Be satisfied with the blood that has been shed, it is enough'; but I turned away, for I wished for mine enemy's skull. That night I attacked him again, and met him hand to hand; I killed him, and carried home his skull, and I was appeased.

"But all the great warriors were wroth, and my father could not restrain them. They called out their men, and I called out my men, and I had a large body, for my name was terrible. But the force raised against me was twice that of mine, and I retreated to the bush-after awhile we met and fought, and I killed many, but my men were too few, and were overpowered-the fetish had been sent o6t against me, and their hearts melted; at last I sank down with my wounds, for I bled at every pore, and I told my men who were about me to take off my feathers, and my dress and boots, that my enemies might not have my skull: they did so, and I crawled into the bush to die. But I was not to die; I was recovering, when I was discovered by those who steal men to 'sell them: I was bound, and fastened to a chain with many more. I, a prince and a warrior, who could show the white skulls of his enemies-I offered to procure gold, but they derided me; they dragged me down to the coast, and sold me to the Whites. Little did I think, in my pride, that I should be a slave. I knew that I was to die, and hoped to die in battle: my skull would have been more prized than all the gold in the earth, and my skin would have been stuffed and hung up in a fetish-house-instead of which, I now boil the kettle for the young gentlemen!"

"Well," replied Jack, "that's better than being killed and stuffed." "Mayhap it is," replied Mesty, "I tink very different now dan I tink den-but still, it women's work and not suit me. "They put me with others into a cave until the ship came, and then we were sent on board, put in irons, and down in the hold, where you could not sit upright-I wanted to die, but could not: others died every day, but I lived-I was landed in America, all bone, and I fetched very little money-they laughed at me, as they bid their dollars: at last a man took me away, and I was on a plantation with hundreds more, but too ill to work, and not intending to work. The other slaves asked me if I was a fetish man; I said yes, and I would fetish any man that I did not like: one man laughed, and I held up my finger; I was too weak to get up, for my blood had long boiled with fever, and I said to him 'you shall die'; for I meant to have killed him as soon as I was well. He went away, and in three days he was dead. I don't know how, but all the slaves feared me, and my master feared me, for he had seen the man die, and he, although he was a white man, believed in fetish, and he wished to sell me again, but no one would buy a fetish man, so he made friends with me; for I told him if I was beat he should die, and he believed me. He took me into his house, and I was his chief man, and I would not let the other slaves steal and he was content. He took me with him to New York, and there, after two years, when I had learnt English, I ran away, and got on board of an English ship-and they told me to cook. I left the ship as soon as I came to England, and offered myself to another, and they said they did not want a cook; and I went to another, and they asked me if I was a good cook: everybody seemed to think that a black man must be a cook, and nothing else. At last I starve, and I go on board a man-of-war, and here I am, after having been a warrior and a prince, cook, steward and everything else, boiling kettle for de young gentlemen."

"Well," replied Jack, "at all events that is better than being a slave." Mesty made no reply: anyone who knows the life of a midshipman's servant will not be surprised at his silence.

"Now, tell me, do you think you were right in being so revengeful, when you were in your own country?" inquired Jack.

"I tink so den, Ma.s.sa Easy; sometimes when my blood boil, I tink so now-oder time, I no know what to tink-but when a man love very much, he hate very much."

"But you are now a Christian, Mesty." "I hear all that your people say," replied the negro, "and it make me tink-I no longer believe in fetish, anyhow."

"Our religion tells us to love our enemies." "Yes, I heard parson say dat-but den what we do with our friends, Ma.s.sa Easy?" "Love them too." "I no understand dat, Ma.s.sa Easy-I love you, because you good, and treat me well-Mr Vigors, he bully, and treat me ill-how possible to love him? By de power, I hate him, and wish I had him skull. You tink little Ma.s.sa Cossett love him?"

"No," replied Jack, laughing, "I'm afraid that he would like to have his skull as well as you, Mesty-but at all events we must try and forgive those who injure us."

"Then, Ma.s.sa Easy, I tink so too-too much revenge very bad-it very easy to hate, but not very easy to forgive-so I tink that if a man forgive, he hab more soul in him. he more of a man."

"After all," thought Jack, "Mesty is about as good a Christian as most people." "What that?" cried Mesty, looking out of the cabin window-"Ah! d-n drunken dogs-they set fire to tent."

Jack looked, and perceived that the tent on sh.o.r.e was in flames. "I tink these cold nights cool their courage, anyhow," observed-"Ma.s.sa Easy, you see they soon ask permission to come on board."

Jack thought so too, and was most anxious to be off; for, on looking into the lockers in the state-room, he had found a chart of the Mediterranean, which he had studied very attentively-he had found out the rock of Gibraltar, and had traced the Harpy's course up to Cape de Catte, and thence to Tarragona-and, after a while, had summoned Mesty to a cabinet council.

"See, Mesty," said Jack, "I begin to make it out, here is Gibraltar, and Cape de Catte, and Tarragona-it was hereabout we were when we took the ship, and, if you recollect, we had pa.s.sed Cape de Gatte two days before we were blown off from the land, so that we had gone about twelve inches, and had only four more to go."

"Yes, Ma.s.sa Easy, I see all dat.' "Well, then, we were blown off sh.o.r.e by the wind, and must of course have come down this way; and here you see are three little islands, called Zaffarine Islands, and with no names of towns upon them, and therefore uninhabited; and you see they lie just like the islands we are anch.o.r.ed among now-we must be at the Zaffarine Islands-and only six inches from Gibraltar."

"I see, Ma.s.sa Easy, dat all right-but six debbelish long inches." "Now, Mesty, you know the compa.s.s on deck has a flourishing thing for the north point-and here is a compa.s.s with a north point also. Now the north point from the Zaffarine Islands leads out to the Spanish coast again, and Gibraltar lies five or six points of the compa.s.s to this side of it-if we steer that way we shall get to Gibraltar."

"All right, Ma.s.sa Easy," replied Mesty, and Jack was right, with the exception of the variation, which he knew nothing about.

To make sure, Jack brought one of the compa.s.ses down from deck, and compared them. He then lifted off the gla.s.s, counted the points of the compa.s.s to the westward, and marked the corresponding one on the binnacle compa.s.s with his pen.

"There," said he, "that is the way to Gibraltar, and as soon as the mutiny is quelled, and the wind is fair, I'll be off."

CHAPTER XVI.

In which Jack's cruise is ended, and he regains the Harpy.

A FEW more days pa.s.sed, and, as was expected, the mutineers could hold out no longer. In the first place, they had put in the spile of the second cask of wine so loosely when they were tipsy that it dropped out, and all the wine ran out, so that there had been none left for three or four days; in the next their fuel had long been expended, and they had latterly eaten their meat raw: the loss of their tent, which had been fired by their carelessness, had been followed by four days and nights of continual rain. Everything they had had been soaked through and through, and they were worn out, shivering with cold, and starving. Hanging they thought better than dying by inches from starvation; and yielding to the imperious demands of hunger, they came down to the beach, abreast of the ship, and dropped down on their knees.

"I tell you so, Ma.s.sa Easy," said Mesty: "d-n rascals, they forget they come down fire musket at us every day: by all de powers, Mesty not forget it."

"Ship ahoy!" cried one of the men on sh.o.r.e. "What do you want?" replied Jack. "Have pity on us, sir-mercy!" exclaimed the other men, "we will return to our duty." "Debble doubt 'em!" "What shall I say, Mesty?" "Tell 'em no, first, Ma.s.sa Easy-tell 'em to starve and be d---d." "I cannot take mutineers on board," replied Jack. 'Well, then, our blood be on your hands, Mr Easy," replied the first man who had spoken. "If we are to die, it must not be by inches-if you will not take us, the sharks shall-it is but a crunch, and all is over. W-hat do you say, my lads? let's all rush in together: good-bye, Mr Easy, I hope you'll forgive us when we're dead: it was all that rascal Johnson, the c.o.xswain, who persuaded us. Come, my lads, it's no use thinking of it, the sooner done the better-let us shake hands, and then make one run of it."

It appeared that the poor fellows had already made up their minds to do this, if our hero, persuaded by Mesty, had refused to take them on board; they shook hands all round, and then walking a few yards from the beach, stood in a line while the man gave the signal-one-two- "Stop," cried Jack, who had not forgotten the dreadful scene which had already taken place,-'stop."

The men paused. "What will you promise if I take you on board?" "To do our duty cheerfully till we join the ship, and then be hung as an example to all mutineers,' replied the men. "Dat very fair," replied Mesty; "take dem at their word, Ma.s.sa Easy." "Very well," replied Jack, "I accept your conditions; and we will come for you."

Jack and Mesty hauled up the boat, stuck their pistols in their belts, and pulled to the sh.o.r.e. The men, as they stepped in, touched their hats respectfully to our hero, but said nothing. On their arrival on board, Jack read that part of the articles of war relative to mutiny, by which the men were reminded of the very satisfactory fact, "that they were to suffer death"; and then made a speech which, to men who were starving, appeared to be interminable. However, there is an end to everything in this world, and so there was to Jack's harangue; after which Mesty gave them some biscuit, which they devoured in thankfulness, until they could get something better. The next morning the wind was fair, they weighed their kedge with some difficulty, and ran out of the harbour: the men appeared very contrite, worked well, but in silence, for they had no very pleasant antic.i.p.ations; but hope always remains with us; and each of the men, although he had no doubt but that the others would be hung, hoped that he would escape with a sound flogging. The wind, however, did not allow them to steer their course long; before night it was contrary, and they fell off three points to the northward. "However," as Jack observed, "at all events we shall make the Spanish coast, and then we must run down it to Gibraltar: I don't care-I understand navigation much better than I did." The next morning they found themselves with a very light breeze, under a high cape, and, as the sun rose, they observed a large vessel in-sh.o.r.e, about two miles to the westward of them, and another outside, about four miles off. Mesty took the gla.s.s and examined the one outside, which, on a sudden, had let fall all her canvas, and was now running for the sh.o.r.e, steering for the cape under which Jack's vessel lay. Mesty put down the gla.s.s.