"Ain't looked," said a faint voice from under the men's legs. "They chucked me over, and I'm afeard I've squashed poor Mr Russell, for I come right down upon him."

"Then n.o.body's missing," cried Mark, joyously. "Look here, my lads; oars out--pull! pull!"

The men obeyed as vigorously as they could, rowing back toward the schooner, but slowly, for the tide was running sharply still, and the fight was hard.

"What yer going to do, sir?" said Tom Fillot, in a low tone.

"Do?" cried Mark, excitedly, for his blood was regularly up; "why, have another try, of course."

"Well done us!" said d.i.c.k Bannock, thickly. "I'm ready. We ain't beat."

"No good, sir," growled Tom Fillot, in a low, deep voice. "We ain't beat, but we can't do it, sir, for want o' strength."

"What?" cried Mark, who was determined upon his mad project--mad now in the face of so many difficulties. "There isn't a man here who will not follow me, and I'm sure you won't turn tail, Tom Fillot."

"Not me, sir," said the man; "you're orficer, and where you goes I follows. It's hard lines to let go of a prize like that. Lay her close alongside, sir?"

"Yes, of course," cried Mark, standing up as they began to near the schooner once more. "Why, there's something the matter on board-- they're fighting--they're killing the blacks. Here, pull, men, pull.

Quick! Don't you see? The blacks have got loose, and are fighting for their liberty; pull!"

The men forgot their pains and weakness once more as a fierce yelling, shouting, and shrieking arose from the deck of the schooner. Then shots were fired, and as the boat approached, now un.o.bserved, they could see that the crew were driving back quite a little crowd of naked blacks, who seemed helpless before the attack of the armed men, but still in their desperation they gave way slowly, uttering fierce cries of rage and despair.

It was all plain in the bright moonlight which flooded the scene, and Mark could see the slaver captain making a rush here and a rush there, and at each effort he struck down some poor wretch with a heavy bludgeon he wielded with terrible force.

Then, as the boat glided in close under the stern, all this was shut out, but the noise increased.

"Now, my lads!" whispered Mark, "we shall take 'em between two fires.

As soon as the blacks see us come they'll fight like fury, and we shall win. Do you see, Tom Fillot?"

"See, sir? yes. It's all right. We'll have 'em yet. I'll make fast to the main chains, and then up we go. But don't give the word till I'm ready, sir. I can fight now."

The preparations took almost less time than the talking, and then, freshly nerved by the exciting scene on deck, Mark Vandean and his men climbed on board to collect for a rush, just as the blacks were making a desperate stand. There in the front were two of the stoutest armed with capstan bars, and as the crew of the boat were about to dash forward, these two blacks yelled together and charged at the schooner's men, striking out so savagely that two of their adversaries went down, and the next they attacked shrank back.

"Stand aside!" roared the slaver skipper, raising a pistol, but it was not fired, for as the two blacks whirled their bars about and fought on, Mark gave a cheer, his men followed suit, and, taking the schooner's crew in the rear, they were scattered at the first charge.

What followed was a series of furious, short hand-to-hand conflicts, men being driven in among the blacks, who came on now wild with excitement.

They seized their enemies and, in spite of their struggles, hurled them overboard to swim for the sh.o.r.e, till only the skipper was left, and he was being hunted from place of vantage to place of vantage, till he made a dash and ran down into the cabin. But the biggest of the blacks, one of the two armed with capstan bars, rushed down after him, followed by his brave companion, and the next minute there was the sound of a plunge, evidently from the cabin window.

Mark and Tom Fillot rushed to the stern together, and looked over.

"Have they killed him?" said the midshipman, hoa.r.s.ely.

"No, sir; he's swimming like a seal--the warmint. He'll reach the sh.o.r.e. But hadn't you better get us together, sir? The n.i.g.g.e.rs may have a turn at us now. P'r'aps they don't know we're friends."

"Oh yes they do, Tom; they must have seen how we fought for them." But all the same the lad gave a long piercing whistle, and his men cl.u.s.tered about him, ready for the blacks, who were now coming aft in a body.

"It means another fight, sir," whispered Tom. "Can't anybody say in n.i.g.g.e.r lingo as we're friends?"

"Yes, friends; all friends," cried a harsh voice, as the great, perfectly nude, black sprang up out of the hatchway, and threw down his heavy wooden bar, an example followed by the other, while, as the moon now shone full upon their convulsed and excited faces, Tom Fillot burst into a roar of laughter, rushed forward, and slapped first one and then the other on the bare shoulder, yelling out,--

"Here's a game, mates; why, it's old Soup and Taters. Why, my black-mugged messmates, we thought you was both on you drowned. What's become of your _tog-a-ree_?"

The blacks' faces relaxed into a broad smile, as, led by Mark, the men crowded round to shake hands warmly, while the crowd of slaves set up a peculiar cry, and danced about them, waving their arms, ending by going down upon their knees about Mark and laying their foreheads on the deck, while the women in the background set up a strangely wild wail.

"Then you two escaped," cried Mark, as soon as the excitement had subsided a little; and the big black tried to explain, but could only get out the words, "All right, messmate," and then spoke volubly in his own tongue.

"Never mind, sir; they did get off," cried Tom Fillot. "They must have been chucked below along with the rest, and then kep' prisoners."

"And a good job for us, Tom," said Mark.

"Ay, ay, sir, and no mistake, for we couldn't have took the schooner again without them."

"There, silence!" cried Mark. "These men must keep the blacks in order, while you, my lads, get the arms together. We must have a strong watch kept. The scoundrels may try to retake the schooner."

"They'd better, sir," growled Tom, who was in the act of restoring his cutla.s.s to its sheath. "I didn't use this," he muttered, "but if they came again I'm sorry for the chap as. .h.i.ts at me."

The watch was set, and when Mark could extricate himself from the crowd of blacks who pressed about him, he looked round for Soup and Taters, even going so far as to ask for them, rather unwillingly, by these names, but they were missing.

He forgot all about them directly in the business and excitement which followed, for there was much to be done. One of his first tasks was to have the schooner's boat run up to the davits, and Mr Russell carefully lifted out, and borne down into the Yankee skipper's comfortable cabin.

Then he found out more and more how mult.i.tudinous are the demands made upon an officer. In this case he had to play the part of surgeon as well, for many of the blacks were, like his own men, suffering from contusions, though fortunately no one seemed to be seriously injured; and the brilliant moonlight was a great aid in his endeavour to restore something like order on board.

"I want those two fellows," cried Mark at last, angrily; "they could be of so much use in managing the blacks."

"Here they are, sir," cried one of the men. "They've been below."

"What have they been doing below--getting at the provisions?"

He asked no more, for at that moment the two men came forward, smiling, in their neat white man-o'-war garments, which had been confiscated by the slaver captain when he turned them below into the hold with the rest of the blacks, little thinking that by this act he was contriving the means of restoring them all to liberty.

"Hah! that's better!" cried Mark smiling. "Now then see to these poor creatures. I'm going to serve out something for them to eat and drink."

With the help of a little pantomime he made them readily understand, and they went forward to the blacks, who at once sat down quietly on the deck and waited.

At the words eating and drinking, Tom Fillot had gone below, and by the time his officer was ready to show the way to the stores, biscuit and water were being served out and eagerly attacked by all.

"And now I think it's our turn," said Mark, who had become conscious of a peculiar sensation of faintness.

"I've put something ready for you in the cabin, sir," whispered Tom Fillot.

But Mark was too sensible of his responsibility to go below to eat and rest, and his refreshment consisted of the same food as was partaken of by the rest--to wit, biscuit moistened with water.

For there was the watch to visit, the tide to be examined for the hour of its change, and a score of other little matters to attend to, in addition to noting Mr Russell's condition from to time.

"How soon will it be high water?" asked Mark at last, after wearily watching the constant flow.

"Must be soon, sir," said Tom Fillot, who seemed to have dropped into the position of first lieutenant. "Beg pardon, sir, you mean to sail with the ebb?"

"Certainly. We must not stay here. That scoundrel may return with help."