mysterious consultations and plans—gascoyne astonishes his friends, and makes an unexpected confession.
“a pretty morning’s work i have made of it, mother,” said henry, as he flung himself into a chair in the cottage parlour, on his return from the weary and fruitless chase which has just been recorded.
the widow was pale and haggard, but she could not help smiling as she observed the look of extreme disappointment which rested on the countenance of her son.
“true, henry,” she replied, busying herself in preparing breakfast, “you have not been very successful, but you made a noble effort.”
“pshaw! a noble effort, indeed! why, the man has foiled me in the two things in which i prided myself most—wrestling and running. i never saw such a greyhound in my life.”
“he is a giant, my boy; few men could hope to overcome him.”
“true, as regards wrestling, mother; i am not much ashamed of having been beaten by him at that; but running—that’s the sore point. such a weight he is, and yet he took the north gully like a wild cat, and you know, mother, there are only two of us in sandy cove who can go over that gully. ay, and he went a full yard farther than ever i did. i measured the leap as i came down. really it is too bad to have been beaten so completely by a man who must be nearly double my age. but, after all, the worst of the whole affair is, that a pirate has escaped me after i actually had him in my arms! the villain!”
“you do not know that he is a villain,” said the widow in a subdued tone.
“you are right, mother,” said henry, looking up from the plate of bacon, to which he had been devoting himself with much assiduity, and gazing earnestly into his mother’s face; “you are right, and, do you know, i feel inclined to give the fellow the benefit of the doubt, for to tell you the truth i have a sort of liking for him. if it had not been for the way in which he has treated you, and the suspicious character that he bears, i do believe i should have made a friend of him.”
a look of evident pleasure crossed the widow’s face while her son spoke, but as that son’s eyes were once more riveted on the bacon, which his morning exercise rendered peculiarly attractive, he did not observe it.
just then the door opened, and mr mason entered. his face wore a dreadfully anxious expression.
“ha! i’m glad to see you, henry,” said he; “of course you have not caught your man. i have been waiting anxiously for you to consult about our future proceedings. it is quite evident that the pirate schooner cannot be far off. gascoyne must either have swam ashore, or been landed in a boat. in either case the schooner must have been within the reef at the time, and there has been little wind since the squall blew itself out yesterday.”
“quite enough, how ever, to blow such a light craft pretty far out to sea in a few hours,” said henry, shaking his head.
“no matter,” replied mr mason, with a sigh, “something must be done at any rate, i have borrowed the carpenter’s small cutter, which is being now put in order for a voyage. provisions and water for a few days are already on board, and i have come to ask you to take command of her, as you know something of navigation. i will go, of course, but will not take any management of the little craft, as i know nothing about the working of vessels.”
“and where do you mean to go?” asked henry.
“that remains to be seen. i have some ideas running in my head, of course, but before letting you know them i wish to hear what you would advise.”
“i would advise, in the first place, that you should provide one or two thorough sailors to manage the craft. by the way, that reminds me of bumpus. what of him? where is he? in the midst of all this bustle i have not had time for much thought, and it has only just occurred to me that if this schooner is really a pirate, and if gascoyne turns out to be durward, it follows that bumpus is a pirate too, and ought to be dealt with accordingly.”
“i have thought of that,” said mr mason, with a perplexed look, “and intended to speak to you on the subject, but events have crowded so fast upon each other of late that it has been driven out of my mind. no doubt, if the foam and the avenger are one and the same vessel, as seems too evident to leave much room for doubt, then bumpus is a pirate, for he does not deny that he was one of the crew. but he acts strangely for a pirate. he seems as much at his ease amongst us as if he were the most innocent of men. moreover, his looks seem to stamp him a thoroughly honest fellow. but, alas! one cannot depend on looks.”
“but where is the man?” asked henry.
“he is asleep in the small closet off the kitchen,” said mrs stuart, “where he has been lying ever since you returned from the heathen village. poor fellow, he sleeps heavily, and looks as if he had been hurt during all this fighting.”
“hurt! say you?” exclaimed henry, laughing; “it is a miracle that he is now alive after the flight he took over the north cliff into the sea.”
“flight! over the north cliff!” echoed mrs stuart in surprise.
“ay, and a fearful plunge he had.” here henry detailed poor jo’s misadventure. “and now,” said he, when he had finished, “i must lock his door and keep him in. the settlers have forgotten him in all this turmoil; but depend upon it if they see him they will string him up for a pirate to the first handy branch of a tree without giving him the benefit of a trial; and that would not be desirable.”
“yet you would have shot gascoyne on mere suspicion without a thought of trial or justice,” said mrs stuart.
“true, mother, but that was when i was seizing him, and in hot blood,” said henry, in a subdued voice. “i was hasty there, no doubt. lucky for us both that the pistol missed fire.”
the widow looked as if she were about to reply, but checked herself.
“yes,” said mr mason, recurring to the former subject, “as we shall be away a few days, we must lock bumpus up to keep him out of harm’s way. meanwhile—”
the missionary was interrupted here by the sudden opening of the door. an exclamation of surprise burst from the whole party as they sprang up, for gascoyne strode into the room, locked the door, and taking out the key handed it to henry, who stood staring at him in speechless amazement.
“you are surprised to see me appear thus suddenly,” said he, “but the fact is that i came here this morning to fulfil a duty; and although master henry there has hindered me somewhat in carrying out my good intentions, i do not intend to allow him to frustrate me altogether.”
“i do not mean to make a second attempt, gascoyne, after what has occurred this morning,” said henry, seating himself doggedly on his chair. “but it would be as well that you should observe that mr mason is a stout man, and, as we have seen, can act vigorously when occasion offers. remember that we are two to one now.”
“there will be no occasion for vigorous action, at least as regards me, if you will agree to forget your suspicions for a few minutes, and listen to what i have got to say. meanwhile, in order to shew you how thoroughly in earnest i am, and how regardless of my personal safety, i render myself defenceless—thus.”
gascoyne pulled a brace of small pistols from their place of concealment beneath the breast of his shirt, and, drawing the knife that hung at his girdle, hurled them all through the open window into the garden. he then took a chair, planted it in the middle of the room, and sat down. the sadness of his deep voice did not change during the remainder of that interview. the bold look which usually characterised this peculiar man had given place to a grave expression of humility, which was occasionally varied by a troubled look.
“before stating what i have come for,” said gascoyne, “i mean to make a confession. you have been right in your suspicions—i am durward the pirate! nay, do not shrink from me in that way, mary. i have kept this secret from you long, because i feared to lose the old friendship that has existed between us since we were children. i have deceived you in this thing only. i have taken advantage of your ignorance to make you suppose that i was merely a smuggler, and that, in consequence of being an outlaw, it was necessary for me to conceal my name and my movements. you have kept my secret, mary, and have tried to win me back to honest ways, but you little knew the strength of the net i had wrapped around me. you did not know that i was a pirate!”
gascoyne paused, and bent his head as if in thought. the widow sat with clasped hands, gazing at him with a look of despair on her pale face. but she did not move or speak. the three listeners sat in perfect silence until the pirate chose to continue his confession.
“yes, i have been a pirate,” said he, “but i have not been the villain that men have painted me.” he looked steadily in the widow’s face as he said these words deliberately.
“do not try to palliate your conduct, gascoyne,” said mr mason, earnestly. “the blackness of your sin is too great to be deepened or lightened by what men may have said of you. you are a pirate. every pirate is a murderer.”
“i am not a murderer,” said gascoyne, slowly, in reply, but still fixing his gaze on the widow’s face, as if he addressed himself solely to her.
“you may not have committed murder with your own hand,” said mr mason, “but the man who leads on others to commit the crime is a murderer in the eye of god’s law as well as in that of man.”
“i never led on men to commit murder,” said gascoyne, in the same tone and with the same steadfast gaze. “this hand is free from the stain of human blood. do you believe me, mary?”
the widow did not answer. she sat like one bereft of all power of speech or motion.
“i will explain,” resumed the pirate captain, drawing a long breath, and directing his looks to henry now.
“for reasons which it is not necessary that you should know, i resolved some years ago to become a pirate. i had been deceived—shamefully deceived and wronged—by wealthy and powerful men. i had appealed to the law of my country, and the law refused to right me. no, not the law, but those who sat on the judgment-seat to pervert the law. it matters not now; i was driven mad at the time, for the wrong done was not done so much to me as to those whom i loved. i vowed that i should be avenged.
“i soon found men as mad as myself who only wanted a leader to guide them in order to run full swing to destruction. i seized the foam, of which schooner i was mate, called her the avenger, and became a pirate. no blood was shed when i seized the schooner. before an opportunity occurred of trying my hand at this new profession, my anger had cooled. i repented of what i had done, but i was surrounded by men who were more bent on mischief than i was. i could not now draw back, but i modified my plan. i determined to become merely a robber and use the proceeds of my trade to indemnify those to whom injustice had been done. i thought at the time that there was some justice in this. i called myself in jest, a tax-gatherer of the sea. i ordered the men aft one day and explained to them my views. i said that i abhorred the name and the deeds of pirates, that i would only consent to command them if they agreed never to shed human blood except in fair and open fight.
“they liked the idea. there were men among them who had never heartily agreed to the seizing of the schooner, and who would have left her if i would have allowed them; these were much relieved to hear my proposal. it was fixed that we should rob, but not murder. miserable fool that i was! i thought it was possible to go just so far and no farther into sin. i did not know at that time the strength of the fearful current into which i had plunged.
“but we stuck to our principles. we never did commit murder. and as our appearance was always sufficient to cause the colours of any ship we ever came across to be hauled down at once, there has been no occasion for shedding blood, even in fair and open fight. do you believe me, mary?” said gascoyne, pausing at this point.
the widow was still silent, but a slight inclination of her head satisfied the pirate, who was about to resume, when mr mason said—“gascoyne, do you call warfare in the cause of robbery by the name of ‘fair and open fight?’”
“no, i do not. yet there have been great generals and admirals in this world who have committed wholesale murder in this same cause, and whose names stand high in the roll of fame!”
a look of scorn rested on the pirate’s face as he said this, but it passed away quickly.
“you tell me that there were some of the men in the schooner whom you kept aboard against their will?” said mr mason. “did it never occur to you, gascoyne, that you may have been the murderer of the souls of these men?”
the pirate made no reply for some time, and the troubled anxious look that had more than once crossed his face returned.
“yes,” said he at length, “i have thought of that. but it is done now and cannot be undone. i can do no more now than give myself up to justice. you see, i have thrown away my arms and stand here defenceless. but i did not come here to plead for mercy. i come to make to you all the reparation i can for the wrong i have done you. when that last act is completed, you may do with me what you please. i deserve to die, and i care not to live.”
“o gascoyne, speak not thus,” exclaimed the widow, earnestly. “however much and deeply you have sinned against man, if you have not taken life you do not deserve to die. besides, there is a way of pardon open to the very chief of sinners.”
“i know what you mean, mary, i know what you mean; but — well, well, this is neither the time nor place to talk of such things. your little girl, mr mason, is in the hands of the pirates.”
“i know that,” said the missionary, wincing as if he had received a deep wound, “but she is not in your power now.”
“more’s the pity; she would have been safer with me than with my first mate, who is the greatest villain afloat on the high seas. he does not like our milk-and-water style of robbing. he is an out-and-out pirate in heart, and has long desired to cut my throat. i have to thank him for being here to-night. some of the crew who are like himself seized me while i was asleep, bound and gagged me, put me into a boat and rowed me ashore;—for we had easily escaped the talisman in the squall, and doubling or our course came back here. the mate was anxious to clear off old scores by cutting my throat at once and pitching me into the sea. luckily some of the men, not so bloodthirsty as he, objected to this, so i was landed and cast loose.”
“but what of alice?” cried mr mason, anxiously. “how can we save her?”
“by taking my advice,” answered gascoyne. “you have a small cutter at anchor off the creek at the foot of the hill. put a few trusty men aboard of her, and i will guide you to the island where the avenger has been wont to fly when hard pressed.”
“but how do you know that manton will go there?” inquired henry, eagerly.
“because he is short of powder, and all our stores are concealed there, besides much of our ill-gotten wealth.”
“and how can you expect us to put ourselves so completely in your power?” said mr mason.
“because you must do so if you would save your child. she is safe now, i know, and will be until the avenger leaves the island where our stores are concealed. if we do not save her before that happens, she is lost to you for ever!”
“that no man can say. she is in the hands of god,” cried mr mason, fervently.
“true, true,” said gascoyne, musing. “but god does not work by miracles. we must be up and doing at once. i promise you that i shall be faithful, and that, after the work is done, i will give myself up to justice.”
“may we trust him, mother?” said henry.
“you may trust him, my son,” replied the widow, in a tone of decision that satisfied henry, while it called forth a look of gratitude from the pirate.
the party now proceeded to arrange the details of their plan for the rescue of alice and her companions. these were speedily settled, and henry rose to go and put them in train. he turned the key of the door and was on the point of lifting the latch, when this was done for him by some one on the outside. he had just time to step back when the door flew open, and he stood face to face with hugh barnes the cooper.
“have you heard the news, henry?—hallo!”
this abrupt exclamation was caused by the sight of gascoyne, who rose quietly the moment he heard the door open, and, turning his back towards it, walked slowly into a small apartment that opened off the widow’s parlour, and shut the door.
“i say, henry, who’s that big fellow?” said the cooper, casting a suspicious glance towards the little room into which he had disappeared.
“he is a friend of mine,” replied mrs stuart, rising hastily, and welcoming her visitor.
“humph! it’s well he’s a friend,” said the man as he took a chair, “i shouldn’t like to have him for an enemy.”
“but what is the news you were so anxious to tell us?” inquired henry.
“that gascoyne, the pirate captain, has been seen on the island by some of the women, and there’s a regular hunt organising. will you go with us?”
“i have more important work to do, hugh,” replied henry, “besides, i want you to go with me on a hunt which i’ll tell you about if you’ll come with me to the creek.”
“by all means, come along.”
henry and the cooper at once left the cottage. the latter was let into the secret, and prevailed on to form one of the crew of the wasp, as the little cutter was named. in the course of the afternoon everything was in readiness. gascoyne waited till the dusk of the evening, and then embarked along with ole thorwald; that stout individual having insisted on being one of the party, despite the remonstrances of mr mason, who did not like to leave the settlement, even for a brief period, so completely deprived of all its leading men. but ole entertained a suspicion that gascoyne intended to give them the slip; and having privately made up his mind to prevent this he was not to be denied.
the men who formed the crew—twelve in number—were selected from among those natives and settlers who were known never to have seen the pirate captain. they were chosen with a view to their fighting qualities, for gascoyne and henry were sufficient for the management of the little craft. there were no large guns on board, but all the men were well armed with cutlasses, muskets, and pistols.
thus equipped, the wasp stood out to sea with a light breeze, just as the moon rose on the coral reef and cast a shower of sparkling silver across the bay.
