the destruction of a prominent facial member
the cabin steward had two feather dusters, one of which was very large, and the other of medium size. he had used the big one so industriously that very little was left of the feathers except the bare quills that were inserted in a cylinder of hard wood, too heavy for the use of a delicate female, though dave had wielded it till it was in better condition to be thrown overboard than to be used on the panels and furniture of the cabin.
captain flanger was at the critical point in his operations, and he was too busy with the commander to give any attention to the negro, whom he regarded with the contempt begotten of his southern education. dave was intelligent enough to understand the situation accurately, and he realized that it was rapidly becoming critical. he knew that christy was unarmed, and that the 280 whole attention of the pirate was concentrated upon him, so that he could do nothing to help himself.
he knew also that if he attempted to leave the cabin to procure assistance, flanger would shoot him with as little remorse as he would kill a coon in the woods. watching his opportunity without trying to get behind the intruder till the decisive moment came, he sprang into the position he had selected in advance, and brought down the heavy head of the feather duster upon the temple of the privateersman.
probably it was the shock quite as much as the force of the blow that brought down the steward's victim. but it was a heavy stroke, for the wood of the feather duster was split into many pieces, and the stumps of the feathers were scattered all over the table. the onslaught could not fail to be very confusing to the ideas of the intruder, and he seemed to be tangled up in the arm-chair in which he had been seated.
captain flanger was a man of stalwart proportions, and christy realized that he was no match for him in a hand to hand encounter, even with the aid of the steward, for the ruffian would not fail to use his revolvers.
281 dave was not satisfied with what he had done, and as his foe went over in the chair, he sprang upon him, and tried to wrest the pistol from his hand, and a struggle on the floor was begun, the result of which could not be foreseen. christy took in the situation at a glance, and while the steward and his victim were rolling and writhing on the floor, he darted into his stateroom, the door of which had been open all the time, and took his heavy revolvers from the drawer where he kept them, charged for immediate use.
when he rushed back to the cabin, flanger had got the better of his foe, and had risen to his feet, with his grasp upon the throat of the steward. then he hurled him from him with a vigorous movement with his left hand, while he raised the right with the evident intention of shooting him. the commander saw the imminent peril of dave; he took a hasty aim and fired before the intruder had time to do so. he was a good shot with the navy revolver, for he had taken lessons and practised a good deal with the weapon.
he had aimed at the head of flanger, and he saw that he had hit him, for his face was instantly covered with blood. he did not think it necessary 282 to fire a second shot, but he was careful not to let the opportunity pass by if it was needed to reduce the privateersman to subjection. flanger dropped his weapon instantly, and dave as instantly picked it up. it was clear to christy then that the battle had been fought and won, though the defeated party had another revolver in his pocket.
in spite of his claim that he was a religious man, he indulged in a volley of profane language which made the commander's blood run cold in his veins. his right hand, from which he had dropped one of his revolvers, was pressed upon his nose, as though this organ was the seat of his injury. he stood behind the table, and continued to swear like a pirate in a passion. his face and his hand were absolutely covered with blood.
both christy and dave kept their positions, each with a revolver in his hand, ready to finish the victim if he exhibited any symptoms of further violence. this was the tableau presented in the captain's cabin when the door was suddenly opened by the first lieutenant, who rushed in, followed by the second lieutenant and quartermaster vincent. mr. flint had been on the quarter-deck, 283 and had heard the report of christy's revolver when he fired. calling mr. camden and the quartermaster, he has come to ascertain the cause of the fracas; and the sight was certainly impressive when he entered.
"any orders, captain passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he saw that christy appeared to be master of the situation.
"stand by to secure that man," replied the commander, pointing at the wounded man behind the table. "he has a revolver in his left coat pocket."
the three officers promptly obeyed the order, and laid violent hands on captain flanger, mr. flint taking the weapon from his pocket. they seized him by the collar of his coat, and the executive officer held his left arm, with the handcuffs on the wrist. the victim of the affray still held on to his nose, though mr. camden took possession of the arm.
"you appear to be wounded, captain flanger?" said christy, approaching the table.
"wounded, you"—
the oaths and epithets he used need not soil our page; but the prisoner seemed to be suffering more from his wrath than from his wound.
284 "you have shot off by dose, you!"—groaned flanger. "the ball welt straight through it."
"then you are not dangerously wounded," added christy. "i was afraid it had gone through your head."
"i wish it had! you have bade a scarecrow of be for life!" he gasped.
"what's the trouble here, captain passford?" asked dr. connelly, presenting himself at the door of the cabin. "didn't i hear the report of a firearm in this direction just now?"
"very likely you did, if your hearing is good," replied christy with a smile, for the large revolver, discharged in the small cabin, made a tremendous noise. "the gentleman behind the table, who is holding on to his nose, requires some of your professional skill. he was proceeding to capture the bronx, and had gone to the point where you find him."
"i dol't walt any yalkee surgeod at work od be," protested captain flanger, whose speech was badly affected by the injury to his nasal organ, or by the pressure he applied to it with his hand.
"you can consult your own inclination as to that, my excellent friend. i shall not force you 285 to be treated by him," added christy, "but i must suggest that this farce has been carried far enough in my cabin."
"farce! do you cod this a farce?" demanded the wounded man indignantly. "you have shot off by dose!"
in fact, captain flanger seemed to be more disturbed at the accident to his proboscis, than by the failure of his quixotic scheme to capture the bronx. he was certainly a very good-looking man, and took good care of his person, as indicated by the care bestowed upon his hair and beard.
"the farce came to an end when you menaced me with death if i declined to sign the order you dictated, and the steward played the first scene in the tragedy. i am sure it was a farce up to that time," replied christy. "mr. flint, have the prisoner put in irons, and remove him to the quarters of the men forward. give him a berthsack and a blanket, and place a hand to stand guard over him."
the executive officer sent mr. camden on deck for a pair of handcuffs and a couple of men to execute the order. flanger still retained his 286 standing position behind the table, holding on to his nose, which continued to bleed very freely. the surgeon went over to him, and endeavored to obtain a sight of the mutilated member.
"i think you had better let me stanch the blood," suggested dr. connelly.
"do!" exclaimed the patient. "you will take off what is left of by dose."
"as you please," replied the surgeon, as the second lieutenant returned attended by two stout seamen.
"remove the handcuff from his left wrist, and fit him out with a new pair," said mr. flint, who still held the left arm of the prisoner.
mr. camden took off the irons, for he had a key to them, and enclosed the wrist in the new pair. then the two men were directed to take his right arm, which they did, and drew his hand from his nose. this act roused the ire of flanger, and he began to struggle; but powerful as he was, the two seamen were too much for him, and he was fairly handcuffed. the second lieutenant was the officer of the deck, and he was sent back to his post of duty. flanger's face was so covered and daubed with the gore from his wound that the 287 condition of his prominent facial member could not be determined.
"i protest agailst this brutal treatmelt!" stormed the prisoner, as he continued to writhe in his irons. "i am a woulded plisoler!"
"i see you are; but you decline to permit the surgeon to dress your wound. i have no more time to fool with you, and the men will put you on a berthsack forward. if you want the surgeon to attend to your wound, you have only to say so."
"it is a bad wound though not a dangerous one," said dr. connelly, who had approached the victim of his own conspiracy near enough to obtain a view of the injured nose. "the ball has torn away the middle of the member, and it hangs in pieces from the wound."
"i have had enough of him; remove him to the quarters," added christy.
"you took splendid aim, captain passford," said the surgeon, smiling.
"i did not aim at his nose, but at his head in a general way," replied the commander. "i fired in a hurry, and i meant to reach his brains, if he had any. take him away; i am disgusted."
"the fortules of war are agailst me, captail passford; 288 but if you ever fall ilto my halds, i will cut your dose off cleal to your face," howled the prisoner, boiling over with wrath.
"take him away!" added christy with energy; and the two seamen dragged him out of the cabin, leaving only mr. flint, the surgeon, and the steward in the cabin. "dave," he continued, stepping up to the last, and taking him by the hand, "you have behaved remarkably well, and i thank you for the good service you have rendered to me and the cause of your country."
"i done do what i thought was right, captain passford, though folks like that fellow think a poor nigger is no account," replied the steward, putting every tooth in his head on exhibition.
"perhaps he will change his mind after this. if you have not saved my life, dave, you have saved my self-respect, for your prompt action, quite as soon as it was prudent for you to act, redeemed me from any further submission, and i expected to throw away my life rather than sign that order. i think he would not have killed me, for that would have blocked his game; but he would have wounded me in two minutes more. i thank you with all my heart, dave, and i shall not forget what you have done."
289 "thank you, captain passford," replied the steward.
"i do not fully understand this affair, captain," said mr. flint.
"sit down, take a seat, doctor, and i will tell you all about it. you may go forward, dave, and report to me the condition of the prisoner," added christy, as he seated himself at the table, and began to tell the story of the intruder's visit to his cabin.
he finished the narrative, and the officers were discussing it when there was a knock at the door.
"sail on the port bow, sir," reported a quartermaster.
