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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The House Under the Sea, by Sir Max Pemberton
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+Title: The House Under the Sea
+ A Romance
+
+
+Author: Sir Max Pemberton
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+
+THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+A ROMANCE
+
+BY
+
+MAX PEMBERTON
+
+Author of Kronstadt, The Phantom Army, Etc.
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATED
+
+NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1902
+
+
+Copyright, 1902 By MAX PEMBERTON
+
+All rights reserved
+
+Published September, 1902
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "Shall we go, or stay?"]
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+I.--IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES KNOWN THE PURPOSE OF HIS VOYAGE TO THE
+PACIFIC OCEAN, AND HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT HE COMMISSIONED THE
+STEAM-SHIP SOUTHERN CROSS THROUGH PHILIPS, WESTBURY, AND CO.
+
+II.--WE GO ASHORE AND LEARN STRANGE THINGS
+
+III.--IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES UP HIS MIND WHAT TO DO
+
+IV.--WE GO ABOARD, BUT RETURN AGAIN
+
+V.--STRANGE SIGHTS ASHORE, AND WHAT WE SAW OF THEM
+
+VI.--JASPER BEGG MEETS HIS OLD MISTRESS, AND IS WATCHED
+
+VII.--IN WHICH HELP COMES FROM THE LAST QUARTER WE HAD EXPECTED IT
+
+VIII.--THE BIRD'S NEST IN THE HILLS
+
+IX.--WE LOOK OUT FOR THE SOUTHERN CROSS
+
+X.--WE ARE SURELY CAGED ON KEN'S ISLAND
+
+XI.--LIGHTS UNDER THE SEA
+
+XII.--THE DANCING MADNESS
+
+XIII.--THE STORM
+
+XIV.--A WHITE POOL--AND AFTERWARDS
+
+XV.--AN INTERLUDE, DURING WHICH WE READ IN RUTH BELLENDEN'S DIARY AGAIN
+
+XVI.--ROSAMUNDA AND THE IRON DOORS
+
+XVII.--IN WHICH JASPER BEGG ENTERS THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+XVIII.--CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH
+
+XIX.--WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS
+THE LITTLE ONES
+
+XX.--THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY'S MEN
+
+XXI.--WHICH BRINGS IN THE DAY AND WHAT BEFELL THEREIN
+
+XXII.--THE BEGINNING OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+XXIII.--THE END OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+XXIV.--THE SECOND ATTACK ON CZERNY'S HOUSE
+
+XXV.--IN WHICH THE SUN-TIME COMES AGAIN
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+"Shall we go or stay?"
+
+Like dancers at a stage play.
+
+A picturesque old figure standing there.
+
+She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes.
+
+We were all sitting at the supper table.
+
+The drawing-room is a cave whose walls are of jewels.
+
+"If there is a sound at the door, fire that gun."
+
+Another man fell with a loud cry.
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES KNOWN THE PURPOSE OF HIS VOYAGE TO THE
+PACIFIC OCEAN, AND HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT HE COMMISSIONED THE
+STEAM-SHIP SOUTHERN CROSS THROUGH PHILIPS, WESTBURY, AND CO.
+
+Many gentlemen have asked me to write the story of Ken's Island, and in
+so far as my ability goes, that I will now do. A plain seaman by
+profession, one who has had no more education than a Kentish grammar
+school can give him, I, Jasper Begg, find it very hard to bring to
+other people's eyes the wonderful things I have seen or to make all
+this great matter clear as it should be clear for a right
+understanding. But what I know of it, I will here set down; and I do
+not doubt that the newspapers and the writers will do the rest.
+
+Now, it was upon the third day of May in the year 1899, at four bells
+in the first dog watch, that Harry Doe, our boatswain, first sighted
+land upon our port-bow, and so made known to me that our voyage was
+done. We were fifty-three days out from Southampton then; and for
+fifty-three days not a man among the crew of the Southern Cross had
+known our proper destination, or why his skipper, Jasper Begg, had
+shipped him to sail for the Pacific Ocean. A pleasure voyage, the
+papers said; and some remembered that I had been in and out of private
+yachts ever since I ran away from school and booked with Skipper Higg,
+who sailed Lord Kanton's schooner from the Solent; but others asked
+themselves what pleasure took a yacht's skipper beyond the Suez, and
+how it came about that a poor man like Jasper Begg found the money to
+commission a 500-ton tramp through Philips, Westbury, and Co., and to
+deal liberally with any shipmate who had a fancy for the trip. These
+questions I meant to answer in my own time. A hint here and there of a
+lady in whose interest the voyage was undertaken kept the crew quiet,
+if it did not please its curiosity. Mister Jacob, my first officer, and
+Peter Bligh (who came to me because he said I was the only man who kept
+him away from the drink) guessed something if they knew little. They
+had both served under me in Ruth Bellenden's yacht; neither had
+forgotten that Ruth Bellenden's husband sailed eastward for the wedding
+trip. If they put their heads together and said that Ruth Bellenden's
+affairs and the steam-ship Southern Cross were not to be far apart at
+the end of it, I don't blame them. It was my business to hold my tongue
+until the land was sighted, and so much I did for Ruth Bellenden's
+sake.
+
+Well, it was the third day of May, at four bells in the first dog
+watch, when Harry Doe, the boatswain, sighted land on the port-bow, and
+came abaft with the other hands to hear what I had got to say to him.
+Mr. Jacob was in his bunk then, he being about to take the first watch,
+and Peter Bligh, who walked the bridge, had rung down for half-speed by
+the time I came out with my glass for the first view of the distant
+island. We were then, I must tell you at a rough reckoning, in
+longitude 150 east of Greenwich, by about 30 north; and my first
+thought was that we might have sighted the Ganges group, as many a ship
+sailing from 'Frisco to Japan; but when I had looked at the land a
+little while, and especially at a low spur of rocks to the northward, I
+knew that this was truly the Ken Archipelago, and that our voyage was
+done.
+
+"Lads," I said, "yonder is your port. Good weather and good luck, and
+we'll put about for home before three days have passed."
+
+Now, they set up a great cheer at this; and Peter Bligh, whose years go
+to fat, wiped his brow like a man who has got rid of a great load and
+is very pleased to have done with it.
+
+"Thank you for that," said he. "I hope I do my duty in all weathers,
+Mr. Begg, but this sunshine do wear a man sadly. Will you stop her,
+sir, or shall we go dead slow?"
+
+"Dead slow, if you please, Mister Pugh," said I; "the chart gives two
+thousand fathoms about the reef. We should have water enough, and water
+is a good thing, as I believe you know."
+
+"When there's nothing else, I can manage to make shift with it--and
+feel a better man, sir," he added, as an after-thought. But I was
+already busy with my glass and that was not the hour for light talk.
+Yonder upon the port-bow a group of islands shaped on our horizon as
+shadows upon a glassy sea. I could espy a considerable cliff-land
+rising to the southward, and north of that the rocky spur of which I
+have made mention. The sun was setting behind us in a sky of orange and
+crimson, and it was wonderful to see the playful lights now giving
+veins of gold to the dark mass of the higher rocks, or washing over the
+shadows as a running water of flame. I have seen many beautiful sights
+upon the sea, in storm or tempest, God's weather or the devil's; but I
+shall never forget that sunset which brought me to Ken's Island on as
+strange an errand as ever commissioned a ship. The deep blue of the
+sky, the vastness of the horizon, the setting sun, the island's shaping
+out of the deep: these, and the curiosity which kept the glass ever at
+my eye, made an hour which a man might fear to tell of. True, I have
+sighted many a strange land in my time and have put up my glass for
+many an unknown shore; but yonder lay the home of Ruth Bellenden, and
+to-morrow's sun would tell me how it fared with her. I had sailed from
+England to learn as much.
+
+Now, Mr. Jacob, the first officer, had come up to the bridge while I
+was searching the shore for an anchorage, and he, who always was a
+prudent man, spoke up at once for laying to and leaving our business,
+whatever it was, until the morning.
+
+"You'll lose the light in ten minutes, and yon's a port I do not like
+the look of," said he. "Better go about, sir. Reefs don't get out of
+the way, even for a lady."
+
+"Mister Jacob," said I, for, little man that he was, he had a big wit
+in his own way, "the lady would be very glad to get out of the way of
+the reef, I'm thinking. However, that's for the morning. Here's Peter
+Bligh as pleased as any school-boy at the sight of land. Tell him that
+he isn't going ashore to-night, and he'll thank you nicely. Eh, Peter,
+are you, too, of Jacob's mind? Is it sea or shore, a glass in my cabin
+or what the natives will sell you in the log-cabins over yonder?" Peter
+Bligh shut up his glass with a snap.
+
+"I know the liquor, Mr. Begg," said he; "as the night is good to me,
+I'm of Mister Jacob's way of thinking. A sound bed and a clear head,
+and a fair wind for the morning--you'll see little of any woman, black
+or white, on yonder rock to-night."
+
+Jacob--his little eyes twinkling, as they always did at his own
+jokes--muttered the old proverb about choosing a wife by candle-light;
+but before any one could hear him a beacon shone out across the sea
+from some reef behind the main island I had noticed, and all eyes were
+turned anxiously to that. It was a queer place, truly, to set up a
+light, and I don't wonder that the men remarked it.
+
+"An odd kind of a lantern to help poor mariners," said Mister Jacob,
+sagely. "Being kind to it, sir, I should say that it's not more than a
+mile too much to the northward."
+
+"Lay your course by that, and a miracle won't carry you by the reef,"
+added Peter Bligh, sagaciously; "in my country, which is partly
+Ireland, sir, we put up notice-boards for the boys that ride bicycles:
+'This Hill is Dangerous.' Faith, in ould Oireland, they put 'em up at
+the bottom of the hills, which is useful entirely."
+
+Some of the crew, grouped about the ladder's foot, laughed at this;
+others began to mutter among themselves as though the beacon troubled
+them, and they did not like it. A seaman's the most superstitious
+creature that walks the earth or sails on the sea, as all the world
+knows. I could see the curiosity, which had followed my men from
+Southampton, was coming to a head here about twelve thousand miles from
+home.
+
+"Lads," cried I, quick to take the point up, "Mister Bligh says that an
+Irishman built yon light, and he knows, being a bit of a one himself.
+We're not going in by it, anyway, so you can ask questions to-morrow.
+There's a hundred pounds to be divided among you for your good
+behaviour outward, and there'll be another hundred when we make Calshot
+Light. To-night we'll find good sea-room, and leave their beacon to the
+lumber-heads that put it up. I thank you, lads, for honest work in an
+honest ship. Ask the purser for an extra tot of grog, and say the
+skipper told you to."
+
+They gave a hearty "Aye, aye, sir," to this, and without more ado we
+put the ship about and went dead slow against a stiff tide setting east
+by north-east. For my part, I reckoned this the time to tell my
+officers what my intentions were, and when I had called them into the
+cabin, leaving our "fourth"--a mere lad, but a good one--upon the
+bridge, I ordered Joe, the steward, to set the decanters upon the
+table. Mister Jacob, as usual, put on his glasses (which he always did
+in room or cabin, just as though he would read a book), but Peter Bligh
+sat with his cap between his knees and as foolish an expression upon
+his face as I have ever seen.
+
+"Now, gentlemen," I said, "no good talking in this world was ever done
+upon a dusty table, so we'll have a glass round and then to business.
+Mr. Bligh, I'm sure, will make no objection to that."
+
+"Faith, and I know when to obey my superior officer, captain. A glass
+round, and after that----"
+
+"Peter, Peter," said I, "'tis the 'after that' which sends many a good
+hulk to the bottom."
+
+"Not meaning to apply the term to Peter Bligh, but by way of what the
+landsmen call 'silime,'" said Mister Jacob.
+
+"'Simile' you mean, Mister Jacob. Well, it's all the same, and neither
+here nor there in the matter of a letter. The fact is, gentlemen, I
+wish you to know why I have sailed this ship to Ken's Archipelago, and
+under what circumstances I shall sail her home again."
+
+They pricked up their ears at this, Peter turning his cap nervously in
+his hands and Mister Jacob being busy with his glasses as he loves to
+be.
+
+"Yes," I went on, "you have behaved like true shipmates and spoken
+never a word which a man might not fairly speak. And now it's my duty
+to be open with you. Well, to cut it short, my lads, I've sailed to the
+Pacific because my mistress, Ruth Bellenden, asked me."
+
+They had known as much, I imagine, from the start; but while Mister
+Jacob pretended to be very much surprised, honest Peter raised his
+glass and drank to Mistress Ruth's good health.
+
+"God bless her," he said, "and may the day come when I ship along
+o' such a one again. Aye, you would have come out for her sake,
+captain--no other, I'm sure!"
+
+"She being Ruth Bellenden no longer, but the wife of a gentleman with a
+name none but a foreigner can spell," added Mister Jacob; and then he
+went on: "Well, you surprise me very much, captain--very much indeed.
+Matrimony is a choppy sea and queer things swim in it. But this--this I
+had not looked to hear."
+
+I knew that this was only Mister Jacob's way, and continued my story.
+
+"It was a promise to her upon her wedding day. Ten thousand pounds she
+left with her lawyers for this very purpose. 'My husband has strange
+ideas; I may not share them,' were her words to me. 'If his yacht
+should not be at the islands when I wish to visit Europe again, I
+should like you to find me a vessel in its place. I trust you, Jasper
+Begg,' she said; 'you will sail for Ken's Archipelago twelve months
+from today, and you will come to my house there, as you used to do in
+the old time, for orders. Perhaps I shall send you home again, perhaps
+I may like to have a yacht of my own once more. Who knows? I am quite
+alone in the world,' she said, laughing, 'though my brother is alive.
+And the Pacific Ocean is a long way from London--oh, such a long way,'
+she said, or something of that sort."
+
+"Aye, and right, too. A derned long way she meant, I don't doubt, if
+what was in her mind came out," puts in Peter at this.
+
+"Mr. Bligh," said I, "be pleased to hold your tongue until your opinion
+is asked. What I am telling you is a confidence which you two, and no
+others, share with me. To-morrow, as soon as daylight, I shall row
+ashore and ask to see Mme. Czerny, as I suppose I must call little Ruth
+now. If she says, 'Go home again,' very well, home we go with good
+wages in our pockets. If she says 'Stay,' there's not a man on board
+this ship that will not stay willingly--she being married to a
+foreigner, which all the world knows is not the same as being married
+to an Englishman----"
+
+"To say nothing of an Irishman," said Peter Bligh, whose mother was
+from Dublin and whose father was named sometimes for a man of
+Rotherhithe and at other times put down to any country which it suited
+Peter to boast about.
+
+"Edmond Czerny was a Hungarian," said I, "and he played the fiddle
+wonderful. What mad idea took him for a honeymoon to Ken's Island, the
+Lord only knows. They say he was many years in America. I know nothing
+about him, save that he had a civil tongue and manners to catch a young
+girl's fancy. She was only twenty-two when she married him, Mister
+Jacob."
+
+"Old enough to know better--quite old enough to know better. Not that I
+would say anything against Ruth Bellenden, not a word. It's the woman's
+part to play the capers, sir, and we poor mortal men to be took by
+them. Howsomever, since there was a fiddle in it, I've nothing more to
+say."
+
+We laughed at Mister Jacob's notion, and Peter Bligh said what it was
+in my heart to say:
+
+"Saving that if Ruth Bellenden needs a friend, she'll find twenty-six
+aboard this ship, to say nothing of the cook's boy and the dog. You've
+a nice mind, Mister Jacob, but you've a deal to larn when it comes to
+women. My poor old father, who hailed from Shoreham----"
+
+"It was Newport yesterday, Peter."
+
+"Aye, so it were--so it were. But, Newport or Shoreham, he'd a precious
+good notion of the sex, and what he said I'll stand by. 'Get 'em on
+their feet to the music,' says he, 'and you can lead 'em anywheres.'
+'Tis Gospel truth that, Mister Jacob."
+
+"But a man had better mind his steps," said I. "For my part, I
+shouldn't be surprised if Ruth Bellenden's husband gave us the cold
+shoulder to-morrow and sent us about our business. However, the sea's
+free to all men, lads, and the morn will show. By your leave we'll have
+a bit of supper and after that turn in. We shall want all our wits
+about us when daylight comes." They agreed to this, and without further
+parley we went on deck and heard what the lad "Dolly" Venn had to tell
+us. It was full dark now and the islands were hidden from our view. The
+beacon shone with a steady white glare which, under the circumstances,
+was almost uncanny. I asked the lad if he had sighted any ships in
+towards the land or if signals had been made. He answered me that no
+ship had passed in or out nor any rocket been fired. "And I do believe,
+sir," he said, "that we shall find the harbour on the far sight of
+yonder height."
+
+"The morning will show us, lad," said I; "go down to your supper, for I
+mean to take this watch myself." They left me on the bridge. The wind
+had fallen until it was scarce above a moan in the shrouds. I stood
+watching the beacon as a man who watches the window light of one who
+has been dear to him.
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+WE GO ASHORE AND LEARN STRANGE THINGS
+
+I have told how it came about that I sailed for Ken's Island, and now I
+shall tell what happened when I went ashore to find Ruth Bellenden.
+
+We put off from the ship at six bells in the morning watch. Dolly Venn,
+who was rated as fourth officer, was with me in the launch, and Harry
+Doe, the boatswain, at the tiller. I left Mister Jacob on the bridge,
+and gave him my orders to stand in-shore as near as might be, and to
+look for my coming at sunset--no later. "Whatever passes," said I, "the
+night will find me on board again. I trust to bring you good news,
+Mister Jacob--the best news."
+
+"Which would be that we were to 'bout ship and home again," says he;
+and that I did not contradict.
+
+Now, we were to the westward of the island when we put off, and neither
+my glass nor the others showed any good landing there. As the launch
+drew in towards the cliffs I began to get the lie of the place more
+clearly; and especially of what I call the mainland, which was
+wonderfully fresh and green in the sunlight and seemed to have some of
+the tropic luxuriance of more southern islands. About four miles long,
+I judged it to be, from the high black rock to which it rose at the
+southward point, to the low dog's-nosed reef which defended it to the
+north. Trees I could see, palms and that kind, and ripe green grasses
+on a stretch of real down-like land; but the cliffs themselves were
+steep and unpromising, and the closer we drew the less I liked the look
+of it.
+
+"Dolly, my lad," I said at last, "you were the wise one, after all.
+Yon's no shore for an honest man; he being made like a man and not like
+an eagle. Let's try the starboard tack and see what luck will send us."
+
+We headed the launch almost due south, and began to round the headland.
+The men were elated, they didn't know at what; Dolly Venn had a boy's
+delight in the difficulty.
+
+"An ugly shore, sir," he said, pleased at my compliment. "A very ugly
+shore. It would be a bad night which found a ship in these parts and no
+better light than the fool's beacon we saw yesterday."
+
+"As true as the parson's word," said I, "but, ugly or beautiful, I'll
+be up on those heights before twelve o'clock if I have to swim ashore.
+And speaking of that," said I, "there are men up yonder, or I'm a
+Dutchman!" Well, he clapped his glass to his eye and searched the green
+grass land as I had done; but the light was overstrong and the cliff
+quickly shut the view from us, so that we found ourselves presently in
+the loom of vast black rocks, with the tide running like a whirlpool,
+and a great sword-fish reef a mile from the shore, perhaps, to catch
+any fool that didn't want sea room. I took the tiller myself from this
+point, and standing well out I brought the launch round gingerly
+enough, but the water was deep and good once we were on the lee side;
+and no sooner did we head north again than I espied the cove and knew
+where Ruth Bellenden had gone ashore.
+
+"It's there, lad," said I, "yonder, where the sand sparkles. There'll
+be a way up the cliff and good anchorage. No one but an Irishman would
+buy an island without a harbour; you tell Mr. Bligh that when we go
+aboard again."
+
+"Mr. Bligh says he's only Irish on the mother's side, sir; that's what
+makes him bighearted towards the women. He'll be dying to come ashore
+if there are any petticoats hereabouts."
+
+"They haven't much use for that same garment on the Pacific Islands,"
+said I. "Peter can marry cheap here, if it's the milliners' bills he's
+minding--but I doubt, lad, from the look of it, whether we'll find a
+jewel in this port. It's a wild-looking place, to be sure it is."
+
+Indeed, and it was. Viewed from the eastward sea, I call Ken's Island
+the most fearsome place I have come across in all my fifteen years
+afloat. Vast cliffs, black and green and crystal, rose up sheer from
+the water in precipices for all the world like mighty steps. By here
+and there, as the ground sloped away to the northward, there were
+forests of teak (at least, I judged them to be that), pretty woods with
+every kind of palm, green valleys and grassy pastures. The sands of the
+cove were white as snow, and shone like so many precious stones pounded
+up to make a sea beach. On the north side only was there barrenness--
+for that seemed but a tongue of low land and black rock thrust straight
+out into the sea. But elsewhere it was a spectacle to impress a man;
+and I began, perhaps, to admit that Edmond Czerny had more than a
+crank's whim in his mind when he took little Ruth Bellenden to such a
+shore for her honeymoon. He had a fancy for wild places, said I, and
+this was the very spot for him. But Miss Ruth, who had always been one
+for the towns and cities and the bright things of life--what did she
+think of it? I should learn that, if she were ashore yonder. Now, we
+put straight in to the cove where the silver sand was, and no sooner
+was I ashore than I espied a rickety wooden ladder rising almost
+straight up to the cliff's head, which hereabouts was no more than
+sixty feet high. Neither man nor beast was on the beach, nor did I make
+out any sign of human habitation whatever. It was just a little sandy
+bay, lone and desolate; but directly I slipped out of the launch I
+discovered footprints leading to the ladder's foot, and I knew that men
+had gone up before me, that very morning it must be, seeing that the
+tide had ebbed and the sand was still wet. At another time I might have
+asked myself why nobody came out to meet us, and why there was no
+lookout for the island to hail a strange ship in the offing; but I was
+too eager to go ashore, and, for that matter, had my feet on the sand
+almost before the launch grounded.
+
+"Do you, Dolly, come up with me," said I; "the others will stand by to
+anchor until we come down again. If it's not in an hour, lads, go back
+and get your dinners; but look for me at sunset anyway, for I've no
+mind to sleep ashore, and that you may be sure of."
+
+They took the orders and pushed the launch off. Dolly and I ran up the
+crazy ladder and found ourselves at the cliff's head, but no better off
+in the matter of seeing than we had been before. True, the launch
+looked far down, like a toy ship in a big basin of blue water; we could
+distinguish the sword-fish reef, as the lad called it, and other reefs
+to the east and north, but the place we stood on was shut in by a black
+wood of teak and blue ebony, and, save for the rustling of the great
+leaves, we couldn't hear a sound. As for the path through the
+plantation, that was covered with long, rank grass, and some pit or
+other--I don't know what it was--gave a pungent, heavy odour which
+didn't suit a seaman's lungs. I was set against the place from the
+first--didn't like it, and told the lad as much.
+
+"Dolly," said I, "the sooner we have a ship's planking under our feet
+again the better for our constitutions. If there's a house in this
+locality, the ladder is the road to it, unless one of Peter Bligh's
+countrymen built it. Put your best foot foremost, my lad. We'll dine
+early if we don't lunch late."
+
+With this I struck the path through the wood and went straight on, not
+listening to the lad's chatter nor making any myself. The shade was
+welcome enough; there were pretty places for those that had eyes to see
+them--waterfalls splashing down from the moss-grown rocks above; little
+pools, dark and wonderfully blue; here and there a bit of green, which
+might have been the lawn of a country house. But of dwelling or of
+people I saw nothing, and to what the boy fancied that he saw I paid no
+heed.
+
+"You're dreaming it, young gentleman," said I, "for look now, who
+should be afraid of two unarmed seamen, and why should any honest man
+be ashamed to show his face? If there are men peeping behind the trees,
+well, let them peep, and good luck go with them. It doesn't trouble me,
+and I don't suppose it will take your appetite away. You aren't afraid
+of them, surely?"
+
+It was an unkind thing to have said, and the lad rightly turned upon
+me.
+
+"Why, sir," cried he, "I would never be afraid while I was with you."
+
+"Proudly put, my boy, and a compliment I won't forget. What sort of men
+did you say that they were?"
+
+"One was old, with a goat's beard. He wore ragged breeches and a
+seaman's blouse. I saw him directly we entered the wood. The others
+were up in the hills above the waterfall. They carried rifles."
+
+"Come, come, Dolly," exclaimed I. "Put them in Prussian blue at once,
+and fly the German ensign. Rifles in a place like this--and two unarmed
+strangers against them! Why should the rogues hide their beautiful
+faces? If they would know all about us, what's to prevent them? Do we
+look like highwaymen or honest fellows? Be sure, my lad, that the young
+lady I am going to see wouldn't have any blacklegs about her house.
+Ruth Bellenden's too clever for that. She'd send them about their
+business quick enough, as she's sent many a one when I was the skipper
+of her yacht. Did they tell you that, Dolly--that your skipper used to
+sail the smartest schooner-yacht that ever flew the ensign----"
+
+The boy looked up at me and admitted frankly that he knew something.
+
+"They said the young lady owned the Manhattan, sir. I never asked much
+about it. The men were fond of her, I believe."
+
+"Adored her, lad. She was the daughter of Rupert Bellenden, who made a
+mint of money by building the Western American Railroad, and afterwards
+in the steel way. He was drowned at sea when the Elbe went down. His
+son got the business, but the daughter took the house and fortune--at
+least, the best part of it. She was always a rare one for the sea, and
+owned a biggish boat in her father's time. When he died she bought the
+Manhattan, more's the pity, for it carried her to Mediterranean ports,
+and there she took up with the fiddler. He was a Chevalier or
+something, and could look a woman through and through. What money he
+had was made, the Lord knows where, not out of fiddling, I'll be bound,
+for his was no music to set the tongue lilting. He'd been in the
+Pacific a while, they say, and was a Jack-of-all-trades in America.
+That's how he came across these islands, you may imagine--slap in the
+sea-way to Yokohama as they are. There's been many a good ship ashore
+on Ken's Island, lad, believe me, and there'll be many another. 'Tis no
+likely place to bring a young wife to, and none but a madman would have
+done it."
+
+I told him all this just in a natural way, as one man speaking to
+another of something which troubled his mind. Not that he made much of
+it--how should he?--for there were a hundred things to look at, and his
+eyes were here and there and everywhere; now up at the great black
+rocks above us; now peering into a deep gorge, over which a little
+wooden bridge carried us, just for all the world like a scaffold thrown
+from tree to tree of the wood. It was a rare picture, I admit, and when
+we came out of the thicket at last and saw the lower island spread
+before us like a chart, with its fields of crimson flowers, its
+waterfalls, its bits of pasture, and its blue seas beyond, a man might
+well have stood to tell himself that Nature never made a fairer place.
+For my part, I began to believe again that Edmond Czerny knew what he
+was about when he built a house for Miss Ruth on such a spot; and I was
+just about to tell the lad as much when a man came running up the path
+and, hailing us in a loud voice, asked us where the devil we were going
+to--or something not more civil. And, at this, I brought to and looked
+him up and down and answered him as a seaman should.
+
+"To the devil yourself," said I; "what's that to do with you, and what
+may your name happen to be?"
+
+He was a big man, dressed in blue serge, with a peak cap and a seaman's
+blouse. He had a long brown beard and a pock-marked face, and he
+carried a spy-glass under his arm. He had come up from the grassy
+valley below--and there I first saw the roof of a low bungalow, and the
+gardens about it. That was Ruth's home, I said, and this fellow was one
+of Czerny's yacht hands.
+
+"Not so fast, not so fast," cried he; "do you know that this is private
+land, and you've no business ashore here?"
+
+"Why," says I, "haven't we come ashore to see you, my beauty, and
+doesn't the spectacle reward us? 'Bout ship," says I, "and have done
+with it. My business is with your mistress, whom I knew before your
+brother was hanged at 'Frisco."
+
+He swore a big oath at this, and, I do believe, was half of the mind to
+try which was the better man; but when he had looked down at the
+gardens of the bungalow, and a white figure was plainly to be seen
+there, he seemed to think better of it, and changed his tone entirely.
+
+"Avast," cries he, with a bit of a laugh, "you're one of the right
+sort, and no mistaking that! And where would you be from, and what
+would you be wanting here?" he asks, grown civil as a bagman with a bit
+of ribbon to sell.
+
+"Shipmate," says I, "if I'm one of the right sort, my port's
+Southampton and my flag's the ensign. Take me down to Mme. Czerny, whom
+I see among the flower-beds yonder, and you shall know enough about me
+in five minutes to bring the tears to your beautiful eyes. And come,"
+says I, chaffing him, "are there any girls in this bit of a paradise?
+If so," says I, "I should call 'em lucky when I look at you."
+
+Well, he took it sourly enough, but I could see he was mighty curious
+to hear more about me, and as we went down a winding path to the
+bungalow in the valley he put many questions to me, and I tried to
+answer them civilly. Like all seamen he had no silent wits of his own,
+and every word he thought, that he must speak.
+
+"The guv'nor's not here," he said; "gone to 'Frisco. Lucky for you, for
+he don't like strangers. Aye," he goes on, "he's a wonderful man for
+his own way; to be sure he is. You'll be aboard and away before sunset,
+or you might see him. Take my advice and put about. The shore's
+unwholesome," says he.
+
+"By the looks of you," says I, "you've nothing more than jaundice, and
+that I can put up with. As for your guv'nor, I remember him well when
+he and I did the light fandango together in European ports. He was
+always a wonder with the fiddle. My mistress could lead him like a
+pug-dog. I don't doubt she's a bit of a hand at it still."
+
+Now, this set him thinking, and he put two and two together, I suppose,
+and knew pretty well who I was.
+
+"You'll be Jasper Begg that sailed the lady's yacht Manhattan?" says
+he. "Well, I've heard of you often, and from her own lips. She'll be
+pleased to see you, right enough--though what the guv'nor might say is
+another matter. You see," he went on, "this same island is a paradise,
+sure as thunder; but it's lonely for women-kind, and your mistress, she
+don't take to it kindly. Not that she's complaining, or anything of
+that sort. A lady who has rings for her fingers and bells for her toes,
+and all real precious, same as any duchess might wear, she don't
+complain long. Why, my guv'nor could make his very teeth out of diamonds
+and not miss 'em, come to that! But his missus is always plaguing him
+to take her to Europe, and that game. As if he don't want a wife in his
+own home, and not in another man's, which is sense, Mister Begg, though
+it is spoke by a plain seaman."
+
+I said, "Aye, aye," and held my tongue, knowing that he would go on
+with it. We were almost down at the house now, and the cliffs stood
+like a great cloud of solid rock, above which a loom of smoke was
+floating. Dolly walked at my heels like a patient dog. My own feelings
+are not for me to tell. I was going to see Ruth Bellenden again. Why,
+she was there in yonder garden, and nothing between us but this great
+hulking yellow boy, who took to buttonholing me as a parson buttonholes
+his churchwarden when he wants a new grate in his drawing-room.
+
+"Now," says he, standing before me as one who had half a mind to block
+the road, "you be advised by me, Mister Begg, and cut this job short.
+Don't you be listening to a woman's parley, for it's all nonsense. I've
+done wrong to let you ashore, perhaps--perhaps I haven't; but, ashore
+or afloat, it's my business to see that the guv'nor's orders is carried
+out, and carried out they will be, one man or twenty agen 'em. Do you
+take a plain word or do you not, Mister Begg?"
+
+"I take whatever's going, and don't trouble about the sugar," says I;
+and then, putting him aside, I lifted the latch of the garden gate, and
+went in and saw Miss Ruth.
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES UP HIS MIND WHAT TO DO
+
+Now, she was sitting in the garden, in a kind of arbour built of
+leaves, and near by her was her relative, the rats'-tailed old lady we
+used to call Aunt Rachel. The pair didn't see me as I passed in, but a
+Chinese servant gave "Good-day" to the yellow man we'd picked up coming
+down; and, at that, Miss Ruth--for so I call her, not being able to get
+Mme. Czerny into my head--Miss Ruth, I say, stood up, and, the colour
+tumbling into her cheeks like the tide into an empty pool, she stood
+for all the world as though she were struck dumb and unable to say a
+word to any man. I, meanwhile, fingered my hat and looked foolish; for
+it was an odd kind of job to have come twelve thousand miles upon, and
+what to say to her with the hulking seaman at my elbow, the Lord
+forgive me if I knew.
+
+"Miss Ruth," says I at last, "I'm here according to orders, and the
+ship's here, and we're waiting for you to go aboard----"
+
+Well, she seemed to hear me like one who did not catch the meaning of
+it. I saw her put her hand to her throat as though something were
+choking her, and the old lady, the one we called Aunt Rachel, cried,
+"God bless me," two or three times together. But the yellow man was the
+next to speak, and he crossed right over to our Miss Ruth's side, and
+talked in her ear in a voice you could have heard up at the hills.
+
+"You'll not be going aboard to-day, lady. Why, what would the master
+have to say, he coming home from foreign parts and you not ashore to
+meet him? You didn't say nothing about any ship, not as I can remember,
+and mighty pleased the guv'nor will be when he knows about it. Shall I
+tell this party he'd better be getting aboard again, eh, ma'am? Don't
+you think as he'd better be getting aboard again?"
+
+He shouted this out for all the world like a man hailing from one ship
+to another. I don't know what put it into my head, but I knew from that
+moment that my mistress was afraid, aye, deadly afraid, as it is given
+few to fear in this life. Not that she spoke of it, or showed it by any
+sign a stranger might have understood; but there was a look in her eyes
+which was clear to me; "and by my last word," said I to myself, "I'll
+know the truth this day, though there be one or a hundred yellow boys!"
+None the less, I held my tongue as a wise man should, and what I said
+was spoken to the party with the beard.
+
+"You've a nice soft voice for a nightingale, that you have," says I;
+"if you'd let yourself out for a fog-horn to the Scilly Isles, you'd go
+near to make your fortune! Is the young lady deaf that you want to bawl
+like a harbour-master? Easy, my man," says I, "you'll hurt your
+beautiful throat."
+
+Well, he turned round savage enough, but my mistress, who had stood all
+the while like a statue, spoke now for the first time, and holding out
+both her hands to me, she cried:
+
+"Oh, Captain Begg, Captain Begg, is it you at last, to walk right here
+like this? I can't believe it," she said; "I really can't believe it!"
+
+"Why, that's so," said I, catching her American accent, which was the
+prettiest thing you ever heard; "I'm on the way to 'Frisco, and I put
+in here according to my promise. My ship's out yonder, Miss Ruth, and
+there's some aboard that knows you--Peter Bligh and Mister Jacob; and
+this one, this is little Dolly Venn," said I, presenting him, "though
+he'll grow bigger by-and-bye."
+
+With this I pushed the boy forward, and he, all silly and blushing as
+sailors will be when they see a pretty woman above their station--he
+took her hand and heaved it like a pump-handle; while old Aunt Rachel,
+the funny old woman in the glasses, she began to talk a lot of nonsense
+about seamen, as she always did, and for a minute or two we might have
+been a party of friends met at a street corner.
+
+"I'm glad to find you well, Captain Begg," said she. "Such a dangerous
+life, too, the mariner's. I always pity you poor fellows when you climb
+the rattlesnakes on winter's nights."
+
+"Ratlins, you mean, ma'am," said I, "though for that matter, a syllable
+or two don't count either way. And I hope you're not poorly, ma'am, on
+this queer shore."
+
+"I like the island," says she, solemn and stiff-like; "my dear nephew
+is an eccentric, but we must take our bread as we find it on this
+earth, Mister Begg, and thankful for it too. Poor Ruth, now, she is
+dreadfully distressed and unhappy; but I tell her it will all come
+right in the end. Let her be patient a little while and she will have
+her own way. She wants for nothing here--she has every comfort. If her
+husband chooses such a home for her, she must submit. It is our duty to
+submit to our husbands, captain, as the catechism teaches us."
+
+"Aye, when you've got 'em," thought I, but I nodded my head to the old
+lady, and turned to my mistress, who was now speaking to me.
+
+"You'll lunch here; why, yes, captain--you mustn't find us
+inhospitable, even if you leave us at once. Mr. Denton, will you please
+to tell them that Captain Begg lunches with me--as soon as possible?"
+
+She turned to the yellow man to give him the order; but there was no
+mistaking the look which passed between them, saying on her side:
+"Allow me to do this," on his, "You will suffer for it afterwards." But
+he went up to the veranda of the house right enough, and while he was
+bawling to the cook, I spoke the first plain word to Mme. Czerny.
+
+"Mistress," I said, "the ship's there--shall we go or stay?"
+
+I had meant it to be the plain truth between us; on her part the
+confession whether she needed me or did not; on mine the will to serve
+her whatever might happen to me. To my dying day, I shall never forget
+her answer.
+
+"Go," she said, so low that it was little more than a whisper, "but,
+oh, for God's sake, Jasper Begg, come back to me again."
+
+I nodded my head and turned the talk. The man Denton, the one with the
+yellow beard (rated as Kess Denton on the island), was back at my side
+almost before she had finished. The old lady began to talk about
+"curling-spikes" and "blue Saint Peters," and how much the anchor
+weighed, and all that sort of blarney which she thought ship-shape and
+suited to a poor sailor-man's understanding. I told her a story of a
+shark that swallowed a missionary and his hymn-book, and always swam
+round our ship at service times afterwards--and that kept her thinking
+a bit. As for little Dolly Venn, he couldn't keep his eyes off Miss
+Ruth--and I didn't wonder, for mine went that way pretty often. Aye,
+she had changed, too, in those twelve months that had passed since last
+I saw her, the prettiest bride that ever held out a finger for a ring
+in the big church at Nice. Her cheeks were all fallen away and flushed
+with a colour which was cruelly unhealthy to see. The big blue eyes,
+which I used to see full of laughter and a young girl's life, were
+ringed round with black, and pitiful when they looked at you. The hair
+parted above the forehead, as it always was, and brought down in curls
+above her little ears, didn't seem to me so full of golden threads as
+it used to be. But it was good to hear her plucky talk, there at the
+dinner-table, when she chattered away like some sweet-singing bird, and
+Dolly couldn't turn away his eyes, and the yellow boy stood, sour and
+savage, behind her chair, and threw out hints for me to sheer off which
+might have moved the Bass Rock. Not that he need have troubled himself,
+for I had made up my mind already what to do; and no sooner was the
+food stowed away than I up and spoke about the need of getting on
+again, and such like. And with that I said "Good-bye" to Mistress Ruth
+and "Good-bye" to the old woman, and had a shot left in my locker for
+the yellow boy, which I don't doubt pleased him mightily.
+
+"Good luck to you," says I; "if you'd a wisp of your hair, I'd put it
+in my locket and think of you sometimes. When you want anything from
+London you just shout across the sea and we'll be hearing you.
+Deadman's Horn is nothing to you," said I; "you'd scare a ship out of
+the sea, if you wasn't gentle to her."
+
+Mind you, I said all this as much to put him off as anything else, for
+I'd been careful enough to blab no word about the Southern Cross being
+Miss Ruth's very own ship, nor about her orders that we should call at
+Ken's Island; and I knew that when a man's angry at what you say to him
+he doesn't think much of two and two making four, but as often as not
+makes them eight or ten. May-be, said I, he'll make it out that I'm on
+a tramp bound for 'Frisco and have touched here on the way--and
+certainly he won't look for my coming back again once he sees our smoke
+on the sky-line. Nor was I wrong. My mistress was to tell me that much
+before twelve hours had passed.
+
+And so it was that I said "Good-bye" to her, she standing at the
+garden-gate with a brave smile upon her pretty face, and the yellow man
+behind her like a savage dog that is afraid to bite, but has all the
+mind to. At the valley's head I turned about, and she was still there,
+looking up wistfully to the hills we trod. Thrice I waved my hand to
+her, and thrice she answered, and then together, the lad and I, we
+entered the dark wood and saw her no more.
+
+"Your best leg forward, lad," said I to him, "and mum's the word.
+There's work to do on the ship, and work ashore for a woman's sake. Are
+you game for that, Dolly--are you game, my boy?"
+
+Well, he didn't answer me. Some one up in the black gorge above fired a
+rifle just as I spoke; and the bullet came singing down like a bird on
+the wing. Not a soul could I see, not a sound could I hear when the
+rolling echoes had passed away. It was just the silence of the thicket
+and of the great precipices which headed it--a silence which might
+freeze a man's heart because the danger which threatened him was
+hidden.
+
+"Crouch low to the rocks, lad, and go easy," cried I, when my wits came
+back again; "that's a tongue it doesn't do to quarrel with. The dirty
+skunks--to fire on unarmed men! But we'll return it, Dolly; as I live
+I'll fire a dozen for every one they send us."
+
+"Return it, sir," says he; "but aren't you going aboard?"
+
+"Aye," says I, "and coming back again like drift on an open sea. Now
+let me see you skip across that bridge, and no mistake about it."
+
+He darted across the chasm's bridge like a chamois. I followed him
+quick and clumsy. If my heart was in my mouth--well, let that pass. Not
+for my own sake did I fear mortal man that day, but for the sake of a
+woman whose very life I believed to be in danger.
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+WE GO ABOARD, BUT RETURN AGAIN
+
+We made the ship safely when twenty minutes were passed, and ten
+minutes later, Mister Jacob and Peter Bligh were in my cabin with me.
+
+"Lads," I said, for it was not a day when a man picked his talk;
+"lads," said I, "this ship goes full steam ahead for 'Frisco, and
+you'll be wanting to know the reason why. Well, that's right and
+proper. Let me tell you that she's steaming to 'Frisco because it's the
+shortest way to Ken's Island."
+
+They looked queer at this, but my manner kept them silent. Every man
+aboard the Southern Cross had heard the gun fired up in the hills, and
+every one knew that Dolly Venn and the skipper had raced for their
+lives to the water's edge. "What next?" they asked; and I meant to tell
+them.
+
+"Yes," said I, "the shortest way to Ken's Island, and no mistake about
+it. For what does a man do when he sees some one in a house and the
+front door's slammed in his face? Why, he goes to the back door
+certainly, and for choice when the night's dark and the blinds are
+down. That's what I'm going to do this night, lads, for the sake of a
+bit of a girl you and I would sail far to serve."
+
+They said, "Aye, aye," and drew their chairs closer. The men had been
+piped down to dinner, but Peter Bligh forgot his, and that was
+extraordinary peculiar in him. Mister Jacob took snuff as though it
+were chocolate powder, and the whole of a man spoke from his little
+eyes.
+
+"Listen," said I, beginning to tell them what you know already, "here
+have we sailed twelve thousand miles at Ruth Bellenden's order, and how
+does she receive us? Why, with a nod she might give a neighbour going
+by in the street----"
+
+"They not being on speaking terms except in church," put in Peter
+Bligh.
+
+"Or she wishing him to get on with his business," said Mister Jacob,
+"and not to gossip when there was work to do."
+
+"Be that as it may," I ran on, "the facts are as plain to me as eight
+bells for noon. Ruth Bellenden's married to a foreigner who's next door
+to a madman. Why, look at it--what was the only word she had the time
+or the chance to say? 'For God's sake, come back, Jasper Begg,' says
+she. And what am I going to do upon that, gentlemen? Why, I'm going
+back, so help me heaven, this very night to learn her trouble."
+
+"And to bring her aboard where she could tell it on a fair course, so
+to speak. You'll do that, sir?"
+
+"The night will show what I shall do, Mister Jacob. Was there ever such
+a story? A man to marry the best creature that ever put on a pretty
+bonnet, and to carry her to a god-forsaken shore like this! And to
+ill-treat her there! Aye, that's it. If ever a woman's eyes spoke to
+me of hard treatment, it was Ruth Bellenden's this morning. She's some
+trouble, lads, some dreadful trouble. She doesn't even speak of it to
+me. The yellow boy I've made mention of stood by her all the time. We
+talked like two that pass by on the ocean. Who'll gainsay that it was
+an unnatural thing? No mortal man can, with reason!"
+
+"Aye, there's precious little reason in it, by what I make out,
+captain. You'll know more when the young lady's aboard here----"
+
+"And the yellow boy's head has a bump on the top of it, like the knob
+what used to hang down from my mother's chandelay--but that's idle
+talking. What time do you put her about to go ashore, sir?"
+
+I was glad to see them coming to it like this, and I fell to the plan
+without further parley.
+
+"A fair question and a fair answer," said I; "this ship goes about at
+eight bells, Peter. To Mister Jacob here I trust the safety of the good
+fellows who go ashore with me. If we can bring the mistress aboard
+to-night, well and good, we've done the best day's work we ever set our
+hands to. If not, that work must rest until tomorrow night, or the
+night after or the night after that. Eight days from now if it happens
+that nothing is heard from the land and no news of us, well, the course
+is plain. In that case it will be full steam ahead to 'Frisco, and from
+there a cable to Kenrick Bellenden, and the plain intimation that his
+sister has pretty bad need of him on Ken's Island."
+
+"And of an American warship, if one is forthcoming."
+
+"It may be, Mister Jacob; it may be that, though the devils ashore
+there are the only ones that could tell you that. But you're a man of
+understanding, and your part will be done. I rely upon you as between
+shipmates."
+
+He took a pinch of snuff, and flapping his coat-tails (for he was
+always rigged out in the naval officer way) he answered what I wished.
+
+"As between shipmates, I will do my duty," said he.
+
+"I knew it; I've known it from the beginning," said I. "What's left
+when you've done is the shore part, and that's not so easy. Peter
+Bligh's coming, and I couldn't well leave Dolly on board. Give me our
+hulking carpenter, Seth Barker, and I'll lighten the ship no more.
+We're short-handed as it is. And, besides, if four won't serve, then
+forty would be no better. What we can do yonder, wits, and not
+revolvers, must bring about. But I'll not go with sugar-sticks, you
+take my word for it, and any man that points a gun at me will wish he'd
+gone shooting sheep."
+
+"Aye, aye, to that," cried Peter, who was ever a man for a fight; "the
+shooting first and the civil words after. That's sense and no blarney.
+When my poor father was tried at Swansea, his native place, for hitting
+an Excise man with a ham----"
+
+"Mr. Bligh," cried I, "'tis not with hams you'll be hitting folks
+yonder, take my word for it. This job may find us on a child's errand
+or it may find us doing men's work. Eight bells on the first watch will
+tell the whole of the story. Until that time I shall hold my tongue
+about it, but I don't go ashore as I go to a picnic, and I don't make a
+boast about what I may presently cry out about."
+
+Well, they were both of my way of thinking, and when we'd talked a
+little more about it, and I'd opened the arm-chest and looked over the
+few guns and pistols we'd got there, and we'd called the lad Dolly down
+and promised him that he should come with us, and the men had been
+given to understand that the skipper was to go ashore by-and-bye on an
+important business, Peter and the others went to their dinner and I
+took my turn on the bridge. The swell was running strongly then, and
+the wind blew fresh from the north-east. We'd lost all sight of the
+island, and spoke but one ship, a small mail steamer from Santa Cruz
+bound for the Yellow Sea, which signalled us "All well" at six bells in
+the afternoon watch. From that time I went dead slow and began to bring
+the Southern Cross about. The work was begun that very hour, I always
+say.
+
+Now, I've told all this, short and brief, and with no talk of my own
+about it. The thing had come so sudden, I knew so little of Ruth
+Bellenden's trouble or of what had befallen her on the island, that I
+was like a man in the dark groping blindly, yet set on hearing the
+truth. As for the crew, well, you may be sure that Dolly Venn had put
+his side of the story about, and when they knew that my mistress was
+ashore there and in some danger, I believe they'd have put me in irons
+if I'd so much as spoken of going back.
+
+Risky it was, so much I won't deny; but who wouldn't risk more than his
+own paltry skin to save a woman in trouble, and she, so to speak, a
+shipmate? There was not a man aboard, stake my life, who wouldn't have
+gone to the land willingly for Ruth Bellenden's sake though he'd been
+told, sure and certain, that Ken's Island must be his grave. And we'd
+always the ship, mind you, and the knowledge that she would go to
+'Frisco to get us help. A fool's hope, I say now. For how could we know
+that the Southern Cross would be at the bottom of the sea, a thousand
+fathoms down, before the week was run? We couldn't know it; yet that
+was what happened, and that is why no help came to us.
+
+We had put the ship about at six bells in the afternoon watch, but it
+was eight bells in the second dog (the night being too clear for my
+liking and a full moon showing bright in the sky) that we sighted Ken's
+Island for the second time, and for the second time prepared to go
+ashore. The longboat was ready by this time, her barrels full of water
+and her lockers full of biscuit. Such arms as we were to carry were
+partly stowed in water-proof sheeting--the rifles, and the cartridges
+for them; but the revolvers we carried, and a good Sheffield knife a
+man, which we weren't going to cut potatoes with. For the rest, I made
+them put in a few stout blankets, and more rations than might have
+served for such a trip. "Good beginnings make good endings," said I;
+"what we haven't need of, lads, we can carry aboard again. The
+longboat's back won't ache, be sure of it."
+
+All this, I say, was done when the moon showed us the island like a
+great barren rock rising up sheer from the sea. And when it was done,
+Mister Jacob called my attention to something which in the hurry of
+shore-going I might never have seen at all or thought about. It was
+nothing less than this--that their fool's beacon was out to-night, and
+all the sea about it as black as ink. Whoever set up the light, then,
+did not use it for a seaman's benefit, but for his own whim. I reckoned
+up the situation at a glance, and even at that early stage I began to
+know the terrible meaning of it.
+
+"Mister Jacob," said I, "those that keep that beacon are either fools
+or knaves."
+
+"Or both, sir," said he.
+
+"Which one is the own brother to the other. Aye, captain, 'tis lucky
+ye've the parish lantern, as my poor father used to say when----"
+
+But Peter Bligh never finished it that night. The words were still in
+his mouth when a rocket shot up over the sea and bursting in a cloud of
+gold-blue sparks, cast a weird, cold light upon rock and reef and all
+that troubled sea. And as the rocket fell our big carpenter, Seth
+Barker, standing aft by the hatch, cries out,
+
+"Ship ashore! Ship ashore, by----!"
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+STRANGE SIGHTS ASHORE, AND WHAT WE SAW OF THEM
+
+Now, when Seth Barker cried out that a ship was ashore on the dangerous
+reefs to the northward of the main island, it is not necessary to tell
+you what we, a crew of British seamen, were called upon to do. The
+words were scarcely spoken before I had given the order, "Stand by the
+boats," and sent every man to his station. Excited the hands were, that
+I will not deny; excited and willing enough to tell you about it if
+you'd asked them; but no man among them opened his lips, and while they
+stood there, anxious and ready, I had my glass to my eye and tried to
+make out the steamer and what had befallen her. Nor was Mister Jacob
+behind me, but he and Peter Bligh at my side, we soon knew the truth
+and made up our minds about it.
+
+"There's a ship on the reef, sure enough, and by the cut of her she's
+the Santa Cruz we spoke this afternoon," said Mr. Jacob, and added, "a
+dangerous shore, sir, a dangerous shore."
+
+"But full of kind-hearted people that fire their guns at poor
+shipwrecked mariners," put in Peter Bligh. I wouldn't believe him at
+first, but there was no denying it, awful truth that it was, when a few
+minutes had passed.
+
+"Good God," cried I, "it can't be so, Peter, and yet that's a rifle's
+tongue, or I've lost my hearing."
+
+Well, we all stood together and listened as men listen for some poor
+creature's death-cry, or the sounds which come in the stillness of the
+night to affright and unnerve us. Sure enough, you couldn't have
+counted ten before the report of guns was heard distinctly above the
+distant roar of breakers; while flashes of crimson light, playing about
+the reef, seemed to tell the whole story without another word from me.
+
+"Those devils ashore are shooting the crew," cried I; "did man ever
+hear such bloody work? I'll have a reckoning for this, if it takes me
+twenty years. Lower away the boats, lads; I'm going to dance to that
+music."
+
+They swung the two longboats out on the davits, and the port crew were
+in their seats, when Mister Jacob touched my arm and questioned my
+order--a thing I haven't known him to do twice in ten years.
+
+"Beg pardon, sir," said he, "but there's no boat that will help the
+Santa Cruz to-night."
+
+"And why, Mister Jacob--why do you say that?"
+
+"Because she's gone where neither you nor I wish to go yet awhile,
+Mister Begg."
+
+I stood as though he had shot me, and clapping my glass to my eye I
+took another look towards the northern reef and the ship that was
+stranded there. But no ship was to be seen. She had disappeared in a
+twinkling; the sea had swallowed her up. And over the water, as an
+eerie wail, lasting and doleful, came the death-cries of those who
+perished with her.
+
+"God rest their poor souls and punish them that sent them there," said
+Peter Bligh fervently; but Mister Jacob was still full of his prudent
+talk.
+
+"We're four miles out, and the moon will be gone in ten minutes, sir.
+You couldn't make the reef if you tried, and if you could, you'd find
+none living. This sea would best the biggest boat that ever a ship
+carried--it will blow harder in an hour, and what then? We've friends
+of our own to serve, and the door that Providence opens we've no right
+to shut. I say nothing against humanity, Captain Begg, but I wouldn't
+hunt the dead in the water when I could help the living ashore."
+
+I saw his point in a moment, and had nothing to say against it. No
+small boat could have lived in the reefs about the northern end of the
+island with the sea that was running that night. If the devils who
+fired down upon the poor fellows of the Santa Cruz were still watching
+like vultures for human meat, fair argument said, the main island would
+be free of them for us to go ashore as we pleased. A better opportunity
+might not be found for a score of months. I never blame myself, least
+of all now, when I know Ruth Bellenden's story, that I listened that
+night to the clearheaded wisdom of Anthony Jacob.
+
+"You're right, as always, Mister Jacob. I've no call to take these good
+fellows on a fool's errand. And it's going to blow hard, as you say.
+We'll take in one of the boats, and those that are for the shore will
+make haste to get aboard the other."
+
+This I said to him, but to the men I put it in a few seaman's words.
+
+"Lads," I said, "no boat that Southampton ever built could swim in
+yonder tide where it makes between the reefs. We'd like to help
+shipmates, but the chance is not ours. There's another little shipmate
+ashore there that needs our help pretty badly. I'm going in for her
+sake, and there's not a man of you that will not do his duty by the
+ship when I'm gone. Aye, you'll stand by Mister Jacob, lads, I may tell
+him that?"
+
+They gave me a rousing cheer, which was a pretty foolish thing to have
+done, and it took all my voice to silence them. Lucky for us, there was
+a cloud over the moon now, and darkness like a black vapour upon the
+sea. Not a lamp burned on the Southern Cross; not a cabin window but
+had its curtain. What glow came from her funnel was not more than a
+hazy red light over the waters; and when five of us (for we took Harry
+Doe to stand by ashore) stepped into the longboat, and set her head due
+west for the land, we lost the steamer in five minutes--and, God knows,
+we were never to see her again on the high seas or off.
+
+Now, I have said that the wind had begun to blow fresh since sunset,
+and at two bells in the first watch, the time we left the ship, the sea
+ran high, and it was not oversafe even in the longboat to be cruising
+for a shore we knew so little about. I have always accounted it more
+good luck than good seamanship which brought us to the cove at last,
+and set us all, wet but cheerful, on the dry, white sand about the
+ladder's foot. There was shelter in the bay both for man and ship, and
+when we'd dragged the longboat up on the beach we gave Harry Doe his
+orders and left him to his duty.
+
+"If there's danger fire your gun," said I--"once, if you wish to call
+us; twice, if you think we should stand off. But you won't do that
+unless things are at the worst, and I'm hoping for the best, when you
+won't do it at all."
+
+He answered, "Aye, aye," in a whisper which was like a bear's growl;
+and we four, Peter Bligh, Seth Barker, and the lad Dolly, besides
+myself, climbed the ladder like cats and stood at the cliff's head. To
+say that our hearts were in our mouths would not be strict truth, for I
+never feared any man, beast, or devil yet; and I wasn't going to begin
+that night--nor were the others more ready, that I will answer for
+them. But remembering the things we had seen on the reef, the words
+which Ruth Bellenden had spoken to me, and that which happened to the
+lad and myself last time we came ashore; remembering this, it's not to
+be wondered at that our hearts beat a bit quicker, and that our hands
+went now and again to the pistols we carried. For, just think of
+it--there we were at nine o'clock of a dark night, in a thick wood,
+with the trees making ghosts about us, and the path as narrow as a
+ship's plank, and no knowledge who walked the woods with us, nor any
+true reckoning of our circumstance. What man wouldn't have held his
+tongue at such a time, or argued with himself that it might end badly,
+and he never see the sun again? Not Jasper Begg, as I bear witness.
+
+Now, I put myself at the head of our fellows and, the better to find
+the track, I went down on my hands and my knees like a four-footed
+thing, and signalling to those behind with a bosun's whistle, I led
+them well enough through the wood to the wicker-basket bridge; and
+would have gone on from there straight down to the house but for
+something which happened at the clearing of the thicket, just as I
+stood up to bid the men go over. Startling it was, to be sure, and
+enough to give any man a turn; nor did I wonder that Peter Bligh should
+have cried out as he did when first he clapped eyes upon it.
+
+"Holy Mother of Music," says he, "'tis the angels singing, or I'm a
+dirty nigger!"
+
+"Hold your tongue," says I, in a whisper; "are you afraid of two young
+women, then?"
+
+"Of three," says he, "which being odd is lucky. When my poor
+father----"
+
+"To hell with your father," says I; "hold your tongue and wait."
+
+He lay low at this, and the rest of us gaped, open-mouthed, as though
+we were staring at a fairy-book. There, before us, coming down from the
+black rocks above, leaping from step to step of the stone, were three
+young girls; but, aye, the queerest sort that ever tantalized a man
+with their prettiness. You may well ask, the night being inky dark, how
+we managed to see them at all; but let me tell you that they carried
+good rosin torches in their hands, and the wild light, all gold and
+crimson against the rocks, shone as bright as a ship's flare and as
+far. Never have I seen such a thing, I say, and never shall. There were
+the three of them, like young deer on a bleak hillside, singing and
+laughing and leaping down, and, what's more, speaking to each other in
+an odd lingo, with here a word of French and there a word of German,
+and after that something that was beyond me and foreign to my
+understanding.
+
+"God be good to me--saw man ever such a sight? And the dress of 'em,
+the dress of 'em," whispers Peter Bligh. But I clapped my hand upon his
+mouth and stopped him that time.
+
+"The dress is all right," said I; "what I'm wondering is how three of
+that sort came in such a place as this. And well born too, well born,
+or I don't know the meaning of the term!"
+
+They were pretty creatures and their dress was like the rest of them.
+Short skirts all looped and filled with flowers, toggery above cut out
+of some white skin, with caps to match and their hair falling in big
+ramping curls about it--they were for all the world like the dancers
+you see at a stage play and just as active. And to hear their voices,
+sweet and musical, floating from ravine to ravine like a choir singing
+in a place of echoes, aye that was something you might not soon forget.
+But what they were doing in such a place, or how they came there, the
+Lord above alone knew, and not a plain seaman like Jasper Begg.
+
+
+[Illustration: Like dancers at a stage play.]
+
+
+"What are they saying, Peter--what do you make of it?" I asked him,
+under my breath.
+
+"'Tis the French lingo," says he, foolish-like, "and if it's not that,
+'tis the German--leastwise no Christian man that I know of could
+distinguish between 'em."
+
+"Peter," says I, "that's what you learn in the asylum. 'Tis no more the
+French lingo than your own. Why, hearken to it."
+
+Well, he listened, and soon we heard a pretty echo from the valley, for
+they'd gone down towards the gardens now; and one word repeated often
+had as nice a touch of music as I remember hearing. It was just this:
+"Rosamunda--munda--munda," and you can't think how fresh the young
+voice sounded in that lonely place, or what a chill it gave a man when
+he remembered the devils over at the reef and what they'd done to the
+crew of the Santa Cruz. I do believe to this day that our fellows
+imagined they'd seen nothing more nor less than an apparition out of
+the black rocks above them; and it wasn't until I'd spoken to them in
+good honest English that I got them to go on again.
+
+"Flesh or spirit, that's not a lot to whiten a man's gills," cried I;
+"why, thunder, Peter Bligh, you're big enough to put 'em all in your
+pocket, and soft enough they'd lie when they got there. Do you mean to
+tell me," I asked him, "that four hale and strong men are to be
+frightened out of their wits by three pretty girls?--and you a
+religious man, too, Peter! Why, I'm ashamed of you, that I am, lads,
+right down ashamed of you!"
+
+They plucked up at this, and Peter he made haste to excuse himself.
+
+"If they was Christian men with knives in their hands," says he, "I'd
+put up a bit of a prayer, and trust to the Lord to shoot 'em; but them
+three's agen all reason, at this time of night in such a lone place."
+
+"Go on with you, Peter," chimes in Dolly Venn; "three ripping little
+girls, and don't I wish they'd ask me in to tea! Why, look, they're
+down by the house now, and somebody with them, though whether it's a
+man or a woman I really don't pretend to say."
+
+"I'm derned if I don't think it's a lion," says Seth Barker, asking my
+pardon for the liberty.
+
+We all stood still at this, for we were on the hillside just above the
+house now; and down on the fair grass-way below us we espied the three
+little girls with their torches still burning, and they as deep in talk
+with a stranger as a man might have been with his own mother. A more
+remarkable human being than the one these little ladies had happened
+upon I don't look to see again the world around. Man or lion--God
+forgive me if I know what to call him. He'd hair enough, shaggy hair
+curling about his shoulders, to have stuffed a feather bed. His dress
+was half man's, half woman's. He'd a tattered petticoat about his legs,
+a seaman's blouse for his body, and a lady's shawl above that upon his
+shoulders--his legs were bare as a barked tree, and what boots he had
+should have been in the rag-shop. More wonderful still was it to
+see the manner of the young ladies towards him--for I shall always
+call them that--they petted him and fondled him, and one put a mock
+crown of roses on his head. Then, with that pretty song of theirs,
+"Rosamunda--munda--munda," they all ran off together towards the
+northern shore and left us in the darkness, as surprised a party of
+men as you'll readily meet with.
+
+"Well," says Peter Bligh, and he was the first among us to speak,
+"yon's a nice shipmate to speak on a quiet road. So help me thunder,
+but I wouldn't pass round the tin for him in a beauty show, no, not
+much! Did ye see the hair of him, captain--did ye see the hair?"
+
+"And the girls kissing him as though he were Apollo," cries Dolly Venn,
+who, I don't doubt, would have done the kissing willingly himself. But
+I hushed their talk, and without more ado I went straight down to Ruth
+Bellenden's house. All the strange things we'd seen and heard, the
+uncanny sights, the firing on the reef, the wild man ashore, the little
+girls from the hills--all these, I say, began to tell me my mistress's
+story as a written book might never have done. "She's need of me," I
+said, "sore need; and by God's help I'll bring her out of this place
+before to-morrow's sun."
+
+For how should I know what long days must pass before I was to leave
+Ken's Island again?
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+JASPER BEGG MEETS HIS OLD MISTRESS, AND IS WATCHED
+
+I had made up my mind to take every proper precaution before going up
+to the house where my mistress lived; and with caution in my head I
+left Seth Barker, the carpenter, up on the hill path, while I set Peter
+Bligh at the gate of the garden, and posted Dolly Venn round at the
+northern side, where the men who had looted the Santa Cruz might be
+looked for with any others that I had no knowledge of. When this was
+done, and they understood that they were to fire a gun if the need
+arose, I opened the wicket-gate and crept up the grass path for all the
+world like an ill-visaged fellow who had no true business there. Not a
+sound could I hear in all that place; not a dog barked, nor a human
+voice spoke. Even the wind came fitful and gusty about the sheltered
+house; and so quiet was it between the squalls that my own footfall
+almost could scare me. For, you see, a whisper spoken at the wrong time
+might have undone all--a clumsy step have cost us more than a man cared
+to count. We were but four, and, for all I know, there might have been
+four hundred on Ken's Island. You don't wonder therefore, if I asked
+myself at times whether to-morrow's sun would find us living or what
+our misfortune might spell for one I had come so far to serve.
+
+It was very dark in the garden, as I have told you, but two of the
+windows in the house were lighted up and two golden rings of light
+thrown out upon the soft grass I trod. I stood a long time debating
+which window to knock open--for it was a fearful lottery, I must
+say--and when I'd turned it over and over in my head, and now made out
+that it was this window and now plumped for the other, I took up a
+pebble at last and cast it upon the pane nearest to the door--for that
+seemed to me the more likely room, and I'd nothing else but common
+sense to guide me. You may judge of my feelings when no notice was
+taken of my signal except by a dog, which began to yap like a pup and
+to make such a scare that I thought every window and every door must
+be opened that very instant and as many men out on top of me. I said,
+surely, that it was all up with Jasper Begg that journey; but odd to
+tell it, the dog gave over at last, and no one showed himself, neither
+was there any whistle from my company; and I was just making ready to
+throw another stone when the second light was turned out all of a
+sudden and, the long window being opened, Ruth Bellenden--or, to be
+more correct, Mme. Czerny--herself came out into the garden, and stood
+looking round about as though she knew that I was there and had been
+waiting for me. When at last she saw me she didn't speak or make any
+sign, but going about to the house again she held the window open for
+me, and I passed into the dark room with her, and there held her hand
+in mine, I do believe as though I would never let it go again.
+
+"Jasper," says she, in a whisper that was pretty as the south wind in
+springtime; "Jasper Begg, how could it be any one else! Oh, we must
+light a candle, Jasper Begg," says she, "or we shall lose ourselves in
+the dark."
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "light or dark, I'm here according to my orders,
+and the ship's here, and as I said to you before the yellow boy to-day,
+we're waiting for our mistress to go aboard."
+
+She had her back to me when I said this, and was busy enough drawing
+the curtains and lighting the lamp again. The light showed me that she
+wore a rich black gown with fluffy stuff over it, and a bit of a
+sparkle in the way of diamonds like a band across her parted hair. The
+face was deceiving, now lighted up by one of the old smiles, now hard
+set as one who had suffered much for her years. But there was nothing
+over-womanish in her talk, and we two thrashed it out there, just the
+same as if Ken's Island wasn't full of devils, and the lives of me and
+my men worth what a spin of the coin might buy them at.
+
+"You mustn't call me Miss Ruth," says she, when she turned from the
+lamp and tidied up her writing on the table; "of course you know that,
+Jasper Begg. And you at my wedding, too--is it really not more than
+twelve long months ago?"
+
+A sigh passed her lips, such a sigh as tells a woman's story better
+than all the books; and in that moment the new look came upon her face,
+the look I had seen when the yellow man changed words with her in the
+morning.
+
+"It's thirteen months three weeks since you went up with Mr. Czerny to
+the cathedral at Nice," was my next word; "the days go slow on this
+out-of-the-way shore, I'll be bound--until our friends come, Miss Ruth,
+until we're sure they haven't forgotten us."
+
+
+I had a meaning in this, and be sure she took it. Not that she answered
+me out and away as I wished; for she put on the pretty air of wife and
+mistress who wouldn't tell any of her husband's secrets.
+
+"Why, yes," she said, very slowly, "the days are long and the nights
+longer, and, of course, my husband is much away from here."
+
+I nodded my head and drew the chair she'd offered me close to the
+table. On her part she was looking at the clock as though she wished
+that the hands of it might stand still. I read it that we hadn't much
+time to lose, and what we had was no time for fair words.
+
+"Miss Ruth," says I, without more parley, "from what I've seen to-night
+I don't doubt that any honest man would be glad to get as far as he
+could from Ken's Island and its people at the first opportunity. You'll
+pardon what a plain seaman is going to say, and count him none the less
+a friend for saying it. When you left money in the banker's hands to
+commission a ship and bring her to this port, your words to me were, 'I
+may have need of you.' Miss Ruth, you have need of me--I should be no
+more than a fool if I couldn't see that. You have sore need of me, and
+if you won't say so for yourself, I take leave to say it for you."
+
+She raised a hand as though she would not hear me--but I was on a clear
+course now, and I held to it in spite of her.
+
+"Yes," I said, "you've need of your friends to-night, and it's a lucky
+wind that brought them to this shore. What has passed, Miss Ruth, in
+these months you speak of, it's not for me to ask or inquire. I have
+eyes in my head, and they show me what I would give my fortune not to
+see. You're unhappy here, Miss Ruth--you're not treated well."
+
+I waited for her to speak; but not a word would she say. White she was,
+as a flower from her own garden, and once or twice she shivered as
+though the cold had struck her. I was just going on to speak again,
+when what should happen but that her little head went down on the table
+and she began to sob as though her heart would break.
+
+"Oh, Jasper Begg, how I have suffered, how I have suffered!" said she,
+between her sobs; and what could I do, what could any man do who would
+kiss the ground a woman walks upon but has no right or title to? Why,
+hold his tongue, of course, though it hurt him cruelly to do any such
+thing.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, very foolish, "please don't think of that now. I'm
+here to help you, the ship's here, we're waiting for you to go aboard."
+
+She dried her tears and tried to look up at me with a smile.
+
+"Oh, I'm just a child, just a child again, Jasper," cries she; "a year
+ago I thought myself a woman, but that's all passed. And I shall never
+go away on your ship, Jasper Begg--never, never. I shall die on Ken's
+Island as so many have died."
+
+I stood up at this and pointed to the clock.
+
+"Little friend," I said, "if you'll put a cloak about your shoulders
+and leave this house with me I'll have you safe aboard the Southern
+Cross in twenty minutes by that clock, as God is my witness."
+
+It was no boast--for that I could have done as any seaman knows; and
+you may well imagine that I stood as a man struck dumb when I had her
+answer.
+
+"Why, yes," she said, "you could put me on board your boat, Captain
+Jasper, if every step I took was not watched; if every crag had not its
+sentinel; if there were not a hundred to say 'Go back--go back to your
+home.' Oh, how can you know, how can you guess the things I fear and
+dread in this awful place? You, perhaps, because the ship is waiting
+will be allowed to return to it again. But I, never, never again to my
+life's end."
+
+A terrible look crossed her face as she said this, and with one swift
+movement she opened a drawer in the locker where she did her writing,
+and took from it a little book which she thrust, like a packet, into my
+hands.
+
+"Read," she said, with startling earnestness, "read that when you are
+at sea again. I never thought that any other eyes but mine would see
+it; but you, Jasper, you shall read it. It will tell you what I myself
+could never tell. Read it as you sail away from here, and then say how
+you will come back to help the woman who needs your help so sorely."
+
+I thrust the book into my pocket, but was not to be put off like that.
+
+"Read it I will, every line," said I; "but you don't suppose that
+Jasper Begg is about to sail away and leave you in this plight, Miss
+Ruth! He'd be a pretty sort of Englishman to do that, and it's not in
+his constitution, I do assure you!"
+
+She laughed at my earnestness, but recollecting how we stood and what
+had befallen since sunset, she would hear no more of it.
+
+"You don't understand; oh, you don't understand!" she cried, very
+earnestly; "there's danger here, danger even now while you and I are
+talking. Those who have gone out to the wreck will be coming home
+again; they must not find you in this house, Jasper Begg, must not,
+must not! For my sake, go as you came. Tell all that thought of me how
+I thank them. Some day, perhaps, you will learn how to help me. I am
+grateful to you, Jasper--you know that I am grateful."
+
+She held out both her hands to me, and they lay in mine, and I was
+trying to speak a real word from my heart to her when there came a low,
+shrill whistle from the garden-gate, and I knew that Peter Bligh had
+seen something and was calling me.
+
+"Miss Ruth," says I, "that's old Peter Bligh and his danger signal.
+There'll be some one about, little friend, or he wouldn't do it."
+
+Well, she never said a word. I saw a shadow cross her face, and
+believed she was about to faint. Nor will any one be surprised at that
+when I say that the door behind us had been opened while we talked, and
+there stood Kess Denton, the yellow man, watching us like a hound that
+would bite presently.
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+IN WHICH HELP COMES FROM THE LAST QUARTER WE HAD EXPECTED IT
+
+Now, no sooner did I see the yellow man than my mind was fully made up,
+and I determined what harbour to make for. "If you're there, my lad,"
+said I to myself, "the others are not far behind you. You've seen me
+come in, and it's your intention to prevent me going out again. To be
+caught like a rat in a trap won't serve Ruth Bellenden, and it won't
+serve me. I'm for the open, Kess Denton," said I, "and no long while
+about it, either."
+
+This I said, but I didn't mean to play the startled kitten, and without
+any token of surprise or such-like I turned round to Miss Ruth and gave
+her "good-evening."
+
+"I'm sorry you're not coming aboard, Mme. Czerny," says I; "we weigh in
+an hour, and it will be a month or more before I call in again. But you
+sha'n't wait long for the news if I can help it; and as for your
+brother, Mr. Kenrick, I'll trust to hear from him at 'Frisco and to
+tell you what he thinks on my return. Good-night, madame," said I, "and
+the best of health and prosperity."
+
+I held out my hand, and she shook it like one who didn't know what she
+was doing. The yellow man came a step nearer and said, "Halloa, my
+hearty." I nodded my head to him and he put his hand on my shoulder.
+Poor fool, he thought I was a child, perhaps, and to be treated as one;
+but I have learnt a thing or two about taking care of myself in Japan,
+and you couldn't have counted two before I had his arm twisted under
+mine, and he gave a yell that must have been heard up in the hills.
+
+"If you cry out like that, you'll ruin your beautiful voice," said I;
+"hasn't any one ever asked you to sing hymns in a choir? Well, I'm
+surprised. Good-night, my boy; I shall be coming back for your picture
+before many days have passed."
+
+Upon this, I stepped towards the door, and thought that I had done with
+him; but no sooner was I out in the garden than something went singing
+by my ear, and upon that a second dose with two reports which echoed in
+the hills like rolling thunder. No written music vas necessary to tell
+me the kind of tune it was, and I swung round on my heel and gripped
+the man by the throat almost before the echoes of the shot had died
+away.
+
+"Kess Denton," said I, "if you will have it, you shall!" and with that
+I wrenched the pistol from his grasp and struck him a blow over the
+head that sent him down without a word.
+
+"One," said I, to myself, "one that helped to make little Ruth
+Bellenden suffer;" and with that I set off running and never looked to
+the right of me nor to the left until I saw Peter Bligh at the gate and
+heard his honest voice.
+
+"Is it you--is it you yourself, Mr. Begg? Thank God for that!" cries
+he, and it was no longer in a whisper; "there's men in the hills, and
+Seth Barker whistling fit to crack his lips. Is the young lady coming
+aboard, sir? No?--well, I'm not surprised, neither, though this shore
+do seem a queerish sort of place----"
+
+I cut him short, and Dolly Venn running round from his place in the
+garden I asked him for his news. The thing now was to find a road to
+the sea. What could be done for Ruth Bellenden that night was over and
+passed. Our chance lay on the deck of the Southern Cross, and after
+that at 'Frisco.
+
+"What have you seen, Dolly Venn--be quick, lad, for we can't linger?"
+was my question to him so soon as he was within hail. He answered me by
+pointing to the trees which border the garden on the eastward side.
+
+"The wood is full of armed men, sir. Two of them nearly trod upon me
+while I was lying there. They carry rifles, and seem to be Germans--I
+couldn't be sure of that, sir."
+
+"Germans or chimpanzees, we're going by them this night. Where's Seth
+Barker--why doesn't he come down? Does he think we can pass by the
+hill-road?--the wooden block! Call him, one of you."
+
+They were about to do this when Seth Barker himself came panting down
+the hillpath, and, what was more remarkable, he carried an uncouth sort
+of bludgeon in his hand. I could see that there had been a bit of a
+rough and tumble on the way, but it wasn't the time for particulars.
+
+"Come aboard, sir," says he, breathing heavy; "the gangway's blocked,
+but I give one of 'em a bit of a knock with his own shillelagh, and
+that's all right."
+
+"Is there any more up there?" I asked quickly.
+
+"May be a dozen, may be more. They're up on the heights looking for you
+to go up, captain."
+
+"Aye," said I, "pleasant company, no doubt. Well, we must strike
+eastward somehow, lads, and the sooner the better. We'll hold to the
+valley a bit and see where that leads us. Do you, Seth Barker, keep
+that bit of a shillelagh ready, and, if any one asks you a question,
+don't you wait to answer it."
+
+Now, I had resolved to try and get down to the sea by the valley road
+and, once upon the shore, to signal Harry Doe, if possible, and, if not
+him, then the ship herself as a last resource. Any road seemed to me
+better than this trap of a house with armed men all about it and a
+pistol bullet ready for any stranger that lingered. "Aboard the ship,"
+said I, "we'll show them a clean pair of heels to 'Frisco and, after
+that, ask the American Government what it can do for Ruth Bellenden and
+for her husband." We were four against a hundred, perhaps, and
+desperate men against us. If we got out of the scrape with our skins,
+we should be as lucky a lot as ever sailed the Northern Pacific Ocean.
+But should we--could we? Why, it was a thousand to one against it!
+
+I said this when we plunged into the wood; and yet I will bear witness
+that I got more excitement than anything else out of that venture, and
+I don't believe the others got less. There we were, the four of us,
+trampling through the brushwood, crushing down the bushes, now lying
+low, now up a-running--and not a man that wouldn't have gone through it
+twice for Ruth Bellenden's sake. If so be that the night was to cost us
+our lives, well, crying wouldn't help it--and those that were against
+us were flesh and blood, all said and done, and no spirits to scare a
+man. To that I set it down that we went on headlong and desperate. As
+for the thicket itself, it was full of men--I could see their figures
+between the trees. We must have passed twenty of them in the darkness
+before one came out, plump on our path and cried out to us to halt.
+
+"Hold, hold," shouts he; "is it you, Bob Williams?"
+
+"It's Bob Williams, right enough," says I, and with that I gave him one
+between the eyes, and down he went like a felled ox. The man who was
+with him, stumbling up against Seth Barker, had a touch of the
+shillelagh which was like a rock falling upon a fly. He just gave one
+shuddering groan and fell backwards, clutching the branches. Little
+Dolly Venn laughed aloud in his excitement, elbowed Peter Bligh who
+gave a real Irish "hurrugh"; but the darkness had swallowed it all up
+in a minute, and we were on again, heading for the shore like those
+that run a race for their very lives.
+
+"Do you see any road, Peter Bligh?" asked I, for my breath was coming
+short now; "do you see any road, man?"
+
+"The devil a one, sir, and me weighing fourteen stone!"
+
+"You'll weigh less when we get down, Peter."
+
+"And drink more, the saints be praised!"
+
+"Was that a rifle-shot or a stone from the hills?" I asked them a
+moment later. Dolly Venn answered me this time.
+
+"A rifle-shot, captain. They'll be shooting one another, then--it's
+ripping, ripping!"
+
+"Look out, lad, or it'll be dripping!" cried I; "don't you see there's
+water ahead?"
+
+I cried the warning to him and stood stock-still upon the borders of as
+black a pool as I remember to have seen in any country. The road had
+carried us to the foot of the hills, almost to the chasm which the
+wicker-bridge spanned; and we could make out that same bridge far above
+us like a black rope in the twilight. The water itself was covered with
+some clinging plants, and full of winding, ugly snakes which caused the
+whole pool to shine with a kind of uncanny light; while an overpowering
+odour, deadly and stifling, steamed up from it, and threatened to choke
+a man. What was worse than this was a close thicket bordering the pond
+on three sides, so that we must either swim for it or turn back the way
+we came. The latter course was not to be thought of. Already I could
+hear footsteps, and boughs snapping and breaking not many yards from
+where we stood. To cross the pond might have struck the bravest man
+alive with terror. I'd have sooner forfeited my life time over than
+have touched one of those slimy snakes I could see wriggling over the
+leaves to the bottom of the still water. What else to do I had no more
+notion than the dead. "It's the end, Jasper Begg," said I to myself,
+"the end of you and your venture." But of Ruth Bellenden I wouldn't
+think. How could I, when I knew the folks that were abroad on Ken's
+Island?
+
+I will just ask any traveller to stand with me where I stood that night
+and to say if these words are overmuch for the plight, or if I have
+spoken of it with moderation. A night as black as ink, mind you; my
+company in the heart of a wood with big teak trees all round us, and
+cliffs on our right hand towering up to the sky like mountains. Before
+us a pool of inky water, all worming with odd lights and lines of blue
+fire, like flakes of phosphorus on a bath, and alive with the hissing
+of hundreds of snakes. Upon our left hand a scrubby thicket and a marsh
+beneath it, I make sure; Czerny's devils, who had shot the poor folks
+on the Santa Cruz, at our heels, and we but four against the lot of
+them. Would any man, I ask, have believed that he could walk into such
+a trap and get out of it unharmed? If so, it wasn't Jasper Begg, nor
+Peter Bligh, nor little Dolly Venn, nor Seth Barker with the bludgeon
+in his hand. They'd as good as given it up when we came to the pool and
+stood there like hunting men that have lost all hope.
+
+"Done, by all that's holy!" says Peter Bligh, drawing back from the
+pond as from some horrid pit. "Snakes I have seen, nateral and
+unnateral, but them yonder give me the creeps----"
+
+"Creeps or no creeps, the others will be up here in five minutes, and
+what are you going to do then, Peter Bligh, what then?" asks I, for as
+I'm a living man I didn't know which way to turn from it.
+
+Seth Barker was the one that answered me.
+
+"I'm going to knock some nails in, by your leave," says he, and with
+that he stood very still and bade us listen. The whole wood was full of
+the sound of "halloaing" now. Far and wide I heard question and answer,
+and a lingering yodle such as the Swiss boys make on the mountains. It
+couldn't be many minutes, I said, before the first man was out on our
+trail; and there I was right, for one of them came leaping out of the
+wood straight into Peter Bligh's arms before I'd spoken another word.
+Poor devil--it was the last good-night for him in this world--for Peter
+passes him on, so to speak, and he went headlong into the pond without
+any one knowing how he got there. A more awful end I hope I may never
+hear of, and yet, God knows, he brought it on himself. As for Peter
+Bligh, the shock set him sobbing like a woman. It was all my work to
+get him on again.
+
+"No fault of ours," said I; "we're here for a woman's sake, and if
+there's man's work to do, we'll do it, lads. Take my advice and you'll
+turn straight back and run for it. Better a tap on the head than a cry
+in yonder pool."
+
+They replied fearsomely--the strain was telling upon them badly. That
+much I learnt from their husky voices and the way they kept close to
+me, as though I could protect them. Seth Barker, especially, big man
+that he was, began to mutter to himself in the wildest manner possible;
+while little Dolly burst into whistling from time to time in a way that
+made me crazy.
+
+"That's right, lad," cried I, "tell them you're here, and ask after the
+health of their womenfolk. You've done with this world, I see, and made
+it straight for the next. If you've a match in your pocket, strike it
+to keep up their spirits."
+
+Well, he stopped short, and I was ashamed of myself a minute after for
+speaking so to a mere lad whose life was before him and who'd every
+right to be afraid.
+
+"Come," said I, more kindly, "keep close to me, Dolly, and if you don't
+know where I am, why, put out your hand and touch me. I've been in
+worse scrapes than this, my boy, and I'll lead you out of it somehow.
+After all, we've ship over yonder and Mister Jacob isn't done with yet.
+Keep up your heart, then, and put your best leg forward."
+
+Now, this was spoken to put courage into him--not that I believed what
+I said, but because he and the others counted upon me, and my own
+feelings had to go under somehow. For the matter of that, it looked all
+Lombard Street to a China orange against us when we took the woodland
+path again; and so I believe it would have been but for something which
+came upon us like a thunder-flash, and changed all our despair to a
+desperate hope. And to this something Peter Bligh was the first to call
+our attention.
+
+"Is it fireflies or lanterns?" cries he all at once, bringing out
+the words like a pump might have done; "yonder on the hillside,
+shipmates--is it fireflies or lanterns?"
+
+I stood to look, and while I stood Seth Barker named the thing.
+
+"It's lanterns," cries he; "lanterns, sure and certain, captain."
+
+"And the three ripping little girls carrying them," puts in Dolly Venn.
+
+"'Tis no woman ever born that would hunt down four poor sailor-men,"
+cries Peter Bligh.
+
+"To say nothing of the he-lion they was a-fondling of"--from Seth
+Barker.
+
+"Lads," said I, in my turn, "this is the unlooked for, and I, for one,
+don't mean to pass it by. I'm going to ask those young ladies for a
+short road to the hills--and not lose any time about it either."
+
+They all said "Aye, aye," and we ran forward together. The halloaing in
+the wood was closing in about us now; you could hear voices wherever
+you turned an ear. As for the lanterns, they darted from bush to bush
+like glow-worms on a summer's night, so that I made certain they would
+dodge us after all. My heart was low down enough, be sure of it, when I
+lost view of those guiding stars altogether, and found myself face to
+face with the last figure I might have asked for if you'd given me the
+choice of a hundred.
+
+For what should happen but that the weird being, whom Seth Barker had
+called the "he-lion," the old fellow in petticoats, whom the little
+girls made such a fuss of, he, I say, appeared of a sudden right in the
+path before us, and, holding up a lantern warningly, he hailed us with
+a word which told us that he was our friend--the very last I would have
+named for that in all the island.
+
+"Jasper Begg," cried he, in a voice that I'd have known for a
+Frenchman's anywhere, "follow Clair-de-Lune--follow--follow!"
+
+He turned to the bushes behind him, and, seeming to dive between them,
+we found him, when we followed, flat on his stomach, the lantern out,
+and he running like a dog up a winding path before him. He was leading
+us to the heights, I said; and when I remembered the great bare peaks
+and steeple-like rocks, upstanding black and gloomy under the starry
+sky, I began to believe that this wild man was right and that in the
+hills our safety lay.
+
+But of that we had yet to learn, and for all we knew to the contrary it
+might have been a trap.
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+THE BIRD'S NEST IN THE HILLS
+
+There had been a great sound of "halloaing" and firing in the woods
+when we raced through them for our lives; but it was all still and cold
+on the mountain-side, and you could hear even a stone falling or the
+drip of water as it oozed from the black rocks to the silent pools
+below. What light there was came down through the craggy gorge; and it
+was not until we had climbed up and up for a good half-hour or more
+that we began to hear the sea-breeze whistling among the higher peaks
+like wild music which the spirits might have made. As for the path
+itself, it was oftentimes but a ledge against the wall of some sheer
+height; and none, I think, but seamen could have followed it, surely.
+Even I remembered where I was, and feared to look down sometimes; but
+danger bridges many a perilous road, and what with the silence and the
+fresh breezes and the thought that we might live through the night,
+after all, I believe I could have hugged the wild old man who led us
+upward so unflinchingly.
+
+I say that he went on unflinchingly, and surely no goat could have
+climbed quicker than he did. Now standing over an abyss which made you
+silly to look down into; now pulling himself up by bush or branch; at
+other times scrambling over loose shale as though he had neither hands
+nor knees to cut, he might well have scared the coolest who had met him
+without warning on such a road. As for the four men he had saved from
+the devils in the thickets below, I don't believe there was one of them
+who didn't trust him from the first. The sea is a sure school for
+knowing men and their humours. If this old Frenchman chose to put a
+petticoat about his legs, and to wear a lion's mane down his back, we
+liked him all the better for that. What we had seen of the young girls'
+behaviour towards him made up for that which we did not know about him.
+He must have had a tender place somewhere in his heart, or three young
+women wouldn't fondle him like a dog. Like a ship out of the night had
+he crossed our path; and his port must be our port, since we knew no
+other. That's why, I say, we followed him over the dangerous road like
+children follow a master. He was leading us to some good haven--I had
+no doubt of it. The thing that remained to tell was, had we the
+strength and the breath to reach it?
+
+You may imagine that it was no light thing to run such a race as we had
+run, and to be asked to climb a mountain on the top of it. For my part,
+I was so dead tired that every step up the hillside was like a knife in
+my side; and as for Peter Bligh, I wonder he didn't go rolling down to
+the rocks, so hard did he breathe and so heavy he was. But men will do
+wonders to save their necks, and that is how it is that we went up and
+still up, through the black ravine, to the blue peaks above. Aye, a
+fearsome place we had come to now, with terrible gorges, and wild
+shapes of rocks, like dead men's faces leering out of the darkness. The
+wind howled with a human voice, the desolation of all the earth seemed
+here. And yet the old man must push on--up, up, as though he would
+touch the very sky.
+
+"The Lord be good to me," cried Peter Bligh, at last; "I can go no
+farther if it's a million a mile! Oh, Mister Begg, for the love of God,
+clap a rope about the wild man's legs."
+
+I pushed him on over a sloping peak of shale, and told him to hold his
+tongue.
+
+"Will you lie in the pool, then? Where's your courage, man? Another
+hundred yards and you shall stop to breathe. There's the old lion
+himself waiting for us, and a big bill of thanks he has against us, to
+be sure."
+
+I said no more, but climbed the steep to the Frenchman's side, and
+found him waiting on the bank of that which seemed to be a great
+cup-like hole, black and bottomless and the last place you'd have
+picked for a camp on all the hillside. Dolly Venn was already there,
+and Seth Barker, lying on the stones and panting like a great dog.
+Old Clair-de-Lune alone was fresh and ready, and able in his broken
+English to tell us what he wished.
+
+"Messieurs," he said, "speak not long but go down. I myself am shipmate
+too. Ah, messieurs, you do wise to follow me. Down there no dog bark. I
+show you the ladder, and all be well. To-morrow you speak your ship--go
+home. For me, never again--I die here with the children, messieurs;
+none shall come for old Clair-de-Lune, none, never at no time--but you,
+you I save for the shipmates' sake----"
+
+It was odd talk, but no time to argue about it. I saw a ladder thrust
+up out of the pit, and when the old man went down I followed without
+hesitation. A lantern lighted in the darkness showed me a hollow nest
+20 feet deep, perhaps, and carpeted over with big brown leaves and rugs
+spread out; and in one corner that which was not unlike a bed.
+Moreover, there was a little stove in the place and upon one side an
+awning stretched against the rain; while cooking pots and pans and
+other little things made it plain at a glance that this was the man's
+own refuge in the mountains, and that here, at least, some part of his
+life was spent. No further witness to his honesty could be asked for.
+He had brought us to his own home. It was time to speak of thanks.
+
+"What you've done for us neither me nor mine will ever forget," said I,
+warmly. "Here's a seaman's hand and a seaman's thanks. Should the day
+come when we can do a like turn to you, be sure I'll be glad to hear of
+it; and if it came that you had the mind to go aboard with us--aye, and
+the young ladies, too--why, you'll find no one more willing than Jasper
+Begg."
+
+We shook hands, and he set the lantern down upon the floor. Peter Bligh
+was lying on his back now, crying to a calendar of saints to help him;
+Seth Barker breathed like a winded horse; little Dolly Venn stood
+against the wall of the pit with his head upon his arm, like a runner
+after a race; the old Frenchman drew the ladder down and made all snug
+as a ship is made for the night.
+
+"No one come here," he said, "no one find the way. You sleep, and
+to-morrow you signal ship to go down where I show. For me and mine,
+not so. This is my home; I am stranger in my own country. No one
+remember Clair-de-Lune. Twelve years I live here--five times I sleep
+the dreadful sleep which the island make--five times I live where
+others die. Why go home, messieurs, if you not have any? I not go;
+but you, you hasten because of the sleep."
+
+We all pricked up our ears at this curious saying, and Dolly Venn, he
+whipped out a question before I could--indeed, he spoke the French
+tongue very prettily; and for about five minutes the two of them went
+at it hammer and tongs like two old women at charring.
+
+"What does he mean by sleep-time, lad?" I asked in between their
+argument. "Why shouldn't a man sleep on Ken's Island? What nonsense
+will he talk next?"
+
+I'd forgotten that the old man spoke English too, but he turned upon me
+quickly to remind me of the fact.
+
+"No nonsense, monsieur, as many a one has found--no nonsense at all,
+but very dreadful thing. Three, four time by the year it come; three,
+four time it go. All men sleep if they not go away--you sleep if you
+not go away. Ah, the good God send you to the ship before that day."
+
+He did his best to put it clearly, but he might as well have talked
+Chinese. Dolly, who understood his lingo, made a brave attempt, but did
+not get much farther.
+
+"He says that this island is called by the Japanese the Island of
+Sleep. Two or three times every year there comes up from the marshes a
+poisonous fog which sends you into a trance from which you don't
+recover, sometimes for months. It can't be true, sir, and yet that's
+what he says."
+
+"True or untrue, Dolly," said I, in a low voice, "we'll not give it the
+chance. It's a fairy tale, of course, though it doesn't sound very
+pretty when you hear it."
+
+"Nor is that music any more to my liking," exclaimed Peter Bligh, at
+this point, meaning that we should listen to a couple of gunshots
+fired, not in the woods far down below us, but somewhere, as it seemed,
+on the sea-beach we had failed to make.
+
+"That would be Harry Doe warning us," cried I.
+
+"And meaning that it was dangerous for us to go down."
+
+"He'll have put off and saved the longboat, anyway. We'll hail him at
+dawn, and see where the ship is."
+
+They heard me in silence. The tempest roaring in the peaks above that
+weird, wild place; our knowledge of the men on the island below; the
+old Frenchman's strange talk--no wonder that our eyes were wide open
+and sleep far from them.
+
+Dawn, indeed, we waited for as those who are passing through the
+terrible night. I think sometimes that, if we had known what was in
+store for us, we should have prayed to God that we might not see the
+day.
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+WE LOOK OUT FOR THE SOUTHERN CROSS
+
+The wind blew a hurricane all that night, and was still a full gale
+when dawn broke. To say that no man among us slept is to put down a
+very obvious thing. The roaring of the breakers on the reefs below us,
+the showers of stones which the heights rained down, the dreadful
+noises like wild human voices in the hills, drove sleep far from any
+man's eyes. And more than that, there was the ship to think of. What
+had become of the ship? Where did she lie? When should we see her
+again? Aye, how often we asked each other that question when the blast
+thundered and the lightning seemed to open the very heavens, and the
+spindrift was blown clean over the heights to fall like a salt spray
+upon our faces. Was it well with the ship or ill? Mister Jacob we knew
+to be a good seaman, none better. With him the decision lay to run for
+the open water or to risk everything for our sakes. If he made up his
+mind that the safety of the Southern Cross demanded sea-room he would
+take it, and let to-morrow look after itself. But I was anxious, none
+the less; for, if the ship were gone, "God help us on Ken's Island," I
+said.
+
+Now, the old Frenchman was the first to be moving when the day came,
+and no sooner did all the higher peaks show us a glimmer of the
+dawn-light--very beautiful and awesome to look upon--than he set up
+the ladder and began to show us the way to the mountain-top.
+
+"You make signal; you fetch ship. Sailormen go down where landman
+afraid. Little boat come in; shipmate go out. Old Clair-de-Lune he
+know. Ah, messieurs, the wind is very dreadful to-day--what you call
+harriken. Other day, all quite easy plan--but this day not so, great
+water, all white--no go, no man."
+
+It was queer talk, and we might have laughed at him if we'd have
+forgotten that he saved our lives last night and was waiting to save
+them again this morning. But you don't laugh at a friend, talk as he
+may, and for that matter we were all too excited to think of any such
+thing, and we made haste to scramble up out of the pit and to follow
+him to the heights where the truth should be known--the best of it or
+the worst. For the path or its dangerous places we cared nothing now.
+The rocks, upstanding all about us, shut in the view as some great
+basin cut in the mountain's heart. You could see the black sky above
+and the bottomless chasms below--but of the water nothing. Imagine,
+then, how we raced for the summit: now up on our feet, now on all-fours
+like dogs; now calling, man to man, to hasten; now saying that haste
+wouldn't help us. And no wonder--no wonder our hearts beat high and our
+hands were unsteady, for beyond the basin we should find the sea, and
+the view might show us life or death.
+
+Old Clair-de-Lune was the first to be up, but I was close upon his
+heels, and Dolly Venn not far behind me. Who spoke the first word I
+don't rightly recollect; but I hadn't been on the heights more than ten
+seconds when I knew why it was spoken, and what the true meaning of it
+might be.
+
+The ship was gone!
+
+All the eyes in the wide world could not have found her on that angry
+sea below us, or anywhere on the black and looming horizon beyond. The
+night had taken her. The ship was gone. Hope as we might, speak up as
+we might, tell each other this story or tell each other that--the one
+sure fact remained that the Southern Cross had steamed away from Ken's
+Island and left us to our fates.
+
+"He'll be running for sea-room, and come in when the gale falls," said
+Peter Bligh, when we had stood all together a little while, as
+crestfallen a lot as the Pacific Ocean could show that day; "trust
+Mister Jacob to be cautious--he's a Scotchman, and would think first of
+the ship. A precious lot of good his wages would do him if the ship
+were down in sixty fathoms and he inside her!"
+
+"That's true," cried Dolly Venn, "though your poor old father didn't
+say it, Mister Bligh. The ship's gone, but she'll come back again." And
+then to me he said, very earnestly, "Oh, she must come back, captain."
+
+"Aye, lad," said I, "let her ride out the gale, and she'll put back
+right enough. Mister Jacob isn't the one to desert friends. He'll have
+learned from Harry Doe how it stands with us, and he'll just say,
+''Bout ship'; that's what Mr. Jacob will say. I've no fear of it at
+all. I'm only wondering what sort of shore-play is to keep us amused
+until we sight the ship again."
+
+Well, they looked doleful enough; but not a man among them complained.
+'Tis that way with seamen all the world over. Put them face to face
+with death and some will laugh, and some will curse, and some talk
+nonsense; but never a man wears his heart upon his sleeve or tells you
+that he's afraid. And so it was that morning. They understood, I do
+believe, as well as I did, what the consequences of the gale might be.
+They were no fools, to imagine that a man could get from Ken's Island
+to San Francisco in any cockleshell the beach might show him. But none
+of them talked about it; none charged me with it; they just put their
+hands in their pockets like brave fellows who had made up their minds
+already to a very bad job; and be sure I was not the one to give a
+different turn to it. The ship had gone; the Lord only knew when she
+would come back again. It was not for me to be crying like a child for
+that which neither I nor any man could make good.
+
+"Well," said I, "the ship's gone, sure enough, and hard words won't
+bring her back again. What Mister Jacob can do for his friends, that, I
+know, will be done. We must leave it to him and look after ourselves
+far as this place is concerned. You won't forget that the crew
+downstairs will be ready enough to ask after our health and spirits if
+we give them a look in, and my word is for lying-to here until night
+comes or the ship is sighted. It must be a matter of hours, anyway. The
+gale's abating; a landsman would know as much as that."
+
+They said, "Aye, aye," to it, and Peter Bligh put in a word of his
+humour.
+
+"The ship's gone, sure enough," said he; "but that's more than you can
+say for my appetite! Bear or dog, I'm not particular, captain; but a
+good steak of something would come handy, and the sooner the better.
+'Twere enough to bring tears to a man's eyes to think of all the good
+grub that's gone aboard with Harry Doe. Aye, 'tis a wonderful thing is
+hunger, and the gift of the Lord along with good roast beef and pork
+sausages. May-be you find yourself a bit peckish, captain?"
+
+I answered "Yes," though that was far from the truth, for what with
+watching through the night and thinking about the ship and little Ruth
+Bellenden's loneliness in this place of mystery, and far worse than
+mystery, I'd forgotten all about meal-times, and never once had asked
+myself where breakfast was to come from. But now the long faces of my
+shipmates brought me to a remembrance of it, and when little Dolly Venn
+cried, "Oh, captain, I am so hungry!" I began to realize what a parlous
+plight we were in and what a roundabout road we must tread to get out
+of it. Lucky for us, the old Frenchman, who had stood all this time
+like a statue gazing out over the desolate sea, now bobbed up again,
+good Samaritan that he was, and catching Master Dolly's complaint, he
+spoke of breakfast on his own account.
+
+"Ah! you hungry, you thirst, messieurs; sailor-man always like
+that. Your ship gone? Never mind, he shall come back again, to-day,
+to-morrow, one, two, three day--pray God it be not longer, shipmate,
+pray God!"
+
+
+[Illustration: A picturesque old figure standing there.]
+
+
+I thought him a fine, picturesque old figure, standing there on the
+headland with his long hair streaming in the wind like a woman's, and
+his brawny arms outstretched as though he would call the ship back to
+us from the lonely ocean. Truth to tell, the place was one to fill any
+man with awe. Far as the eye could see, the great waste was white with
+the foam of its breaking seas; the headland itself stood up a thousand
+feet like some mighty fortress commanding all the deep. Far below us
+were the green valleys of the island, the woods we had raced through
+last night; pastures with little white houses dotted about on them; the
+bungalow itself wherein Ruth Bellenden lived. No picture from the
+gallery of a high tower could have been more beautiful than that
+strange land with the wild reefs lying about it and the rollers
+cascading over them, and the black glens above which we stood, and the
+great circle of the water like some measureless basin which the whole
+earth bounded. I did not wonder that old Clair-de-Lune was silent when
+he looked down upon a scene so grand. It seemed a crime to speak of
+food and drink in such a place; and yet it was of these that Peter
+Bligh must go on talking.
+
+"We'll do the prayin', shipmate, if you'll do the cookin'," cried he,
+hopefully; "as for that--you speak like a wise man. 'Tis wonderful easy
+to pray on a full stomach! There isn't a hunger or a thirst this side
+of 'Frisco which I would not pray out of this same island if you'll be
+pleased to bring 'em along. Weigh anchor, my man," says he, "and we'll
+pipe down to dinner."
+
+Well, the old man laughed at his manner of putting it, and, without
+further ado, we all went down to the bird's nest in the hollow,
+and there we lighted a fire in the shelter of the pit, and old
+Clair-de-Lune going away in search of rations, he returned presently
+with victuals enough to feed a missionary, and more than that, as
+pretty a trio to serve them as any seaman could hope for. For what
+should happen but that the three young girls we'd seen yesterday in
+the woods came romping up the hill together; and one bringing a great
+can for the coffee, and another a basket of luscious fruit, and a
+third some new-made bread and biscuit--they ran down the ladder to us
+and began to talk in their pretty language, and now and then in
+English which did not need much understanding.
+
+"I am Rosamunda," says one.
+
+And the second, she says:
+
+"I am Sylvia--Sylvia--Sylvia."
+
+And the third, she chimes in with:
+
+"I am Celestine, and I have brought you bread."
+
+And they all stood together, shy and natural, looking now at one, now
+at another of us; but most often, I thought, at little Dolly Venn, who
+had a way of making them understand which an older man might have
+envied.
+
+"And wonderful pretty names, too, young ladies, though a seaman doesn't
+often hear the likes of 'em," cries Peter Bligh, gallant enough, as all
+Irishmen are. "They're all Pollies in our parts, and it do come easier
+to the tongue and more convenient if you know many of 'em. Whereby did
+you hitch up names like those?" asks he; "which, askin' your pardon,
+seem to me to be took out of a picture-book."
+
+They giggled at this; but old Clair-de-Lune, who was mighty proud of
+them, and justly, answered Peter Bligh as though the question were
+serious.
+
+"Monsieur, in my own country I am artiste; I play the drama, the
+comedy, the tragedy. Clair-de-Lune they call me at the theatre. To the
+daughters of my master I give the artiste's name--why not? Better the
+good name than the bad name! It was long year ago, shipmate; the Belle
+Ile was wrecked on these reef; the maitre is drowned, but I and the
+young ladies are save. We come, we go, none interfere. The Governor is
+angry, we hide in the hill; the Governor laugh, we go down to the
+valley. When the sleep-time comes, we go to the house under the sea:
+you shall find him a dangerous time, but we hide far down. None
+frighten Clair-de-Lune; they frighten of him. He become the father
+according to his best."
+
+It was touching, I must say, to hear this old man's broken story; and
+prettier still to see the affectionate eyes with which these little
+girls watched every movement of one to whom, I am sure, they were
+beholden for all that they got out of Ken's Island. For the rest, the
+tale was plain enough. The father had been wrecked and drowned on the
+sword-fish reef; the servant had saved the children and himself from
+the ship, and his own natural cleverness had done the rest. No one
+interfered with him, he said; and this was true. I verily believe that
+the devils in the valley below believed that he and the children with
+him were nothing more or less than spirits.
+
+I say his story was plain, and yet there was something in it which was
+Greek to me. He had named a house under the sea, and what that meant,
+or how any man could build such a house, lay beyond my understanding. I
+should have asked a question about it there and then, and have sought
+light on the matter if it hadn't been that the food was already cooked,
+and, the others being mighty anxious, we sat down to steaming coffee
+and broiled kid's flesh and good bread and sweet fruit, and I was very
+willing to keep my curiosity. Once, it is true, the young girl who
+called herself "Rosamunda" came and sat by my side and wished to talk
+to me; but, prettily as she spoke our tongue, her measure of it was
+limited, and we did not get very far, in spite of good intentions.
+
+"Do you like the island, do you like living here?" I asked her.
+
+She answered me with a doubting shake of her pretty head.
+
+"In the sun-months, yes, I like it; but not in the sleep-time. You will
+go away before the sleep-time, monsieur?"
+
+"Really, young lady," said I, "it seems to me that it depends upon
+Mister Jacob and the ship. But, supposing I cannot go away--what then?
+How does the sleep-time concern me?"
+
+"You must not stay," she said, quickly; "for us it is different; we--we
+live in the house under the sea, but no stranger may live there--the
+Governor would not permit it. On the island all things sleep. If you do
+not go to the house under the sea--ah, monsieur, but you will sail
+away, you will sail in your ship."
+
+She put it very childishly, the same cock-and-bull story that the old
+Frenchman had been at last night. What to make of it, I knew no more
+than the dead. Here we seemed to be on as fair an island as the whole
+Pacific might show you; and yet these odd folk could talk of sun-months
+and sleep-time, and other stuff which might have been written in a
+fairy-book. Do you wonder that I laughed at them and treated it as any
+sane man, not given to fables, would have done?
+
+"Sleep-time or sun-time, I'll be away before then, please God,
+mademoiselle," said I; "do not fear for Jasper Begg, who was always
+fond of his bed and won't grumble overmuch, be it sleep or waking. For
+the rest, we'll take our chance, as others must do here, I fancy. Mme.
+Czerny, for instance--do you know Mme. Czerny, young lady?"
+
+She nodded her head and said that she did.
+
+"Yes, yes, we know Mme. Czerny; she is the Governor's wife. I think she
+is unhappy, Monsieur Captain. In the sun-months I see her, but in the
+sleep-time she lives in the house under the sea, and no one knows. You
+are her friend, perhaps; you would know that she is unhappy?"
+
+I knew it well enough; but I wished to lead this little talker on, and
+so I said I did not.
+
+"Unhappy, young lady! Why should she be unhappy?"
+
+I asked it naturally, as though I was very surprised; but you could not
+deceive Mlle. Rosamunda. A more artful little witch never played at
+fairies in a wood.
+
+"If she is not unhappy, why have you come here, Monsieur Captain? You
+come to help her--oh, I know! And you say that you do not."
+
+"Perhaps so, young lady; perhaps I do--that I will tell you by-and-bye.
+But I am curious about the Governor. What sort of a man is he, and
+where does he happen to be at this particular moment? I'm sure you
+could say something nice about him if you tried."
+
+
+
+[Illustration: She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes.]
+
+
+She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes, as though the question
+were but half understood. Presently she said:
+
+"You laugh at me. M. Czerny has gone away to the world. Of course he
+would go. He has gone in the ship. What shall I tell you about him?
+That he is kind, cruel; that we love him, hate him? Every one knows
+that; every one has told you. He is the Governor and we are his people
+who must obey: When he comes back he will ask you to obey him too, and
+you must say 'yes.' That will be at the sleep-time: eight, nine, ten
+days. But why do you ask, Monsieur Captain? Has not Mme. Czerny said it
+because you are her friend? I know that you tease me. Sailors love to
+tease little girls, and you are no better than the other ones."
+
+She cast down her eyes at this, and looked for all the world the taking
+little coquette that she was. Her odd speech told me something, enough
+at least to put a hundred questions into my head and as many useless
+answers. The Governor was away. The island alternately hated and feared
+him. The sleep-time, whatever it was, might be looked for in ten days'
+time. We must be away and on board the ship by then or something
+dreadful would happen to us. Ruth Bellenden's unhappiness was known
+even to these little girls, and they surmised, as the others had
+surmised, that we were on shore to help her. For the rest, the men on
+Ken's Island, I imagined, would hunt us night and day until we were
+taken. Nor was I mistaken in that. We'd scarcely finished our meal when
+there was the sound of a gunshot far down in the valley, and, old
+Clair-de-Lune jumping up at the report, we were all on our feet in an
+instant to speak of the danger.
+
+"Halloa, popguns," cries Peter Bligh, in his Irish way; "what for now
+would any man be firing popguns at this time of the morning?"
+
+"It's to ask after your health, Peter," said I, when we'd listened
+awhile, "what else should a man be firing after, unless he takes you
+for a rabbit? Will you run down and thank him kindly?"
+
+He hitched up his breeches and pulled out his briar-pipe.
+
+"If this is track-running, take down my number. I'm through with it,
+gentlemen, being not so young as I was."
+
+A gunshot, fired out at sea, cut short his talk. Old Clair-de-Lune,
+nipping up the ladder, bade us follow him, while to the girls he cried,
+"_Allez-vous en!_" All our quiet talk and content were gone in an
+instant. I never answered little Dolly Venn when he asked me, "Do you
+think there's danger, sir?" but, running up the hill after the
+Frenchman, I helped him to carry the ladder we'd dragged out of the
+pit, for I knew he'd need of it.
+
+"What is it, Clair-de-Lune? Why are they firing?" I asked him, as he
+ran.
+
+"Governor home," was his answer--"Governor home. Great danger,
+_capitaine_."
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+WE ARE SURELY CAGED ON KEN'S ISLAND
+
+We ran up the hill, I say, as men who raced for their lives. The little
+girls, snatching up their bags and baskets, exchanged a quick word with
+Clair-de-Lune and then hurried off towards the bungalow. Our own path
+lay over difficult rocks and steep slopes and chasms fearful to see. Of
+these our leader made nothing, and we went on, up and up, until at last
+the road carried us right round the highest peak, on whose very walls
+we walked like chamois on a mountain crag. It was here, on a narrow
+ledge high above the sea, that the Frenchman stopped for the first
+time.
+
+"Shipmates," said he, when he had got his breath, "journey done, all
+finish, you safe here, you rest. I go down to see Governor; but come
+back again, come back again, messieurs, with bread and meat."
+
+Well, I don't think one of us had the voice to answer him. The place
+itself--the ledge above the sea and the little low, cramped cave behind
+it--occupied all our thoughts. Here, in truth, a man might lie safely
+enough--yet in what a situation. The very door of the house opened upon
+an abyss a thousand feet above the rocks below. We had the sea before
+our eyes, the sea beneath us, the sea for our distant horizon. Day and
+night the breakers thundered on the sword-fish reef; the wind moaned in
+the mighty eaves of those tremendous crags. We were like men placed
+suddenly on a steeple's side and left there to live or fall, as fortune
+went.
+
+I tell you this, plain and straightforwardly, because five days passed
+on that awful ledge, and, except for one day, there is nothing but a
+seaman's talk of question and answer and idle hope to set down on these
+pages. If every hour of the day found one of us with eyes which yearned
+for our lost ship, with hearts grown heavy in waiting and
+disappointment--that was his affair, and of no concern to others. Be
+sure we didn't confess, one to the other, the thought in our heads or
+the future we must live through. We had come to Ken's Island to help
+little Ruth Bellenden, and this fearful plight was the result of
+it--ship gone, the island full of devils that would have cut our
+throats for nothing and thought themselves well paid--no knowledge,
+not the smallest, of any way of escape--food short and likely to be
+shorter. Friends we had, true friends. Night and morning Clair-de-Lune
+and the little girls found their way up to us with bread and meat and
+the news that was passing. It was on the fifth day that they came no
+more, and I, at least, knew that they would never come again.
+
+"Lads," I said, "one of two things has happened. Either they've been
+watched and followed, or the time of which they made mention has come.
+I trust the old Frenchman as I would trust my own brother. He knows how
+it will fare with five men left on a lonely rock without food or drink.
+If he doesn't come up here today, it's because he daren't come or
+because he's ordered elsewhere."
+
+They turned it over in their minds, and Dolly Venn spoke next.
+
+"Last night in my watch I heard a bell ringing, sir. At first I thought
+it was fancy--the sea beating on the rocks or the wind moaning in the
+hills; but I got the ladder and went down the hill, and then I heard it
+distinctly, and saw lights burning brightly on the reef far out to the
+north. There were boats passing, I'm sure, and what was so wonderful
+that I didn't like to speak about it, the whole of the sea about the
+reef shone yellow as though a great lantern were burning far down below
+its heart. I could make out the figures of men walking on the rocks,
+and when the moon shone the figures disappeared as though they went
+straight down into the solid rock. You may not believe it, captain,
+but I'm quite sure of what I say, and if Clair-de-Lune does not come
+to-night, I ask you to go down the hillside with me and to see for
+yourself."
+
+Now, the lad spoke in a kind of wonder-dream, and knowing how far from
+his true nature such a thing was, it did not surprise me that the
+others listened to him with that ready ear which seamen are quick to
+lend to any fairy tale. Superstitious they were, or sailors they never
+would have been; and here was the very stuff to set them all ears, like
+children about a bogey. Nor will I deny that Dolly Venn's tale was
+marvellous enough to make a fable. Had it been told to me under any
+other circumstances, my reply would have been: "Dolly, my lad, since
+when have you taken to sleep-walking?" But I said nothing of the kind,
+for I had that in my pocket which told me it was true; and what I knew
+I deemed it right that the others should know also.
+
+"When a man sees something which strikes him as extraordinary," said I,
+"he must first ask himself if it is Nature or otherwise. There are lots
+of things in this world beyond our experience, but true for all that.
+Ken's Island may be rated as one of them. The old Frenchman speaks of a
+sleep-time and a sun-time. Lads, I do believe he tells the truth. If
+you ask me why--well, the why is here, in these papers Ruth Bellenden
+gave me five days ago."
+
+I took the packet from my pocket, and turned the pages of them again as
+I had turned them--aye, fifty times--in the days which had passed.
+Thumbed and dirty as they were (for a seaman's pocket isn't lined with
+silk); thumbed and dirty, I say, and crumpled out of shape, they were
+the first bit of Ruth Bellenden's writing that ever I called my own,
+and precious to me beyond any book.
+
+"Yes," I went on, "this is the story of Ken's Island, and Ruth
+Bellenden wrote it. Ten months almost from this day she landed here.
+What has passed between Edmond Czerny and her in that time God alone
+knows! She isn't one to make complaint, be sure of it. She has suffered
+much, as a good woman always must suffer when she is linked to a bad
+man. If these papers do not say so plainly, they say it by implication.
+And, concerning that, I'll ask you a question. What is Edmond Czerny
+here for? The answer's in a word. He is here for the money he gets out
+of the wreckage of ships!"
+
+It was no great surprise to them, I venture, though surprise I meant it
+to be. They had guessed something the night we came ashore, and seamen
+aren't as stupid as some take them for. Nevertheless, they picked up
+their ears at my words, and Peter Bligh, filling his pipe, slowly,
+said, after a bit:
+
+"Yes, it wouldn't be for parlour games, captain!"
+
+The others were too curious to put in their word, and so I went on:
+
+"He's here for wreckage and the money it brings him. I'll leave it to
+you to say what's done to those that sailed the ships. There are words
+in this paper which make a man's blood run cold. If they are to be
+repeated, they shall be spoken where Edmond Czerny can hear them,
+and those that judge him. What we are concerned about at this moment
+is Ken's Island and its story. You've heard the old Frenchman,
+Clair-de-Lune, speak of sleep-time and sun-time. As God is in heaven,
+he spoke the truth!"
+
+They none of them answered me. Down below us the sea shimmered in the
+morning light. We sat on a ledge a thousand feet above it, and, save
+for the lapping waves on the reef, not a sound of life, not even a bird
+on the wing, came nigh us. You could have heard a pin drop when I went
+on.
+
+"Sleep-time and sun-time, is it fable or truth? Ruth Bellenden says its
+truth. I'll read you her words----"
+
+Peter Bligh said, "Ah," and struck a match. Seth Barker, the carpenter,
+sat for all the world like a child, with his great mouth wide open and
+his eyes full of wonder. Dolly Venn was curled up at my feet like a
+dog. I opened the papers and began to read to them:
+
+"On the 14th of August, three weeks after the ship brought us to Ken's
+Island, I was awakened at four o'clock in the morning by an alarm-bell
+ringing somewhere in the island. The old servant, she whom they called
+'Mother Meg,' came into my room in great haste to tell me to get up.
+When I was dressed my husband entered and laughingly said that we must
+go on board the yacht at once. I was perplexed and a little cross about
+it; but when we were rowed out to the ship, I found that all the white
+people were leaving the island in boats and being rowed to those rocks
+which lie upon the northward side. Edmond tells me that there are
+dangerous seasons in this beautiful place, when the whole island is
+unfit for human habitation and all must leave it, sometimes for a week,
+sometimes for a month."
+
+I put the paper down and turned another page of it.
+
+"That, you see," said I, "is written on the 14th of August, before she
+knew the true story or what the dangerous time might mean. Passing on,
+I find another entry on September 21st, and that makes it clearer:
+
+"There is here a wonderful place they call 'The House Under the Sea.'
+It is built for those who cannot escape the sleep-time otherwise. I am
+to go there when my husband sails for Europe. I have asked to accompany
+him and am refused. There are less delicate ways of reminding a woman
+that she has lost her liberty.
+
+"November 13th.--I have again asked Edmond to permit me to accompany
+him to London. He answers that he has his reasons. There is a way of
+speaking to a woman she can never forget. My husband spoke in that way
+this morning.
+
+"December 12th.--I know Edmond's secret, and he knows that I know it!
+Shall I tell it to the winds and the waves? Who else will listen? Let
+me ask of myself courage. I can neither think nor act to-night.
+
+"December 25th.--Christmas Day! I am alone. A year ago--but what shall
+it profit to remember a year ago? I am in a prison-house beneath the
+sea, and the waves beat against my windows with their moaning cry,
+'Never, never again--never again!' At night, when the tide has fallen,
+I open my window and send a message to the sea. Will any hear it? I
+dare not hope.
+
+"January 1st.--My husband has returned from his cruise. He is to go to
+Europe to see after my affairs. Will he tell them, I wonder, that Ruth
+Bellenden is dead?
+
+"January 8th.--The sleep-time has now lasted for nine weeks. They tell
+me that vapours rise up from the land and lie above it like a cloud.
+Some think they come from the great poppies which grow in the marshy
+fields of the lowlands; others say from the dark pools in the gorges of
+the hills. However it may be, those that remain on the island fall into
+a trance while the vapour is there. A strange thing! Some never wake
+from it; some lose their senses; the negroes alone seem able to live
+through it. The vapours arise quite suddenly; we ring the alarm-bell to
+send the people to the ships.
+
+"January 15th.--We returned to the island to-day. How blind and selfish
+some people are! I do believe that Aunt Rachel is content to live on
+this dreadful place. She is infatuated with Edmond. 'I am anchored
+securely in a home: she says. 'The house under the sea is a young man's
+romantic fancy.' The rest is meaningless to her--a man's whim. 'I
+cannot dissipate my fortune on Ken's Island.' Aunt Rachel was always a
+miser.
+
+"February 2d.--This morning Edmond came to me for that which he calls
+'an understanding.' His affection distresses me. Oh, it might all be so
+different if I would but say 'yes.' And what prevents me--the voices I
+have heard on the reef; or is it because I know--I know?
+
+"February 9th.--I am on the island again and the sun is shining. What I
+have suffered none shall ever know. I prefer Edmond Czerny's anger to
+his love. We understand each other now.
+
+"February 21st.--My message to the sea remains unanswered. Will it be
+forever?
+
+"March 3d.--If Jasper Begg should come to me, how would they receive
+him? How could he help me? I do not know--and yet my woman's heart says
+'Come!'
+
+"April 4th.--There has been a short recurrence of the sleep-time. A
+ship struck upon the reef, and the crew rowed ashore to the island. I
+saw them last night in the moonlight, from my windows. They fell one by
+one at the border of the wood and slept. You could count their bodies
+in the clear white light. I tried to shut the sight from my eyes, but
+it followed me to my bed-room!
+
+"May 3d.--I whispered my message to the sea again, but am alone--God
+knows how much alone!"
+
+I folded up the paper and looked at the others. Peter Bligh's pipe had
+gone out and lay idle in his hand. Dolly Venn was still curled at my
+feet. Seth Barker I do not believe had budged an inch the whole time I
+was reading. The story gripped them like a vice--and who shall wonder
+at that? For, mark you, it might yet be our story.
+
+"Peter," said I, "you have heard what Mme. Czerny says, and you know
+now as much as I do. I am waiting for your notion."
+
+He picked up his pipe and began to fill it again.
+
+"Captain," says he, "what notions can I have which wouldn't be in any
+sane head? This island's a death-trap, and the sooner we're off it the
+better for our healths. What's happened to the ship, the Lord only
+knows! At a guess I would say that an accident's overtook her. Why
+should a man leave his shipmates if it isn't by an accident? Mister
+Jacob is not the one to go psalm-singing when he knows we're short of
+victuals and cooped up here like rats in a trap! Not he, as I'm a
+living man! Then an accident's overtook him; he doesn't come, because
+he can't come, which, as my old father used to say, was the best of
+reasons. Putting two and two together, I should speak for sailing away
+without him, which is plain reason anyway."
+
+"We walking on the sea, the likes of which the parson talks about?"
+chimed in Seth Barker.
+
+"If you haven't got a boat," says Dolly Venn, "I don't see how you are
+to make one out of seaweed! Perhaps Mister Jacob will come back
+tomorrow."
+
+"And perhaps we sha'n't be hungry before that same time!" added Peter
+Bligh; "aye, that's it, captain, where's the dinner to come from?"
+
+I thought upon it a minute, and then I said to them:
+
+"If Dolly Venn heard a bell ringing last night that's the danger-bell
+of which Miss Ruth speaks. We cannot go down to the island, for doesn't
+she say it's death to be caught there? We cannot stop up here or we
+shall die of hunger. If there's a man among you that can point to a
+middle course, I shall be glad to hear him. We have got to do
+something, lads, that's sure!"
+
+They stared at me wonderingly; none of them could answer it. We were
+between the devil and the deep sea, and in our hearts I think we began
+to say that if the ship did not come before many hours had passed, four
+of her crew, at least, would cease to care whether she came or stopped.
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+LIGHTS UNDER THE SEA
+
+The day fell powerfully hot, with scarce a breath of wind and a Pacific
+sun beating fiercely on the barren rocks. What shelter was to be had we
+got in the low cave behind the platform; but our eyes were rarely
+turned away from the sea, and many a time we asked each other what kept
+Clair-de-Lune or why the ship was missing. That the old man had some
+good reason I made certain from the beginning; but the ship was a
+greater matter. Either she was powerless to help us or Mister Jacob had
+mistaken his orders. I knew not what to think. It was enough to be
+trapped there on that bit of a rock and to tell each other that,
+sleep-time or sun-time, we should be dead men if no help came to us.
+
+"Belike the Frenchman's took with the fog and is doing a bit of a doze
+on his own account," said Peter Bligh, gloomily, towards three bells in
+the afternoon watch--and little enough that wasn't gloomy he'd spoken
+that day. "Well, sleep won't fill my canteen anyway! I could manage a
+rump-steak, thank you, captain, and not particular about the onions!"
+
+They laughed at his notion of it, and Seth Barker sympathetically
+pegged his belt up one. I was more sorry for little Dolly Venn than any
+of them, though his pluck was wonderful to see.
+
+"Are you hungry, Dolly, lad?" I asked him, by-and-bye. Foolish question
+that it was, he answered me with a boy's bright laugh and something
+which could make light of it:
+
+"It's good for the constitution to fast, sir," he said, bravely; "our
+curate used to tell us so when I went to church. We shall all be
+saints--and Mr. Peter will have a halo if this goes on long enough!"
+
+Now, Peter Bligh didn't take to that notion at all, and he called out,
+savagely:
+
+"To blazes with your halos! Is it Christianity to rob an honest man of
+his victuals? Give me a round of top-side and leave me out of the
+stained-glass window! I'm not taking any, lad--my features isn't
+regular, as my poor----"
+
+"Peter, Peter," said I, bringing him to, "so it's top-side to-day?
+It was duck and green peas yesterday, Peter; but it won't be that
+to-night, not by a long way!"
+
+"If we sit on this rock long enough," chimed in Seth Barker, who was
+over-patient for his size, "some on us will be done like a rasher. I
+wouldn't make any complaint, captain; but I take leave to say it isn't
+wisdom."
+
+I had meant to say as much myself, but Peter Bligh was in before me,
+and so I let him speak.
+
+"Fog or no fog," cries he, "I'm for the shore presently, and that's
+sure and certain. It ain't no handsome vulture that I'm going to feed
+anyway! I don't doubt that you'll come with me, captain. Why, you could
+play 'God save the King' on me and hear every note! I'm a toonful drum,
+that's what I am----"
+
+"Be what you like, but don't ask us to dance to your music," said I,
+perhaps a little nettled; "as for going down, of course we shall,
+Peter. Do you suppose I'm the one to die up here like a rat in a trap?
+Not so, I do assure you. Give me twilight and a clear road, and I'll
+show you the way quick enough!"
+
+I could see that they were pleased, and Dolly Venn spoke up for them.
+
+"You won't go alone, sir?" asked he.
+
+"Indeed, and I shall, Dolly, and come back the same way. Don't you fear
+for me, my lad," said I; "I've been in a fog before in my life, and out
+of it, too, though I never loved them overmuch. If there's danger down
+below, one man has eyes enough to see it. It would be a mortal waste
+and pity that four should pay what one can give. But I won't forget
+that you are hungry, and if there's roast duck about, Peter Bligh shall
+have a wing, I promise him."
+
+Well, they all sat up at this; and Peter Bligh, very solemnly crossing
+his fingers after the Italian fashion, swore, as seamen will, that we'd
+all go together, good luck or bad, the devil or the deep sea. Seth
+Barker was no less determined upon it; and as for Dolly Venn, I believe
+he'd have cried like a child if he'd been left behind. In the end I
+gave way to them, and it was agreed that we should all set out
+together, for better or worse, when the right time came.
+
+"Your way, lads, not mine," said I; and pleased, too, at their
+affection. "As you wish it, so shall it be; and that being agreed upon
+I'll trouble Peter Bligh for his tobacco, for mine's low. We'll dine
+this night, fog or no fog. 'Twould want to be something sulphurous, I'm
+thinking, to put Peter off his grub. Aye, Peter, isn't that so? What
+would you say now to an Irish stew with a bit of bacon in it, and a
+glass of whisky to wash it down? Would fogs turn you back?"
+
+"No, nor Saint Patrick himself, with a shillelagh in his hand. I'm
+mortal empty, captain; and no man's more willing to leave this same
+bird's nest though he had all the sulphur out of Vesuvius on his
+diagram! We'll go down at sunset, by your leave, and God send us safely
+back again!"
+
+The others echoed my "Amen," and for an hour or more we all sat dozing
+in the heat of the angry day. Once, I think towards seven bells of the
+watch, Dolly Venn pointed out the funnels of a steamer on the northern
+horizon; but the loom of the smoke was soon lost, and from that time
+until six o'clock of the afternoon I do not think twenty words were to
+be heard on the rock. We were just waiting, waiting, like weary men who
+have a big work to do and are anxious to do it; and no sooner had the
+sun gone down and a fresh breeze of night begun to blow, than we jumped
+to our feet and told each other that the time had come.
+
+"Do you, Peter, take the ladder and let Seth Barker steady the end of
+it," said I. "The road's tricky enough, and precious little dinner
+you'll get at the bottom of a thousand-foot chasm! If there's men on
+the island, we shall know that soon enough. They cannot do more than
+murder us, and murder has merits when starvation's set against it. Come
+on, my lads," said I, "and keep a weather-eye open."
+
+This I said, and willingly they heard me; no gladder party ever went
+down a hillside than we four, whom hunger drove on and thirst made
+brave. Dangerous places, which we should have crossed with wary feet at
+any other time, now found us reckless and hasty.
+
+We bridged the chasms with the ladder, and slid down it as though it
+had been a rope. The bird's nest, where five days ago we'd first found
+shelter from the islanders, detained us now no longer than would
+suffice for thirsty men to bathe their faces and their hands in the
+brook which gushed out from the hillside, and to drink a draught which
+they remembered to their dying day. Aye, refreshing it was, more than
+words can tell, and such strength it gave us that, if there had been a
+hundred men on the mountain path; I do believe our steps would still
+have been set for the bungalow. For we were about to learn the truth.
+Curiosity is a good wind, even when you're hungry.
+
+Now, there was a place on the headland, three hundred feet above the
+valley, perhaps, whereat the hill path turned and, for the first time,
+the island was plainly to be seen. Here at this place we stopped all
+together and began to spy out the woods through which we had raced for
+our lives six days ago. The sun had but just set then, and, short as
+the twilight is in these parts, there was enough of it for us to make a
+good observation and to be sure of many things. What I think struck us
+all at the first was the absence of any fog such as we had heard about
+both from the Frenchman and Ruth Bellenden's diary. A bluish vapour, it
+is true, appeared to steam up from the woods and to loom in hazy clouds
+above the lower marshland. But of fog in the proper sense there was not
+a trace; and although I began to find the air a little heavy to
+breathe, and a curious stupidness, for which I could not altogether
+account, troubled my head, nevertheless I made sure that the story of
+sleep-time was, in the main, a piece of nonsense and that we should
+soon prove it to be so. Nor were the others behind me in this.
+
+"It is no fog I see which would slow me down a knot!" said Peter Bligh,
+when the island came into view; "to think that a man should go without
+his dinner for yon peat smoke! Surely, captain, they are simple in
+these parts and easy at the bogeys. 'Twill be roast duck, after
+all--and, may-be, the sage thrown in!"
+
+This was all well said, but Dolly Venn, quicker with his eyes, remarked
+a stranger fact.
+
+"There's no one about, sir, that I can see," said he, wisely, "and no
+lights in the houses either. I wonder where all the people are? It's
+curious that we shouldn't see some one."
+
+He put it as a kind of question; but before I could answer him Seth
+Barker chimed in with his deep voice, and pointed towards the distant
+reef:
+
+"They've lit up the sea, that's what they've done," said he.
+
+"By thunder, they have!" cries Peter Bligh, in his astonishment; "and
+generous about it, too. Saw any one such a thing as that?"
+
+He indicated the distant reef, which seemed, as I bear witness, ablaze
+with lights. And not only the reef, mark you, but the sea about it, a
+cable's length, it may be, to the north and the south, shone like a
+pool of fire, yellow and golden, and sometimes with a rare and
+beautiful green light when the darkness deepened. Such a spectacle I
+shall never see again if I sail a thousand ships! That luscious green
+of the rolling seas, the spindrift tossed in crystals of light, foam
+running on the rocks, but foam like the water of jewels, a dazzling
+radiance--aye, a very carpet of quivering gold. Of this had they made
+the northern channel. How it was done, what cleverness worked it, it
+needed greater brains than mine to say. I was for all the world like a
+man struck dumb with the beauty of something which pleases and awes him
+in the same breath.
+
+"Lights under the sea, and people living there! It's enough to make a
+man doubt his senses," said I. "And yet the thing's true, lads: we're
+sane men and waking; it isn't a story-book. You can prove it for
+yourselves."
+
+"Aye, and men going in and out like landsmen to their houses," cried
+Peter, almost breathless; "it's a fearsome sight, captain, a fearsome
+sight, upon my word."
+
+The rest of us said nothing. We were just a little frightened group
+that stared open-mouthed upon a seeming miracle. If we regarded the
+things we saw with a seaman's reverence, let no one make complaint of
+that. The spectacle was one to awe any man; nor might we forget that
+those who appeared to live below the sea lived there, as Ruth Bellenden
+had told us, because the island was a death-trap. We were in the trap
+and none to show us the road out.
+
+"Peter," said I, suddenly, for I wished to turn their thoughts away
+from it, "are you forgetting it's dinner-time?"
+
+"I clean forgot, captain, by all that's holy," said he.
+
+"And not feeling very hungry, either," exclaims Dolly Venn, who had
+begun to cough in the steaming vapour, which we laughed at. I was
+anxious about the lad already, and it didn't comfort me to hear Seth
+Barker breathing like an ox and telling me that it should be clearer in
+the valley.
+
+I said, "Yes, it might be," and all together we began to march again. A
+sharp walk carried us from the hill path through the tangle of bushes
+into the woods wherefrom danger first had come to us. The night had set
+in by this time and a clear moon was showing in the sky. Rare and
+beautiful, I must say, that moonlight was, shimmering through the hazy
+blue vapour and coming down almost as a carpet of violet between the
+broad green leaves. No scene that I have witnessed upon the stage of a
+theatre was more pleasing to my eyes than that silent forest with its
+lawns of grass and its patches of wonderful, fantastic light, and its
+strange silence, and the loneliness of which it seemed to speak. So
+awesome was it that I do not wonder we went a considerable way in
+silence. We were afraid, perhaps, to tell each other what we thought.
+When Peter Bligh cried out at last, we started at the sound of his
+voice as though a stranger hailed us.
+
+"Yonder," cried he, in a voice grown deep and husky; "yonder, captain,
+what do you make of that? Is it living men or dead, or do my eyes
+deceive me?"
+
+I stopped short at his words and the others halted with me. We were in
+a deep glen by this time; and all the surrounding woodland was shut
+from our sight. Great trees spread their branches like a canopy above
+us; the grass was soft and downy to the feet; the bewitching violet
+light gave unnatural yet wonderful colours to the flowery bushes about
+us. No fairy glen could have showed a heart more wonderful; and yet, I
+say, we four stood on the borders of it, with white faces and blinking
+eyes, and thoughts which none would change even with his own brother.
+
+Why did he do it, you ask? Ah, I'll tell you why.
+
+There were three men sleeping in the glen, and the face of one was
+plainly to be seen. He lay upon his back, his hands clenched, his limbs
+stiff, his eyes wide open as though some fearsome apparition had come
+to him and was not to be passed by. Of the others, one had dropped face
+downward and lay huddled up at the tree's foot; but the third was in a
+natural attitude and I do believe that he was dead. For a long time we
+stood there watching them--for he whose eyes were to be seen uttered
+every now and then a dismal cry in his sleep, and the second began to
+talk like a man in a delirium. Spanish he spoke, and that is a tongue I
+do not understand. But the words told of agony if ever words did, and I
+turned away from the scene at last as a man who couldn't bear to hear
+them.
+
+"They're sleeping," said I, "and little good to wake them, if Miss Ruth
+speaks true. Come on, lads--the shore's our road and short's the time
+to get there."
+
+Peter Bligh reeled dizzily in his walk and began to talk
+incoherently--a thing I had never heard him do before in all his life.
+
+"They're sleeping, aye, and what's the waking to be? Is it the madhouse
+or the ground? She spoke of the madhouse, and who'll deny, with reason?
+There was air for a man in the heights and no parlour plants. I walked
+forty miles to Cardiff Fair and didn't dance like this. Take bread when
+you've no meat, and, by thunder, I'll fill your glasses."
+
+Well, he gabbled on so, and not one of us gave him a hearing. I had my
+arm linked in Dolly Venn's, for he was weak and hysterical, and I
+feared he'd go under. Seth Barker, a strong man always, crashed through
+the underwood like an elephant stampeding. The woods, I said, could
+show us no more awesome sight than we had happed upon in the hollow;
+but there I was wrong, for we hadn't tracked a quarter of a mile when
+we stumbled suddenly upon the gardens of the bungalow, and there, lying
+all together, were five young girls I judged to be natives, for they
+had the shape of Pacific Islanders, and, seen in that strange light,
+were as handsome and taking as European women. Asleep they were, you
+couldn't doubt it; but, unlike the white men, they lay so still that
+they might have been dead, while nothing but their smiling faces told
+of life and breathing. They, at least, did not appear to suffer, and
+that was something for our consolation.
+
+"Look yonder, Dolly lad, and 'tell me what you see," said I, though,
+truth to tell, every word spoken was like a knife through my chest;
+"three young women sleeping as though they were in their own beds.
+Isn't that a sight to keep a man up? If they can go through with it,
+why not we--great men that have the sea's good health in them? Bear up,
+my boy, well find a haven presently."
+
+I didn't believe it, that goes without saying, nor, for that matter,
+did he. But wild horses wouldn't have dragged the truth from him. He
+was always a rare plucky one, was little Dolly Venn, and he behaved as
+such that night.
+
+"Better leave me? sir," he said; "I'm dead weight in the boat. Do you
+go to the beach, and perhaps the ship will come back. You've been
+very kind to me, Mister Begg, so kind, and now it's 'good-bye,' just
+'good-bye' and a long good-night."
+
+"Aye," said I, "and a sharp appetite for breakfast in the morning. Did
+you ever hear that I was a bit of a strong man, Dolly? Well, you see, I
+can pick you up as though you were a feather, and now that I have got
+you into my arms I'm going to carry you--why, where do you think?--into
+Ruth Bellenden's house, of course."
+
+He said nothing, but lay in my arms like a child. Peter Bligh had
+fallen headlong by the gate of the bungalow, and Seth Barker was about
+raving. I had trouble to make him understand my words; but he took them
+at last and did as I told him.
+
+"Open that door--with the bludgeon if you can't do it otherwise. But
+open it, man, open it!"
+
+He drew himself up erect and dealt a blow upon the door which might
+have brought down a factory chimney. I ran into the house with Dolly
+Venn in my arms, and as I ran I called to Barker, for God's sake, to
+help Mister Bligh. There would be no one in the house, I said, and
+nothing to be got by whispers. We ran a race with death, and for the
+moment had turned the corner before him.
+
+"Get Mister Bligh to the house and bar up the door after you. The fog
+will fill it in five minutes, and what then? Do you hear me, Seth
+Barker--do you hear me?"
+
+I asked the question plainly enough; but it was not Seth Barker who
+replied to it. You shall judge of my feelings when a bright light
+flashed suddenly in my face and a pleasant voice, coming out of
+nowhere, said, quite civilly:
+
+"The door, by all means, if you have any; regard for your lives or
+mine!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+THE DANCING MADNESS
+
+It was a great surprise to me that here should have been one of Edmond
+Czerny's men left in the bungalow; and when I heard his voice I stood
+for a full minute, uncertain whether to go on or to draw back. The
+light of the lamp was very bright; I had Dolly Venn in my arms,
+remember, and it was all Seth Barker's work to bring in Mister Bligh,
+so that no one will wonder at my hesitation, or the questions I put to
+myself as to how many men were in the house with the stranger, or what
+business kept him there when the island was a death-trap. These
+questions, however, the man answered for himself before many minutes
+had passed; and, moreover, a seaman's instinct seemed to tell me that
+he was a friend.
+
+"Walk right in here," he cried, opening a door behind him and showing
+me a room I had not entered when I visited Mme. Czerny. "Walk right in
+and don't gather daisies on the way. You've been on a pleasure cruise
+in the fog, I suppose--well, that's a sailor all the time--just all the
+time."
+
+He opened the door, I say, upon this, and when we had followed him into
+the room he shut it as quickly. It was not a very large apartment, but
+I noticed at once that the windows were blocked and curtained, and that
+half the space was lumbered up with great machines which seemed made up
+of glass bowls and jars; while a flame of gas was roaring out of an
+iron tube, and a current of delicious fresh air blowing upon our faces.
+Whatever we were in for, whether friendship or the other thing, a man
+could breathe here, and that was something to be thankful for.
+
+"We were caught in the woods and ran for it," said I, thinking in time
+to make my explanations; "it may have been a fool's errand, but it has
+brought us to a wise man's door. You know what the lad's trouble is, or
+you wouldn't be in this house, sir. I'll thank you for any kindness to
+him."
+
+He turned a pleasant face towards me and bade me lay Dolly on the sofa
+near the flaming burner. Peter Bligh was sitting on a chair, swearing,
+I fear, as much as he was coughing. Seth Barker, who had the lungs of a
+bull, looked as though he had found good grass. The fog wasn't made, I
+do believe, which would harm him. As for the doctor himself, he seemed
+like a perplexed man who has time for one smile and no more.
+
+"The lad will be all right in five minutes," said he, seriously; "there
+is air enough here, we being five men, for," he appeared to pause, and
+then he added, "for just three days. After that--why, yes, we'll begin
+to think after that."
+
+I did not know what to say to him, nor, I am sure, did the others.
+Dolly Venn had already opened his eyes and lay back, white and
+bloodless, on the sofa. A hissing sound of escaping gas was in the
+room. I breathed so freely that a sense of excitement, almost of
+intoxication, came upon me. The doctor moved about quietly and
+methodically, now looking to his burners, now at the machines. Five
+minutes came and went before he put another question.
+
+"What kept you from the shelter?" he asked, at last. I knew then that
+he believed us to be Edmond Czerny's men; and I made up my mind
+instantly what to do.
+
+"Prudence kept us, doctor," said I (for doctor plainly he was);
+"prudence, the same sense that turns a fly from a spider's web. It is
+fair that you should know the story. We haven't come to Ken's Island
+because we are Edmond Czerny's friends; nor will he call us that. Ask
+Mme. Czerny the next time you meet her, and she'll tell you what
+brought us here. You are acting well towards us and confidence is your
+due, so I say that the day when Edmond Czerny finds us on this shore
+will be a bad one for him or a bad one for us, as the case may be. Let
+it begin with that, and afterwards we shall sail in open water."
+
+I said all this just naturally, not wishing him to think that I feared
+Edmond Czerny nor was willing to hoist false colours. Enemy or friend,
+I meant to be honest with him. It was some surprise to me, I must say,
+when he went on quietly with his work, moving from place to place, now
+at the gas-burner, now at his machine, just for all the world as though
+this visitation had not disturbed him. When he spoke it was to ask a
+question about Miss Ruth.
+
+"Mme. Czerny," said he, quietly; "there is a Mme. Czerny, then?"
+
+Now, if he had struck me with his hand I could not have been more
+surprised at his ignorance. Just think of it--here was a man left
+behind on Ken's Island when all the riffraff there had fled to some
+shelter on the sea; a man working quietly, I was sure, to discover what
+he could of the gases which poisoned us; a man in Mistress Ruth's own
+house who did not even know her name. Nothing more wonderful had I
+heard that night. And the way he put the question, raising his eyebrows
+a little, and looking up over his long, white apron!
+
+"Not heard of Mme. Czerny!" cried I, in astonishment, "not heard of
+her--why, what shore do you hail from, then? Don't you know that she's
+his wife, doctor--his wife?"
+
+He turned to his bottles and went on arranging them. He was speaking
+and acting now at the same time.
+
+"I came ashore with Prince Czerny when he landed here three days ago.
+He did not speak of his wife. There are others in America who would be
+interested in the news--young ladies, I think."
+
+He paused for a little while, and then he said quietly:
+
+"You would be friends of the Princess's, no doubt?"
+
+"Princess be jiggered," said I; "that is to say, God forgive me, for I
+love Miss Ruth better than my own sister. He's no more a prince than
+you are, though that's a liberty, seeing that I don't know your name,
+doctor. He's just Edmond Czerny, a Hungarian musician, who caught a
+young girl's fancy in the South, and is making her suffer for it here
+in the Pacific. Why, just think of it. A young American girl----"
+
+He stopped me abruptly, swinging round on his heel and showing the
+first spark of animation he had as yet been guilty of.
+
+"An American girl?" cried he.
+
+"As true as the Gospels, an American girl. She was the daughter of
+Rupert Bellenden, who made his money on the Western American Railroad.
+If you remember the Elbe going down, you won't ask what became of him.
+His son, Kenrick Bellenden, is in America now. I'd give my fortune,
+doctor, to let him know how it fares with his sister on this cursed
+shore. That's why my own ship sails for 'Frisco this day--at least, I
+hope and believe so, for otherwise she's at the bottom of the sea."
+
+I told the story with some heat, for amazement is the enemy of a slow
+tongue; but my excitement was not shared by him, and for some minutes
+afterwards he stood like a man in a reverie.
+
+"You came in your own ship!" he exclaimed next. "Why, yes, you would
+not have walked. Did Mme. Czerny ask you here?"
+
+"It was a promise to her," said I. "She left the money with her lawyers
+for me to bring a ship to Ken's Island twelve months after her
+marriage. That promise I kept, doctor, and here I am and here are my
+shipmates, and God knows what is to be the end of it and the end of
+us!"
+
+He agreed to that with one of those expressive nods which spared him a
+deal of talk. By-and-bye, without referring to the matter any more, he
+turned suddenly to Peter Bligh and exclaimed:
+
+"Halloa, my man, and what's the matter with you?"
+
+Now, Peter Bligh sat up as stiff as a board and answered directly.
+
+"Hunger, doctor, that's the matter with me! If you'll add thirst to it,
+you've about named my complaint."
+
+"Fog out of your lungs, eh?"
+
+"Be sure and it is. I could dance at a fair and not be particular
+about the women. Put me alongside a beef-steak and you shall see some
+love-making. Aye, doctor, I'll never get my bread as a living skeleton,
+the saints be good to me, my hold's too big for that!"
+
+It was like Mister Bligh, and amused the stranger very much. Just as if
+to answer Peter, the doctor crossed the room and opened a big cupboard
+by the window, which I saw to be full of victuals.
+
+"I forget to eat, myself, when the instruments hustle me," said he,
+thoughtfully; "that's a bad habit, anyway. Suppose you display your
+energy by setting supper. There are tinned things here and eggs, I
+believe. You'll find firewood and fresh meat in the kitchen yonder.
+Here's something to keep the fog out of your lungs while you get it."
+
+
+[Illustation: We were all sitting at the supper-table.]
+
+
+He tossed a respirator across the table, and Peter Bligh was away to
+the kitchen before you could count two. It was a relief to have
+something to do, and right quickly our fellows did it. We were all
+(except little Dolly Venn, who wanted his strength yet) sitting at the
+supper table when half an hour had passed and eating like men who had
+fasted for a month. To-morrow troubled the seamen but little. It did
+not trouble Peter Bligh or Seth Barker that night, I witness.
+
+A strange scene, you will admit, and one not readily banished from the
+memory. For my part, I see that room, I see that picture many a time in
+the night watches on my ship or in the dreaming moments of a seaman's
+day. The great machines of glass and brass rise up again about me as
+they rose that night. I watch the face of the American doctor, sharp
+and clear-cut and boyish, with the one black curl across the forehead.
+I see Peter Bligh bent double over the table, little Dolly Venn's eyes
+looking up bravely at me as he tries to tell us that all is well with
+him. The same curious sensations of doubt and uncertainty come again to
+plague me. What escape was there from that place? What escape from the
+island? Who was to help us in our plight? Who was to befriend little
+Ruth Bellenden now? Would the ship ever come back? Was she above or
+below the sea? Would the sleep-time endure long, and should we live
+through it? Ah! that was the thing to ask them. More especially to ask
+this clever man, whose work I made sure it was to answer the question.
+
+"We thank you, doctor," I said to him, at one time; "we owe our lives
+to you this night. We sha'n't forget that, be sure of it."
+
+"I'll never eat a full meal again but I'll remember the name of
+Doctor--Doctor--which reminds me that I don't know your name, sir,"
+added Peter Bligh, clumsily. The doctor smiled at his humour.
+
+"Dr. Duncan Gray, if it's anything to remember. Ask for Duncan Gray, of
+Chicago, and one man in a thousand will tell you that he makes it his
+business to write about poisons, not knowing anything of them. Why,
+yes, poison brought me here and poison will move me on again; at least
+I begin to imagine it. Poison, you see, holds the aces."
+
+"It's a fearsome place, truly," said I, "and wonderful that Europe
+knows so little about it. I've seen Ken's Island on the charts any time
+these fifteen years, but never a whisper have I heard of sleep-time or
+sun-time or any other death-talk such as I've heard these last three
+days. You'll be here, doctor, no doubt, to ascertain the truth of it?
+If my common sense did not tell me as much, the machinery would. It's a
+great thing to be a man of your kind, and I'd give much if my education
+had led me that way. But I was only at a country grammar school, and
+what I couldn't get in at one end the master never could at the other.
+Aye, I'd give much to know what you know this night!"
+
+He smiled a little queerly at the compliment, I thought, and turned it
+off with a word.
+
+"I begin to know how little I know, and that's a good start," said he.
+"Possibly Ken's Island will make that little less. The master of Ken's
+Island is generously sending me to Nature's university. I think that I
+understand why he permitted me to come here. Why, yes, it was smart,
+and the man who first set curiosity going about Prince Czerny in
+Chicago is well out of Prince Czerny's way. I must reckon all this up,
+Captain--Captain----"
+
+"Jasper Begg," said I, "at one time master of Ruth Bellenden's yacht,
+the Manhattan."
+
+"And Peter Bligh, his mate, who is a Christian man when the victuals
+are right."
+
+Seth Barker said nothing, but I named him and spoke about Dolly Venn.
+We five, I think, began to know each other better from that time, and
+to fall together as comrades in a common misfortune. Parlous as our
+plight was, we had food and drink and tobacco for our pipes afterwards;
+and a seaman needs little more than that to make him happy. Indeed, we
+should have passed the night well enough, forgetting all that had gone
+before and must come after, but for a weird reminder at the hour of
+midnight, which compelled us to recollect our strange situation and all
+that it betided.
+
+Comfortable we were, I say, for Dr. Gray had found fine berths for us
+all: Dolly on the sofa, his skipper in an arm-chair, Peter Bligh and
+Seth Barker on rugs by the window, and he himself in a hammock slung
+across the kitchen door. We had said "good-night" to one another and
+were settling off to sleep, when there came a weird, wild calf from the
+grounds without; and so dismal was it and so like the cries of men in
+agony that we all sprang to our feet and stood, with every faculty
+waking, to listen to the horrible outcry. For a moment no man moved, so
+full of terror were those sounds; but the doctor, coming first to his
+senses, strode towards the window and pulled the heavy curtain back
+from it. Then, in the dazzling light, that wonderful gold-blue light
+which hovered in mist-clouds about the gardens of the bungalow, I saw a
+spectacle which froze my very blood. Twenty men and women, perhaps,
+some of them Europeans, some natives, some dressed in seamen's dress,
+some in rags, some quite naked, were dancing a wild, fantastic,
+maddening dance which no foaming Dervish could have surpassed, aye, or
+imitated, in his cruellest moments. Whirling round and round, extending
+their arms to the sky, sometimes casting themselves headlong on the
+ground, biting the earth with savage lips, tearing their flesh with
+knives, one or two falling stone-dead before our very eyes, these poor
+people in their delirium cried like animals, and filled the whole woods
+with their melancholic wailing. For ten minutes, it may be, the fit
+endured; then one by one they sank to the earth in the most fearful
+contortions of limb and face and body, and, a great silence coming upon
+the house, we saw them there in that cold, clear light, outposts of the
+death which Ken's Island harboured.
+
+We saw the thing, we knew its dreadful truth, yet many minutes passed
+before one among us opened his lip. The spell was still on us--a spell
+of dread and fear I pray that few men may know.
+
+"The laughing fever," exclaimed the doctor, at last, letting the
+curtain fall back with trembling hand. "Yes, I have heard of that
+somewhere."
+
+And then he said, pointing to the lamp upon the table:
+
+"Three days, my friends, three days between us and that!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+THE STORM
+
+You have been informed that Dr. Gray promised us three days' security
+in the bungalow, and I will now tell you how it came about that we
+quitted the house next morning, and set out anew upon the strangest
+errand of them all.
+
+There's an old saying among seamen that the higher the storm the deeper
+the sleep, and this, may-be, is true, if you speak of a ship and of an
+English crew upon her. It takes something more than a capful of wind to
+blow sleep from a sailor's eyes; and though you were to tell him that
+the Judgment was for to-morrow, I do believe he would take his four
+hours off all the same. But at Ken's Island things went differently;
+and two, at least, of our party knew little sleep that night. Again and
+again I turned on my bed to see Dr. Gray busy before his furnace and to
+hear Peter Bligh snoring as though he'd crack the window-glass.
+Nevertheless, sleep came to me slowly, and when I slept I dreamed of
+the island and all the strange things which had happened there since
+first we set foot upon it. Many sounds and shapes were present in my
+dream, and the sweet figure of Ruth Bellenden with them all. I saw her
+brave and patient in the gardens of the bungalow; the words which she
+had spoken, "For God's sake come back to me!" troubled my ears like the
+music of the sea. Sometimes, as dreams will, the picture was but a
+vague shadow, and would send me hither and thither, now to the high
+seas and an English port, again to the island and the bay wherein I
+first landed. I remember, more than all, a dream which carried me to
+the water's edge, with my hand in hers, and showed me a great storm and
+inky clouds looming above the reef and the lightning playing vividly,
+and a tide rising so swiftly that it threatened to engulf us and flood
+the very land on which we stood. And then I awoke, and the dawn-light
+was in the room and Dr. Gray himself stood watching by the window.
+
+"Yes," he said, as though answering some remark of mine, "we shall have
+a storm--and soon."
+
+"You do not say so!" cried I; "why, that's my dream! I must have heard
+the thunder in my sleep."
+
+He drew the curtain back to show me the angry sky, which gave promise
+of thunder and of a hurricane to follow; the air of the room seemed
+heavy as that of a prison-house. In the gardens outside a shimmer of
+yellow light reminded me of a London fog as once I breathed it by
+Temple Bar. No longer could you distinguish the trees or the bushes or
+even the mass of the woods beyond the gate. From time to time the loom
+of the cloud would lift, and a beam of sunlight strike through it,
+revealing a golden path and a bewitching vision of grass and roses all
+drooping in the heat. Then the ray was lost again, and the yellow
+vapour steamed up anew.
+
+"A storm undoubtedly," said the doctor, at last, "and a bad one, too.
+We should learn something from this, captain. Why, yes, it looks
+easy--after the storm the wind."
+
+"And the wind will clear Ken's Island of fog," cried I. "Ah, of course,
+it will. We shall breathe just now and go about like sane men. I am
+younger for hearing it, doctor."
+
+He said, "Yes, it was good news," and then put some sticks into the
+grate and began to make a fire. The others still slept heavily. Little
+Dolly Venn muttered in his sleep a name I thought I had heard before,
+and, truth to tell, it was something like "Rosamunda." The doctor
+himself was as busy as a housemaid.
+
+"Yes," he continued, presently, "we should be pretty well through with
+the sleep-time, and after that, waking. Does anything occur to you?"
+
+I sat up in the chair and looked at him closely. His own manner of
+speech was catching.
+
+"Why, yes," said I, "something does occur. For one thing, we may have
+company."
+
+He lit a match and watched the wood blazing up the chimney. A bit of
+fire is always a cheerful thing, and it did me good to see it that
+morning.
+
+"Czerny has more than a hundred men," said he, after some reflection.
+"We are four and one, which makes five; five exactly."
+
+Now, this was the first time he had confessed to anything which might
+let a man know where his sympathies lay. Friend or enemy, yesterday
+taught me nothing about him. I learnt afterwards that he had once known
+Kenrick Bellenden in Philadelphia. I think he was glad to have four
+comrades with him on Ken's Island.
+
+"If you mean thereby, doctor, that you'd join us," was my reply, "you
+couldn't tell me better news. You know why I came here and you know why
+I stay. It may mean much to Mme. Czerny to have such a friend as you.
+What can be done by five men on this cursed shore shall be done, I
+swear; but I am glad that you are with us--very glad."
+
+I really meant it, and spoke from my heart: but he was not a
+demonstrative man, and he rarely answered one directly as one might
+have wished. On this occasion, I remember, he went about his work for a
+little while before he spoke again; and it was not until the coffee was
+boiling on the hob that he came across to me and, seating himself on
+the arm of my chair, asked, abruptly:
+
+"Do you know what fool's errand brought me to this place?"
+
+"I have imagined it," said I. "You wanted to know the truth about the
+sleep-time."
+
+He laughed that queer little laugh which expressed so much when you
+heard it.
+
+"No," said he, "I do not care a dime either way! I just came along to
+advertise myself. Ken's Island and its secrets are my newspaper. When I
+go back to New York people will say, 'That's the specialist, Duncan
+Gray, who wrote about narcotics and their uses.' They'll come and see
+me because the newspapers tell them to. We advertise or die, nowadays,
+captain, and the man who gets a foothold up above must take some risks.
+I took them when I shipped with Edmond Czerny."
+
+It was an honest story, and I liked the man the better for it. No word
+of mine intervened before he went on with it.
+
+"Luck put me in the way of the thing," he continued, the mood being on
+him now and my silence helping him; "I met Czerny's skipper in 'Frisco,
+and he was a talker. There's nothing more dangerous than a loose
+tongue. The man said that his master was the second human being to set
+foot on Ken's Archipelago. I knew that it was not true. A hundred years
+ago Jacob Hoyt, a Dutchman, was marooned on this place and lived to
+tell the story of it. The record lies in the library at Washington;
+I've read it."
+
+He said this with a low chuckle, like a man in possession of a secret
+which might be of great value to him. I did not see the point of it at
+the time, but I saw it later, as you shall hear.
+
+"Yes," he rattled on, "Edmond Czerny holds a full hand, but I may yet
+draw fours. He's a clever man, too, and a deep one. We'll see who's
+the deeper, and we will begin soon, Captain Begg--very soon. The
+sleep-time's through, I guess, and this means waking."
+
+Now, this was spoken of the storm without, and a heavy clap of thunder,
+breaking at that moment, pointed his words as nothing else could have
+done. I had many questions yet to ask him, such as how it was that he
+persuaded Czerny to take him aboard (though a man who knew so much
+would have been a dangerous customer to leave behind), but the rolling
+sounds awoke the others, and Peter Bligh, jumping up half asleep, asked
+if any one knocked.
+
+"I thought it was the devil with the hot water--and bedad it is!" cries
+he. "Is the house struck, or am I dreaming it, doctor? It's a fearsome
+sound, truly."
+
+Peter meant it as a bit of his humour, I do believe; but little he knew
+how near the truth his guess was. The storm, which had threatened us
+since dawn, now burst with a splendour I have never seen surpassed. A
+very sheet of raging fire opened up the livid sky. The crashing thunder
+shook the timbers of the house until you might have thought that the
+very roof was coming in. In the gardens themselves, leaping into your
+view and passing out of it again as a picture shuttered by light, great
+trees were split and broken, the woods fired, the gravel driven up in a
+shower of pelting hail. I have seen storms in my life a-many, but never
+one so loud and so angry as the storm of that ebbing sleep-time. There
+were moments when a whirlwind of terrible sounds seemed to envelop us,
+and the very heavens might have been rolling asunder. We said that the
+bungalow could not stand, and we were right.
+
+Now, this was a bad prophecy; but the fulfilment came more swiftly and
+more surely than any of us had looked for. Indeed, Dolly Venn was
+scarce upon his feet, and the sleep hardly out of Seth Barker's eyes,
+when the room in which we stood was all filled by a scathing flame of
+crimson light, and, a whirlwind of fire sweeping about us, it seemed to
+wither and burn everything in its path and to scorch our very limbs as
+it passed them by. To this there succeeded an overpowering stench of
+sulphur, and ripping sounds as of wood bursting in splinters, and beams
+falling, and the crackling of timber burning. Not a man among us, I
+make sure, but knew full well the meaning of those signals or what they
+called him to do. The bungalow was struck; life lay in the fog without,
+in the death-fog we had twice escaped.
+
+"She's burning--she's burning, by----!" cried Seth Barker, running
+wildly for the door; and to his voice was added that of Duncan Gray,
+who roared:
+
+"My lead, my lead--stand back, for your lives!"
+
+He threw a muffler round his neck and ran out from the stricken
+bungalow. The whole westward wing of the house was now alight. Great
+clouds of crimson flame wrestled with the looming fog above us; they
+illumined all the garden about as with the light of ten thousand fiery
+lamps. Suffocating smoke, burning breezes, floating sparks, leaping
+tongues of flame drove us on. Cries you heard, one naming the heights
+for a haven, another clamouring for the beach, one answering with an
+oath, another, it may be, with a prayer; but no man keeping his wits or
+shaping a true course. What would have happened but for the holding fog
+and the sulphurous air we breathed, I make no pretence to say; but
+Nature stopped us at last, and, panting and exhausted, we came to a
+halt in the woods, and asked each other in the name of reason what we
+should do next.
+
+"The sea!" cries Peter Bligh, forgetting his courage (a rare thing for
+him to do); "show me the sea or I'm a dead man!"
+
+To whom Seth Barker answers:
+
+"If there's breath, it's on the hills; we'll surely die here."
+
+And little Dolly, he said:
+
+"I cannot run another step, sir; I'm beat--dead beat!"
+
+For my part I had no word for them; it remained for Doctor Gray to lead
+again.
+
+"I will show you the road," cried he, "if you will take it."
+
+"And why not?" I asked him. "Why not, doctor?"
+
+"Because," he answered, very slowly, "it's the road to Edmond Czerny's
+house."
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+A WHITE POOL--AND AFTERWARDS
+
+We must have been a third of a mile from the shore when the doctor
+spoke, and three hundred yards, perhaps, from the pool in the glens. It
+is true that the storm seemed to clear the air; but not as we had
+expected, nor as fair argument led us to hope. Wind there was, hot and
+burning on the face; but it brought no cool breath in its path, and did
+but roll up the fog in banks of grey and dirty cloud. While at one
+minute you would see the wood, green and grassy, as in the evening
+light, at another you could scarce distinguish your neighbour or mark
+his steps. To me, it appeared that the island dealt out life and death
+on either hand; first making a man leap with joy because he could
+breathe again; then sending him gasping to the earth with all his
+senses reeling and his brain on fire. Any shelter, I said, would be
+paradise to men in the bond of that death-grip. Sleep itself, the
+island's sleep, could have been no worse than the agony we suffered.
+
+"Doctor," I cried, as I ran panting up to him, "Edmond Czerny's house
+or another--show us the way, here and now! We cannot fare worse; you
+know that. Lead on and we follow, wherever it is."
+
+The others said, "Aye, aye, lead on and we follow." Desperation was
+their lot now; the madman's haste, the driven man's hope. There, in
+that fearful hollow, lives were ebbing away like the sea on a shallow
+beach. They fought for air, for breath, for light, for life. I can see
+Peter Bligh to this day as he staggers to his feet and cries, wildly:
+
+"The mouth of blazes would be a Sunday parlour to this! Lead on,
+doctor, I am dying here!"
+
+So he spoke; and, the others lurching up again, we began to race
+through the wood to a place where the fog lay lighter and the mists had
+left. Wonderful sights met our eyes--aye, more wonderful than any words
+of mine could picture for you. In the air above flocks of birds wheeled
+dizzily as though the very sky was on fire. Round and round, round and
+round, they darkened the heaven like some great wheel revolving; while,
+ever and anon, a beautiful creature would close its wings and swoop to
+death upon the dewy grass. Other animals, terrified cattle, wild dogs,
+creatures from the heights and creatures from the valleys, all huddled
+together in their fear, raised doleful cries which no ear could shut
+out. The trees themselves were burnt and blackened by the storm, the
+glens as dark as night, the heaven above one canopy of fiery cloud and
+stagnant vapour.
+
+Now, I knew no more than the dead what Duncan Gray meant when he said
+that he would lead us to Czerny's house. A boat I felt sure he did not
+possess, or he would have spoken of it; nor did he mean that we should
+swim, for no man could have lived in the surf about the reefs. His
+steps, moreover, were not carrying him towards the beach, but to that
+vile pool in the ravine wherein a man had died on the night we came to
+Ken's Island. This pool I saw again as we ran on towards the headland;
+and so still and quiet it seemed, such a pretty lake among the hills,
+that no man would have guessed the terror below its waters or named the
+secret of it. Nevertheless, it recalled to me our first night's work,
+and how little we could hope from any man in Czerny's house; and this I
+had in my mind when the doctor halted at last before the mouth of an
+open pit at the very foot of the giant headland. He was blown with
+running, and the sweat dropped from his forehead like water. The place
+itself was the most awesome I have ever entered. On either hand, so
+close to us that the arms outstretched could have touched them, were
+two mighty walls, which towered up as though to the very sky beyond the
+vapour. A black pit lay before us; the fog and the burning wind in the
+woods we had left. Silence was here--the awful silence of night and
+solitude. No eye could fathom the depths or search the heights. What
+lay beyond, I might not say. The doctor had led us to this wilderness,
+and he must speak.
+
+"See here," he cried, mopping the sweat from his face and rolling up
+his shirt-sleeves, like a man who has good work to do, "the road's down
+yonder, and we need a light to strike it. Give me your hand, one of
+you, while I fetch up the lantern. A Dutchman didn't write of Ken's
+Island for nothing. I guess he knew we were coming his way."
+
+He stretched out a hand to me with the words, and I held it surely
+while he bent over the pit and groped for the lantern he spoke of.
+
+"Three days ago," said he, "I ran a picnic here all to myself. It is as
+well to find new lodgings if the old don't suit. I left my lantern
+behind me, and this it is, I reckon."
+
+He pulled up from the depths a gauze lantern such as miners use, and,
+lighting it, he showed us the heart of the pit. It was a deep hole, 30
+feet down, perhaps, and strewn with rubbish and fragments of the iron
+rocks. But what was worth more to us, aye, than a barrel of gold, was
+the sweet, fresh air which came to us through a tunnel's mouth as by a
+siphon from the open sea herself; and, blowing freshly on our faces,
+sent us quickly down towards it with glad cries and the spirits of men
+who have broken a prison gate.
+
+"The sea, the sea, by all that's holy!" cries Peter Bligh. "Oh, doctor,
+I breathe, I breathe, as I am a Christian man, I breathe!"
+
+We tumbled down into the pit headlong and sat there for many minutes
+wondering if, indeed, the death were passed or if we must face it again
+in the minutes to come. There before us, once we had passed the
+tunnel's mouth, stood a vast, domed hall which, I declare, men might
+have cut and not Nature in the depths of that strange cavern.
+
+Open to the day through great apertures high up in the face of the
+cliff, a soft glow like the light which comes through the windows of a
+church streamed upon the rocky floor and showed us the wonders of that
+awesome place. Room upon room, we saw, cave upon cave; some round like
+the mosques a Turk can build, others lofty and grand as any cathedral;
+some pretty as women's dens, all decked with jewels and ornament of
+jasper and walls of the blackest jet. These things I saw; these rooms I
+passed through. A magician might have conjured them up; and yet he was
+no magician, but only Duncan Gray, the man I knew for the first time
+yesterday, but already called a comrade.
+
+"Doctor," I said, "it is a house of miracles, truly! But where to
+now--aye, that's the question; where to?"
+
+He sat upon a stone, and we grouped ourselves about him. Peter Bligh
+took out a pipe from his pocket and was not forbidden to light it.
+There was a distant sound in the cave like that of water rushing, and
+once another sound to which I could give no meaning. The doctor himself
+was still thinking deeply, as though hazarding a guess as to our
+position.
+
+"Boys," he said, "I'll tell you the whole story. This place was
+discovered by Hoyt, a Dutchman. If Czerny had read his book, he would
+know of it; but he hasn't. I took the trouble to walk in because I
+thought it might be useful when he turned nasty. It is going to be
+that, as you can see. Follow through to the end of it, and you are in
+Czerny's house. Will you go there or hold back? It's for you to say."
+
+I filled my pipe, as Peter had done, and, breathing free for the first
+time for some hours, I tried to speak up for the others.
+
+"A sailor's head tells me that there is a road from here to the reef;
+is that true?" asked I at last; "is it true, doctor?"
+
+He put on his glasses and looked at me with those queer, clever eyes of
+his. I believe to this day that our dilemma almost pleased him.
+
+"A sailor's head guesses right first time," was his answer. "There is a
+road under the sea from here to Czerny's doorstep. I'm waiting to know
+if it's on or back. You know the risks and are not children. Say that
+you turn it up and we'll all go back together, or stay here as wisdom
+dictates. But it's for you to speak----"
+
+We answered him all together, though Peter Bligh was the first he
+heard.
+
+"The lodgings here being free and no charge for extras," said Peter,
+sagely.
+
+And Dolly Venn, he said:
+
+"We are five, at any rate. I don't suppose they would murder us. After
+all, Edmond Czerny is a gentleman."
+
+"Who shoots the poor sailormen that's wrecked on his shore;" put in
+Seth Barker, doggedly.
+
+"He'd be of the upper classes, no doubt;" added Peter Bligh; "he'll see
+that we don't sleep in damp sheets! Aye, 'tis the devil of a man,
+surely!"
+
+Doctor Gray heard them patiently--more patiently than I did--and then
+went on again:
+
+"If you stop here, you starve; if you go on--well, you take your luck.
+Should the fog lift up yonder, you'll be having Czerny back again. It's
+a rule-of-three sum, gentlemen. For my part, I say 'go on and take your
+luck,' but I won't speak for you unless you are willing."
+
+"None more willing," cried I, coming to a resolution on the spot.
+"Forward let it be, and luck go with us. We'd be fools to die like rats
+in a trap when there's light and food not a mile away. And cowards,
+too, boys--cowards!" I added.
+
+The others said: "Aye, aye, we're no cowards!" And all being of one
+mind we set out together through that home of wonders. Edmond Czerny's
+house we sought, and thither this iron road would carry us. A path more
+beautiful no man has trodden. From this time the great, church-like
+grottos gave place to lower roofs and often black-dark openings. By
+here and there we dived into tunnels wondrously cut by some forgotten
+river of fire in the ages long ago, and, emerging again, we entered a
+wilderness of ravines wherefrom even the sky was to be seen and the
+cliffs towering majestically above us. Then, at last, we left the
+daylight altogether, and going downward as to the heart of the earth I
+knew that the land lay behind us and that the sea flowed above our
+heads.
+
+Reader of a plain seaman's story, can you come with me on such a
+journey as I and four stout hearts made on that unforgotten day? Can
+you picture, as I picture now, that dark and lonesome cavern, with the
+sea beating upon its roof and the air coming salt and humid to the
+tongue, and the echo of distant breakers in your ears, and always the
+night and the doubt of it? Can you follow me from grotto to grotto and
+labyrinth to labyrinth, stumbling often by the way, catching at the
+lantern's dancing rays, calling one to the other, "All's well--lead
+on"? Aye, I doubt that you can. These things must be seen with a man's
+own eyes, heard with his own ears, to be understood and made real to
+him. To me that scene lives as though yesterday had brought it. I see
+the doctor with his impatient step. I see Peter Bligh stumbling after
+him. I hear little Dolly Venn's manly voice; I help Seth Barker over
+the rocks. And these four stand side by side with me on the white
+pool's edge. The danger comes again. The fear, the loathing, are
+unforgotten.
+
+I speak of fear and loathing and of dread white pool, and you will ask
+me why and how we came thereto. And so I say that the water lay,
+may-be, a third of a mile from the land, in a clear, transparent basin
+of some quartz or mica, or other shining mineral, so that it gave out
+crystal lights even to the darkness, and the arched grotto which held
+it was all aglow, as though with hidden fires. A silent pool it was, we
+said, and our path seemed to end upon its brink; but even as we stood
+asking for a road, all the still water began to heave and foam, and, a
+great creature rising up from the depths, the lantern showed us a
+monster devil-fish, and we fell back one upon the other with affrighted
+cries. Nor let any man charge us with that. A situation more perilous I
+have never been in, and never shall. The fish's terrible suckers
+searching all the rocks, the frightful eye of the brute, the rushing
+water, the half-light worse than darkness, might well have driven back
+a stronger man than I. And upon the top of that was the thought that by
+such lay the road to safety. We must pass the grotto, or perish of
+starvation.
+
+Now, the first fright of this encounter was done with in a minute or
+two, and when it was plain to us that the devil-fish was stuck in the
+pool which some tide of the sea fed, perhaps, and that his suckers
+could not reach the higher part of the rock, we began to speak of it
+rationally, and to plan a way of going over. I was for emptying our
+revolvers into the fish straight away; but the doctor would have none
+of it, fearing the report, and, remembering what he had read in the
+Dutchman's book, he came out with another notion.
+
+"Hoyt went over the rocks," said he, calmly, while we still drew back
+from the pool affrighted, our hearts in our boots I make sure, and not
+one of us that did not begin to think of the fog again when he saw the
+devil-fish struggling to be free. "It's not a sweet road, but better
+than none at all. Keep behind me, boys, and mind you don't slip or
+you'll find something worse than sharks. Now for it, and luck go with
+us."
+
+With this he began to clamber round the edge of the pool, but so high
+up that it did not seem possible for the fish to touch him. There was
+good foothold on the jagged hunks of rock, and a man might have gone
+across safely enough but for the thought of that which was below him.
+For my part, I say that my eyes followed him as you may follow a walker
+on a tight-wire. One false step would send him flying down to a death I
+would not name, and that false step he appeared to make. My God! I see
+it all so clearly now. The slip, the frantic clutch at the rocks, the
+great tentacle which shot out and gripped his leg, and then the flash
+of my own revolver fired five times at the terrible eyes below me.
+
+There were loud cries in the cave, the wild shouts of terrified men,
+the smoke of pistols, the foaming and splashing of water, all the signs
+of panic which may follow a fellow-creature about to die. That the
+devil-fish had caught the doctor with one of his tentacles you could
+not doubt; that he would drag him down into that horrid stomach, I
+myself surely believed. Never was a fight for life a more awful thing
+to see. On the one hand a brave man gripping the rocks with hands and
+foot until the crags cut his very flesh; on the other that ghoul-like
+horror seeking to wind other claws about its prey and to drag it
+towards its gaping mouth. What miracle could save him, God alone knew;
+and yet he was saved. A swift act of his own, brave and wonderful,
+struck the sucker from the limb and set him free. Aye, what a mind to
+think of it! What other man, I ask, would have let go his hold of the
+rocks when hold meant so much to him and that fish swam below?
+Nevertheless, the doctor did so. I see it now--the quick turn--the
+knife drawn from its sheath--the severed tentacle cut clean as a cork,
+the devil-fish itself drawing back to the depths of the crimson pool.
+And then once more I am asking the doctor if he is hurt; and he is
+answering me, cheerily, "Not much, captain, not much," and we four are
+following after him as white as women, I do believe, our nerves
+unstrung, our hearts quaking as we crossed the dreadful pit.
+
+Well, we went over well enough, shirk it as we might. The bullets which
+sent the devil-fish to the bottom sent him there to die, for all I
+knew. The pool itself was red with blood by this time, and the waters
+settling down again. I could see nothing of the fish as I crossed over;
+and Seth Barker, who came last and, like a true seaman, had forgotten
+his fear already, swung the lantern down to the water's edge, but
+discovered nothing. The doctor himself, excited as you might expect,
+and limping with his hurt, simply said, "Well over, lads, well over";
+and then, taking the lantern from Seth Barker's hands, he would not
+wait to answer our curiosity, but pushed on through the tunnel.
+
+"It's not every man who has a back-door with a watch-dog like that,"
+said he, as he went; "Edmond Czerny, may-be, does not know his luck;
+I'll tell him of it when we're through. It won't be a long while now,
+boys, and I'm glad of it. My foot informs me it's there, and I shall
+have to leave a card on it just now."
+
+"Then the sooner you let us look at it the better, doctor," said I.
+"Aye, but you were nearly gone. My heart was in my throat all the time
+you stood there."
+
+"Which is no place for a man's heart to be," said he, brightly;
+"especially at the door of Edmond Czerny's house."
+
+He stood a moment and bade me listen. We were in an open place of the
+tunnel then, and a ray of light striking down from some lamp above us
+revealed an iron ladder and a wooden trap above it. The sea I could
+hear beating loudly upon the reef; but with the sea's voice came
+others, and they were human.
+
+"Yes," said the doctor, quietly, "we are in the house all right, and
+God knows when we shall get out of it again!"
+
+And then, with a cry of pain, he fell fainting at my feet.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+AN INTERLUDE, DURING WHICH WE READ IN RUTH BELLENDEN'S DIARY AGAIN *
+
+ * The editor has thought it well to give at this point the
+ above extract from Ruth Bellenden's diary, as permitting some
+ insight into the events which transpired on Ken's Island after
+ Jasper Begg's discovery and Edmond Czerny's return.
+
+May 5TH.--My message to the sea has been heard. Jasper Begg is on Ken's
+Island. All that this means to me, all that it may mean, I dare not
+think. A great burden seems lifted from my shoulders. I have found a
+friend and he is near me.
+
+May 6th.--I have seen Jasper to-night, and he has gone away again. He
+is not changed, I think. It is the same honest, English face, the same
+cheery English voice. I have always said that Jasper is one of the
+handsomest Englishmen I have ever seen. And just as on my own yacht, so
+here on Ken's Island, the true English gentleman speaks to me. For
+Jasper is that above all things, one of Nature's gentlemen, whom the
+rough world will never disguise nor the sea life change. He would be
+thirty-five years of age now, I remember, but he has not lost his
+boyish face, and there is the same shy reticence which he never could
+conquer. He has come here according to his promise. A ship lies in the
+offing, and he would have me go to it. How little he knows of my true
+condition in this dreadful place. How may a woman go when a hundred
+watch her every hour?
+
+May 7th.--Clair-de-Lune, the Frenchman, came to the bungalow very early
+this morning to tell me of certain things which happened on the island
+last night. It seems that Jasper is still here, and that the storm has
+driven away his ship. I do not know whether to be sorry or glad. He
+cannot help me--he cannot!--and yet a friend is here. I take new
+courage at that. If a woman can aid a brave man to win her liberty, I
+am that woman and Jasper is the man. Yesterday I was alone; but to-day
+I am alone no longer, and a friend is at my side, and he has heard me.
+His ship will come back, I say. It is an ecstasy to dream like this!
+
+May 10th.--I have spent four anxious days--more anxious, I think, than
+any in my life. The ship has not returned, and Jasper Begg is still a
+fugitive in the hills. There are three of his companions with him, and
+we send them food every day. What will be the end of it all? I am more
+closely watched than ever since this was known. I fear the worst for my
+friends, and yet I am powerless to help them.
+
+May 10th (later).--My husband, who has now returned from San Francisco,
+knows that Jasper is here and speaks of it. I fear these moods of
+confidence and kindness. "Your friend has come," Edmond says; "but why
+am I not to know of it? Why is he frightened of me? Why does he skulk
+like a thief? Let him show himself at this house and state his
+business; I shall not eat him!" Edmond, I believe, has moments when he
+tries to persuade himself that he is a good man. They are dangerous
+moments, if all a man's better instincts are dead and forgotten.
+
+May 11th.--Clair-de-Lune, Edmond tells me, has been sent to the lower
+reef. I do not ask him why. It was he who helped my friends in the
+hills. Is it all real or did I dream it? Jasper Begg, the one man who
+befriended me, left to die as so many have been left on this unpitying
+shore! It cannot be--it cannot be! All that I had hoped and planned
+must be forgotten now. And yet there were those who remembered Ruth
+Bellenden and came here for love of her, as she will remember them, for
+love's sake.
+
+
+[Illustration: The drawing-room is a cave whose walls are of jewels.]
+
+
+May 13th.--The alarm bell rang on the island last night and we left in
+great haste for the shelter. The dreadful mists were already rising
+fast when I went down through the woods to the beach. The people fled
+wildly to the lower reef. It is not three months since the sleep-time,
+and its renewal was unlooked for. To-night I do not think of my own
+safety, but of those we are leaving on the heights. What is to become
+of Jasper, my friend--who will help him? I think of Jasper before any
+other now. Does he, I wonder, so think of me?
+
+May 13th (later).--The House Under the Sea is built inside the reef
+which ties about a mile away on the northern side of the island. There
+can be nothing like it in the world. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps,
+this lonely rock, rising out of the water, was the mouth of some great
+volcano. To-day it is the door of our house, and when you enter it you
+find that the rocks below have been hollowed out by Nature in a manner
+so wonderful that a great house lies there with stone-cold rooms and
+immense corridors and pits seeming to go to the heart of the world.
+None but a man with my husband's romantic craving would have discovered
+such a place, or built himself therein a house so wonderful. For
+imagine a suite of rooms above which the tides surge--rooms lighted by
+tunnels in the solid rock and covered over with strongest glasses which
+the sea cannot break. Imagine countless electric lamps lighting this
+labyrinth until it seems sometimes like a fairy palace. Say that your
+drawing-room is a cave, whose walls are of jewels and whose floor is of
+jasper. Night and day you hear the sea, the moaning winds, the breaking
+billows. It is another world here, like to nothing that any man has
+seen or ever will see. The people of a city could live in this place
+and yet leave room for others. My own rooms are the first you come to;
+lofty as a church, dim as one, yet furnished with all that a woman
+could desire. Yes, indeed, all I can desire. In my dressing-room are
+gowns from Dousé's and hats from Alphonsine's, jewels from the Rue de
+la Paix, furs from Canada--all there to call back my life of two short
+years ago, that laughing life of Paris and the cities when I was free,
+and all the world my own, and only my girlhood to regret! Now I
+remember it all as one bright day in years of gathering night.
+Everything that I want, my husband says, shall be mine. I ask for
+liberty, but that is denied to me. It is too late to speak of promises
+or to believe. If I would condone it all; if I would but say to Edmond,
+"Yes, your life shall be my life, your secrets shall be mine; go, get
+riches, I will never ask you how." If I would say to him, "I will shut
+out from my memory all that I have seen on this island; I will forget
+the agony of those who have died here; I will never hear again the
+cries of drowning people, will never see hands outstretched above the
+waves, or the dead that come in on the dreadful tides; I will forget
+all this, and say, 'I love you, I believe in you'"--ah, how soon would
+liberty be won! But I am dumb; I cannot answer. I shall die on Ken's
+Island, saying, "God help those who perish here!"
+
+May 14th.--Three days have passed in the shelter, and Clair-de-Lune,
+who comes to me every day, brings no good news of Jasper. "He is on
+the heights," he says; "if food were there he might live through the
+sleep-time." My husband knows that he is there, but does not speak of
+it. Yesterday, about sunset, I went up to the gallery on the reef,
+where the island is visible, and I saw the fog lying about it like a
+pall. It is an agony to know that those dear to you are suffering,
+perhaps dying, there! I cannot hide my eyes from others; they read my
+story truly. "Your friends will be clever if they come to Ken's Island
+again," my husband says. I do not answer him. I shall never answer him
+again.
+
+May 15th.--There was a terrible storm on the island last night, and we
+all went up to the gallery to see the lightning play about the heights
+and run in rivulets of fire through the dark clouds above the woods. A
+weird spectacle, but one I shall never forget. The very sky seemed to
+burn at times. We could distinguish the heart of the thicket clearly,
+and poor people running madly to and fro there as though vainly seeking
+a shelter from the fire. They tell me to-day that the bungalow is
+burnt; I do not know whether to be sorry or glad. I am thinking of my
+friends. I am thinking of Jasper, thinking of him always.
+
+May 16th.--I learn that there was a stranger left behind in the
+bungalow, a Doctor Gray, of San Francisco. He landed with Edmond last
+week, and is here for scientific reasons. My husband says that he does
+not like him; but allowed him, nevertheless, to come. He was in the
+bungalow making experiments when the lightning struck the house and
+destroyed it. It is feared that he must have perished in the fire. My
+husband tells me this to-night and is pleased to say it. But what of
+Jasper, my friend; what of him?
+
+
+May 16th.--I was passing through the great hall of the house to-night,
+going to my bed-room, when something happened which made my very heart
+stand still. I thought that I heard a sound in the shadows, and
+imagining it to be one of the servants, I asked, "Who is there?" No one
+answered me; and, becoming frightened, I was about to run on, when a
+hand touched my own, and, turning round quickly, I found myself face to
+face with Jasper himself, and knew that he had come to save me!
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+ROSAMUNDA AND THE IRON DOORS
+
+We had no notion that the doctor had come by any serious hurt, and when
+he fell in a dead faint we stood as men struck by an unseen hand. Light
+we still had, for the rolling lantern continued to burn; but the wits
+of us, save the wits of one, were completely gone, and three sillier
+fellows never gaped about an ailing man. Dolly Venn alone--trained
+ashore to aid the wounded--kept his head through the trouble and made
+use of his learning. The half of a minute was not to be counted before
+he had bared an ugly wound and showed us, not only a sucker still
+adhering to the crimson flesh, but a great, gaping cut which the
+doctor's own knife had made when he severed the fish's tentacle.
+
+"You, Seth Barker, hold up that lantern," says he to the carpenter, as
+bold as brass and as ready as a crack physician at a guinea a peep;
+"give me some linen, one of you--and please be quick about it. I'll
+trouble you for a knife, Mister Peter, and a slice of your shirt, if
+you don't mind!"
+
+Now, he had only to say this and I do believe that all four of us began
+to tear up our linen and to make ourselves as naked as Adam when they
+discharged him from Eden; but Peter Bligh, he was first with it, and he
+had out his clasp-knife and cut a length of his Belfast shift before
+you could say "Jack Robinson."
+
+"'Tis unlikely that I'll match it in these parts, and I've worn it to
+my mother's memory," says he while he did it; "but 'tis yours, Dolly,
+lad, and welcome. And what now?" asks he.
+
+"Be quiet, Mister Peter," says Dolly, sharply; "that's what next. Be
+quiet and nurse the doctor's leg, and do please keep that lantern
+steady."
+
+Well, big men as we were, we kept quiet for the asking, as ignorance
+always will when skill is at the helm. Very prettily, I must say, and
+very neatly did Dolly begin to bind the wound, and to cut the suckers
+from their hold. The rest of us stood about and looked on and made
+believe we were very useful. It was an odd thing to tell ourselves that
+a man, who had been hale and hearty five minutes before, might now be
+going out on the floor of that hovel. I knew little of Duncan Gray, but
+what little I did know I liked beyond the ordinary; and every time that
+Dolly took a twist on his bandage or fingered the wound with the
+tenderness of a woman, I said, "Well done, lad, well done; we'll save
+him yet." And this the boy himself believed.
+
+"It's only a cut," said he, "and if there's no poison, he'll be well
+enough in a week. But he won't be able to stand, that's certain. I'd
+give ten pounds for an antiseptic, I really would!"
+
+I knew what he meant all right; but the others didn't, and Peter Bligh,
+he must come in with his foolishness.
+
+"They're mortal rare in these parts," said he; "I've come across many
+things in the Pacific, but anyskeptics isn't one of 'em. May-be he'll
+not need 'em, Dolly. We was twenty-four men down on the Ohio with
+yellow-jack, and not an ounce of anyskeptics did I swallow! And here I
+am, hale and hearty, as you'll admit."
+
+"And talking loud," said Seth Barker, "talking very loud, gentlemen!"
+
+It was wisdom, upon my word, for not one of us, I swear (until Seth
+Barker spoke), had remembered where we were or what was like to come
+afterwards. Voices we had heard, human voices above us, when first we
+entered the cellar; and now, when the warning was uttered, we stood
+dumb for some minutes and heard them again.
+
+"Douse the glim--douse it," cries Peter, in a big whisper; "they're
+coming down, or I'm a Dutchman!"
+
+He turned the lantern and blew it out as he spoke. The rest of us
+crouched down and held our breath. For ten seconds, perhaps, we heard
+the deep, rough voices of men in the rooms above us. Then the trap-door
+opened suddenly, and a beam of light fell upon the pavement not five
+yards from where we stood. At the same moment a shaggy head peered
+through the aperture, and a man cast a quick glance downward to the
+cellar.
+
+"No," said the man, as though speaking to some one behind him, "it's
+been took, as I told you."
+
+To which the other voice answered:
+
+"Well more blarmed fool you for not corking good rum when you see it!"
+
+They closed the trap upon the words, and we breathed once more. The
+lesson they had taught us could not be forgotten. We were sobered men
+when we lighted the lantern with one of Seth Barker's matches, and
+turned it again on the doctor's face.
+
+"In whispers, if you please," said I, "as few as you like. We are in a
+tight place, my lads, and talk won't get us out of it. It's the doctor
+first and ourselves afterwards, remember."
+
+Dr. Gray, truly, was a little better by this time, and sitting up like
+a dazed man, he looked first at Dolly Venn and then at his foot, and
+last of all at the strange place in which he lay.
+
+"Why, yes," he exclaimed at last, "I remember; a cut and a fool who
+walked on it. It serves me right, and the end is better than the
+beginning."
+
+"The lad did it," said I; "he was always a wonder with linen and the
+scissors, was Dolly Venn."
+
+"To say nothing of a square foot of my shirt," put in Peter Bligh,
+obstinately. "'Tis worth while getting a bit of a cut, doctor, just to
+see Dolly Venn sew it up again."
+
+The doctor laughed with us, for he knew a seaman's manner and the light
+talk which follows even the gravest mishap aboard a ship. That our men
+meant well towards him he could not doubt; and his next duty was to
+tell us as much.
+
+"You are good fellows," said he, "and I'm much obliged to you, Master
+Dolly. If you will put your hand inside my coat, you will find a
+brandy-flask there, and I'll drink your health. Don't worry your heads
+about me, but think of yourselves. One of you, remember, must go and
+see Czerny now; I think it had better be you, captain."
+
+I said yes, I would go willingly; and added, "when the right time
+comes." The time was not yet, I knew--when men walked above our heads
+and were waking. But when it came I would not hold back for my
+shipmates' sake.
+
+We had a few biscuits among us, which prudent men had put in their
+pockets after last night's meal; and, my own flask being full of water,
+we sat down in the darkness of the cellar and made such a meal as we
+could. Minute by minute now it became more plain to me that I must do
+as Duncan Gray said, and go up to find Czerny himself. Food we had
+none, save the few biscuits in our hands; salt was the water in the
+crimson pool behind us. Beyond that were the caverns and the fog. It
+was just all or nothing; the plain challenge to the master of this
+place, "Give us shelter and food" or the sleep which knows no waking.
+Do you wonder that I made up my mind to risk all on a journey which,
+were it for life or death, would carry us, at last, beyond the doubt
+and uncertainty?
+
+We passed the afternoon sleeping and dozing, as tired men might. Voices
+we heard from time to time; the moan of the sea was always with us--a
+strange, wild song, long-drawn and rolling, as though the water played
+above our very heads in the gentle sport of a Pacific calm. At a
+dwelling more remarkable than the one we were about to enter no man has
+knocked or will knock in all the years to come. We were like human
+animals which burrow in a rocky bank a mile from any land. There were
+mysteries and wonders above, I made sure; and there was always the
+doubt, such doubt as comes to men who go to a merciless enemy and say,
+"Give us bread."
+
+Now, I left my comrades at ten o'clock that night, when all sounds had
+died away above and the voice of the sea growing angrier told me that
+my steps would not be heard.
+
+"I shall go to Czerny, lads," said I, at the moment of leaving them,
+"and he will hear the story. I'll do my best for good shipmates, trust
+me; and if I do not come back--well, you'll know that I cannot. Good
+night, old comrades. We've sailed many a sea together and we'll sail
+many another yet, God willing."
+
+They all cried "Aye, aye, sir!" and pressed my hand with that affection
+I knew they bore me. Little Dolly Venn, indeed, pleaded hard to
+accompany me; but it seemed plain that, if life were to be risked, one
+alone should risk it; and, putting him off kindly, I mounted the ladder
+and raised the trap.
+
+I was in Edmond Czerny's house, and I was alone.
+
+* * *
+
+Now, I had opened the trap, half believing I might find myself in some
+room, perhaps in the kitchen of the house. Men would be there, I said,
+and Czerny's watch-dogs ready with their questions. But this was not a
+true picture; and while there were arc lamps everywhere, the place was
+not a room at all, but a circular cavern, with rude apertures in the
+wall and curtains hung across in lieu of doors. This was not a little
+perplexing, as you will see; and my path was not made more straight
+when I heard voices in some room near by, but could not locate them nor
+tell which of the doors to avoid.
+
+For a long time I stood, uncertain how to act. In the end I put my head
+round the first curtain at a venture, and drew it back as quickly.
+There were men in that place, half-naked men, grouped about the door of
+a furnace whose red light flashed dazzlingly upon walls and ceiling and
+gave its tenants the aspect of crimson devils. What the furnace meant
+or why it was built, I was soon to learn; for presently one of the men
+gave an order, and upon this an engine started, and a whirr of fans and
+the sucking of a distant pump answered to the signal. "Air," said I to
+myself; "they are pumping air from above."
+
+The men had not seen me, so quick was I, and so soft with the leather
+curtain; and going tiptoe across the cave I stumbled at hazard upon a
+door I had not observed before. It was nothing more than a big and
+jagged opening in the rock, but it showed me a flight of stairs beyond
+it, and twinkling lamps beyond that again. This, I said, must surely be
+the road to the sea, for the stairs led upward, and Czerny, as common
+sense put it, would occupy the higher rooms. So I did not hesitate any
+more about it, but treading the stairway with a cat's foot I went
+straight on, and presently struck so fine a corridor that at any other
+time I might well have spent an hour in wonder. Lamps were here--scores
+of them, in wrought-iron chandeliers. Doors you saw with almost every
+step you took--aye, and more than doors--for there were figures in the
+light and shadow; men passing to and fro; glimpses of open rooms and
+tables spread for cards, and bottles by them; and wild men of all
+countries, some sleeping, some quarrelling, some singing, some busy in
+kitchen and workshop. By here and there, these men met me in the
+corridor, and I drew back into the dark places and let them go by. They
+did not remark my presence, or if they did, made nothing of it. After
+all, I was a seaman, dressed as other seamen were. Why should they
+notice me when there were a hundred such in Czerny's house? I began to
+see that a man might go with less risk because of their numbers than if
+they had been but a handful.
+
+"I shall find Czerny, after all," said I to myself, "and have it out
+with him. When he has spoken it will be time enough to ask, What next?"
+
+It was a little consoling to say this, and I went on with more
+confidence. Passing down the whole length of the corridor, I reached a
+pair of iron doors at last, and found them fast shut and bolted against
+me. There was no branch road that I could make out, nor any indication
+of the way in which I must open the doors. A man cannot walk through
+sheer iron for the asking, nor blow it open with a wish; and there I
+stood in the passage like a messenger who has struck upon an empty
+house, but is not willing to leave it. See Czerny that night I must,
+even if it came to declaring myself to the rogues who occupied the
+rooms near by, and whose voices I could still hear. I had no mind to
+knock at the door; and, truth to tell, such a thing never came into my
+head, so full it was of other schemes. Indeed, I was just telling
+myself that it was neck or nothing, when what should happen but that
+the great iron door swung open, and the little French girl, Rosamunda,
+herself stepped out. Staggered at the sight of me, as well she might be
+(for the electric lamp will hide no face), she just piped one pretty
+little cry and then fell to saying:
+
+"Oh, Captain Begg, Captain Begg, what do you want in this house?"
+
+"My dear," says I, speaking to her with a seaman's liberty, "I want a
+good many things, as most sailors do in this world. What's behind that
+door, now, and where may you have come from? Tell me as much, and
+you'll be doing me a bigger kindness than you think."
+
+She didn't reply to this at once, but asked a question, as little girls
+will when they are thinking of somebody.
+
+"Where are the others?" cried she; "why do you come alone? Where is the
+little one, Mister--Mister----"
+
+"Dolly Venn," said I; "ah, that's the boy! Well, he's all right, my
+dear, and if he'd known that we were meeting, he'd have sent his love.
+You'll find him down yonder, in the cellar beyond the engine-house.
+Show me the way to Mister Czerny's door, and we'll soon have him out of
+there. He's come a long way, and it's all for the pleasure of seeing
+you--of course it is." The talk pleased her, but giving her no time to
+think about it, I went on:
+
+"Mister Czerny, now, he would be living by here, I suppose?"
+
+She said, "Yes, yes." His rooms were through the great hall which lay
+beyond the doors; but she looked so startled at the idea of my going
+there, and she listened so plainly for the sound of any voices, that I
+read up her apprehensions at a glance and saw that she did not wish me
+to go on because she was afraid.
+
+"Where is your old friend, the Frenchman?" I asked her on an impulse;
+"what part of this queer house does he sling his hammock in?"
+
+She changed colour at this, and plainly showed her trouble.
+
+"Oh, Mister Begg," says she, "Clair-de-Lune has been punished for
+helping you on Ken's Island. He is not allowed to leave his room now.
+Mister Czerny is very angry, and will not see him. How can you think of
+coming here--oh, how can you do it?"
+
+"It's easy enough," said I, lightly, "if you don't miss the turning and
+go straight on. Never fear for me, young lady; I shall pull through all
+right; and when I do your friend goes with me, be sure of it. I won't
+forget old Clair-de-Lune, not I! Now, just show me the road to the
+governor's door, and then run away and tell Dolly Venn. He'll be
+precious glad to see you, as true as Scripture."
+
+Well, she stood for a little while, hesitating about it, and then she
+said, as though she had just remembered it:
+
+"Benno Regnarte is the guard, but he has gone away to have his supper.
+I borrowed the key and came through. If you go in, he will not question
+you. The governor may be on his yacht, or he may be in his room. I do
+not know. How foolish it all is--how foolish, Captain Begg! They may
+never let you go away again!"
+
+"Being so fond of my company," cried I, gaily. "Well, we'll see about
+it, my dear. Just you run off to Dolly Venn and leave me to do the
+rest. Sailors get out where other people stick, you know. We'll have a
+try, for the luck's sake."
+
+I held her little hand in mine for a minute and gave it a hearty
+squeeze. She was the picture of prettiness in a print gown and a big
+Spanish shawl wrapped about her baby face. That she was truly alarmed,
+and rightly so, I knew well; but what could I do? It was Czerny or the
+pit. I chose Czerny.
+
+Now, she had opened the iron door for me to pass by, and without
+another word to her I crossed the threshold and stood in Czerny's very
+dwelling-house. Thereafter, I was in a vast hall, in a beautiful place
+for all the world like a temple; with a gallery running round about it,
+and lamps swinging from the gallery, and an organ built high up in a
+niche above the far end, and doors of teak giving off all round, and a
+great oak fire-place such as you see in English houses; and all round
+the dome of this wonderful room great brass-bound windows, upon which
+the sea thundered and the foam sprayed. Softly lighted, carpeted with
+mats of rare straw, furnished as any mansion of the rich, it seemed to
+me, I do confess, a very wonder of the earth that such a place should
+lie beneath the breakers of the Pacific Ocean. And yet there it was
+before my eyes, and I could hear the sea-song high above me, and the
+lamps shone upon my face; and, as though to tell me truly that here my
+journey ended, whom should I espy at the door of one of the rooms but
+little Ruth Bellenden herself, the woman I had crossed the world to
+serve.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+IN WHICH JASPER BEGG ENTERS THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+I drew back into a patch of shadow and waited for her to come up to me.
+Others might be with her and the moment inopportune for our encounter.
+She walked with slow steps. Care had written its story upon her sweet
+face. I saw that she was alone, and I put out my hand and touched her
+upon the arm.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, so soft that I wonder she heard me--"Miss Ruth,
+it's Jasper Begg. Don't you know me?"
+
+She turned swiftly, but did not cry out. One wild look she cast about
+the half, with one swift glance she made sure of every door, and then,
+and only then, she answered me.
+
+"Jasper, Jasper! Is it really Jasper Begg?" she cried, with a look of
+joy and gratitude I never shall forget.
+
+Now, she had asked a woman's natural question; but I shall always say
+that there never were wits quicker than Ruth Bellenden's; and hardly
+were the useless words out of her mouth than she drew back to the room
+she had left; and when I had entered it after her she closed the door
+and listened a little while for any sounds. When none came to trouble
+her she advanced a step, and so we two stood face to face at last, in
+as pretty a place as all London, or all Europe for that matter, could
+show you.
+
+Let me try to picture that scene for you as it comes to me when I write
+of it and seek to bring it back to my memory. A trim, well-kept cabin,
+such I call her room--a boudoir the French would name it--all hung
+round with pale rose silk, and above that again an artist's pictures
+upon a wall of cream. Little tables stood everywhere and women's
+knick-knacks upon them; there were deep chairs which invited you to
+sit, covered in silks and satins, and cushioned so that a big man might
+be afraid of them.
+
+Upon the mantel-shelf a clock from Paris swung a jewelled pendulum, and
+candlesticks matched it on either side. A secretaire, littered over
+with papers and bright with silver ornaments, had its back to the
+seaward wall; a round window, cut in the rock above it, stood hidden by
+curtains of the richest brocade. The carpet, I said, was from Turkey;
+the mats from Persia. In the grate the wood-fire glowed warmingly. Ruth
+Bellenden herself, the mistress of the room, capped the whole, and she
+was gowned in white, with rubies and diamonds strung about her stately
+neck, and all that air of proud command I had admired so much in
+the days bygone. Aye, such a scene, believe me, as a grand London
+drawing-room might show you any night of London's months you care to
+name, and yet so different from that. And I, a plain sailor, found
+myself thrust forward there to my confusion, yet feeling, despite it
+all, that the woman I spoke to was woman at heart, as I was man. A few
+days ago I had come to her to say, "You have need of me." To-night it
+was her lot to answer me with my own words.
+
+"Jasper," she said, her hand still on the switch of the lamp, "what
+miracle brings you to this place?"
+
+"No miracle, Miss Ruth," said I, "but a plain road, and five men's
+necessity. We were dying on Ken's Island and we found a path under the
+sea. It was starvation one way, surrender the other; I am here to tell
+Mr. Czerny everything and to trust my life to him."
+
+Now, she heard me almost with angry surprise; and coming forward into
+the light she stood before me with clasped hands and heated face.
+
+"No," she said, and her "No" was a thing for a man to hear. "No, no;
+you shall never tell my husband that. And, oh, Jasper!" she cried upon
+it, "how ill you look--how changed!"
+
+"My looks don't tell the truth," said I, not wishing to speak of
+myself; "I am up and down like a barometer in the tropics. The plain
+fact is, Miss Ruth, that the ship's gone, clean gone! I gave Mister
+Jacob the sure order to stand by us for three days, and that he didn't
+do. It means, then, that he couldn't. I greatly fear some accident has
+overtaken him; but he'll come back yet as I'm a living man!"
+
+She heard me like one dazed: her eyes were everywhere about the room,
+as though seeking something she could not find. Presently she opened
+the door with great caution, and was gone a minute or more. When she
+returned she had a flask of spirits and some biscuits in her hand, and
+this time, I noticed, she locked the door after her.
+
+"Edmond is sleeping; they have sent Aunt Rachel to Tokio," she almost
+whispered; "Benno, our servant, is to be trusted. I heard that you were
+starving in the hills; but how could I help--how could I, Jasper? It
+was madness for you to come here, and yet I am glad--so glad! And oh,"
+she says, "we'll find a way; we'll find a way yet, Jasper!"
+
+I poured some brandy from the flask, for I had need of it, and gulped
+it down at a draught. Her vivacity was always a thing to charm a man;
+as a girl she had the laughter and the spirits of ten.
+
+"What shall we do, Jasper?" she kept on saying, "what shall we do next?
+Oh, to think that it's you, to think that it is Jasper Begg in this
+strange house!" she kept crying; "and no way out of it, no safety
+anywhere! Jasper, what shall we do--what shall we do next?"
+
+"We shall tell your husband, Miss Ruth," said I, "and leave the last
+word with him. Why, think of it, five men cast adrift on his shore, and
+they to starve. Is he devil or man that he refuses them food and drink?
+I'll not believe it until I hear it. The lowest in humanity would never
+do such a thing! Aye, you are judging him beyond ordinary when you
+believe it. So much I make bold to say!"
+
+I turned to the fire, and began to warm my fingers at it, while she, for
+her part, drew up one of the silk-covered chairs, and sat with her
+pretty head resting in a tired way between her little hands. All our
+talk up to this time had been broken fragments; but this I judged the
+time for a just explanation, and she was not less willing.
+
+"Jasper," says she of a sudden, "have you read what I wrote in the
+book?"
+
+"To the last line," said I.
+
+"And, reading it, you will ask Edmond to help you?"
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "how shall one man judge another? Ships come to
+this shore, and are wrecked on it. Now and then, perchance, there is
+foul play among the hands. Are you sure that your husband has any part
+in it--are you sure he's as bad as you think him?"
+
+Well, instead of answering me, she stood up suddenly and let her dress
+fall by the shoulder-knots. I saw the white flesh beneath bruised and
+wealed, as though a whip had cut it, and I knew that this was her
+witness to her story. What was in my heart at such a sight I would have
+no man know; but my fingers closed about the pistol I carried, and my
+tongue would speak no word.
+
+"Why do you compel me to speak?" she went on, meanwhile. "Am I to tell
+of all the things I have seen and suffered on this dreadful place in
+the year--can it be only that?--the long, weary year I have lived here?
+Do you believe, Jasper, that a man can fill his house with gold as this
+is filled--this wild house so far from the world--and fill it honestly?
+Shall I say, 'Yes, I have misjudged him,' the man who has shot my
+servant here in this room and left me with the dead? Shall I say that
+he is a good man because sometimes, when he has ceased to kill and
+torture those who serve him, he acts as other men? Oh, I could win much
+if I could say that; I could win, perhaps, all that a woman desires.
+But I shall never speak--never; I shall live as I am living until I am
+old, when nothing matters!"
+
+It was a very bitter and a very surprising thing for me to hear her
+speak in this way. Trouble I knew she must have suffered on Ken's
+Island; but this was a story beyond all imagination. And what could I
+say to her, what comfort give her--I, a rough-hearted sailor, who,
+nevertheless, would have cut off my own right hand if that could have
+served her? Indeed, to be truthful, I had nothing to say, and there we
+were for many minutes, she upon one side of the fire and I upon the
+other, as two that gazed into the reddening embers and would have found
+some old page of our life therein recorded.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I at last, and I think she knew what I meant, "I
+would have given much not to have heard this thing to-night; but as it
+is spoken--if it were twenty times as bad for me and those with me--I
+am glad we came to Ken's Island. The rest you will anticipate and there
+is no need for me to talk about it. The day that sees me sail away will
+find a cabin-passenger aboard my ship. Her name I will not mention, for
+it is known to you. Aye, by all a man's promise she shall sail with me
+or I will never tread a ship's deck again."
+
+It was earnestly meant, and that, I am sure, Miss Ruth knew, for she
+put her hand upon mine, and, though she made no mention of what I had
+said, there was a look in her eyes which I was glad to see there. Her
+next question surprised me altogether.
+
+"Jasper," she asked, with something of a smile, "do you remember when I
+was married?"
+
+"Remember it!" cried I; and I am sure she must have seen the blood rush
+up to my face. "Why, of course, I remember it! How should a man forget
+a thing like that?"
+
+"Yes," she went on, and neither looked at the other now, "I was a girl
+then, and all the world was my playground. Every day was a flower to
+pick; the night was music and laughter. How I used to people the world
+my hopes created--such romantic figures they were, such nonsense! When
+Edmond Czerny met me at Nice, I think he understood me. Oh, the castles
+we built in the air, the romantic heights we scaled, the passionate
+folly with which we deceived ourselves! 'The world is for you and I,'
+he said, 'in each other's hearts'; and I, Jasper, believed him, just
+because I had not learnt to be a woman. His own story fascinated me; I
+cannot tell how much. He had been in all countries; he knew many
+cities; he could talk as no man I had ever met. Perhaps, if he had not
+been so clever, it would have been different. All the other men I knew,
+all except one, perhaps----!"
+
+"There was one, then," said I, and my meaning she could not mistake.
+
+But she turned her face from me and would not name the man.
+
+"Yes," she went on, without noticing it, "there was one; but I was a
+child and did not understand. The others did not interest me. Their
+king was a cook; their temple the Casino. And then Edmond spoke of his
+island home; I was to be the mistress of it, and we were to be apart
+from all the world there. I did not ask him, as others might have asked
+him, 'What has your life been? Why do you love me?' I was glad to
+escape from it all, that little world of chatter and unreality, and I
+said, 'I will be your wife.' We left Europe together and went first to
+San Francisco. Life was still in a garden of roses. If I would awake
+sometimes to ask myself a question, I could not answer it. I was the
+child of romance, but my world was empty. Then one day we came to Ken's
+Island, and I saw all its wonders, and I said, 'Yes, we will visit here
+every year and dream that it is our kingdom.' I did not know the truth;
+what woman would have guessed it?"
+
+"You learnt it, Miss Ruth, nevertheless," said I, for her story was
+just what I myself had imagined it to be. "You were not long on Ken's
+Island before you knew the truth."
+
+"A month," she said, quietly. "I was a month here, and then a ship was
+wrecked. My husband went out with the others; and from the terrace
+before my windows I saw--ah, God! what did I not see? Then Edmond
+returned and was angry with the servant who had permitted me to see. He
+shot him in this room before my face. He knew that his secret was mine,
+he knew that I would not share it. The leaves of the rose had fallen.
+Ah! Jasper, what weeks of terror, of greed, of tears--and now you--you
+in this house to end it all!"
+
+I sat for a long while preoccupied with my own thoughts and quite
+unable to speak to her. All that she had told me was no surprise, no
+new thing; but I believe it brought home to me for the first time the
+danger of my presence in that house, and all that discovery meant to
+the four shipmates who waited for me down below in the cavern.
+
+For if this man Czerny--a madman, as I always say--had shot down a
+servant before this gentle girl, what would he do to me and the others,
+sworn enemies of his, who could hang him in any city where they might
+find him; who could, with one word, give his dastardly secret to the
+world; who could, with a cry, destroy this treasure-house, rock-built
+though it might be? What hope of mercy had we from such a man? And I
+was sitting there, it might be, within twenty paces of the room in
+which he slept; Miss Ruth's hand lay in my own. What hope for her or
+for me, I ask again? Will you wonder that I said, "None; just none! A
+thousand times none"! The island itself might well be a mercy beside
+such a hell as this.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, coming to myself at last, "how little I thought
+when you went up to the great cathedral in Nice a short year ago that
+such a sunny day would end so badly! It is one of the world's
+lotteries; just that and nothing more. Edmond Czerny is no sane man,
+as his acts prove. Some day you will blot it all out of your life as
+a page torn and forgotten. That your husband loved you in Nice, I do
+believe; and so much being true, he may come to reason again, and
+reason would give you liberty. If not, there are others who will
+try--while they live. He must be a rich man, a very rich man,
+must Edmond Czerny. God alone knows why he should sink to such an
+employment as this."
+
+"He has sunk to it," she said, quickly, "because gold is fed by the
+love of gold. Oh, yes, he is a rich man, richer than you and I can
+understand. And yet even my own little fortune must be cast upon the
+pile. A month ago he compelled me to sign a paper which gives up to him
+everything I have in the world. He has no more use for me, Jasper; none
+at all! He has sent my only living relative away from me. When you go
+back to England they will tell you that I am dead. And it will be
+true--true; oh, I know that it will be true."
+
+She had come to a very low state, I make sure, to utter such a word as
+this, and it was a sorry thing for me to hear. To console her when I
+myself was in a parlous plight was just as though one drowning man
+should hold out his hand to another. To-morrow I myself might be flung
+into that very ocean whose breakers I could hear rolling over the glass
+of the curtained windows. And what of little Ruth then?
+
+That question I did not answer. Words were on my lips--such words as a
+driven man may speak--when there came to us from the sea without the
+boom of a distant gun, and, Miss Ruth springing to her feet, I heard a
+great bell clang in the house and the rush of men and the pattering of
+steps; and together, the woman I loved and I, we stood with beating
+hearts and white faces, and told each other that a ship was on the
+rocks and that Edmond Czerny's devils were loose.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH
+
+The devils were out; never once did I doubt it. The alarm bell ringing
+loudly in the corridor, the tramp of feet as of an army marching, the
+cry of man to man proclaimed the fact beyond any cavil. If the clang of
+arms and the loud word of command had found me unwilling to believe
+that sailors must die that night on the reef to the southward side, the
+voice of Edmond Czerny himself, crying by the very door behind which I
+stood, would have answered the question for good and all. For Czerny I
+heard, I would have staked my life on it--Czerny, whom last I had seen
+at Nice on the morning of his marriage.
+
+"To the work, to the work!" I heard him shouting; "let Steinvertz come
+to me. There is a ship on the Caskets--a ship, do you hear?"
+
+His voice was hoarse and high-pitched, like the voice of a man half mad
+with delirium. Those that answered him spoke in terms not less
+measured. Had a pack of wild hounds been slipped suddenly to its prey,
+no howls more terrifying could have been heard than those which echoed
+in that house of mystery. And then, upon the top of the clamour, as
+though to mark the meaning of it, came silence, a silence so awesome
+that I could hear myself breathing.
+
+"They've left the house, then," I said to Miss Ruth in a whisper;
+"that's something to be glad about!"
+
+She passed the remark by and, seating herself in a chair, she buried
+her face in her hands. I could hear her muttering "God help them--God
+help them!" and I knew that she spoke of those dying out on the
+dangerous reef. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten my
+presence; but, after a spell, she looked up suddenly and answered the
+question.
+
+"Yes," she said; "my husband will be on the yacht. He has not the
+courage to be anywhere else. You and I are quite alone now, Jasper."
+
+My fingers closed tight about my seaman's cap, and I went to the door
+and unlocked it. Strong and clear in my head, and not to be denied, was
+something which seemed to set my brain on fire. "My God," I said, "what
+does it mean?" Was it chance or madness that I should pass it by?
+
+"There would be men below at the furnaces and others standing to
+guard," I put it to her; "how many in all do you make out that a man
+might chance to meet if he went below just now, Miss Ruth?"
+
+She became very calm at the words, I thought, and stood up that she
+might take my words more readily.
+
+"Jasper!" she exclaimed, "what are you going to do, Jasper?"
+
+"God knows," said I. "Tell me how many men there are in this house."
+
+She stood and thought about it. The flushed face told the story of her
+hopes. Neither of us would speak all that came leaping to our tongues.
+
+"There would be five, I think, in the engine-house and six for the
+guards," she said, and I could almost see her counting them; "the lower
+gate is the second in the corridor. There is a ladder there, and--oh,
+Jasper, what do you mean?" she asked again.
+
+"Mean?" said I; "why this: that it is time my shipmates shared your
+hospitality. Aye, we'll bring them along," says I, "Seth Barker and the
+others. And then," says I, coming quite close to her, "the luck being
+with us, we'll shut the doors. Do you say there are two of them?"
+
+She said that there were two; one for the men, a small gate on the
+reef; the other for Czerny--they called it the great gate. "And, oh,"
+she cried, while her very gladness seemed to thrill me through--"oh, if
+you could, if you could, Jasper--!"
+
+"Whether I can or no the night will prove," said I, more quietly than
+before. "One thing is sure, Miss Ruth, that I am going to try. It's
+worth the trying, indeed it is. Do you find your own room and know
+nothing at all about it. The work below is men's work, and there are
+men, thank God, to do it."
+
+You say that it was a boast; aye, perhaps it was that, yet what a
+boast! For think of it. Here at the very moment when it appeared that
+our lives were at Czerny's mercy, at this very moment when we must look
+to his cruel hand for succour or sleep in the death-pit of the island,
+there comes this message from the sea and the devils go out. There is
+not a sound in the house, and I know that my comrades are waiting for
+my word. I have three brave men behind me; the peril fires my blood so
+that, man or devil against me, I care nothing for either. Was it a
+boast for a man to stake all on a throw at such an hour? Not so, truly,
+but just what any English seaman would have done, saying, "All or
+nothing, the day or the night," as chance should decide for him.
+
+Now, my hand was upon the key when I told little Ruth that it was men's
+work, and without waiting to hear her wise displeasure I opened the
+door and stepped out into the silent hall. One man alone kept watch
+there, and he was in the shadows, so that I could not see his face or
+tell if he were armed. I knew that this man was the first between me
+and my liberty, and without a moment's hesitation I crossed the hall;
+and aware of all the risks I took, understanding that a word of mine
+might bring the guard down from the sea, I clapped a pistol to the
+sentry's head and let him know my pleasure.
+
+"Open that gate, Benno Regnarte!" said I.
+
+He was a short man, burly, with curly hair, and not an unpleasant face.
+So quick had I come upon him, so strange, perhaps, he thought it that I
+named him at hazard, that he fell back against the iron and stood there
+gaping like one who had seen a bogey in the dark. Never, I believe, in
+all this world was a seaman so frightened. He could not speak or utter
+a sound, or even raise his hand. He just stood there like a shivering
+fool.
+
+"Benno Regnarte, open that gate!" I repeated, seeing that I had the
+name all right; "I'll give you half a minute."
+
+The threat brought him to his senses. Without a word, a sign, a sound,
+he opened the iron doors and waited for me to go through.
+
+"Now," said I, "give me those keys and march on. And by the heaven
+above me, if you open your lips far enough for a fly to go in, I'll
+shoot you dead where you stand!"
+
+He gave me the keys with a hand that trembled so that he nearly dropped
+them. In spite of my injunction he mumbled something, and I was not
+unwilling to hear it.
+
+"I am the friend of Mme. Czerny," said he, cringingly; "trust me,
+signor, for God's sake trust me!"
+
+"When you earn the trust," said I, grimly; "now march, and remember!"
+
+I let him go through, and then locked the iron doors behind me. Miss
+Ruth, at least, must be protected from the rogues below. The lamps in
+the corridor were still burning, and, by here and there, I thought that
+I saw figures in the shadows. But no man hailed me, and when I came to
+the great dormitory which, at first passing, was full of seamen, I
+found the door of it open and no more than six or seven men still about
+its tables. If they heard me come up they suspected nothing. I shall
+always say that the brightest idea of that night was the one which came
+to me while I stood by the open door and counted the devils that Czerny
+had left to guard his house. For what should I do, upon the oddest
+impulse, but put my hand round the door very quietly and, closing it
+without noise, turn the key first in the lock and then in my pocket.
+
+"Six," said I to the man before me; "and you make seven. How many more
+in this place now, Benno Regnarte?"
+
+He held up his hands and began to count.
+
+"In the engine-room one, two, three," he said; "upon the ladder hereby
+two; at the great door two more. Seven men altogether, signor. Your
+party will be more than that?"
+
+I laughed at his notion, and, seeing that the man still shivered with
+fear and was not to be counted, I went straight ahead to the greater
+work I had to do. Already the alarm was raised in the room behind me,
+and men were beating with their fists upon the iron door. It was ten to
+one that their cries must be heard and one of the sentinels called from
+the sea; but, miracle if you will, or greed of plunder if that is the
+better term, none came; none answered that heavy knocking. And I--why,
+I was at the cavern's head by that time, and, opening the trap, I had
+spoken to my shipmates.
+
+"Up you come, every one of you--up for your lives!" cried I. "Do you,
+Seth Barker, lift the doctor, and let Peter Bligh follow after. There's
+no time to lose, lads--no time at all."
+
+I took them by surprise, be sure of it. That opening trap, the light
+flashing down upon them, the message when they had begun to despair of
+any message, the call to action--aye, how they leaped up to answer me
+with ready words!
+
+"To God be the glory!" cries Peter Bligh, and I can hear him now. "To
+God be the glory! 'It was the captain's voice,' says I, before ever you
+spake a word."
+
+"And oh, aren't we sick of it--just sick of it!" chimes in Dolly Venn
+as he climbs the ladder like a cat and stands willingly at my side.
+
+I pressed his hand, and showed him the revolver I carried.
+
+"Whip it out, lad, whip it out," said I; "we've work to do to-night for
+ourselves and another. Oh, I count on you all, Dolly, as I never
+counted before!"
+
+He would have said something to this, I make sure, but the others came
+through the trap while I spoke, and four more astonished men never
+stood in a cavern to ask, "What next?"
+
+"The ladder to the reef side," said I, putting their surprise by and
+turning to the Italian in whose hands our lives might lie; "can men
+hold the top of it, or is it best taken by the sea?"
+
+He answered me with a dramatic gesture and a face which spoke his
+warning.
+
+"At the rockside it is straight; they shoot you from the top, captain.
+No man go up there from this place. They fire guns, make noise."
+
+"And the report will call the others," said I. "So be it; but we'll
+close that door, anyway."
+
+It was Greek to the others, and they gaped at the words. From the room
+which I had locked loud shouts were to be heard and heavy blows upon
+the iron panels. That such cries would call men from the sea presently,
+I knew well. We had but a few minutes in which to act, and they were
+precious beyond all words. The gate must be shut though a hundred lay
+concealed in the rooms of mystery about us. On our part we staked all
+on chance; we threw the glove blindly to fortune. And, remember, I
+alone knew anything of that house in which we stood; that house, above
+which the sea ever rolled her crested breakers and lifted her eerie
+chantry. My shipmates were but astonished strangers, not willing to go
+back, yet half afraid of that which lay before them. The bright lights
+in the caverns, the dark doors opening into darkness, and upon these
+the great corridor, so vast, so gloomy, so mysterious, were to them new
+pictures in a wonderland the like to which they had never seen before
+and will never see again.
+
+"What place is this, and where is the best parlour?" asks Peter Bligh,
+his clumsy head blundering to a question even at such a time. "'Tis
+laid out for a small and early, and crowns to be broken," says he.
+"Have you took it furnished, or are there neighbours, sir? 'Tis a queer
+house entirely."
+
+I cut him short and turned to the doctor.
+
+"What news of the foot, sir?" I asked him; "how are you feeling now?"
+
+He replied light-heartedly enough, wishful, I could see, to make light
+of it.
+
+"Like a man who has bought a wooden leg and prefers the old one," said
+he; asking at the same time, "What's the course, captain, and why do we
+follow it?"
+
+"The course," said I, "is to Mme. Czerny's boudoir, and a good couch to
+lie upon. Do you two get on as fast as you can and leave us to the
+parley. It's coming, sure enough, and lame men won't help the argument.
+We'll need your help by-and-bye, doctor, when the heads are broken."
+
+I made the guess at hazard, little knowing how near the truth it was to
+prove. We were almost at the head of the first stairway by this time,
+and the uproar in the corridor might have awakened the seven sleepers.
+Impossible, I said, that such a warning should not bring in men from
+the sea, sentinels who would ask by whose hand the key had been turned;
+but the danger lay behind us in the shadows where we had not looked for
+it. Aye, the three in the engine-house, how came I to forget them? They
+were atop of us before the doctor was out of hearing, and a great
+hulking German, his face smeared with soot and a bar of iron in his
+hands, caught me by the shoulder and swung me round almost before I had
+done speaking.
+
+"Who, in thunder, are you?" asks he. It was a question which had to be
+answered.
+
+Now, I had picked up a wrinkle or two about "rough-and-tumbles" in the
+years I traded to Yokohama, and though my heart was in my mouth and it
+was plain to me that this was the crisis of the night, when a single
+unlucky stroke or misspoken word might undo all that chance had done
+for us, I nevertheless kept my wits about me, and letting the man turn
+me round as he willed I presently caught his arm between both of mine
+and almost broke the bone of it. Upon which he lifted up a cry you
+might have heard at the sword-fish reef, and writhing down I struck him
+with all my force and he fell insensible.
+
+"Seven and one makes eight," said I, and a man might forgive himself
+for boasting at such a time; for, mark you, but two were left to deal
+with, and while one was making for little Dolly Venn, Peter Bligh had
+the throat of the other in such a grip that his friends might well have
+said, "God help him!"
+
+"Hold him, Peter, hold him!" cried I, my blood fired and my tongue set
+loose; but there was no need to be anxious for Mister Bligh, I do
+assure you.
+
+"He'll need new teeth to-morrow, and plenty of 'em!" says he, shaking
+the man as a dog shakes a rat. "Aye, go on, captain, the fun's
+beginning here."
+
+I waited to hear no more, but ran at the man who closed with little
+Dolly Venn. "Dolly's is the need," said I; though in that I was
+mistaken, as you shall see presently. And I do declare it was a picture
+to watch that bit of a lad dancing round a hulking Dutchman, and
+hitting the wind out of him as though he had been a cushion. Grunt? The
+lubber grunted like a pig, and every time he stopped for want of breath
+in come Master Dolly again with a lightning one which shook him like a
+thunder-bolt. No "set-to" that I have seen in all my life ever pleased
+me half as much; and what with crying and laughing by turns, and
+singing out "Bravo, Dolly!" and dancing round the pair of them, the
+sweat ran off me like rain, and I, and not little Dolly Venn, might
+have been doing for the Dutchman in the shadows of that corridor.
+
+In the end, believe me, this foreign bully turned tail and ran like a
+whipped cur. It was all I could do to keep the lad from his heels.
+
+"Next time, Dolly," cried I, holding him back roughly, "next time, lad;
+we have better work to do, much better work to do. Here's Peter needing
+a box for his goods--and a pretty big one, too. Is it over, Peter? Will
+he be talking any more?" I asked Mister Bligh.
+
+He answered me by pointing to a figure on the floor beside him, stark
+and motionless and very still. Peter had played his part, indeed; I
+knew that the gate of Czerny's house was open.
+
+"All together, lads," said I, leading them on now with a light heart;
+"all together and out of the shadows, if you please. We've another gate
+to close, and then--as God's above me, I do believe we have bested
+Edmond Czerny this night!"
+
+It was something to say, a thought to thrill a man, and yet I would not
+dwell upon it, remembering all that lay between us and Miss Ruth's
+freedom--all that must be done in the doubtful hours before us.
+
+"The iron ladder by which the men come in," I asked of the Italian,
+suddenly, "where is that, Regnarte?"
+
+Now, this man had been very frightened during the brawl at the
+stairs-head; but, seeing the stuff we were made of, and being willing
+all along to join with us (for I learned afterwards that he nursed a
+private spite against Czerny), he replied to me very readily:
+
+"The ladder is the second door, captain; yet why, since no man can go
+up? I tell you that two hold it, and they have guns. You cannot go,
+captain! What good the key when men have guns?"
+
+"We'll see about that," said I. And cocking my pistol I strode to the
+door he indicated.
+
+It was an iron door, opening inward to a small apartment cut out of the
+solid rock. For a while I could see nothing when I entered the little
+cavern--it laid bare; but, becoming used to the dim light presently, I
+took a few steps forward, and looking up I saw a rocky chimney and an
+orifice far up and the stars glimmering in the grey-blue sky above me.
+This, then, was the second gate to Czerny's house, I said; the seagate
+by which his men passed in. Here, as yonder where Miss Ruth's apartment
+lay, the reef lifted itself above the highest tides; here was the gate
+we must shut if the night were to be won. And who would dare it with
+armed men on the threshold, and a ladder for foothold, and the
+knowledge on our part that one word of the truth would dig a grave for
+recompense? And yet it had to be dared; a man must go up that night for
+a woman's sake.
+
+Well, I took off my boots at the ladder's foot, and thrusting my pistol
+into my waist-belt I spoke a warning word to Peter Bligh.
+
+"This," said I, taking from Regnarte the key I needed, "this opens the
+iron doors you will meet down yonder. If misfortune happens to me, go
+straight through and take my place. Hold the rooms as long as you can
+and let your judgment do the rest. Belike Mister Jacob will come back
+with the ship. I wish to God I could think so!" I added.
+
+He nodded his head, and but half understanding what I was about he
+watched me anxiously when I put my naked foot with wary step on the
+ladder and began to go up. I saw him for a moment, a comrade's figure
+in the dim light of the cavern, and then thinking only of my purpose,
+and of what it would mean to one who waited for me, I clenched my teeth
+and began my journey. Below me were the little cave and the glimmer of
+a distant lamp, shipmates crying "God speed!" the hidden house, the
+mystery; above me that dark funnel of the rock and the sky, which
+seemed to beckon me upward to freedom and the sea.
+
+If danger lay there I could not espy it nor detect its presence. Not a
+sound came from the open trap, no figures were to be seen, no spoken
+voice to be heard. The moaning waves upon the iron reef, the echo of
+gunshots in the silence of the night, alone spoke of life and being and
+the open sea without. And I went up like a cat, rung by rung, my hand
+hot upon the iron, the thought in my head that madness sent me and that
+I might never see another day.
+
+No man appeared at the orifice, I say; the gate might have been
+unguarded for any sentinel I could espy. Nevertheless, I knew that the
+Italian spoke the truth, and that his reckoning was good. Edmond Czerny
+was no fool to leave a sea-gate open to all the world. Somewhere on the
+foothold of the rocks men were lurking, I made sure. That they heard
+nothing of their friends' outcry in the corridor below, that they did
+not answer it, was a thing I had not, at the first, understood; but it
+became plain when the chimney I climbed shut out every sound but that
+of the breaking seas, and gave intervals of silence so great that a man
+might have heard a ticking watch. No, truly, it was no wonder that they
+had not gone down nor heard that loud alarm, for they hungered for the
+wreck; for pillage and plunder, and all the gruesome sights Ken's
+Island that night could show them; and this hunger kept them at the
+water's edge, hounds kennelled when others were free, unwilling idlers
+on a harvest day. God knows, they paid a price for that when the good
+time came.
+
+Now, at the ladder's head, everything was as I had seen it in the
+mind's picture; and even before I made the top fresh spray would shower
+upon my face, while the sea sounded as though its waves were breaking
+almost at my very ears. Unchallenged and, for all I could make out,
+unwatched, I grew bolder step by step, until at last I touched the
+topmost rung; and, looking over, I saw the white crests of the breakers
+and the pinnacles of the reef and the distant island under its loom of
+gold-blue fog. Halted there, with one hand swung free and my good
+pistol ready, I peered intently into the night--a sentinel watching
+sentinels, a spy upon those that should have spied. And standing so I
+saw the men, and they saw me; and quickened to the act by the sudden
+danger, I swung over the first half of the trap which shut the chimney
+in, and made ready to close the second with all the deftness I could
+command.
+
+There were two men at the sea's edge, and they did not hear me, I
+believe, until the first door of that trap was down. Perchance, even
+then, they thought that a comrade played a jest upon them, and that
+this was all in the night's work, for one of them coming up leisurely
+peered into the hole and put a question to me in the German tongue.
+This man, my heart beating like a piston, and my nerves all strung up,
+I struck down with the butt-end of my pistol, and, as God is my
+witness, I swung over the trap and shot the bolts and locked the great
+padlock before the other could move hand or foot. For the foreigner
+fell, without a cry, headlong into the sea which played at his very
+feet.
+
+"Shut--shut, by thunder!" cried I to those below, and gladder words a
+seaman never spoke to comrades waiting for him. "One gate more and the
+night is ours, lads!"
+
+They heard me in astonishment. Remember how new this place of mystery
+was to them; how little I had told them of that which I do. If they
+followed me like the brave men that they were, set it down to the
+affection they bore me, and the belief that I led them on no child's
+errand. So much must have occurred to them as we gained the upper house
+and shut the iron doors behind us. The way lay to the sea again, the
+road most dear to the heart of every sailor. Let the main gate of
+Czerny's house be closed and all was won, indeed.
+
+Aye, and you shall stand with me as, mounting a broad stairway beyond
+Miss Ruth's own door, I found myself out upon a great plateau of rock,
+and beheld the silent ocean spread out like a silver carpet before my
+grateful eyes, and knew that the house was ours--that house the like to
+which no man has built or will build during the ages.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS THE
+LITTLE ONES
+
+I was the first to be out on the rock, but Peter Bligh was close upon
+my heels, and, wonderful to tell, the Italian almost as quick as any of
+us. To what gate of the sea the staircase was carrying me I knew no
+more than the others. The time was gone by when anything in Czerny's
+house could surprise me; and when at the stairs' head we found that
+which looked for all the world like a great port-hole with a swing door
+of steel to shut it, I climbed through it without hesitation, and so
+stood in God's fresh air for the first time for nearly three days.
+
+That this was the main gate to the sea I had all along surmised, and
+now proved surely. No sooner was I through the door than all the world
+seemed to spread out again before my eyes--the distant island, the
+shimmering sea, the blue sky shut to us through such long hours. The
+rock itself, where we gained foothold, lifted itself clear and dry
+above the breakers at my feet. There were steps leading down to the
+water's edge, a still pool wherein boats were warped, other crags of
+the reef defying the tides; these and the silence of the night
+everywhere; but of men I saw nothing. The bloody fight we had
+anticipated, blow for blow, and ringing alarm, the struggle for
+foothold on the rock, the challenge to Czerny's men--such things did
+not befall. We stood unchallenged on the plateau, and we stood alone.
+
+I said that it was a miracle, and yet the Lord knows it was no miracle
+at all.
+
+Let me try and describe this place for you that you may understand our
+situation more clearly, and how it befell that such a simple
+circumstance brought about such a strange turn of fortune. We had come
+up from the heart of the reef, as you know, and the staircase led out
+to a gate of steel opening in the face of a rocky crag, which stood
+well above the level even of the storm-seas. A lower plateau (unwashed
+by the sea) stood below the gate, and other crags jutted out of the sea
+and showed windows to the western sun. I made a bit of a map of the
+land and water thereby to keep it in my memory: and such as it is it
+will enable any one easily to get the position truly. If one places
+himself at the main gate of this house of wonders and puts Czerny's
+crew by the sword-fish reef, all will be plain to him.
+
+The island lay perhaps a mile to the southward; and nearer to us, at a
+cable's length as I reckoned it, a group of rocky pinnacles in the open
+sea marked the door we had shut and the ladder by which Czerny's men
+went in to shelter. But the oddest thing of all was this, that the main
+gate to this house of wonders should be left unguarded at an hour so
+critical. Dark as it was, with only the soft grey light of a summer's
+night shimmering on sea and land, nevertheless the mere fact that we
+had passed unchallenged told me that we were alone. For why should two
+men let three pass up and raise no alarm when alarm might mean so much?
+
+Could they not have struck us down as we came out, one by one, firing
+their guns to call comrades from the sea, and bringing a hundred more
+atop of us to end our chances there and then? Of course they could; and
+yet it was not done. No man hailed us; we had the breaking seas at our
+feet, the fresh air in our lungs, the spindrift wet upon our faces. And
+who was the more surprised, I at finding the gate unguarded or my
+comrades to discover that there was such a gate at all, the Lord only
+knows. Like three who stumbled upon a precipice we halted there at the
+sea's edge, and looked at one another to ask if such great good fortune
+could, indeed, be ours.
+
+I have told you before that the Italian was at our heels when we gained
+the rock, and it was to him now that I addressed my question.
+
+"You said there were two at the gate, Regnarte. Where are they, then,
+and what keeps them?"
+
+He cracked his bony fingers many times, and began to gabble away
+vociferously in his own language--a tongue I like the sound of, but
+which no right-minded man should talk. When he came to some calmness
+and to a sane man's speech, he pointed to the pinnacles of the lesser
+gate and began to make the truth clear to me.
+
+"You come lucky, sir, you come lucky, true! Hafmitz gone yonder; he and
+mate, too; he go to see why other men cry out!"
+
+I saw it like a flash. The alarm had been given at the other end of the
+reef, and the two that should have guarded this, had put out in their
+boat to see what the matter was. If a man had wished to believe that
+Providence guided him that night, he could not have found a
+circumstance to help him farther on the road. I make no pretence to be
+what folks call a religious man, doing my duty without the hymn-books;
+but I believe, and always shall believe, that there was something more
+than mere chance on our way in all that venture, and so I set it down
+here once and for all. The fingers of the white man's God pointed the
+road for us; and we took it, fair or crooked let it prove to be.
+
+"Luck! Luck's no word for it, my lads," said I. "If a man told such a
+thing ashore, who'd believe him? And yet it's true--true, as your own
+eyes tell you."
+
+They had not found their tongues yet and none of them uttered a
+syllable. The wonders they had seen: that house of mystery lying like a
+palace of the story-books far down below the rolling Pacific; the
+surprise of it all; the picture of lights and rooms and of a woman's
+face; and now this plateau of rock with breakers at their feet and the
+island mists for their horizon; and, in the far distance, away upon the
+sword-fish reef, sights and sounds which quickened every pulse--who
+shall blame them if they could answer me never a word? They simply
+halted there and gazed spellbound across the shimmering water. I alone
+knew how far we stood from the end where safety lay.
+
+Now, Peter Bligh was the first to give up his star-gazing; and, shaking
+himself like a great dog, he turned to me with a word of that common
+sense which he can speak sometimes.
+
+"'Tis a miracle, truly, and a couple of doors to it," cried he, like
+one thinking keenly. "Nevertheless, I make bold to say that if they
+have a key to yonder hatch we are undone entirely, captain."
+
+I sat upon a crag of the rock and tried to think of it all. Czerny's
+men would return in an hour, or two at the most, and the truth would be
+out. They would come--the seamen to the lesser gate, the others to this
+door of steel by which we sat--and, finding that knocking did not open,
+they would take such measures as they thought fit to blast the doors. A
+gun well fired might do as much if gun could be trained upon the reef.
+Once let them inside and it needed no clever tongue to say how it would
+fare with us or with those we sought to protect. No man, I said, would
+live to tell that story, or to carry the history of Edmond Czerny's
+life to a distant city. All that lay between us and life was this door
+of steel shutting like a port-hole in the solid rock. And could we hold
+it against, it might be one, it might be three hundred men? That was a
+question the night must answer.
+
+"Regnarte," I said, upon an impulse, "you have guns in this house?"
+
+He held up his fingers and opened them many times to express a great
+number.
+
+"One, two, three hundred guns," said he. "Excellency has them all; but
+here one gun much bigger than that. You seamen, you shall know how to
+fire him, captain. Excellency say that no man take the gate while that
+gun there. Ah! the leg on the other boot now!"
+
+Now he cracked his fingers all the time he said this, and shook his
+keys and danced about the plateau like a madman. For a while I could
+make neither head nor tail of what he meant; but presently he turned as
+though he would go down to the cabins again, and, standing upon the
+very threshold of the staircase, he showed me what I had never seen or
+should have looked for in twenty years--the barrel of a quick-firing
+gun and the steel turret which defended it.
+
+"'Tis a pom-pom, or I'm a heathen nigger!" cries Peter Bligh, half mad
+at the sight of it. "A pom-pom, and a shield about it. The glory to
+Saint Patrick that shows me the wonder!"
+
+And Dolly Venn, catching hold of my hand in like excitement, he says:
+
+"Oh, Mr. Begg, oh, what luck, what luck at last!"
+
+I crossed the plateau and saw the thing with my own eyes. It was a
+modern Krupp quick-firing gun, well kept, well fitted, well placed
+behind a shield of steel which might defend those who worked it against
+a hundred. Those who set it upon the rock so set it that not only the
+near sea but the second gate could be covered by its fire. It would
+sweep the water with a hail of lead, and leave unseen those that did
+the work. And the irony of it was chiefly this, that Edmond Czerny,
+seeking to defend the door of his house against all the world, now shut
+it upon himself.
+
+"Yes," said I, at last, and I spoke almost like a man drunk with
+excitement; "give me shell for that, and we'll hold the gate against
+five hundred!"
+
+The hope of it set every nerve in my body twitching; sweat, I say,
+began to roll down my face like rain.
+
+"You have a magazine in this place," I continued, turning upon the
+Italian in a way that surprised him; "you have arms in this house and
+shot for that gun. Where are they, man, where are they?"
+
+He stood stock-still with fright, and stammered out a broken reply.
+
+"Excellency has the key, captain--I show you! Don't be angry, captain!"
+
+He turned to enter the house again, and I followed him, as eager a man
+as ever hunted for that which might take a fellow-creature's life.
+
+"Do you, Peter and Dolly, keep a watch here," said I, indicating the
+place, "while I go below with this man. We must hold the gate, lads,
+hold it with our lives! If the two yonder come back, be sure you close
+their mouths. You understand, Peter--close their mouths!"
+
+"Aye, I understand, captain!" said he, very quietly. "They'll not sing
+hymns when I've done with them!"
+
+I followed the Italian down the stairs, and we made for the great hall
+again. Many lights were burning there, and the figures of women passed
+in and out of the splendid rooms. At the far corner, opposite Miss
+Ruth's own apartment, the Italian came to a halt and began to gabble
+again.
+
+"Excellency live here, sir," said he; "the gun-room--you go right
+through to him; but Excellency, he have the key. Me only doorman. I
+speak true, sir!"
+
+I opened the door of the room he indicated, and feeling upon the wall
+switched on a lamp. It was the palace of a place, with great book-racks
+all round it, and arm-chairs as long as beds in every corner, and
+instruments and tables and pretty ornaments enough to furnish a
+mansion; but for none of these things had I eyes that night. Yonder, at
+the end of the room, a curtain opened above a door of iron; and through
+that door I saw at a glance the way to the gun-room lay. Ah, how my
+head tried to grapple with the trouble! The keys--where lay the keys?
+What chance or miracle would show me those? Was the key on Czerny's
+person or here in one of the drawers about? How much would I have paid
+to have been told that truly! But how to open it!
+
+Now the Italian watched me with curious eyes as I went up to the door
+and drew the curtain back from it. A quick glance round the room did
+not show me what common sense was seeking--an iron safe in which
+Czerny's keys might lie. That he would keep the key of the armoury in
+the room, unless it were on his person, I had no doubt; and argument
+began to tell me that, after all, a safe might not be necessary. If
+alarm came it would come from the sea; or from the lower doors, which
+were locked against his devil's crew. I began to say that the keys
+would be in a drawer or bureau, and I was going to ransack every piece
+of furniture, when--and this seemed beyond all reason--I saw something
+shining bright upon a little table in the corner, and crossing the room
+I picked up the very thing for which a man might have offered the half
+of his fortune.
+
+"Heaven above!" said I, "if this is it--if this is it----"
+
+And why should it not have been? News of the wreck had come to the
+house like a sudden alarm leaping up in the night; the keys, which I
+held with greedy fingers, might they not have been in Czerny's hands
+when the bell clanged loudly through the startled corridors? I saw him,
+forgetful in his very greed, serving out rifles to his willing men,
+running up at hazard to be sure of the truth, leaving behind him that
+which might open his house to the world forever. And in my hand the
+fruit of his alarm was lying.
+
+Ah, Heaven! it was the truth, and the door opened at my touch, and arms
+for a hundred men glittered in the dim light about me.
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY'S MEN
+
+We carried the shot to the stairs' head, each man working as though his
+own life were the price of willing labour. If Miss Ruth had tidings of
+the great good fortune the night had sent to us, she would neither stay
+our hands with questions nor wait for idle answers. For a moment I saw
+her, a figure to haunt a man, looking out from the door of her own
+room; but a long hour passed before I changed a word with her or knew
+if that which we had done would win her consent. Now, indeed, was Ruth
+Bellenden at the parting of the ways, and of all in Czerny's house her
+lot must have been the hardest to bear. She had blotted the page of her
+old life that night and it never would be rewritten. None the less, a
+woman's courage could show me a bright face and all that girlish
+gentleness which was her truest charm. Never once would she speak of
+her own trouble, but always lightly of ours; so that we three--little
+Ruth, Dr. Gray, and Jasper Begg--might have been friends met upon any
+common adventure, and not at the crisis of that desperate endeavour.
+And so I think it will befall in all the perilous days, that what is
+written in the story-books about loud exclamations and pale faces and
+all the rest of it is the property of the story-teller, and that in
+plain truth you find none of these things, but just silent actors and
+simple talk, and no more noise of the difficulty than the common day
+will bring. This, at least, is my memory of that never-to-be-forgotten
+night. To-morrow might give us life or death--a grave beneath the seas
+or mastership of that house of mystery; though of this no word passed
+between us, but briefly we gave each other the news and asked it in
+return.
+
+"Captain," says the doctor, he being the first to speak, "they tell me
+you've struck a gun-store. Is it true or false?"
+
+I told him that it was true, and making light of it--for I did not wish
+Miss Ruth to be upset before there was good reason--I named another
+thing.
+
+"Yes," said I, "we shall defend ourselves if there's need, and give a
+good account, I hope. For the rest, we'll take it as we find it. I am
+trusting that Mister Czerny will listen to common sense and not risk
+bloodshed. If he does, the blame be on his own head, for I shall do my
+best to make it easy for him."
+
+"I know you will--I know you will, Jasper," says little Ruth, closing
+her hand upon mine, and not caring much what the doctor thought of it,
+I'll be bound; "we can do no more than our duty, each of us. Mine is
+very hard, but I shall not turn from it--never, while I know that duty
+says, 'Go on!'"
+
+"That I'm sure you won't, Miss Ruth," was my answer to her; "if ever
+duty justified man or woman it justifies you and I this night. Let us
+begin with that and all the rest is easy. What we are doing is done as
+much for the sake of our fellow-men as for ourselves. We work for a
+good end--to let the world know what Ken's Island harbours and to keep
+our fellow-men from such a place. Accomplish that much, and right and
+humanity owe us something, though it's not for me to speak of it, nor
+is this the time. My business is to hold this house against the devils
+who are pillaging the ship yonder. The sea-gate I can take care of,
+Miss Ruth. It's what's below in the pit that I fear."
+
+She listened with a curiosity which drank in every word and yet was not
+satiated. Nevertheless, I believe but half of my story was plain to
+her. And who blames her for that? Was not it enough for such a bit of a
+girl to say, "My friends are with me. I trust them. They will win my
+liberty." The arguments were for the men--for Mister Gray and me, who
+sought a road in the darkness, but could not find one.
+
+"Two doors to this house, captain," says the doctor, after a little
+while, "and one of them shut. So much I understand. Are you sure that
+the cavern below is empty, or do you still count men in it?"
+
+"'Tis just neither way," said I, "and that's the worst of it, doctor.
+The sea's to be held while the shell lasts and perhaps afterwards; but
+if there are men down below, why, then it's another matter. I'm staking
+all on a throw. What more can I do?"
+
+He leaned back upon the sofa and appeared to think of it. Presently he
+said:
+
+"Captain, a man doesn't shoot with his foot, does he?"
+
+And then, not waiting for me to answer, he goes on:
+
+"Why, no; he shoots with his hand. Just you plant me in the passage and
+give me a gun. I'll keep the door for you--by Jove, I will!"
+
+Now, I saw that this promise frightened Miss Ruth more than she would
+say, for it was the first time that it occurred to her that men might
+come out of the pit. But she was just the one to turn it with a laugh,
+and crying, "What folly! what folly!" she called out at the same time
+for little Rosamunda, and began to think of that which I had clean
+forgotten.
+
+"Jasper," says she, "you will never make a general--never, never! Why,
+where's your commissariat? Would you starve your crew and think nothing
+of it? Oh, we shall feed Mister Bligh, and then it will be easy," says
+she, prettily.
+
+I made no objection to this, for it was evident that she wished to
+conceal her fears from us; but I knew that the doctor was wise, and
+before I left him there was a rifle at his side and twenty rounds to go
+with it.
+
+
+[Illustration: "If there is any sound at the door, fire that gun."]
+
+
+"If there's any sound at the door of the corridor--as much as a
+scratch," said I, "fire that gun. I shall be with you before the
+smoke's lifted, and you will need me, doctor--indeed, you will!"
+
+I left him upon this and went up, more anxious than I would have
+confessed, to my shipmates at the gate. I found them standing together
+in the moonlight, which shone clear and golden upon a gentle sea, and
+gave points of fire to the rocky headlands of Ken's Island. So still it
+was, such a scene of wonder and of beauty, that but for the words which
+greeted me, and the dark figures peering across the water, and
+something very terrible on the distant reef, I might have believed
+myself keeping a lonely watch in the glory of a summer's night. That
+delusion the East denied. I knew the truth even before Mister Bligh
+named it.
+
+"They've fired the ship, captain--fired the ship!" says he, with just
+anger. "Aye, Heaven do to them as they've done to those poor creatures!
+Did man ever hear of such a villainy--to fire a good ship in her
+misfortune? It would be a sin against an honest rope to hang such a
+crew as that!"
+
+I stepped forward to the water's edge that I might see the thing more
+clearly. Looming up upon that fair horizon were wreathing clouds of
+smoke and crimson flames, and in the heart of it all the outline of the
+ship these fiends had doomed. No picture ever painted could present
+that woful scene or describe its magnificence as we saw it from the
+watch-tower of the reef. It was, indeed, as though the very heavens
+were on fire, while the sea all about the burning hull shone like a
+pool of molten gold in which strange shapes moved and the shadows of
+living things were to be seen. Now licking the quivering masts, now
+blown aside in tongue-shaped jets, the lambent flame spurted from every
+crack and crevice, leaped up from every port-hole of that splendid
+steamer. I saw that her minutes were numbered, and I said that before
+the dawn broke she would sink, a mass of embers, into the hissing
+breakers.
+
+"Good Lord, Mister Bligh!" cried I, the seaman's habit coming to me at
+the dreadful spectacle, "was ever such a thing heard of? And the poor
+people aboard--what of them now? What haven may they look for?"
+
+"They've put the men ashore, sir," said Dolly Venn, hardly able to
+speak for his anxiety. "I saw two boat-loads go across to the bay while
+Mister Bligh was piling the ammunition. They've sent them to die on the
+island. And we so helpless that we must just look on like schoolgirls.
+Oh! I'd give all I've got to be over yonder with a hundred bluejackets
+at my elbow. Think of it, sir! Just a hundred, and cutlasses in their
+hands."
+
+"Aye," said I, "and a tree for every rogue that rows a boat yonder.
+Well, my lad, thinking's no good this night, nor can you get the
+bluejackets by whistling. We haven't all served our time in a Queen's
+ship, Dolly, and we're just plain seamen; but we'll try and speak a
+word to Edmond Czerny by-and-bye, or I'll never speak another. Now,
+help me with your young eyes, will you, and tell me if that's a ship's
+gig yonder, or if it isn't----"
+
+He said that it was a ship's gig, and he pointed out that which I had
+not seen before--a steam yacht lying off to the east of us and waiting
+for some of her crew to go aboard. Edmond Czerny would be on deck
+there, I thought, watching the hounds he had sent to the work; and if
+that spectacle of death and destruction did not gratify him, then
+nothing would in all the world. And surely such a sight even he had not
+beheld in all his years. That shimmering molten sea, the island
+catching the reflected lights and making its own pictures of them; the
+distant forests, whose trees lifted fiery branches and leaves of flame;
+the mist-clouds raining blood and gold, the burning steamer, the great
+arena of fire-flecked sea and the small-boats swimming upon it--what
+more of delight or devilry could Ken's Island give this vulture of the
+deep?
+
+So much the night would show us as Providence willed and good hearts
+might determine.
+
+Now, I have told you that little Dolly Venn had served in the Naval
+Reserve and knew more of gunnery than the most of us. To this, I bear
+witness, we owed much that night.
+
+"You've got a skipper's part, Dolly, lad," said I, "and yon gig begins
+the trouble, if my eyes don't deceive me. Why, she's coming in here,
+lad, straight to this very door, just as fast as oars can bring her.
+And there's more to follow--a fleet of them, as any lubber could tell
+you."
+
+"'Tis like a fête and gala on the old stinking Liffey," says Peter
+Bligh, peering with me across the busy sea. "A dozen boats, and every
+one of them full. I'd give something to see Mister Jacob to-night;
+indeed, and I would, captain. We are over few for such an 'out and
+home' as this."
+
+It was rare to see Peter Bligh serious, but he had the right to be that
+night, and I was the last to blame him. Consider our situation and ask
+what others would have felt, placed as we were--four willing men upon a
+bit of craggy rock rising sheer out of a thousand fathom sea, and
+commanded to hold the gate for our lives and for another life more
+precious against all the riff-raff that Ken's Island could send against
+us. Out on the shimmering sea I counted twelve boats with my own eyes,
+and knew that every one of them was full of cut-throats. In the half of
+an hour or sooner that devil's crew would knock at our gate and demand
+to come in. Whatever way we answered them, however clever we might be,
+was it reason to suppose that we could hold the rock against such odds,
+hold it until help came when help was so distant? I say that it was
+not. By all the chances, by every right reason, we should have been cut
+down where we stood, and our bodies swimming in the sea before the sun
+shone again on Ken's Island and its mysteries. And if this truth was
+present in my mind, how should it be absent from the minds of the
+others? Brave faces they showed me, bright words they spoke; but I knew
+what these concealed. We stood together for a woman's sake; we knew
+what the price might be and made no complaint of it.
+
+"We are over few, Peter," said I, "but over few is better than many
+when the heart is right. Just you drink up that grog and put yourself
+where there is not so much of your precious body in the moonlight. It
+will be Dolly's place at the gun, and mine to help him. There is this
+in my mind, Peter, that we've no right to shoot fellow-creatures unless
+they call upon us so to do. When the gig comes up I'll give them a fair
+challenge before the volley's fired. After that it's up and at them,
+for Miss Ruth's sake. You will not forget, Peter, that if we can hold
+this place until help comes, belike we'll carry Miss Ruth to Europe and
+shut down this devil's den forever. If that's not work good enough to
+put heart into a man, I don't know what is. Aye, my lads," said I to
+them all, "tell yourselves that you are here and acting for the sake of
+one who did you many a kindness in the old time; and mind you shoot
+straight," says I, "and don't go wasting honest lead when there's
+carrion waiting for it."
+
+They answered "Aye, aye!" and Dolly, leaping up to the gun, began to
+give his orders just for all the world as though he skippered the ship
+and I was but a passenger.
+
+"We'll put Regnarte in front," says he, "so that we can keep an eye on
+him. Let Peter hail them from where he's standing now; the rock covers
+him, captain, and the shield will take care of you and me. And oh?"
+says he, "I do wish it would begin--for my fingers are just itching!"
+
+"Let them itch, lad, let them itch," was my answer; "here's the gig by
+the point, and they won't trouble you with that complaint long. Do you,
+Peter, give them a hail when I cry, 'Now!' If they stop, well and good;
+if they come on--why, you won't be asking them to walk right in!" says
+I.
+
+He took my meaning and set to work like the brave man that he was. Very
+deliberately and carefully I saw him slip out of his coat and fold it
+up neatly at his feet. He had a rifle in his hand and a pile of
+ammunition on the floor, and now he opened his Remington and began to
+fill it. For my part, I stood by the gun's shield, and from that place,
+covered by a ring of steel, I looked out across the awaking sea.
+Impatience, doubt, hope, fear--these I forgot in the minutes which
+passed while the gig crept slowly across that silver pool. The silence
+was so great that a man might almost breathe it. Slow, to be sure, she
+was; and every man who has waited at a post of danger knows what it
+means to see a strange sail creeping up to you foot by foot, and to be
+asking yourself a dozen times over whether she be friend or enemy, a
+welcome consort or a rogue disguised. But there is an end to all
+things, even to the minutes of such suspense; and I bear witness that I
+never heard sweeter music than the ringing hail which Mister Bligh sent
+across the still sea to the eight men in the gig, and to any other his
+message might concern.
+
+"Ahoy!" cries he, "and what may you be wanting, my hearties, and what
+flag do you sail under?"
+
+Now, if ever a hail out of the night surprised eight men, this was the
+occasion and this the scene of it. They had come back from the pillaged
+ship believing that the sea-gate of the house stood open to them and
+that friends held it in all security. And here upon the threshold a
+strange voice hails them; they are asked a question which turns every
+ear towards the rock, sends every man's hand to the gun beside him.
+Instantly, their own vile deeds accusing them, they cry, "Discovery!"
+They tell each other, I make sure, that Czerny's house is in the
+possession of strangers. They are stark mad with curiosity, and unable
+for a spell to say a word to us.
+
+They would not speak a word, I say; their oars were still, their boat
+drifted lazily to the drowsy tide. If they peered with all their eyes a
+the rock from which the voice came, but little consolation had they of
+the spectacle. The shadows spoke no truth, the gate hid the unknown;
+they could read no message there. Neither willing to go back nor to
+advance, they sat gaping in the boat. How could they know what anxious
+ears and itching hands waited for their reply?
+
+A voice at last, crying harshly across the ripple of the water, broke
+the spell and set every tongue free again. Aye, it was good to hear
+them speak.
+
+"Bob Williams," cries the voice. "What ho! my ancient! I guess that's
+you, Bob Williams."
+
+"And I guess it isn't," roars Peter Bligh, half mad, like a true
+Irishman, at the thought of a fight. "It isn't Bob Williams, and be
+derned to you! Are you going ashore to Ken's Island or will you swim
+awhile? It's good water for bathing," says he, "and no charge for the
+machine. Aye," says he, "by the look of you cold water would not hurt
+your skins."
+
+Well, they had nothing to say to this; but we could hear them parleying
+among themselves. And presently; another longboat pulling up to them,
+the two together drifted in the open and then, without a word, began to
+row away to the lesser reef, whose gate I had shut not an hour ago.
+This I saw with very great alarm; for it came to me in an instant that
+if they could force the trap--and there were enough of them to do that,
+seeing that they had rifles in their hands--the whole of the lower
+rooms would swarm with their fellows presently, and I did not doubt
+that the house would be taken.
+
+"Dolly," cried I, appealing to the lad, when, the Lord knows, my own
+head should have been the one to lead, "Dolly," cried I, "they'll force
+the gate--and what then, Dolly----?"
+
+He had leapt up when the ship moved off, and now, drawing me back, with
+nervous fingers he began to show me what a man-of-war had taught him.
+
+"No, sir, no," says he, wildly, "no, it's not that. Help me and I'll
+tell you--and oh, Mister Begg, don't you see that this gun was put here
+to cover that very place?" says he.
+
+Well, I had seen it, though in the stress of recent events it had
+slipped my memory; and yet it would have been as plain as the nose on
+the face to any gunner, even to the youngest. For if Czerny must hold
+his house against the world, how should he hold it with one door of two
+open to the sea? That devilish gun, swung there on a peak of the rock,
+could sweep the waters, turn where you might. It was going to sweep the
+lesser gate to-night.
+
+"Round with her and quick about it," cries Dolly Venn, and never a
+gladder cry have I heard him utter. "They're coming ashore, captain.
+They are on the rock already."
+
+I stood up to make sure of it, and saw four men leap from the gig to
+the rock which it was life or death for us to hold. And to Dolly I
+said:
+
+"Let go, lad; let go, in Heaven's name!"
+
+He stood to the gun; and clear above all other sounds of the night the
+sharp reports rang out. That peaceful, sleeping sea awoke to an hour
+the like to which Ken's Island will never know again. We cast the glove
+to Edmond Czerny and powder spake our message. Henceforth it was his
+day or ours, life or death, the gallows or the sea.
+
+There were four men upon the rock when the gun began to spurt its vomit
+of shot across the sea, and two of them fell almost with the first
+report. I saw a third dragging himself across the crags and pressing a
+hand madly against every stone as though to quench some burning flame;
+a fourth crouched down and began to cry to his fellows in the boats for
+mercy's sake to put in for him; but before they could lift a hand or
+ship an oar the fire was among them; and skimming the waves for a
+moment, then carrying beyond them, it caught them as a hail of burning
+steel at last and shut their lips forever. Aye, how shall I tell you of
+it truly--the worming, tortured men, the gaping wounds they showed, the
+madness which sent them headlong into the sea, the sagging boat dipping
+beneath them, the despair, the terror, when death came like a
+whirlwind? These things I shut from my eyes; I would not see them.
+The sharp reports, the words of agony, the oaths, the ferocious
+threats--they came and went as a storm upon the wind. And afterwards
+when silence fell, and I beheld the silver sea, the island wreathed
+in mists, ships' boats in the distance like dots upon the water, the
+ebbing flames where the steamer burned, the woods wherein honest seamen
+suffered in the death-trance from which but few would waken, I turned
+to my comrades and, hand linked in hand, I said, "Well done!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+WHICH BRINGS IN THE DAY AND WHAT BEFELL THEREIN
+
+It was just after dawn that Miss Ruth came up from her room below and
+found me at my lonely post on the plateau of the watch-tower rock.
+Dolly Venn was fast asleep by that time, and Peter Bligh and the
+carpenter no less willing for a spell of rest. I had sent them to their
+beds when it was plain to me that, whatever might come after, the night
+had nothing more in store for us; and though heavy with sleep myself I
+put it by for duty's sake.
+
+Now, I was watching all alone, my rifle between my knees and my eyes
+upon the breaking skies, when I heard a quick step behind me, and,
+turning round, I saw Miss Ruth herself, and felt her gentle hand upon
+my shoulder.
+
+"I couldn't sleep, Jasper," said she, a little sadly I thought. "You
+are not angry with me for being here, Jasper?"
+
+It blew cold with the dawn, and I was glad to see that she had wrapped
+her head in a warm white woollen shawl--for these little things stick
+in a man's memory--and that her dress was such as a woman might wear in
+that bleak place. She had dark rings about her eyes--which I have
+always said could look at you as the eyes of no other woman in all the
+world; and I began to think how odd it was that we two, whom fortune
+had cast out to this lonely rock together, should have said so little
+to each other, spoken such rare words since the ship put me ashore at
+the gate of her island home.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "it's small wonder what you tell me. This night is
+never to be forgotten by you and I, surely. Sometimes, even now, I
+think that I am dreaming it all. Why, look at it. Not two months ago I
+was in London hiring a ship from Philips, Westbury, and Co. You, I
+believed, were away in the Pacific, where all things beautiful should
+be. I saw you, Miss Ruth, in an island home, happy and contented, as it
+was the wish of us all that you should be. There were never lighter
+hearts on a quarterdeck than those which set out to do your bidding.
+'It's Miss Ruth's fancy,' we told ourselves, 'that her friends should
+bring a message from the West, and be ready to serve her if she has the
+mind to employ them.' What other need could we think of? Be sure no
+whisper of this devil's house or of yonder island where honest men will
+die to-day was heard by any man among us. We came to do your bidding as
+you had asked us. It was for you to say 'go' or 'stay.' We never
+thought what the truth would be--even now it seems to me a horrid
+nightmare which a man remembers when he is waking."
+
+She drew a little closer to me, and stood gazing wistfully across the
+westward seas, beyond which lay home and liberty. Perchance her
+thoughts were away to the pretty town of Nice, where she had given her
+love to the man who had betrayed her, and had dreamed, as young girls
+will, of all that marriage and afterwards might mean to her.
+
+"If it were only that, Jasper," she said, slowly, "just a dream and
+nothing more! But we know that it is not. Ah, think, if these things
+mean so much to you, what they have meant to me. I came away from
+Europe believing that heaven would open at my feet. I said that a good
+man loved me, and I gave myself heart and soul to him. Just a silly
+little girl I was, who never asked questions, and trusted--yes, trusted
+all who said they loved her. And then the truth, and a weary woman to
+hear it! From little things which I would not see, it came speaking to
+me in greater things which I dare not pass by, until I knew--knew the
+best and the worst of it! And all my castles came tumbling down, and
+the picture was shut out, and I thought it was forever. The message I
+spoke to the sea would never be answered, or would be answered when I
+no longer lived to hear it spoken. Do you blame a woman's weakness? Was
+I wrong to believe that you would forget the promise?"
+
+"I never forgot it, Miss Ruth," was my answer, "never for a moment.
+'May-be,' said I to Peter Bligh, 'she'll laugh when I go ashore;
+may-be--but it is a thousand to one against that--she'll have need of
+me.' When I saw Ken's Island looming off my port-bow, why I said, 'It's
+just such a picture of a place as a rich man would pitch upon for an
+island home. It's a garden land,' said I, 'a sunny haven in this good
+Pacific sea.' Judge how far I was from the truth, Miss Ruth, how little
+I knew of this prison-house that, God helping me, shall stand open to
+the world before many days have come and gone."
+
+She was silent for a spell, for her eyes were searching the distant
+island, and she seemed to be scanning its fog-bound heights and misty
+valleys as though to read that secret of the night of which I hoped no
+man had told her.
+
+"The ship that came ashore last night, Jasper?" she asked, of a sudden.
+"What have they done to the ship?"
+
+I put my hand upon her arm and led her forward to the sea's edge,
+whence we could espy both the sword-fish reef and the ashes of her
+bungalow at the island's heart. The day had broken by this time, quick
+and beautiful as ever in the Pacific Ocean. Sunny waves rolled up to
+our very feet. There were glittering caps of rock gleaming above the
+island of death. Czerny's yacht lay, the picture of a ship, eastward in
+the offing. The longboats, twelve of them, and each loaded with its
+devil's crew, drifted round and round the master's ship; but never a
+man that went aboard from them.
+
+"The ship," said I, "is where many a good ship has gone before: a
+thousand fathoms down by yonder cruel reef. As for those that sailed
+her, they live or die on Ken's Island, mistress. Last night in my watch
+I heard them crying like wild beasts that hunger drives. Those who do
+not sleep to-day herd together on yonder beach. I counted nine of them
+not half an hour since."
+
+She tried to see with me, looking across the water; and presently she
+said:
+
+"There are men there and women, too--oh, Jasper, think of it, women!"
+
+"Ah!" said I, "I have been thinking of it for an hour or more, ever
+since I first made a signal to them. So much comes of being a seaman,
+who can speak to folks when others are dumb. If they read my message
+aright, they'll not stay on Ken's Island to sleep, be sure of it; but I
+doubt that they'll dare it, Miss Ruth. Poor souls; their need is sore,
+indeed!"
+
+"And our own, Jasper," says she, "is our own less? You are brave men,
+and you have all a woman's trust and gratitude; but, Jasper, when my
+husband comes, what will you say to him? They are a hundred and we are
+but five, shut up in this prison of the sea! We may live here forever
+and no help come to us. We may even die here, Jasper. There are things
+I will not either name or think of. But, oh, Jasper," says she, "if we
+could save those poor people!"
+
+It was always thus with her--nine thoughts for others and not the half
+of one for herself. What she meant by the things she would not name or
+speak of, I could hardly guess; but it was in my head that she meant to
+indicate the corridors below and that unknown danger which iron doors
+shut down. I had been a clearer-headed man that morning if I could have
+put away from me my doubt of what the depths were hiding from us. But I
+hid it from her always. A truce of self-deception shut out the question
+as one we neither cared to hear nor answer.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, speaking very slowly, "those people have a boat,
+for you can see it on yon sands. Let them find the courage to float it,
+and it is even possible that Dolly Venn and I can do the rest. We
+should be thirteen men then, and glad of the number. I won't hide it
+from you that we are a pitiful handful to face such a horde as lingers
+yonder. Why, think of it. Your husband keeps them off the yacht, that's
+clear to a child's eye. What harbour, then, is open to them? The
+island--yes, there's that! They can go and sleep the death-sleep on the
+island, as many an honest man before them. But they will have something
+to say to Czerny first if I know anything of their quality! Our plight
+is bad enough; but I wouldn't be in your husband's shoes to-day for all
+the money in London City. We may pull through--there would be rasher
+promises than that; but Edmond Czerny will never see a white man's town
+again--no, not if he lives a hundred years!"
+
+"It would be justice, God's justice," said she, very slowly; "there is
+that in the world always, Jasper. Whatever may be in store for me, I
+should like to think that I had done my duty as you are doing yours."
+
+"We won't talk of that;" said I; "the day is dark, but the sunshine
+follows after. Some day, in some home across the sea, we'll tell each
+other how we held Ken's Island against a hundred. It may be that, dear
+friend; God knows, it may be that!"
+
+* * *
+
+It was five o'clock in the morning by my watch when I signalled for the
+second time to the people on the beach, and half-past five when first
+they answered me. Until that time I had not wished to awake Dolly Venn
+or Mister Bligh; but now when it began to come to me that I might,
+indeed, save these poor driven folks and add to the garrison which held
+the house, sleep was banished from my eyes and I had the strength and
+heart of ten. No longer could I doubt that my signals were seen and
+read by some sailor on that distant shore. Driven out, as they must
+have been, by the awful fogs which loomed over Ken's Island, gasping
+for their lives at the water's edge, who shall blame their hesitation
+or exclaim upon that delay? Over the sea they beheld a white flag
+waving. Was it the flag which friend or foe had raised? There, from
+that craggy rock, help was offered them. Could they believe such good
+fortune, those who seemed to have but minutes to live?
+
+Well, Dolly Venn came up to me, and Peter Bligh, half awake from sleep;
+and all standing together (Seth Barker keeping watch below) I told them
+how we stood and pointed out that which might follow after.
+
+"There'll be no attack from Czerny's men with the light," said I; "for
+so much is plain reason. If there's murder done out yonder, look for it
+on Czerny's yacht when his friends would go aboard. Why, see, lads,
+there are a hundred and twenty men, at the lowest reckoning, drifting
+yonder in open boats. Who's to feed them, who's to house them? They can
+go ashore on Ken's Island and dance to the sleep-music; but they are
+not the sort to do that, from what we've seen of them! No, they'll have
+it out with Edmond Czerny; they'll want to know the reason why! And let
+the wind blow more than a capful," said I, "and by the Lord above me
+not a man among them will see to-morrow's sun! Does that put heart into
+you, Peter, or does it not? There are folks to save over there, Peter
+Bligh," says I, "and we'll save them yet!" His reply was an earnest
+"God grant it!" and from that moment the sleep left his eyes, and
+standing by my side, as he had stood many a day on the bridge of the
+Southern Cross, he began to read the signals and to interpret them
+aloud as the old-time duty prompted him.
+
+"Eight men and a woman, and one long-boat," says he; "sickness among
+them and no arms. 'Tis to know if they shall put off now or wait for
+the dark. You'll be answering that, captain."
+
+"Let them come, let them come," said I; "how's the dark to help them?
+Will they live a day in the fogs we know of? And what sort of a port is
+Ken's Island in the sleep-time for any Christian man? If Czerny murders
+them on the high seas, so much the more against him when his day comes.
+Let them come, Peter, and the Lord help them, poor wretches!"
+
+I was using my arms with every word, and trying to make my meaning
+clear to the poor folks on the beach. So far they had been content to
+answer me with questions; but now, all at once, they ceased to signal,
+and a black object riding above the surf told me that they had risked
+all and were afloat, be the danger what it might. At the same moment a
+sharp cry from Dolly Venn turned my eyes to Czerny's yacht; and I saw
+his devils rowing their boats for the open water of the bay, and I knew
+that murder was in their minds, and that the hour had come when every
+veil was to be cast aside and their purpose declared against all
+humanity.
+
+"Clear the gun and stand by," was my order to the others; "we'll give
+them something to take home with them, and it sha'n't be pippins! Can
+you range them, Dolly, or must you wait? There's no time to lose, my
+lad, if honest lives are to be saved this day."
+
+He went to work without a word, charging his magazine and training the
+gun eastwards towards the advancing boats. If he did not fire at once,
+it was because he doubted his range; and here was his difficulty, that
+by sweeping round to the east and coming at the refugees upon a new
+course, Czerny's lot might yet cheat us and do the infernal work they
+intended. Indeed, the poor people in the longboat were just racing for
+their lives; and whether we could help them or whether they must perish
+time alone would show. Yard by yard, painfully, laboriously, they
+pushed towards the rock; yard by yard the devil's crew were bearing
+down upon them. And still Dolly kept his shot; the gun had nothing to
+say to them. No crueller sight you could plan or imagine. It was as
+though we were permitting poor driven people to be slaughtered before
+our very eyes.
+
+"Fire, Dolly, lad!" cried I, at last--"fire, for pity's sake! Will you
+see them die before our very eyes?"
+
+His fingers trembled upon the gun. He had all the heart to do it; but
+still he would not fire.
+
+"I can't," says he, half mad at his confession; "the gun won't do
+it--it's cruel, captain--cruel to see it--they're half a mile out of
+range. And the others dropping their oars. Look at that. A man's down,
+and another is trying to take his place----"
+
+It was true as I live. From some cause or other, I could only surmise,
+the longboat lay drifting with the tide and one of Czerny's boats, far
+ahead of its fellows, was almost atop of her.
+
+"They're done!" cries Peter Bligh, with an oath, "done entirely. God
+rest their souls. They'll never make the rock----"
+
+We believed it surely. The refugees were done; the pirates had
+unsheathed their knives for the butcher's work. I saw no human help
+could save them; and saying it a voice from the open door behind me
+gave the lie to Peter Bligh, and named a miracle.
+
+"'Tis the others that need your prayers, Mister Bligh--Czerny's lot are
+sinking sure----"
+
+I looked round and found Seth Barker at my elbow. His orders had been
+to watch the gate of the corridor below. I asked him what brought him
+there, and he told me something which sent my heart into my mouth.
+
+"There's knocking down below and strange voices, sir. No danger, says
+Mister Gray, but a fact you should know of. Belike they'll pass on,
+sir, and please God they'll leave the engine for their own sakes."
+
+"Does Mister Gray say that?" asked I. "Does he fear for the engine?"
+
+"If it stops, we're all dead men for want of breath, the doctor says."
+
+"Then it sha'n't stop," said I, "for here's a man that will open the
+trap if two or twenty stand below."
+
+He had quickened my pulse with his tale, for the truth of it I could
+not deny; and it seemed to me that danger began to close in upon us,
+turn where we might, and that the outcome must be the worst, the very
+worst a man could picture. If I had any satisfaction, any consolation
+of that wearing hour, it was the sight I beheld out there upon the
+hither sea, where Czerny's boat drifted upon its prey--yet so drifted
+that a child might have said, "She's done with; she's sinking."
+
+"Flushed, by all that's wonderful," cries Peter Bligh, with a
+tremendous oath; "aye, down to oblivion, and an honest man's curse go
+with you. The rogue's done, my lads; she's done for, certain."
+
+We stood close together and watched the scene with burning eyes. Dolly
+Venn chattered away about a shot that must have struck the boat last
+night and burst her seams. I cared nothing for the reasons, but took
+the facts as the sea showed them to me. Be the cause what it might,
+those who would have dealt out death to the refugees were going down to
+eternity now, their arms in their hands, their mad desire still to be
+read in every gesture. When the truth came swift upon them, when the
+seas began to break right in across their beam, then, I say, they
+leaped up mad with fear, and then only forgot their prey. For think
+what that must have meant to them, the very boat sinking beneath them;
+their comrades far away; the waves lapping their feet; the sure
+knowledge that they must die, every man of them within hail of those
+very woods wherein so many had perished for their pleasure. Aye, it
+came upon them swiftly enough, and the good boat, making a brave effort
+to battle with the swell, went down headlong anon, and the cries of
+twelve drowning men echoed even in the distant island's hills. That
+which had been a placid sea with two ships' boats was still a placid
+sea though but one boat swam there. I beheld horrible faces looking
+upward through the blinding spindrift; I saw arms thrust out above the
+foam-flecked waters; I witnessed all that fearful struggle for life and
+air and the sun's bright light; and then, aye, then the scene changed
+awfully, and silence came upon all, and the sun was still shining, and
+the untroubled deep lapped gently at our feet.
+
+* * *
+
+The twelve had perished; but the nine were saved. Stand awe-struck as
+we might, seeing the hand of God in this deliverance, the truth of it
+remained to put new heart into us and to hide that scene from our eyes.
+There, pursued no longer, was the island boat. Glad voices hailed us,
+wan figures stood up to clasp our hands; we lifted a woman to the
+rocks; we ran hither, thither, for help and comfort for them. But nine
+in all, they were our human salvage, our prize, our treasure of honest
+lives. And we had snatched them from the brigand crew, and henceforth
+they would stand with us, shoulder to shoulder, until the day were won
+or lost and Ken's Island gave up its mysteries, or gathered us for that
+last great sleep-time from which there is no waking.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+THE BEGINNING OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+It was near about midday on a Saturday that we saved the poor folks
+from the island, and not long after midnight on the Monday that our
+troubles came to a head. I like to call these the "sixty hours"; and as
+what I have to write of them is written, as it were, from watch to
+watch, so swiftly did things happen, I will try to make a diary of it
+that you may follow me more closely.
+
+_Saturday, May 27th. At midday._
+
+There are nine people rescued from the ship, and one of these a girl,
+Isabel, the daughter of Captain Nepeen, of the American navy. Her
+father is with her, a tall, stately man, very quiet and orderly, and
+quite ready to take a man's duty in the house. Of the others, the most
+part are American seamen, for this was an ocean-going steamer, Silver
+Bell, trading from American ports to Yokohama. All are very astonished
+at the things they have seen and heard both in this house and upon
+Ken's Island; but they are too ill to take much part in them, and the
+young lady lies still in a dead trance. Doctor Gray says that he will
+save her; but another man, knowing less, might think that she was dead.
+
+_The same day. At four o'clock._
+
+They waked me from sleep at this hour to tell me that the men in the
+caverns below were beating upon the iron doors of the corridor, and
+appeared likely to force their way up to our part of the house. Captain
+Nepeen brought the news himself, and had a long talk with me. I found
+him a cultured man, and one who got a grip of things sooner than I had
+expected.
+
+"Mr. Begg," he said, "it is plain that we have fallen into the hands of
+a very great scoundrel. I cannot imagine what kind of intellect has
+made use of this extraordinary place, but I can very plainly divine the
+purpose. It is for you and me to answer to civilization and justice. We
+must begin at once, Captain Begg, without any loss of time," says he.
+
+I answered him a little sharply, perhaps, being not over-pleased that
+he should make so light of my own part in the matter.
+
+"Sir," said I, "what a seaman can do I have done already, or you would
+not be here to speak of it. Let that go by. The news that you bring
+won't wait for civilities. It must be plain to you that if we are to
+stand a siege in this house, we must hold every gate of it. There are
+men in the galleries below; Heaven knows how many of them. I would name
+that first and let the rest come after."
+
+He was put about at this, and made haste to express a gratitude I had
+not looked for. His naval training prompted him to habits of authority.
+I could see that he was itching to be up and acting, and I knew that he
+needn't wait long for that.
+
+"Indeed," says he, warmly, "we owe our lives to you, as many a good
+seaman will owe it in the days to come. I should have spoken of that
+first. The wonders of this place drive other thoughts from a man's
+head. We were half dead when we saw your signal, captain. What has
+become of my fellow-passengers and the rest of the crew, God alone
+knows. They put us ashore on the island after the ship was taken last
+night, and nine of us, as you see, are here to tell the story. I have
+heard the tradition of Ken's Island from the Japanese, but I never
+believed a word of it before yesterday. Now I know that it is true. My
+fellow-passengers are there, dead or dying, and at sundown I am
+certainly going ashore to do what I can for them."
+
+"You are a brave man, Captain Nepeen," said I, "a very brave man. Where
+you go I follow. We cannot leave poor seamen to perish, cost us what it
+may. Yet I would not hide it from you that it is a big business, and
+that the man who goes to Ken's Island to-night may never return. We are
+now fourteen in this house, and our first duty is to leave it safe for
+those who trust us. With your help, Captain Nepeen, we'll answer the
+scum down below," said I.
+
+He assented very heartily and began to speak of the arms that we had
+and of the manner of employing them. His fellows, I learned, were
+bivouacked in the great hall, and these he waked first while I was
+getting the sleep out of my eyes and asking myself, "What next?" The
+room in which I lay was Czerny's own room; and now in the daylight the
+sea played cool and green upon the arched windows and showed to me such
+sights on the rocks without as I had never dreamed of in the darker
+hours. What genius had pitched upon such a house under the waves? I
+asked. What spirit of evil breathed upon this dreadful place? What
+craving for solitude sent this master-mind here to the bed of the
+Pacific Ocean, where it could spy upon these uncanny secrets, watching
+the still green water, face to face with devilish shapes butting upon
+the glass, the friend of the horrid creatures which slimed upon the
+windows and crawled to their rocky haunts, or fought claw to claw in
+the sight of their enemy, man? Desperate as the plight was, I must
+stand a minute before the crystal panes and watch that changing
+spectacle of the sea's own wonders. The very water was so near that
+I thought I had but to stretch out a hand to touch it. The weird,
+wild things that crept over the rocks, surely they would enter this
+room presently! And Czerny could live here, cheek by jowl with
+these fearsome mysteries! Again I say that man knows little of his
+fellow-man, of his better nature or his worse.
+
+_The same day. At five o'clock._
+
+We open the lower doors and go down into the galleries. Seven men are
+with me and each carries a musket. The quest is not so much for those
+shut down in the pit as for the life which they may send up to us.
+Doctor Gray has put it in a word, and it is true. The great engine,
+which draws the air from the sea's brink and drives it out in
+life-giving currents through the corridors of Czerny's house, that
+engine alone stands between us and eternity this day. If those below
+have kept that engine going until this time, it is for their own
+safety's sake. Rob them of food and drink, and what security have we
+that they will continue at the task? And yet, the deed be my witness,
+it was a perilous journey. No man in our company could say surely how
+many of Czerny's crew he would find in the black labyrinth we must
+face. No man could speak of the hidden mysteries lurking in passage or
+cavern, far from the sea-gate and the sun's light. We were going into
+the unknown; and we went with timorous steps, each asking himself,
+"Shall I live to see the day again?" each saying to the other, "Stand
+close!"
+
+Now, the knocking had ceased when we opened the gates, and we stood for
+a little while peering down into that corridor, which I have named
+already as the backbone of the lower house. Lighted it was, the lamps
+still burning, its barred doors shut, its branching passages suggesting
+a hive of rocky nests which might harbour an army of desperadoes. No
+sound came up to us from below save the sound of the engine throbbing,
+throbbing, as it fanned a breath of life and drove it upwards to us
+fresh and sweet upon our faces. Whoever lurked in that abyss feared to
+show himself or to cry a truce. We were hedged about by black mystery,
+and, rifle in hand, we set out to learn the truth.
+
+There were lamps in the corridor, but in the passages branching from it
+no light save that which streamed down, green and silvery, from the
+windows which shut the still sea out. Oftentimes the seven with me
+would draw all close together, awed by the fantastic spectacle these
+glimpses of the sea's heart showed to them. At other times the nearer
+alarm would set them quaking, and crying "Hist!" they would listen for
+steps in the silence or other sounds than that of the engine's pulse
+and the whirring fans. The very stillness, I think, made them afraid.
+The horrors of the windows--above all, that horror of the nameless
+fish--could frighten a man as no spectre of God's earth above. If I had
+accustomed myself in part to these new sensations, if Czerny's house
+seemed to me rather a refuge than a terror, none the less there were
+moments when my step halted and my eyes were glued upon the sights I
+saw. For here it would be a monstrous shark lying still in a glassy
+pool; or there a very army of ferocious crabs, their eyes outstanding,
+their claws crushing prey, their great shells shaped like fungi of the
+deep; or going on a little way again I stopped before a giant porthole
+and discovered a devil-fish and his nest in the deep and said that
+nothing like to it had been heard or told of. Here lies a great basin
+scooped out of the coral rock, and the green water is focused in it
+until it looks like a prism, and everywhere, in nook and crevice, the
+deadly tentacles, the frightful eyes of these unnameable creatures seem
+to twist and stare, and threaten us. Such fish we counted, hundreds of
+them, at the windows of the second cavern we entered; and, drawing back
+from it affrighted, we went on like men who fear to speak of that which
+they have seen.
+
+"A madman's house; it could not be anything else," says Captain Nepeen,
+as pale as any ghost; "unless I had seen it with my own eyes, Mr. Begg,
+no story that ever was written would make me believe it. And yet it is
+true, as Heaven is above us, it is true."
+
+"No doubt of that," said I, "a madman's house, captain, and madmen to
+people it. But of that we'll speak by-and-bye; for the shadows may
+listen. Keep your gun ready; there will be others about besides
+ourselves. Here's the first of them--stone-dead, by the Lord!"
+
+They all came to a stand at my words, and saw that which my eyes
+discovered for them--the figure of a dead man, lying full and plain to
+be seen in the lamp's glare, and so fallen that no one might ask you
+how he had died.
+
+"One," said I, "and that which killed him left behind! He's been struck
+down as he ran. There's the knife that did it, lads!"
+
+A young seaman among us shuddered when he saw the knife still sticking
+in the dead man's side. The rest of us drew the body out of the light
+and went on again with wary steps. We were near the great dormitory at
+this time, the door of which I myself had locked; but it was open now
+and the lock broken. Lamps still burned in that vast room; food lay
+still upon its tables; but the story of it was to be read at every
+step. Chests overturned, chairs smashed, a litter of clothes upon the
+floor, broken bottles, an empty pistol, great marks upon the door where
+iron had indented it, bore witness to the struggle for light and
+freedom. The prisoners had fled, but life was the price of liberty. I
+took one swift glance round this broken prison, and then led my
+comrades out of it.
+
+"The birds have flown and one of them is winged," said I. "There are
+five more to take, and the shadows hide them! Come on, my lads, or
+they'll say that eight were scared by five, and that's no tale to tell
+of honest seamen!"
+
+I spoke up to encourage them, for, truth to tell, the dark and the
+mystery were playing strange tricks with my nerves. As we penetrated
+deeper into that labyrinth I could start at every shadow and see a
+figure in every cranny. The men that the dark patches harboured, where
+were they? Their eyes might be watching every step we took, their
+pistols covering our bodies as we hurried on to the depths. And yet no
+sound was heard, the great engine throbbed always; the cool, sweet air
+blew fresh upon our faces.
+
+Now, the first voice spoke at the head of the engine-room stairs, from
+an open cavern which no lamp illumined. I had just called out to
+Captain Nepeen to follow me to the engine-room, and was bidding the
+others wait at the stairs-head, when a shot came flashing out of the
+darkness, and in the flame of the gun's light I saw a great hulking
+figure, and recognised it instantly. It was that of Kess Denton, the
+yellow man, whom I had left senseless at the door of Ruth Bellenden's
+bungalow more than twenty days ago. A giant figure, the head bandaged,
+the arms and chest naked, a rifle gripped in both hands, this phantom
+of the darkness showed itself for an instant and then vanished with an
+echoing laugh which mocked and angered us. At the same moment the young
+seaman who had shuddered before the dead, fell headlong in the passage,
+and with one loud cry gave up his life.
+
+And this was the first man who died for little Ruth Bellenden's sake.
+
+We swung about on our heels as the report rang out and fired a blazing
+volley into the darkness of the cavern. What other men lingered there,
+how many of the driven ghouls who haunted the labyrinth received that
+hail of lead, I shall never know nor care to ask. Groans answered our
+shots; there were cries of pain, the curses of the wounded, the
+derisive laughter of those that escaped. But little by little the
+sounds died away, echoing in other and distant galleries, or coming to
+us as whispered voices, speaking from places remote, and leaving to us
+at last a silence utter and profound.
+
+We were masters of the bout and the engine was ours.
+
+"Captain Nepeen," said I, "do you and three others go back to the
+stairs-head and hold it until I come. If they are afraid to face us
+here, they'll never face us at all. Why, look at it. Seven men out in
+the light, as fair a target as a woman might ask for, and they show us
+their heels. Go back and hold the gate, and I and those with me will
+answer for the engine. Time afterwards to hunt the vermin out."
+
+He took my order unwillingly, I could see. A greater devil for a fight
+than that smooth-faced American sailor I shall never meet in all my
+days. Keen as a hound after quarry, he would have hunted out the
+vermin, I do believe, if the path had led down to the mouth of Hades
+itself.
+
+"You will not go alone, captain," cried he, "that's plain madness."
+
+"I take two to my call," said I, "and leave you the rest."
+
+"But what--aren't you afraid, man?"
+
+"Afraid! Of whom?" said I. "Of an old man--but that's too far ahead.
+I'll speak of it when I come up, captain. Perhaps it's only my own
+idea. But it's good enough to go on with."
+
+He had still something to say, and, looking first into the black
+cavern, which we had filled with shot, and then down the stairs towards
+the engine-room, he went on presently:
+
+"You take a big risk and I hope you'll get out of it. How many do you
+expect to find below?
+
+"One," said I, quickly, "and he a friend. It's a strange story,
+captain, and wonderful, too. But it will wait."
+
+I was at the door of the engine-room before he could answer me, and
+pulling back the leather curtain I put my own idea to the proof. Just
+as forty hours ago, so now that gloomy cavern shimmered with the
+crimson light which the giant furnaces cast upon its rocky roof. Now,
+as then, leather-clad figures moved before its molten fires. There were
+the mighty boilers, the pumping engine, the throbbing cylinders, the
+shining cranks; but the man who staggered towards me in the white
+light, the man who uttered a glad cry of recognition, the man who fell
+at last at my feet, imploring me for the love of mercy to bring him
+food and drink, that man was no enemy.
+
+He was Clair-de-Lune, the old Frenchman, and I had but to look at him
+twice to see that he was the neighbour of death.
+
+"Clair-de-Lune, old comrade!" I cried, "you! We owe our lives to
+_you_, then! By thunder, you shame us all!"
+
+He was pale as death; the sweat ran in streams down upon his naked
+breast; his words came like a torrent when he tried to tell me all.
+
+"Three days in prison, and no man come to me," he said, pathetically;
+"then I hear your voice. I say it is Captain Begg. I am glad, monsieur,
+because it is a friend. I break the door of my prison and would come up
+to you; but no, there is no one in the house; all gone. I say that my
+friends die if I do not serve them. There are lads with me; but they
+are honest. Ah, Captain Begg, food and drink, for the love of Christ!"
+
+He fainted in thy arms, and I carried him from the place. Again, in all
+providence, I and those dear to me had been saved by the fidelity of
+one of the oddest of God's creatures.
+
+_The same day. At eight o'clock._
+
+I have begun to believe that the Italian is right, and that Czerny left
+no more than eight men in the lower house. No attack has been made upon
+the Americans we put in charge of the engine, nor is there any news of
+those mutineers who fled from us this morning, save that which comes
+from two of them, very pitiful creatures, broken-down and starving, who
+have surrendered their arms and begged for food. The others, they say,
+will come in presently, when the big man, whom they call Kess Denton,
+will let them. They protest that their comrades are but four, and two
+of them wounded grievously. I no longer feel any anxiety about that
+which is below, and I have told Miss Ruth as much. She has now been two
+hours with Captain Nepeen. Her way of life draws her sympathetically
+towards that brave and gentle man. It must be so. The world has put a
+great gulf between the simple seaman and those whom fortune shelters at
+her heart. A plain sailor has his duty to do; the world would laugh at
+him if he forgot it because the years have taught him to worship a
+woman's step and to seek that goal of life to which her hand may lead
+him.
+
+_An hour later._
+
+We are to go ashore with the dark to see if we can save any of the
+refugees marooned on the island. It is a desperate chance and may cost
+good men's lives. I do not forbid it, for I have lived and suffered on
+Ken's Island myself. If there are living men there now--it may be
+women, too--held in that trance of death from which they must awake to
+madness or never wake again, the commonest instinct of pity says to me,
+"Go." I have consulted Doctor Gray, and he is doubtful of the venture.
+"Mind what you are doing, I beg of you," he says. "Are there not women
+to save in this house?" Miss Ruth overhears him and draws me aside,
+and, putting her hand upon my arm winningly, she lifts her pretty face
+to mine and says, "Jasper, you will save them!"
+
+I am going ashore, and Captain Nepeen goes with me.
+
+_At ten o'clock._
+
+We put off a boat at ten o'clock and rowed straight for the open beach.
+It was a gloriously clear night, with a heaven of blazing stars and a
+sea like flowing silver. The ship's boats made so many black shapes,
+like ocean drift in the pools of light; and Czerny's yacht, speaking of
+that dread Presence, lay as an evil omen in the anchorage to the
+northward. Ken's Island itself was uplifted like some mountain of the
+sea, snowcapped in its dazzling peaks, harbouring its wayward forests
+and lovely glens and fresh meadows which the moon's light frosted. And
+over all was that thin veil of the fog, a steaming blue vapour flecked
+with the richest hues; now drifting in clouds of changing tints, now
+spreading into fantastic creations and phantom cities, pillars of
+translucent yellow flame, banks of darker cloud as though a storm were
+gathering. Sounds of the night came to us from that dismal island; we
+heard the lowing of the kine, the sea-bird's hoot, ever and anon the
+terrible human cry which spoke of a soul in agony. And with these were
+mingled grimmer sounds, like very music of the storm: the echo of
+distant gunshots fired by Czerny's men at the anchored yacht which
+refused them harbourage.
+
+There were four with me in the boat, and Captain Nepeen was one of
+them. I had set Peter Bligh at the tiller, and Seth Barker and an
+American seaman to pull the oars. We spoke rare words, for even a
+whisper would carry across that night-bound sea. There were rifles in
+our hands; good hope at our hearts. Perchance, even yet, we should
+awake some fellow-creature from the nameless sleep in the woods whose
+beauty veiled the living death.
+
+Now, I say that Czerny's men were firing rifle-shots at the anchored
+schooner, and that sound was a true chantey for our ears. What eyes
+would they have for us when their salvation lay aboard the yacht? We
+were nothing to them; the ship was all. And, be sure, we did not go
+unwatched or helpless. Behind us, at the gate we had left, our gun
+showed its barrel like the fang of a slipped hound. Cunning hands were
+there, brave fellows who followed us in their hearts, while we crossed
+the basin swiftly and drew near the terrible shore. If we had seen the
+sun for the last time, then so be it, we said. It is not a seaman's way
+to cry at danger. His word is "must," and in a sure purpose lies his
+salvation.
+
+We made the island at the westward end that we might have a clear sheet
+of water between Czerny's boats and our own; and we so set our course
+that our gun could sweep the intervening seas if any eye detected us.
+The land was low-lying towards the west and marshy; yet, strange to be
+told, the fog lay light upon it. It had been planned between us that
+Captain Nepeen and I should go ashore while the others held the boat.
+We carried revolvers in our hands, but no other arms. The death-fog was
+our true defence; and against that each man wore the respirator that
+Duncan Gray had made for him. Sleep might be our lot, but it would come
+upon us slowly.
+
+"It will be straight for the woods, captain," said I, "and all our
+heart go with us. Your friends, who were put ashore last night, will
+never stray far from the beach, believe me. We'll search the foreshore
+and leave the rest to chance. As for going under, we sha'n't think of
+that. It would never do to begin by being afraid of it."
+
+He answered readily enough that he had never thought of such a thing.
+
+"Where you lead, there I follow, Captain Begg," said he. "I shall not
+be far behind you, rely upon it."
+
+"And me not far from the shore when it's 'bout ship and home again,"
+chimes in Peter Bligh. "God go with you, captain, for you are a brave
+man entirely!"
+
+I laughed at their notion of it, and went a little way up the beach.
+The respirator about my mouth, charged with some chemical substance I
+did not know the use of, permitted me to breathe at first with some
+ease. And what was more extraordinary was this, that while in the woods
+the fog had seemed to suffocate me, here it was exhilarating; bracing a
+man's steps so that he seemed to walk on air; exalting him so that his
+mind was on fire and his head full of the wildest notions. No coward
+that ever lived would have known a moment's fear under the stimulation
+of that clear blue vapour. I bear witness, and there are others to bear
+witness with me, that a whole world of strange figures and wonderful
+places opened up to our eyes when we began to push ashore and to leave
+the sandy beach behind us. And that was but the beginning of it, for
+more fearful things were to follow after.
+
+I will try to describe for you both the place and the scene, that you
+may realize my sensation, and follow me truly in this, my third journey
+to Ken's Island. Imagine, if you can, an undulating stretch of lush
+grass and pasture-land, a glorious meadow flooded with the clear, cold
+light; arched over with a heaven of stars; bordered about by heavy
+woods; dipping to the sea on two sides and extending shimmering sands
+to the breaking swell on the third. Say that a hot blue fog quivers in
+the air above this meadow-land, and is breathed in at every breath you
+take. Conceive a mind so played upon by this vapour that the meadows
+and the woods beyond the meadows are gradually lost to view, and a
+wonder-world quickly takes their place. Do this, and you may follow me
+more surely to a phantom city of majestic temples hewn out of a golden
+rock and lifting upward until they seem to touch the very skies; you
+may peer with me into abysses so profound that no eye can fathom their
+jewelled depths; you may pass up before walls built wholly of gems most
+precious; you may sleep in woods beneath trees silvered over with
+light; search countless valleys rich in unknown flowers. And the city
+is peopled with an unnumbered multitude of moving figures, the sensuous
+figures of young girls all glittering in gold and jewels; the shapes of
+an army of giants in blackest armour; and there are animals that no eye
+has seen before, and beasts more terrible than the brain can conceive.
+
+Say, too, that this deadly vapour of the island so stimulates the
+faculties that earth no longer binds a man nor heaven imprisons him.
+Say that he can rise above the spheres to unknown worlds, can, span the
+seas, and bridge the mountains. Depict him, as it were, throwing off
+his human shape and seeing the abodes of men so far below him, so puny,
+so infinitely small that he begins to realize eternity. Cast him down
+from these visions suddenly and in their place set up black woods and
+the utter darkness of nature impenetrable. Let the exaltation leave
+him, the sights fade utterly, the dismal abyss of the nether world
+close him in. Awake him from these again and let him reel up and
+stagger on and believe that he is sinking down to the eternal sleep.
+Such sensations Ken's Island will give him until at last he shall fall;
+and lying trance-bound for the rain to beat upon his face, or the sun
+to scorch him, or the moon to look down upon his dreams, he shall lie
+and know that the world is there, and that nevermore may he have part
+or lot in it.
+
+I have set down this account of my own experiences on the island that
+you may compare it with the books of others who have since visited this
+wonderful place; but I would not have you think that I, and the brave
+man who stood at my side, forgot that human errand which put us ashore
+in those dismal swamps; or hung back to speak of our own sensations
+while others might need us so sorely. If we passed from delirium to
+sanity, from the height of hysterical imagination to the depths of
+despair and gloom, none the less the faculty of action remained, the
+impulse which cried, "Straight on," and left us willing still to dare
+the worst if thereby a fellow-creature might be saved. Burning as our
+brains were, heavy the limbs, we could still push on across the
+meadows, search with our eyes for those poor people we had come out to
+save. How long this power of action would remain to us, what supreme
+misfortune would end our journey at last, throwing us, it might be, to
+the grass, there to sleep and end it all, we would not so much as
+consider. Good men were perishing on Ken's Island, and every instinct
+said, "You, Jasper Begg, and you, James Nepeen, hold out a hand to
+them."
+
+"Do you see anything, captain?" I asked my companion again and again;
+"we should be near them now. Do you hear any sound?"
+
+He answered me, gasping for his breath:
+
+"Not a whisper."
+
+"Yonder," I would go on, "yonder by the little wood; they landed there.
+Can you get as far, captain?"
+
+"I'll try, by Heaven!" said he, between his teeth.
+
+"They'll not be far from the wood," said I, "that's common sense. Shut
+your eyes to all the things you see and don't think about it. It's an
+awful place, captain. No living man can picture its fellow."
+
+I waited for him to come up to me, and so placed myself that his eyes,
+I hoped, might turn seaward and not up towards the woods where such
+weird sights were to be seen. For this place, the angle of the great
+pasture-land where it met the forest, was occupied by sleeping cattle,
+white, and still, and frigid, so that all the scene, glimmering in the
+moonlight, might have been cut out of some great block of marble; and
+cows and sheep, and trees and hills, all chiselled by the hand of
+Death. That a living thing should be speaking and moving there seemed
+almost an outrage upon the marvellous beauty of that field of sleep.
+The imagination reeled before this all-conquering trance, this glory of
+nature spellbound. It were as though a man must throw himself to the
+earth, do what he would, and surrender to the spell of it. And that,
+perchance, we had done, and the end had been there and then, but for a
+woman's cry, rising so dolefully in the woods that every impulse was
+awakened by it and all our resolutions retaken.
+
+"Did you hear that?" I cried to him, wildly; "a woman's voice, and near
+by, too! You'll not turn back now, Captain Nepeen!"
+
+"Not for a fortune!" said he, bravely; "it would be Gertrude Dolling,
+the purser's sister; we cannot leave her!"
+
+The desire was like a draught of wine to him. He had been near falling,
+I make sure, but now, steadying himself for an instant upon my arm, he
+set off running at all his speed, and I at his heels, we crossed the
+intervening grass and were in the wood. There we found the purser's
+sister, stumbling blindly to and fro, like a woman robbed of sight,
+while children were clinging to her dress and crying pitifully because
+she did not heed them.
+
+It was an odd scene, and many must come and go before I forget it. Dark
+as the wood might be by day, the moonlight seemed to fill every glade
+of it, showing us the gnarled trunks and the flowering bushes, the
+silent pools and the grassy dells. And in the midst of this sylvan
+rest, remote from men, a lonely thicket of the great Pacific Ocean, was
+this figure of civilization, a young girl decked out in white, with a
+pretty hat that Paris might have sent her, and little children, in
+their sailors' clothes, clinging trustingly, as children will in
+confidence to a woman's protecting hand. No surprise was it to me then,
+nor is it a surprise now, that the girl neither saw nor heard us. The
+trance had gripped her surely; the first delirium of exaltation had
+robbed her of sight and sense and even knowledge of the children. That
+doleful wailing song of hers was the first chant of madness. Her steps
+were undirected, now carrying her to the wood's heart, now away from it
+a little way towards the sea's beach. My order, twice given, that she
+should stand and wait for us was never answered; I do not even think
+that she felt my hand upon her shoulder. But she fell at last, limp and
+shuddering, into my arms, and I picked her up and turned towards the
+sea.
+
+"The children to you, and straight ahead," said I to the captain; "run
+for your life, and for the lives of these little ones. It will be
+something to save them, captain."
+
+He answered me with a word that was almost a groan; but stooped to his
+task, nevertheless. He knew that it was a race for their lives and
+ours.
+
+I had the burden in my arms, I say, and no feather's weight was less to
+me in the hope of my salvation and of those we strove for. The way lay
+straight down, through a ravine of the low cliffs to the beach we had
+left and the good boat awaiting us there. Nothing, it seemed, but a
+craven will could stand henceforth between us and God's fresh air that
+night. And yet how wrong that reckoning was! There were a dozen of
+Czerny's men halloaing wildly on the cliff-side when we came out of the
+wood; and almost before we had marked them, they were after us headlong
+like devils mad in wine.
+
+Now these men, as we learned afterwards, driven by hunger and thirst to
+the point of raving, had come ashore that very evening; it may be to
+rifle the stores on the island; it may be in that spirit of sheer
+madness which sometimes drives a seaman on. Twenty in all when they
+landed, there were eight asleep already when we encountered them; and
+lying on the cliff's side, some with arms and heads overhanging, some
+shuddering in the fearful sleep, one at least bolt upright against the
+rock with his arms outstretched as though he were crucified, they
+dotted that dell like figures upon a battle-field. The rest of them, a
+sturdy twelve, fired by the dancing madness, brandishing their knives,
+uttering the most awful imprecations, ran on the cliff's head above us,
+and seemed to be making straight for the cove where our boat lay. And
+that is why we said that the race was for life or death.
+
+There are moments in his life when a man must decide "aye" or "nay"
+without checking his step to do so. As things stood, the outlook could
+not have been blacker while we ran through the ravine to the water's
+edge. Behind, in the wood, lay the dancing death; before us these
+madmen with their gleaming knives, their unearthly yells, their reeling
+gait and fearful gesticulations. We had to choose between them, the
+sleep in the lonely glen, or the race downward to the shore; and we
+chose the latter, believing, I think, that the end must be the same,
+turn where we would.
+
+"Keep your course, keep your course!" I cried to the captain as we ran
+on. "Hold to it, for your life--it's our only chance!"
+
+He set one of the children on the sand, and, bidding the little one run
+on ahead, he drew his revolver and stood shoulder to shoulder with me.
+
+"A straight barrel and mark your men," cried he, very quietly; "it's a
+cool head that wins this game. We have ten shots and the butts will do
+for two. You will make that twelve if you add it up, captain."
+
+His coolness surprised me, but it was not to be wondered at. Never from
+the first had I heard this man utter one word which complained of our
+situation or of its difficulty. To Captain James Nepeen a tight corner
+was a pleasure-ground; and now with these yelling devils all round him,
+and the vapour steaming in the woods behind, and the sea shimmering
+like a haven that would beckon us to salvation, he could yet wear that
+cynical smile of his, and go with lighter step, and bear himself like
+the true seaman that he was. Of all that I have ever sailed with I
+would name him first as a true comrade in peril or adversity. To his
+skill I owed my life that night.
+
+"One," said he, suddenly, when a great head showed itself on the cliff
+above us and was instantly drawn back. So quick had he been, so wild
+did the aim appear, that when a body rolled presently down the grassy
+bank and lay stark before us I could not believe that a bullet had done
+its work.
+
+"One," cried he again, triumphantly--"and one from twelve leaves
+eleven. Ha, that's your bird, captain, and a big one!"
+
+
+[Illustration: Another man fell with a loud cry.]
+
+
+I had pulled my trigger, prompted by his example, and another man from
+the cliff above lifted his arms and fell with a loud cry. And this was
+the astonishing thing, that though we two were caged in a ravine like
+rats in a trap, and had shot two of the devils stone-dead, no answering
+shot was fired from above, no rifle levelled at us.
+
+"No arms," cries the captain, presently; "and most of them half drunk.
+We're going through this, Mister Begg, right through, I assure you!"
+
+Well, I began to believe it; nevertheless, there were men on the shore
+before us, halloaing madmen, with clasp-knives in their hands and
+murder in their faces. Clear in the moonlight you could see them; the
+still air sent up their horrid imprecations. Those men we must pass, I
+said, if we would reach the boat. And we passed them. It seems a
+miracle even when I write of it.
+
+Now, we had halted at the foot of the ravine and were just prepared to
+go headlong for the six, believing, it may be, that one at least of us
+must fall, when they fired a shot, not from the gun at the watch-tower
+gate, but from Czerny's own yacht away in the offing; and coming plump
+down upon the sand, not a cable's length from our own boat, a shell
+burst with a thunderous explosion, and scattering in fragments of
+steel, it scared the mutineers as no rifle could have done. Roaring out
+like stricken bulls, cursing their master in all tongues, they began to
+storm the cliff-side nimbly and to run for the shelter of the woods;
+but some fell and rolled backward to the sand, some turned on their own
+knives and lay dead at the gully's foot; while those who gained the
+summit stood all together, and wailing their doleful song they yelled
+defiance at Czerny's ship.
+
+But we--we made the boat; and falling half-dead in it, we thrust it
+from the beach and heard our comrades' voices again.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+THE END OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+_The same night. Off Ken's Island. Half-past twelve o'clock._
+
+We have not returned to the watch-tower rock, nor can we bring
+ourselves to that while there is any hope left to us of helping those
+whom Czerny marooned on the dangerous shore. Our gig drifts lazily in a
+pool of the whitest moonlight. We can still make out the ship's boats
+lying about Czerny's yacht, and the angry crews which man them. From
+the beach itself rises up the mutineers' wail of agony, like a wild
+beast's cry, at one time loud and ferocious, then dying away in a
+long-drawn cry, which haunts the ear. Ever and anon, as the mood takes
+them, the gunners on Czerny's yacht let fly at us with their erring
+shells; but they smite the air or hurt the water, or drop the bounding
+fire on the shimmering spread of sand beyond us. Perhaps it is that
+this employment occupies the minds of the longboats' crews and keeps
+them from reckoning with the master who has befooled them. They, at
+least, are at the crisis of their peril. Afloat there on a gentle swell
+they must know that any hour may bring a changing wind and a breaking
+sea, and a shore rockbound and unattainable. They are playing with
+chance, and chance will turn upon them presently. Let them make for the
+island where the laughing woods say "Come!" and the heralds of sleep
+will touch them upon the foreheads, and raving, dreaming, they will
+fall at last, just victims of the island visions. Say that their brute
+intelligences do not yet understand this; but hunger and thirst will
+teach them ere the dawn, and then reckoning must come!
+
+All this I foresaw as we let the boat drift by the sandy bays, and
+spake, one to another, of to-morrow and that which it must bring.
+Whatever our own misfortune might be, that of Czerny's men was worse a
+hundredfold. For the moment it amused them to see the shells plunging
+and hissing in the sea about us; for the moment the desire to be quit
+of us made them forget how it stood with them and what must come after.
+But the reckoning would be sure. Let a capful of wind come scudding
+across that glassy sea, and all the riches in the world would not buy
+Edmond Czerny's life of these sea-wolves who sought it.
+
+"They'll stand by until they know the worst, and then nothing will hold
+them," I said to my comrades. "If they think they can get aboard the
+yacht, they'll do so and make for some safe port. If not, they'll try
+to rush the house. Assume that they are driven hard enough and no gun
+will keep them off. Let ten or twenty go down, the rest will come in. I
+am thinking that we should get back to the house, lads, and not leave
+it to younger heads. We've done what we could here, and it's plainly
+useless to go on with it!"
+
+They were all with me in this, none more so than Captain Nepeen, who,
+up to this time, had been for the shore and the friends who might be
+found there.
+
+"At least we have made every prudent effort; and there are others to
+think of," said he. "If they had a gunner worth a groat, we should not
+be where we are, captain. You must allow something to chance and a
+lucky shot. They may get home even yet. I will not ask you what that
+would mean, for you are a seaman and you know."
+
+His words, I think, recalled us to the danger. No hope of rescue
+rewarded our eyes when we scanned the black woods and the lonely
+fore-shore of the forbidden land. Dark and terrible in the moonlight,
+like some mighty beacon of evil rising up above that sleeping sea, it
+seemed to say to us, "Go, turn back; remember those who count upon
+you." And we pulled from it reluctantly out into the broad sea, and
+breathed a full breath as we left its vapours and its fetid shores.
+
+Three shots were fired at us while we crossed the open channel, and one
+fell so close that we could see the cleavage of the water and feel the
+silver spray upon our heated faces. This quickened our oars, you may be
+sure, and set our course true and straight for the house, whose iron
+gate stood up like a fortress of the deep and opened its rocky shelter
+to us. Clair-de-Lune was there, too, halted and motionless by the sea's
+brink; Dolly Venn stood at his side; and once I thought that I saw Miss
+Ruth herself peering across the lapping wavelets and watching us with a
+woman's anxious eyes.
+
+Nor did we go unobserved by those who had so much to gain if mischance
+should befall us in that last endeavour. Like pirates' junks, slipping
+from a sheltered creek, the devils in the longboats espied us in the
+moonlight and began to row towards us and to hail us with those wild
+shouts which yesterday we had heard even in the House Under the Sea.
+Yet, I witness, they did not affright us. We knew that sure eyes
+watched them from the reef; no lads' playing at the length of a
+watchdog's chain, kept more surely from the dog's teeth than those
+night-birds from the gun's range. Shots they fired--wild, reckless
+shots, skimming the water, peppering the sky, whistling in the clear
+air above us. But the boats drew no nearer, and it seemed that we must
+touch our haven unharmed, when the American seaman, stretching out his
+arms in a gesture fearful to think of, and ceasing to row with horrid
+suddenness, fell backward without any word and lay, a dying man, before
+us.
+
+They had shot him through the heart; and he was the second who fell for
+Ruth Bellenden's sake.
+
+_Sunday morning. Five o'clock._
+
+I have known little sleep for the last thirty hours, nor can I sleep at
+the crisis of our misfortunes. It is a still grey morning, with heavy
+cloud in the East, and lapping rhythmical waves beating upon the
+windows of the house as though anon a gale must blow and all this
+torrid silence be swept away.
+
+I cannot conceal it from myself what a gale would mean to us; how it
+must scatter the open boats, drifting there at the mercy of a Pacific
+sea; how, perchance, it might even lift the fog from Ken's Island and
+show us sunny fields and sylvan woods, a harbourage of delight to which
+all might flock with leaping hearts. And yet, says reason, if it so
+befall that you yourselves may go ashore to yonder island, what logic
+shall keep Czerny's men from the same good anchorage? They are as
+twenty to one against you. If there are houses there, and stores for
+the sun-time, who will shut them to this horde of desperadoes? Aye, the
+head reels to think of it; the hours pass slowly; to-morrow we shall
+know.
+
+Now, I have thought of all this, and yet there are other things in my
+mind, and they jostle one with the other, the sweet and the bitter, the
+good and the bad, until it seems to me that I no longer get at the
+heart of it, but am as a man drifting without a chart, set free on some
+unknown sea whose very channels I may not fathom. Three hours ago when
+I came ashore and lifted the dead man out, and sent the sleeping girl
+to shelter, Ruth Bellenden's hand was the first to touch my own, her
+word the first my ear would catch. So clear it was, such music to a man
+to hear that girlish voice asking of his welfare as a thing most dear
+to her, that all the night vanished at the words, and Ken's Island was
+lost to my sight, and only the memory of the olden time and of my
+life's great hope remained to me.
+
+"Jasper!" she said, "it was not you--oh, Jasper, it was not you, then!"
+
+I stepped from the boat, and, taking her hand in mine, I drew her a
+little nearer to me; then, fearful of myself, I let go her hand again
+and told her the simple truth.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "it is yon poor fellow. I will not say 'Thank
+God!' for what right have I to serve you before him? He did his duty;
+help me to do mine."
+
+She turned away and gazed out over the sea to the yacht still
+thundering its cannon and ploughing with its wasted shot the
+unoffending sea. Deep thoughts were in her mind, I make sure, a torture
+of doubt, and hope, and trepidation. And I--I watched her as though all
+my will was in her keeping, and there, on the lonely rock, was the
+heart of the world I would have lived and died in.
+
+"You cannot forbid me to be glad, Jasper," she said, presently; "you
+have given me the right. I saw you on the shore. Oh! my heart went with
+you, and I think that I counted the minutes, and I said, 'He will never
+come; he is sleeping.' And then I said, 'It is Jasper's voice.' I saw
+you stand up in the boat and afterwards there were the shadows. Jasper,
+there cannot be shadows always; the sun must shine sometimes."
+
+She held my hand again and touched it with her cheek. I think that I
+forgot all the place about, the sea and the men, the distant shore and
+the island's shape, the still night and the dawn to come; and knowing
+nothing save that Ruth, little Ruth, was by my side, I went into
+dreamland and said, "It shall be forever."
+
+_Monday. At six o'clock._
+
+I cannot sleep and I have come to keep watch on the rock. Old
+Clair-de-Lune is with me, but silence is in the house below, where some
+sleep and some are seeking sleep. Of all who can discuss our future
+bravely, none speaks better sense than this simple old man; and if he
+rebukes my own confidence he rebukes it justly. I ask him when the
+sleep-time will pass and the sun-time come. He shakes his head, he will
+not prophesy.
+
+"God forbid that it should pass," says he. "They will go ashore to the
+island, and we--we perish," says he. "Pray that it shall not be,
+captain. We have food for three week--month; but what come after? You
+pick up by ship, you say. But not so. When your ship come here the
+devils set trap, and all is wreck and burn and steal! They take your
+ship and you perish, you starve. Ah, monsieur, pray that the sun-time
+do not come."
+
+I lay back upon the rock and thought of it. This old man, surety, was
+right. Let the fog drift from Ken's Island, the woods awake, life stir
+again, and how stood we--where was our benefit?
+
+"It is a fearful position," said I, "and Heaven alone knows what the
+end of it will be. That something has happened to Mister Jacob and my
+ship I can no longer doubt, Clair-de-Lune. The Southern Cross is on the
+rocks, be sure of it, and good men with her. Take it that they are
+picked up and set on the American coast. What then? Who finds the money
+for another steamer? It is not to be thought of: we must dismiss it
+from our minds. You say that we have food for three weeks, and the
+condensers down below will give us water. But it won't be three weeks
+before we are in or out of it, my friend. If we are starving, others
+are starving--those out yonder by Czerny's yacht. He'll give them food
+to-day; but how long will they drift like cattle for the rain to beat
+on? Your sense will tell you that they won't drift long, but will be
+asking questions and wanting their answers. Aye, Clair-de-Lune, we'll
+listen with all our ears when that begins!"
+
+He had a glass with him and he began to scan the yacht very closely and
+the ship's boats about it. I had not noticed that there was an unusual
+stir in the anchorage, but he remarked it now and drew his own
+conclusions.
+
+"They give rogue man arms and cutlass, captain; he go overboard too. I
+see them pass from boat to boat. Ah, there he is, the bread and the
+biscuit. They get breakfast and then come here, captain. What else you
+look for? They not lie there all the days. They too much devil for
+that. We few and little; they big and strong. Why shall they not take
+the house? Some die, but other mans remain. Czerny he say to them,
+'Great much price if you kill the English captain.' He know that all
+his money is locked up down here. Why shall he not come, captain?"
+
+I could not tell him why. My own glasses showed me the things he made
+mention of and others beside. Arms, I saw, were being passed down from
+the yacht to the small boats clustered about it. There was no sunlight
+to glisten upon the bright barrels of the rifles, but I could
+distinguish them nevertheless; and cutlasses were handed from boat to
+boat--a good fifty of them I counted, and there were more to come. What
+the meaning of it was a child might have told you. Truce prevailed
+between master and man in their common desire of possession. The last
+great attack was to be made upon us--the rock to be rushed. Even a
+woman would have divined as much.
+
+"Clair-de-Lune," said I, "the end is coming at last; and it won't be
+very long. We're dealing with a remarkable man, and it is not to be
+supposed that he'll sail away and leave us here without one good blow
+for it. Aye, it's a great mind altogether, and there's the plain truth.
+Who else but the cleverest would have thought of this place, and come
+here like a human vulture to feed upon ships and men? There have been
+many Edmond Czernys in the world; but this man I name chief among them,
+and others will name him also. We set ourselves against a hand in a
+million; stiff backs we need to wrestle with that; but we'll do it, old
+comrade, we'll see it through yet!"
+
+It was a wild boast, yet, God knows, a well meant one. Perhaps, if he
+had pushed me to the confession, I would have told him that I was far
+from believing my own prophecies, and that, in truth, I realized, as he
+did, the perilous hazard of our position and all that defeat might mean
+to us. Just as he knew, so did I know that before the night came down
+dead men might lie on the rocks about me and be engulfed in that sea
+which beat so gently upon the lonely shore; that living men from the
+boats yonder would swarm in the galleries below, and women's cries be
+heard, and something follow which even I dare not contemplate. The
+dreadful truth, perhaps, kept our tongues away from it; we talked of
+other things, of Czerny and his house, and of what we would do if the
+best should befall.
+
+"He wonderful man," old Clair-de-Lune went on, standing, like some old
+Neptune of the sea, bolt upright on the pinnacle of rock; "wonderful
+man, and none like him! Thirteen year ago he first find this place, and
+thirteen year he wreck the ships. I know, for there was a day when he
+tell me much and I listen. He say, 'Make great fortune and no trouble
+to earn him. If sailor man drown, more fool he.' All the years back,
+hundreds of years, ships perish on Ken's Island. Czerny he hear the
+story in Japan, and he come to see the place for himself. They say he
+once sleep through the fog and mad afterwards. He no longer have right
+or wrong or care about the world. He come to Ken's Island and grow
+rich. Then his engineers find this rock. Once, long time ago, it have
+been part of the island, captain. The--what you say?--volocano, he
+shoot fire into the sea; but that was before the peoples. Czerny, he go
+down into the rock and he discover great cavern and little cavern, and
+he say, 'I live here in the sleep-time.' Plenty of money make fine
+house. He shut out the sea wherever he would come in; he build great
+windows in the rock; his _mécanicien_, he put up engine and draw air
+from the skies. Long year Czerny live here alone. Then one day come
+madame--ah, captain, I was sorry when I saw madame come! 'She will
+suffer here,' I said; she have suffered much already. Czerny is not as
+other men. If madame say to him, 'You good man; you and I live here
+always,' then she have everything, she go where she will, she become
+the master. But I say when I see her, 'No, never she will not say that.
+She good woman.' And then I fear for her, captain; I fear greatly. I
+did not know she have the English friend who will save her."
+
+He turned to me wistfully, and I read in his eyes of that deep
+affection which little Ruth Bellenden has never failed to win from all
+who know and learn to love her.
+
+_Monday. At three o'clock._
+
+We held a council of war in the great hall at this hour, and came upon
+a plan to meet the supreme attack which must be made upon us tonight.
+We are all of one mind, that Czerny will seek to rush the house under
+cover of the darkness, and in this the sunless day must help him. We
+cannot look for any moon or brightness of the stars which shall aid our
+eyes when the sun has set. It will be a dark night, cloudy and,
+perhaps, tempestuous. If the storm should break and nature be our ally,
+then the worst is done with already and the end is sure. But we have no
+right to hope for that. We must face the situation like thinking men,
+prepared for any eventuality.
+
+Now, I had slept a little at the height of the day, and the first news
+that they brought to me when I waked was of the surrender of the two
+that remained in the caverns below, and of the fidelity of the other
+four of Czerny's men who already had joined us. So far as I can make
+out there may be but one living man in the lower story of the house,
+and for him and his goodwill we care nothing.
+
+The rest of the crowd we fought, seeing, perhaps, that fortune goes
+with us so far, will themselves stand on fortune's side and serve us
+faithfully. That much, at least, I put to my fellows as we sat round
+the table in the hall and made those plans which reason dictated.
+
+"They'll serve," said I, "as long as we are on the winning side. We'll
+put them in the engine room, where they'll keep the fires going for
+their own sakes. If they so much as look false, then shoot them down.
+It is in my mind, Captain Nepeen," said I, "that we'll have need of
+such a man as you, and three good fellows with you, at the lesser gate.
+You should find cover on the rocks while we hold the near sea for you.
+If Czerny gets a foothold there and beats that door in, I need not tell
+you how it will go with us. For the rest, I leave two men at the
+stairs-head and two in this hall to be at Miss Ruth's call. Peter Bligh
+and Dolly Venn go up with me to work the gun. If they rush it--well,
+twenty there won't keep them back with rifles. But I count upon the
+coward's part, and I say that a man will think twice about dying for
+such as Czerny and his ambitions. Let that be in all your minds, and
+remember--for God's sake remember--what you are fighting for."
+
+"For women's honour and good men's lives," said Captain Nepeen,
+quietly. "Yes; that's the stake, gentlemen. I don't think we need say
+any more to nerve our arms and clear our eyes. We fight for all that is
+most dear to honest men. If we fail, let us at least fail like true
+seamen who answer 'Here' when duty has called."
+
+_At six o'clock._
+
+We all dined together at this time in the large dining-room near by
+Miss Ruth's boudoir. An odder contrast than that between this fine room
+below and the still, desolate sea above, no mind could imagine. For, on
+the one hand, were the insignia of civilization--luxury, display, the
+splendid apartment, the well-dressed women, the table decked out with
+fine linen and silver, the windows showing the sea-depths and all their
+wondrous quivering life; on the other hand, the black shapes of night
+and death, the menace of the boats, the anchored yacht, the darkening
+skies, the looming island. We sat down fourteen souls, that might have
+met in some great country house, and there have gathered in friendship
+and frivolity. Never in all my life had I seen Miss Ruth so full of
+vivacity or girlish charm. Her laughter was like the music of bells;
+the jest, the kindly word was for every man; and yet sometimes I, at
+her side, could look deep into those grey-blue eyes to read a truer
+story there. And in the babble of the talk she would whisper some
+treasured word to me, or touch my hand with her own, or say, "Jasper,
+it must be well, it must be well with us!" Of that which lay above in
+the darkening East, no man spoke or appeared to think. There was ruby
+wine in our glasses; the little French girls capered about us like
+nymphs from the sea; we spoke of the old time, of sunny days in the
+blue Mediterranean, of wilder days off the English shores, of our homes
+so distant and our hopes so high; but never once of the night or that
+which must befall.
+
+_Monday. At eleven o'clock._
+
+We have now been at our stations for two hours and nothing has
+transpired. I have Clair-de-Lune with me at the great sea-gate, and
+Dolly Venn and Seth Barker are at the gun. The night is so dark that
+the best trained eye can distinguish little either on sea or land.
+Ken's Island itself is now but a blur of black on a cloud-veiled
+horizon. We have shut off every light in the house itself; the reef
+runs no longer beneath the sea like a vein of golden light, nor do the
+windows cast aureoles upon the sleeping water. What breeze there is
+comes in hot gusts like breath from heated waters. We cannot see
+Czerny's yacht nor espy any of his boats near or afar; but we crouch
+together in the shelter of the rocks, and there is water near to our
+hand, and food if we seek it, and the ammunition piled, and the barrels
+of the rifles outstanding, and the figures with their unspoken
+thoughts, their hopes, their fears of the dreadful dawn that must be.
+Whence out of the night shall the danger come? Shall it come leaping
+and brandishing knives, a veiled army springing up from the shadows, or
+shall it come by stealth, boat by boat, now upon this quarter, now upon
+that, outposts seeking to flank us, deadly shots fired we know not
+where? I cannot tell you. The comrades at my side ask again and again,
+"Do you see anything, captain?" I answer, "Nothing!" It is the truth.
+
+_Monday. At midnight._
+
+We are still upon the rock and the shadows engulf us. The lad at my
+side, sick with waiting, has curled himself up upon a bed of stone and
+is half asleep; Seth Barker leans against a crag like some figure hewn
+out of granite; old Clair-de-Lune is all hunched up as a bundle.
+Nevertheless, masterly eyes scan the lapping waters. Will the night
+never speak to us? Will the day bring waiting? Ah, no! not that! A shot
+rings out clear on the still night air; a flash of fire leaps across
+the sea. We spring to our feet; we cry, "Ready!" The sixty hours are
+over and the end is near!
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+THE SECOND ATTACK ON CZERNY'S HOUSE
+
+The shot was fired and answered at the lower gate. We had looked for
+that; for that we had been waiting during the watching hours. They
+would attack the lesser reef, we said, and our own good men, standing
+sentinels, would flash the news of it to us, and the gun would do the
+rest. Dark as it was, the blackest hour the island had given us,
+nevertheless by daylight we had trained our barrels upon the reef, and
+now took aim in all confidence. Twice we whistled shrilly to warn our
+men; twice we heard their answering voices. Then the gun belched forth
+its hail of shot and the challenge was thrown down.
+
+"Give it to them, Dolly!" I cried, my brain afire at the call of
+action; "for every honest seaman's sake, give it to them, lad! We'll
+tell of this to-morrow--aye, Dolly, we'll tell a great story yet!"
+
+He answered me with a boy's glad cry; I do believe it was like a game
+to him.
+
+"Pass here, pass here!" he kept crying; "we have them every time! In
+with the shot, Seth--in with it! Don't keep them waiting! Oh, captain,
+what a night!"
+
+The others said nothing; even Peter Bligh's tongue was still in that
+surpassing moment. The doubt of it defied words. We knew nothing, nor
+could we do aught but leave our fortune to the darkness of the night.
+The rogues who fell, the rogues who stood, the boats that came on, the
+boats that withdrew, of these we were ignorant. All was hidden from our
+eyes; the veil of the night cloaked from us the work we had done. If
+men cried in agony, if groans mocked angry boasts, if we heard the
+splashing of the oars, the hoarse command, the vile blasphemy, the rest
+was in imagination's keeping. The outposts of Czerny's crew, we said,
+had tried to rush the gate where our own men watched; but our own were
+behind the steel doors now and the gun's hail swept the barren rock.
+The dawn would show us the harvest we had reaped.
+
+Now, the volleys rolled their thunder right away to the hills of Ken's
+Island, and the whistling of the bullets was like the singing of unseen
+birds above our heads; there were oases of red flame in the waste of
+blackness; we heard oaths and cries, commands roared hoarsely across
+the water, voices triumphant and voices that were stilled; and then
+came the first great silence. Whatever had befallen on the rock, those
+who sought to force the lesser gate were, for the moment, driven back.
+Even little Dolly, mad at the gun like one whom no reason could
+restrain, heard me at last and obeyed my command.
+
+"Cease firing, lad!" roared I, "cease firing! Would you shoot the sea?
+Yonder's the captain's whistle. It means that the danger's nearer. Aye,
+stand by, lads," I said, "and look out for it."
+
+We swung the gun round so that it faced the basin before us, and,
+rifles ready, we peered again in the lowering darkness. About me now I
+could hear the deep breathing of my comrades and see their crouching
+figures and say that every nerve was tautened, every faculty awakened.
+Shielded by the night, those hidden boats were creeping up to us foot
+by foot. Whatever had been done at the lesser gate had been done as a
+ruse, I did not doubt. Czerny's goal was the greater door we held so
+desperately, his desire the full possession, the mastery of the house
+wherein lay life and treasure and lasting security.
+
+I counted twenty, no man speaking, and then I raised my voice. Dimly,
+in the shadows, I made out the shape of a longboat drifting to the
+brink; and to Dolly I said:
+
+"Let go--in God's name, let go, lad!"
+
+He stood to the gun with a cry of defiance and blazed into the
+darkness. The drifting boat lurched and sagged and turned her beam to
+the seas. I could distinguish the faces of men, ferocious and
+threatening, as they peered upward to the rock; I saw other boats
+looming over the dark water; I heard the ringing command, "In at them!
+To hell with them!" and then, I think, for many minutes together I
+fired wildly at the figures before me, swung round now to this side,
+now to that; was unconscious of the bullets splintering the rock or of
+the lead shower pouring on us. The battle raged; we were at the heart
+of it. What should a man remember then but those who counted upon him?
+
+Now, you have imagined this picture, and you seem to stand with me upon
+that split of rock, that defiant crag in the great Pacific Ocean, with
+the darkness of heaven above and the darkness of the sea below, with
+the belching guns and the spitting rifles, the yells of agony and the
+crouching figures, the hearts beating high and the sweating faces; and
+just as the outcome was hidden from me and I knew not from minute to
+minute whether it were life or death to us, so will you share the
+meaning of that suspense and all the terror of it. From every side now
+the rain of shot was poured in upon us, the unceasing torrent came;
+above, below, ringing upon the iron shield, scattering deadly
+fragments, ploughing the waters, it fell like a wave impotent, a broken
+sea whose spindrift even could not harm us. For a good ring of steel
+fenced us about; we held the turret, and we laughed at the madness
+below.
+
+"Round with the gun!" I would cry, again and again; "round with her,
+Dolly. Let them have it everywhere. No favours this night, my lad; full
+measure and overflowing--let them have it, for Miss Ruth's sake!"
+
+His joyous "Aye, aye, sir!" was a thing to hear. No sailor of the old
+time, black with powder, mad on a slippery deck, fought, I swear, as we
+four in that shelter of the turret. Clear as in the sun's day were the
+waves about us while the crimson flame leaped out. Crouched all
+together, the sweat upon our foreheads, smoke in our eyes, the wild
+delight of it quickening us, we blazed at the enemy unseen; we said
+that right was with us.
+
+There were, as far as I could make out, six boats set to the attack
+upon the great gate, and seventy or eighty men manning them. Acting
+together on such a plan as a master-mind had laid down for them, they
+tried to rush the rock from four points of the compass, trusting, it
+may be, that one boat, at least, would land its crew upon the plateau.
+And in this they were successful. Pour shot upon them as we might,
+search every quarter with the flying shells, nevertheless one boat
+touched the rock in spite of us, one crew leaped up in frenzy towards
+the turret. So sudden it was, so unlooked for, that great demoniacal
+figures seemed upon us even while we said that the seas were clear.
+Whirling their knives, yelling one to the other, some slipping on the
+slimy weed, others, more sure in foothold, making for the turret's
+height, the mutineers fell upon us like a hurricane and so beat us down
+that my heart sank away from me, and I said that the house was lost and
+little Ruth Bellenden their prey at last.
+
+"Stand by the gun--by the gun to the last, if you love your life!" I
+cried to Dolly Venn. "Do you, Peter, old comrade, follow me; I am going
+to clear the rock. You will help me to do that, Peter?"
+
+"Help you, captain! Aye," roared he, "if it was the ould divil himself
+in a travelling caravan, I'd help you!"
+
+He swung his rifle by the barrel as he spoke the words and, bringing it
+down crash, he cleaved the skull of a great ruffian whose face was
+already glowering down from the turret's rim. Nothing, I swear, in all
+that night was more wonderful than the _sang-froid_ of this great
+Irishman (as he would call himself in fighting moods) or the merry
+words which he could find for us even then in the very crisis of it,
+when hope seemed gone and the worst upon us. For Peter knew well what I
+was about when I leapt from the turret and charged down upon the
+mutineers. A dozen men, perchance, had gained foothold on the rock. We
+must drive them back, he said, stand face to face with them, let the
+odds be what they might.
+
+"God strengthen my arm this hour and show me the bald places!" cries
+he, leaping to the ground and whirling his musket like a demon. Seth
+Barker, do not doubt, was on his heels--trust the carpenter to be where
+danger was! I could hear him grunting even above that awful din. He
+fought like ten, and wherever he swung his musket there he left death
+behind him.
+
+So follow us as we leap from the turret, and hurl ourselves upon that
+astonished crew. Black as the place was, tremulous the light,
+nevertheless the cabined space, the open plateau, was our salvation. I
+saw figures before me; faces seemed to look into my own; and as a
+battle-axe of old time, so my rifle's butt would fall upon them. Heaven
+knows I had the strength of three and I used it with three's agility,
+now shooting them down, now hitting wildly, thrust here, thrust there,
+bullets singing about my ears, haunting cries everywhere. Aye, how they
+went under! What music it was, those crashing blows upon head and
+breast, the loud report, the gurgling death-rattle, the body thrown
+into the sea, the pitiful screams for mercy! And yet the greater
+wonder, perhaps, that we lived to tell of it. Twelve against three; yet
+a craven twelve, remember, who feared to die and yet must fight to
+live! And to nerve our arms a woman's honour, and to guide us aright,
+the watchword: "Home!"
+
+I fought my way to the water's edge, and then turned round to see what
+the others were doing. There were two upon Peter Bligh at that moment,
+but one fell headlong as I took a step towards them; and the other's
+driving-knife fell on empty air, and the man himself, struck full
+between the eyes, rolled dead into the lapping sea.
+
+"Well done, Peter, well done!" I cried, wildly; and then, as though it
+were an answer to my boasts, something fell upon my shoulder like a
+great weight dropped from above, and I went down headlong upon the
+rock. Turning as I fell, I clutched a human throat, and, closing my
+fingers upon it, he and I, the man out of the darkness and the fool who
+had forgotten his eyes, went reeling over and over like wild beasts
+that seek a hold and would tear and bite when the moment comes. Aye,
+how I held him, how near his eyes seemed to mine, what gasping sounds
+he uttered, how his feet fought for foothold on the rock, how his hand
+felt for the knife at his girdle! And I had him always, had him surely;
+and seeking to force himself upward, the slippery rock gave him no
+foothold, and he slipped at last from my very fingers, and some great
+fish, hidden from me, drew him down to the water and I saw the waves
+close above his mouth. Henceforth there were but three men left at the
+gate of Czerny's house. They were three who, even at that time, could
+thank God because the peril was turned.
+
+* * *
+
+We beat the twelve off, as I have told you, and for an hour at least no
+fresh attack was made on the rock. The sharpest eye now could not
+detect boats in the darkness; the sharpest ear could not distinguish
+the muffled splash of oars. We lay all together in the turret, and very
+methodically, as seamen will, we stanched our wounds and asked, "What
+next?" That we had some hurt of such an affray goes without saying. My
+own shoulder was bruised and aching; the blood still trickled down
+Peter Bligh's honest face from the knife-wound that had gashed his
+forehead; Seth Barker pressed his hand to a jagged side and said that
+it was nothing. But for these scratches we cared little, and when our
+comrades hailed us from the lesser gate, their "All's well!" made us
+glad men indeed. In spite of it all, one of us, at least, I witness,
+could tell himself, "It is possible--by Heaven, it is possible--that we
+shall see the day!" That we had beaten off the first attack was not to
+be doubted. Wherever the mutineers had gone to, they no longer rowed in
+the loom of the gate. And yet I knew that the time must be short; day
+would not serve them nor the morning light. The dark must decide it.
+
+"They will come again, Peter, and it will be before the dawn," said I,
+when one thing and another had been mentioned and no word of their
+misfortune. "It's beyond expectation to suppose anything else. If this
+house is to be taken, they must take it in the dark. And more than
+that, lads," said I, "it was a foolish thing for us to go among
+them as we did and to fight it out down yonder. We are safer in the
+turret--safer, by a long way!"
+
+"I thought so all the time, sir," answered Dolly Venn, wisely. "They
+can never get below if you cover the door; and I can keep the sea. It's
+lucky Czerny loopholed this place, anyway. If ever I meet him I shall
+quote poetry: 'He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel.' It would
+about make him mad, captain!"
+
+"Aye," says Peter Bligh, "poetry is well enough, as my poor old father
+used to say; but poetry never reefed a to'gallon sail in a hurricane
+and isn't going to begin this night. It's thick heads you need, lad,
+and good, sound sense inside of 'em! As for what the captain says, I do
+hold it, truly. But, Lord! I'm like a boy at a fair when the crowns are
+cracking, and angels themselves wouldn't keep me back!"
+
+"You'd affright them, Mister Bligh," puts in, Seth Barker, "you'd
+affright them--asking your pardon--with your landgwich!"
+
+"What!" cries Peter, as though in amazement; "did I say things that
+oughtn't to be said? Well, you surprise me, Barker, you do surprise
+me!"
+
+Well, I was glad to hear them talk like this, for jest is better than
+the coward's "if"; and men who can face death with a laugh will win
+life before your craven any day. But for the prone figures on the
+rock, looking up with their sightless eyes, or huddled in cleft and
+cranny--but for them, I say, and distant voices on the sea, and the
+black shape of Ken's Island, we four might have been merry comrades in
+a ship's cabin, smoking a pipe in the morning watch and looking gladly
+for dawn and a welcome shore. That this content could long endure was,
+beyond all question, impossible. Nevertheless, when next we started up
+and gripped our rifles and cried "Stand by!" it was not any alarm from
+the sea that brought us to our feet, but a sudden shout from the house
+below, a rifle-shot echoing in the depths, a woman's voice, and then
+a man's rejoinder, a figure appearing without any warning at the
+stairs-head, the figure of a huge man, vast and hulking, with long
+yellow hair, and fists clenched and arms outstretched--a man who took
+one scared look round him and then leaped wildly into the sea. Now
+this, you may imagine, was the most surprising event of all that
+eventful night. So quickly did it come upon us, so little did we look
+for it, that when Kess Denton, the yellow man, stood at the open gate
+and uttered a loud and piercing yell of defiance, not one among us
+could lift a rifle, not one thought of plan or action. There the fellow
+was, laughing like a maniac. Why he came, whence he came, no man could
+tell. But he leaped into the seas and the night engulfed him, and only
+his mocking laugh told us that he lived.
+
+"Kess Denton!" cried I, my head dazed and my words coming in a torrent;
+"Kess Denton. Then there's mischief below, lads--mischief, I swear!"
+
+Clair-de-Lune answered me--old Clair-de-Lune, standing in a blaze of
+light; for they had switched on the lamps below, and the vein of the
+reef stood out suddenly like some silver monster breathing on the
+surface of the sea. Clair-de-Lune answered me, I say, and his words
+were the most terrible I had heard since first I came to Ken's Island.
+
+"The water is in!" he cried, "the water is in the house!"
+
+I saw it as in a flash. This man we had neglected to hunt from the
+caverns below, striking at us in the supreme moment, had opened trap or
+window and let the sea pour in the labyrinth below. The water was
+flooding Czerny's house.
+
+"Now!" I cried, "you don't mean that Clair-de-Lune? Then what of the
+engine-room? How will it fare with Captain Nepeen?"
+
+Doctor Gray stood behind the old Frenchman, and, limping up to my side,
+he leaned against the rock and began to speak of it very coolly.
+
+"The water is in," he said, "but it will not flood the higher rooms,
+for they are above sea-level. We are saving what provisions we can, and
+the men below are all right. As for Nepeen, we must get him off in a
+boat somehow. It is the water I am thinking of, captain; what are we
+going to do for water?"
+
+I sat upon the rock at his side and buried my face in my hands. All
+that terrible day seemed to culminate in this overwhelming misfortune.
+Driven on the one hand by the sea, on the other by these devils of the
+darkness, doomed, it might be, to hunger and thirst on that desolate
+rock, four good comrades cut off from us by the sea's intervening, the
+very shadows full of dangers, what hope had we, what hope of that brave
+promise spoken to little Ruth but three short hours ago?
+
+"Doctor," I said at last, "if we are not at the bottom of it now, we
+never shall be. But we are men, and we will act as men should. Let the
+women stand together in the great hall until the sea drives them out.
+If water is our need, I am ashore to Ken's Island to-morrow to get it.
+As for Nepeen, we have a boat and we have hands to man it; we'll fetch
+Captain Nepeen, doctor," said I.
+
+He nodded his head and appeared to be thinking deeply. Old
+Clair-de-Lune was the next to utter a sensible thing.
+
+"The man flood the house," said he, "but no sure he get to ship. If he
+drown, Czerny know nothing. I say turn out the lamp--wait!"
+
+"As true a word as the night has spoken," said I; "if Kess Denton does
+not reach the boats, they won't hear the story. We'll keep it close
+enough, lads, and Captain Nepeen will learn it soon enough. Do you
+whistle, Dolly, and get an answer. I hope to God it is all well with
+them still."
+
+He whistled across the sea, and after a long minute of waiting a
+distant voice cried, "All's well!" For the hour at least our comrades
+were safe. Should we say the same of them when daylight came?
+
+* * *
+
+The dark fell with greater intensity as the dawn drew near. I thought
+that it typified our own black hour, when it seemed that fate had
+nothing left for us but a grave beneath the seas, or the eternal sleep
+on the island shore.
+
+* * *
+
+Another hour passed, and the dawn was nearer. I did not know then
+(though I know now) what kept Czerny's crew in the shadows, or why we
+heard nothing of them. Once, indeed, in the far distance where the
+yacht lay anchored, gunshots were fired, and were answered from some
+boat lying southward by the island; but no other message of the night
+was vouchsafed to us, no other omen to be heard. In the gloom of the
+darkened house women watched, men kept the vigil and prayed for the
+day. Would the light never come; would that breaking East never speed
+its joyous day? Ah! who could tell? Who, in the agony of waiting, ever
+thinks aright or draws the truthful picture?
+
+There was no new attack, I say, nor any sure news from the caverns
+below. From time to time men went to the stairs-head and watched the
+seas washing green and slimy in the corridors, or spoke of them beating
+upon the very steps of the great hall and threatening to rise up and up
+until they engulfed us all and conquered even the citadel we held.
+Nevertheless, iron gates held them back. Not vainly had Czerny's
+master-mind foreseen such a misfortune as this. Those tremendous doors
+which divided the upper house from its fellow were stronger than any
+sluice-gates, more sure against the water's advance. We held the upper
+house; it was ours while we could breathe in it or find life's
+sustenance there.
+
+Now, I saw little Ruth in the hour of dawn and she stood with us for a
+little while at the open gate and there spoke so brightly of to-morrow,
+so lightly of this hour, that she helped us to forget, and made men of
+us once more.
+
+"They will not come again to-night, Jasper," she said; "I feel, I know
+it! Why should they wait? Something has happened, and something spells
+'Good luck.' Oh, yes, I have felt that for the last hour. Things must
+be worse before they mend, and they are mending now. The gale will come
+at dawn and we shall all go ashore, you and I together, Jasper!"
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "that would be the happiest day in all my life.
+You bring the dawn always, wherever you go, the good sunlight and God's
+blue sky! It has been day for me while I heard your voice and said that
+I might serve you!"
+
+She would not answer me; but, as though to give my words their meaning,
+we had watched but a little while longer on the rock when suddenly out
+of the East the grey light winged over to us, and, spreading its
+wonder-rays upon the seas, it rolled the black veil back and showed us
+height and valley, sea and land, the white-capped breakers and the dim
+heaven beyond them. Many a dawn have I watched and waited for on the
+heart of the desolate sea, but never one which carried to me such a
+message as then it spake, the joy of action and release, the tight of
+life and hope, the clarion call, uplifting, awakening! For I knew that
+in day our salvation lay, and that the terrible night was forever
+passed; and every faculty being quickened, the mind alert, the eyes no
+longer veiled, I stretched out my arms to the sun and said, "Thank
+God!"
+
+* * *
+
+It was day, and the fresh sea answered its appeal. Coming quickly as
+day will in the great Pacific, we had scarce seen that great rim of the
+East lift itself above the sparkling water when all the scene was
+opened to us, the picture of ships and water and wave-washed reef made
+clear as in some scene of stageland. As with one tongue, realizing a
+mighty truth, we cried, "The ship is gone; the ship has sailed!"
+
+It was true, all true. Where at sundown there had been a yacht anchored
+in the offing, now at daybreak no yacht was to be seen. Darkness, which
+had been the ally of Czerny's men, had helped the man himself to flee
+from them to an unknown haven where their vengeance should not reach
+him. By night had he fled, and by day would he mock his creatures.
+Drifting there in the open boats, the rising seas beginning to wash in
+upon them, hunger and thirst their portion, the rebels were at no pains
+to hide their secret from us. We knew that they had been called back by
+these overwhelming tidings of the master-trick, and we asked what heart
+the rogues would have now to sell their lives for the man who betrayed
+them? Would they not look to us for the satisfaction the chief rogue
+denied to them? We, as they, were left helpless in that woful place.
+Before us, as before them, lay the peril of hunger and of thirst, the
+death-sleep or the greater mercy. And who should ask them to accept it
+without a last supreme attempt, a final assault, which should mend all
+or end all? Driven to the last point, to the last point would they go
+to grasp that foothold of the seas and to drive us from the rock
+whereon life might yet be had.
+
+"Lads," I said, "the story is there as the man has written it. We have
+no quarrel with yon poor devils nor they with us; but they will find
+one. We cannot help them; they cannot help us. We'll wait for the
+end--just wait for it."
+
+I spoke with a confidence which time did not justify. Just as the dawn
+had put new life into us, so it had steeled the hearts of this derelict
+crew and nerved it for any desperate act. For long we watched the
+rogues rowing hither, thither; now in the island's shadows, now coming
+towards us, but never once raising a rifle or uttering a threat. In the
+end they came all together, waving a sail upon a pole; and while they
+appeared to row for the lesser gate they accompanied the act with soft
+words and a protest of their honesty.
+
+"'Tis after a truce they are," says Peter Bligh, presently, "and that's
+a poor thing, any-way. My poor father used to say, 'Knock 'em on the
+head first and sign the papers afterwards.' He was a kind-hearted
+gentleman, and did a lot of good in the world!"
+
+"He must have done, Peter," said I; "he must have done a power of good,
+hearing the little you say about him. 'Tis a pity the old gentleman
+isn't here this day to preach his kindness to yonder rogues. They look
+in need of a friendly hand; indeed, they do."
+
+Well, the laugh was turned on Peter; but, as a matter of fact, he spoke
+sense, and I understood as well as he did the risk of parley with the
+wreckers, even though they did not seem to have any fight left in
+them--a fact which old Clair-de-Lune was the first to observe.
+
+"They not fire gun this morning," says the old man. "All starve hungry.
+Czerny gone. What for they fight? They no stomach left."
+
+"Meaning they've no heart in them," puts in Doctor Gray, at his side.
+"Aye, that's true, and a bit of human nature, too. You cannot fight
+every day any more than you can make love every day. It comes and goes
+like a fever. They had their square meal last night, and they are not
+taking any this morning. I should not be afraid of them if I were you,
+captain."
+
+"I never was," said I, bluntly; "I never was, doctor. There's not
+enough on my conscience for that. But I do believe you speak truly.
+Making love is more in their line this watch. Ask Dolly Venn there.
+From what I saw between him and little Rosamunda down below, lie's an
+authority on that point. Eh, Dolly, lad," said I to him, "you could
+make love every day, couldn't you?"
+
+The lad flushed all over his face at the charge, and Peter Bligh, he
+said something about "Love one another" being in the Bible, "which must
+mean many of 'em, and not one in particular," says he. And what with
+the laugh and the jest, and the new confidence which the sight of those
+poor driven devils put into us, we came all together to the sea's edge,
+and, scarcely cocking a rifle at them, we hailed the longboats and got
+their story.
+
+"Ahoy, there! And what port d'you think you're making for?" cries Peter
+Bligh, in a voice that might have split the waters.
+
+They replied to him, standing up in the boat and stretching out their
+sunburnt, hairy arms to us:
+
+"Water!--water, mate, for the love of God!"
+
+"And how do you know," cries Peter back to them, "how do you know that
+we've water for ourselves?"
+
+"Why, Barebones saw to that," says one of them, no doubt meaning Czerny
+thereby; "Barebones saw to that, though precious little of it the
+lubber drank!"
+
+"He's off, is Barebones," says another; "oh, trust Barebones!
+Bones-and-Biscuits puts to sea last night, 'cause he's a duty to
+perform in 'Frisco, he 'as. Trust Bones-and-Biscuits to turn up
+righteous when the trumpet blows!"
+
+And another, said he:
+
+"I wish I had his black head under my boot this minute! My mouth's all
+sand and my throat is stuck! Aye, mates," says he, "you'll moisten my
+poor tongue--same as is wrote in the Scriptures!"
+
+There were other entreaties; some of them spoke to us in French, the
+most part in German. Of the boats that were left, two had rowed away
+for the lesser gate, but five drifted about our rock and drew so close
+that we could have tossed a biscuit to them. Never have I seen a crowd
+of faces more repulsive or jowls so repellent. Iron-limbed men, fat
+Germans, sleek Frenchmen, Greeks, niggers, some armed with rifles, some
+with fearsome knives, they squatted all together in the open boats and
+roared together for pity and release. Then, for the first time, I was
+able to see how cruelly Czerny's gun had dealt with them in the
+darkness of the night. It was horrible to see the bloody limbs, the
+open wounds, the matted hair, the gaping faces of these creatures of a
+desperado's mad ambition. The boats themselves were splintered and
+hacked as though heavy hatches had beaten them. I could wonder no
+longer that they called the truce; and yet, knowing why they called it,
+what was I to do? Let them set foot on the plateau, and we, but a
+handful at the best, might be swept into the sea like flies from a
+wall. I say that I was at my wits' end. Every merciful instinct urged
+me to give them water; every prudent voice cried, "Beat them off."
+
+"If there's fight in that lot, I'm as black as yonder nigger!" said
+Peter Bligh, when he looked at them a little while, very
+contemptuously. "Not a kick to-day among the lot of them, by Jericho!
+But you cannot give them water, captain," he goes on, "for you've
+little to give."
+
+Clair-de-Lune, thinking deeper, was, nevertheless, for a stem refusal.
+
+"Keep them off, captain, that's my advice," says he. "They very
+desperate, dangerous men. They drink water, then cut throat. Make ear
+deaf and say cistern all empty. They think you die, and they wait, but
+come aboard--no, by thunder!"
+
+Now, I knew that this was reason, and when Doctor Gray and Captain
+Nepeen added their words to the Frenchman's I stepped down to the
+water's edge and made my answer.
+
+"I'll give you water willingly, men, if you'll show me where it is to
+be found," said I; "but we cannot give what we haven't got, and that's
+common sense! We're dry here, and if it's bad luck for one it's bad
+luck for all. The glass says rain," I went on; "we'll wait for it
+together and have done with all this nonsense."
+
+They heard me to the end; but ignorant, perhaps, of my meaning they
+continued to whine, "Water, water," and when I must repeat that we
+had no water, one of them, leaping up in the boat, fired his rifle
+point-blank at Captain Nepeen, who fell without a word stone-dead at
+my side.
+
+"Great God!" said I, "they've shot the captain dead."
+
+The suddenness of it was awful; just a gun flashing, a gasping cry, an
+honest man leaping up and falling lifeless. And then something that
+would never move or speak again. The crews themselves, I do believe,
+were as dazed by it as we were. They could have shot us, I witness,
+where we stood, every man of us, but, in God's mercy, they never
+thought of that; and turning on their own man, they tore the rifle from
+his hand and, striking him down with a musket, they sent him headlong
+into the sea.
+
+"Witness we've no part in it!" they roared. "Jake Bilbow did it, and he
+was always a bad 'un! You won't charge fifty with one man's deed! To
+hell with the arms, mate--we've no need of 'em!"
+
+Well, we heard them in amazement. Not a man had moved among us; the
+body was untouched at our feet. From the boats themselves ruffians were
+casting their rifles pell-mell into the sea. Never at the wildest
+hazard would I have named this for the end of it. They cast their
+rifles into the sea and rowed unarmed about us. To the end of it, I
+think, they feared the gun with a fear that was nameless and lasting,
+nor did they know that the turret was empty--how should they?
+
+It was a swift change; to me it seemed as though the day had conjured
+up this wonder. None the less, the perplexity of it remained, nor could
+I choose a course even under these new circumstances. Of water I had
+none to give; our own circumstances, indeed, were little better than
+that of these unhappy creatures in the boats about me. The sea flooded
+the house below us; the great engine no longer throbbed; our women were
+huddled together at the stairs-head, seeking air and light; the fogs
+loom heavy on Ken's Island; no ship's sail brought hope to our horizon.
+What should I say, then, to the mutineers, how answer them? I could but
+protest: "We are as you; we must face it together."
+
+* * *
+
+Now, I have told you that both the greater and the lesser gates of
+Czerny's house were hewn in the pinnacles of rock rising up above the
+highest tides, and offering there a foothold and an anchorage; but you
+must not think that these were the only caps of the reef which thrust
+themselves out to the sea. For there were others, rounded domes of
+tide-washed rock, treacherous ledges, little craggy steeples, sloping
+shelves, which low water gave up to the sun and where a man might walk
+dry-shod. To such strange places the longboats turned when we would
+have none of them. Convinced, may-be, that our own case was no better
+than theirs, the men, in desperation, and cramped with long confinement
+in the boats, now pushed their bows into the swirling waters; and
+following each other, as sheep will follow a leader, they climbed out
+upon the barren rocks and lay there in a state of dejection defying
+words. Nor had we any heart to turn upon them and drive them off.
+Little did the new day we desired so ardently bring to us. The sky,
+gloomy above the blackening, angry seas, was like a mock upon our
+bravest hopes. Let a few hours pass and the night would come again.
+This was but an interlude in which man could ask of man, "What next?"
+We feared to speak to the women lest they should know the truth.
+
+The men crawled upon the sea-washed rocks, I say, and there the
+judgment of God came upon them. So awful was the scene my eyes were
+soon to behold that I take up my pen with hesitation even now to write
+of it; and as I write some figure of the shadows comes before me and
+seems to say, "You cannot speak of it! It is of the past, forgotten!"
+And, certainly, if I could make it clear to you how Czerny's men were
+forever driven off from the gate of the house that Czerny built, if I
+could make it clear to you and leave the thing untold, that would I do
+right gladly. But the end was not of my seeking; in all honesty I can
+say that if it had been in my power I would have helped those wretched
+creatures, have dealt out pity to them and carried them to the shore;
+but it was written otherwise; a higher Power decreed it; we could but
+stand, trembling and helpless, before that enthralling justice.
+
+They climbed on the rocks, forty or fifty of them, may-be, and lying in
+all attitudes, some stretched out full length, some with their arms in
+the flowing tide, some huddled close as though for warmth, they
+appeared to surrender themselves to the inevitable and to accept the
+worst; when, rising up out of the near sea, the first octopus showed
+himself, and a great tentacle, sliding over the rock, drew one of the
+mutineers screaming to the depths. Thereafter, in an instant, the whole
+terror was upon them. Leaping up together, they uttered piercing cries,
+turned upon each other in their agony, hurled themselves into the sea,
+to reach the boats again. God! how few of them touched the befriending
+prows! The whole water about the reef was now alive with the devilish
+creatures; a hundred arms, crushing, sucking, swept the unsheltered
+rocks and drew the victims down. So near were they, some of them, that
+I could see their staring eyes and distorted limbs as, in the fishes'
+embracing grip, they were drawn under to the gaping mouths or pressed
+close to that jellied mass which must devour them. The sea itself
+heaved and splashed as though to be the moving witness of that horrible
+attack; foam rushed up to our feet; a blinding spray was in the air;
+eyes protruded even in the green water; great shapes wormed and
+twisted, rending one another, covering the whole reef with their filthy
+slime, sending blinding fountains to the highest pinnacles, or sinking
+down when their prey was taken to the depths where no eye could follow
+them. What sounds of pain, what resounding screams, rent the air in
+those fearful minutes! I draw the veil upon it. For all the gold that
+the sea washes to-day in Czerny's house, I could not look upon such a
+picture again. For death can be a gentle thing; but there is a death no
+man may speak of.
+
+* * *
+
+At twelve o'clock the clouds broke and the rain began to fall upon a
+rising sea. The vapours still lay thick upon Ken's Island, but the wind
+was driving them, and they rolled away in misty clouds westward to the
+dark horizon.
+
+I went below to little Ruth, and in broken words I told her all my
+story.
+
+"Little Ruth, the night is passed, the day is breaking! Ah, little
+Ruth!"
+
+She fell into my arms, sobbing. The sleep-time was past, indeed; the
+hour of our deliverance at hand.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+IN WHICH THE SUN-TIME COMES AGAIN
+
+I have told you the story of Ken's Island, but there are some things
+you will need to know, and of these I will now make mention. Let me
+speak of them in order as they befell.
+
+And first I should record that we found the body of Edmond Czerny, cold
+and dead, by that pool in the woods where so many have slept the
+dreadful sleep. Clair-de-Lune stumbled upon it as we went joyously
+through the sunny thickets and, halting abruptly, his startled cry drew
+me to the place. And then I saw the thing, and knew that between him
+and me the secret lay, and that here was God's justice written in words
+no man might mistake.
+
+For a long time we rested there, looking down upon that grim figure in
+its bed of leaves, and watching the open eyes seeking that bright
+heaven whose warmth they never would feel again. As in life, so in
+death, the handsome face carried the brand of the evil done, and spoke
+of the ungoverned passions which had wrecked so wonderful a genius.
+There have been few such men as Edmond Czerny since the world began;
+there will be few while the world endures. Greatly daring, a man of
+boundless ambitions, the moral nature obliterated, the greed of money
+becoming, in the end, like some burning disease, this man, I said,
+might have achieved much if the will had bent to humanity's laws. And
+now he had reaped as he sowed. The cloak that covered him was the cloak
+of the Hungarian regiment whose code of honour drove him out of Europe.
+The diamond ring upon the finger was the very ring that little Ruth had
+given him on their wedding-day. The agony he had suffered was such as
+many a good seaman had endured since the wreckers came to Ken's Island.
+And now the story was told: the man was dead.
+
+"It must have been last night," I said, at length, to Clair-de-Lune.
+"His own men put him ashore and seized the ship. Fortune has strange
+chances, but who would have named such a chance as this? The rogues
+turned upon him at last, you can't doubt it. And he died in his
+sleep--a merciful death."
+
+The old man shook his head very solemnly.
+
+"I know not," said he, slowly; "remember how rare that the island give
+mercy! We will not ask how he died, captain. I see some-thing, but I
+forget it. Let us leave him to the night."
+
+He began to cover the body with branches and boughs; and anon, marking
+the place, that we might return to it to-morrow, we went on again
+through the woods, as men in a reverie. Our schemes and plans, our
+hopes and fears, the terrible hours, the unforgotten days, aye, if we
+could have seen that the end of them would have been this!--the gift of
+a verdurous island, and the ripe green pastures, and the woods
+awakening and all the glory of the sun-time reborn! For so the shadow
+was lifted from us that for a little while our eyes could not see the
+light; and, unbelieving, we asked, "Is this the truth?"
+
+* * *
+
+I did not tell little Ruth the story of the woods; but there were
+whispered words and looks aside, and she was clever enough to
+understand them. Before the day was out I think she knew; but she would
+not speak of it, nor would I. For why should we call false sorrow upon
+that bright hour? Was not the world before us, the awakening glory of
+Ken's Island at our feet? Just as in the dark days all Nature had
+withered and bent before the death-giving vapours, so now did Nature
+answer the sun's appeal; and every freshet bubbling over, every wood
+alive with the music of the birds, the meadows green and golden, the
+hills all capped with their summer glory, she proclaimed the reign of
+Nature's God. No sight more splendid ever greeted the eyes of
+shipwrecked men or welcomed them to a generous shore. Hand-in-hand with
+little Ruth I passed from thicket to thicket of the woods, and seemed
+to stand in Paradise itself! And she--ah, who shall read a woman's
+thoughts at such an hour as that! Let me be content to see her as she
+was; her face grown girlish in that great release, her eyes sparkling
+in a new joy of being, her step so light that no blade of grass could
+have been bruised thereby. Let me hear her voice again while she lifts
+her face to mine and asks me that question which even now I hear
+sometimes:
+
+"Jasper, Jasper! is it real? How can I believe it, Jasper? Shall we see
+our home again--you and I? Oh, tell me that it is true, Jasper--say it
+often, often, or I shall forget!"
+
+We were in a high place of the woods just then, and we stood to look
+down upon the lower valley where the rocks showed their rare green
+mosses, and every crag lifted strange flowers to the sun, and little
+rivulets ran down with bubbling sounds. Away on the open veldt the
+doll-like houses were to be seen, and the ashes of her bungalow. And
+there, I say, all the scene enchanting me, and the memory of the bygone
+days blotted from my mind, and no future to be thought of but that
+which should give me forever the right to befriend this little figure
+of my dreams, I said:
+
+"It is true, little Ruth--God knows how true--that a man loves you with
+all his heart, and he has loved you all through these weary months.
+Just a simple fellow he is, with no fine ways and small knowledge of
+the world; but he waits for you to tell him that you will lift him up
+and make him worthy----"
+
+She silenced me with a quick, glad cry, and, winding both her arms
+about my neck, she hid her face from me.
+
+"My friend! Jasper, dear Jasper, you shall not say that! Ah, were you
+so blind that you have not known it from the first?"
+
+Her words were like the echo of some sweet music in my ears. Little
+Ruth, my beloved, had called me "friend." To my life's end would I
+claim that name most precious.
+
+* * *
+
+We were picked up by the American war-ship Hatteras ten days after the
+sleep-time passed. I left the island as I found it--its secrets hidden,
+its mysteries unfathomed. What vapour rises up there--whether it be, as
+Doctor Gray would have it, from the bog of decaying vegetation, which
+breathes fever to the south; whether it be this marsh fog steaming up
+when the plants die down; or whether it be a subtler cloud given out by
+the very earth itself--this question, I say, let the learned dispute. I
+have done with it forever; and never, to my life's end, shall I see its
+heights and its valleys again. The world calls me; I go to my home.
+Ruth, little Ruth, whom I have loved, is at my side. For us it shall be
+sun-time always; the night and the dreadful sleep are no more.
+
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+<h1 class="pg">The Project Gutenberg eBook, The House Under the Sea, by Sir Max Pemberton</h1>
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+<p>Title: The House Under the Sea</p>
+<p> A Romance</p>
+<p>Author: Sir Max Pemberton</p>
+<p>Release Date: July 20, 2009 [eBook #29462]<br />
+Most recently updated: November 9, 2014</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div id="title">
+
+<h1>THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA</h1>
+
+<p><span class="italic">A ROMANCE</span></p>
+
+BY
+
+<h2>MAX PEMBERTON</h2>
+
+<p>Author of Kronstadt, The Phantom Army, Etc.</p>
+
+<p><img class="cover" src="images/cover.jpg" height="700" width="450" alt="Cover" /></p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">ILLUSTRATED</span></p>
+
+<p>NEW YORK
+D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
+1902</p>
+
+<p>Copyright, 1902
+By MAX PEMBERTON</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">All rights reserved</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Published September, 1902</span></p>
+
+<p><a name="frontis">&nbsp;</a></p>
+
+<p><img src="images/frontispiece.jpg" height="587" width="448" alt="Shall we go, or stay?" /></p>
+
+<p>"Shall we go, or stay?"</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<h3>CONTENTS</h3>
+
+<ul>
+<li>I.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_01">IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES KNOWN THE PURPOSE OF HIS VOYAGE TO THE
+PACIFIC OCEAN, AND HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT HE COMMISSIONED THE STEAM-SHIP SOUTHERN CROSS THROUGH
+PHILIPS, WESTBURY, AND CO.</a></li>
+
+<li>II.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_02">WE GO ASHORE AND LEARN STRANGE THINGS</a></li>
+
+<li>III.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_03">IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES UP HIS MIND WHAT TO DO</a></li>
+
+<li>IV.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_04">WE GO ABOARD, BUT RETURN AGAIN</a></li>
+
+<li>V.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_05">STRANGE SIGHTS ASHORE, AND WHAT WE SAW OF THEM</a></li>
+
+<li>VI.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_06">JASPER BEGG MEETS HIS OLD MISTRESS, AND IS WATCHED</a></li>
+
+<li>VII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_07">IN WHICH HELP COMES FROM THE LAST QUARTER WE HAD EXPECTED IT</a></li>
+
+<li>VIII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_08">THE BIRD'S NEST IN THE HILLS</a></li>
+
+<li>IX.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_09">WE LOOK OUT FOR THE SOUTHERN CROSS</a></li>
+
+<li>X.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_10">WE ARE SURELY CAGED ON KEN'S ISLAND</a></li>
+
+<li>XI.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_11">LIGHTS UNDER THE SEA</a></li>
+
+<li>XII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_12">THE DANCING MADNESS</a></li>
+
+<li>XIII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_13">THE STORM</a></li>
+
+<li>XIV.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_14">A WHITE POOL&mdash;AND AFTERWARDS</a></li>
+
+<li>XV.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_15">AN INTERLUDE, DURING WHICH WE READ IN RUTH BELLENDEN'S DIARY AGAIN</a></li>
+
+<li>XVI.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_16">ROSAMUNDA AND THE IRON DOORS</a></li>
+
+<li>XVII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_17">IN WHICH JASPER BEGG ENTERS THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA</a></li>
+
+<li>XVIII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_18">CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH</a></li>
+
+<li>XIX.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_19">WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS
+THE LITTLE ONES</a></li>
+
+<li>XX.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_20">THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY'S MEN</a></li>
+
+<li>XXI.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_21">WHICH BRINGS IN THE DAY AND WHAT BEFELL THEREIN</a></li>
+
+<li>XXII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_22">THE BEGINNING OF THE SIXTY HOURS</a></li>
+
+<li>XXIII.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_23">THE END OF THE SIXTY HOURS</a></li>
+
+<li>XXIV.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_24">THE SECOND ATTACK ON CZERNY'S HOUSE</a></li>
+
+<li>XXV.&mdash;<a href="#chapter_25">IN WHICH THE SUN-TIME COMES AGAIN</a></li>
+
+</ul>
+
+<h3>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h3>
+
+<ul>
+
+<li><a href="#frontis">"Shall we go or stay?"</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-054">Like dancers at a stage play.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-094">A picturesque old figure standing there.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-100">She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-138">We were all sitting at the supper table.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-172">The drawing-room is a cave whose walls are of jewels.</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-237">"If there is a sound at the door, fire that gun."</a></li>
+
+<li><a href="#f-292">Another man fell with a loud cry.</a></li>
+
+</ul>
+
+<p class="fh1">THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_01"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER I</h3>
+
+<h4 style="text-align: justify">IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES KNOWN THE PURPOSE OF HIS VOYAGE TO THE
+PACIFIC OCEAN, AND HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT HE COMMISSIONED THE STEAM-SHIP
+SOUTHERN CROSS THROUGH PHILIPS, WESTBURY, AND CO.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">Many</span> gentlemen have asked me to write the story of Ken's Island, and in
+so far as my ability goes, that I will now do. A plain seaman by
+profession, one who has had no more education than a Kentish grammar
+school can give him, I, Jasper Begg, find it very hard to bring to
+other people's eyes the wonderful things I have seen or to make all
+this great matter clear as it should be clear for a right
+understanding. But what I know of it, I will here set down; and I do
+not doubt that the newspapers and the writers will do the rest.</p>
+
+<p>Now, it was upon the third day of May in the year 1899, at four bells
+in the first dog watch, that Harry Doe, our boatswain, first sighted
+land upon our port-bow, and so made known to me that our voyage was
+done. We were fifty-three days out from Southampton then; and for
+fifty-three days not a man among the crew of the Southern Cross had
+known our proper destination, or why his skipper, Jasper Begg, had
+shipped him to sail for the Pacific Ocean. A pleasure voyage, the
+papers said; and some remembered that I had been in and out of private
+yachts ever since I ran away from school and booked with Skipper Higg,
+who sailed Lord Kanton's schooner from the Solent; but others asked
+themselves what pleasure took a yacht's skipper beyond the Suez, and
+how it came about that a poor man like Jasper Begg found the money to
+commission a 500-ton tramp through Philips, Westbury, and Co., and to
+deal liberally with any shipmate who had a fancy for the trip. These
+questions I meant to answer in my own time. A hint here and there of a
+lady in whose interest the voyage was undertaken kept the crew quiet,
+if it did not please its curiosity. Mister Jacob, my first officer, and
+Peter Bligh (who came to me because he said I was the only man who kept
+him away from the drink) guessed something if they knew little. They
+had both served under me in Ruth Bellenden's yacht; neither had
+forgotten that Ruth Bellenden's husband sailed eastward for the wedding
+trip. If they put their heads together and said that Ruth Bellenden's
+affairs and the steam-ship Southern Cross were not to be far apart at
+the end of it, I don't blame them. It was my business to hold my tongue
+until the land was sighted, and so much I did for Ruth Bellenden's
+sake.</p>
+
+<p>Well, it was the third day of May, at four bells in the first dog
+watch, when Harry Doe, the boatswain, sighted land on the port-bow, and
+came abaft with the other hands to hear what I had got to say to him.
+Mr. Jacob was in his bunk then, he being about to take the first watch,
+and Peter Bligh, who walked the bridge, had rung down for half-speed by
+the time I came out with my glass for the first view of the distant
+island. We were then, I must tell you at a rough reckoning, in
+longitude 150 east of Greenwich, by about 30 north; and my first
+thought was that we might have sighted the Ganges group, as many a ship
+sailing from 'Frisco to Japan; but when I had looked at the land a
+little while, and especially at a low spur of rocks to the northward, I
+knew that this was truly the Ken Archipelago, and that our voyage was
+done.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," I said, "yonder is your port. Good weather and good luck, and
+we'll put about for home before three days have passed."</p>
+
+<p>Now, they set up a great cheer at this; and Peter Bligh, whose years go
+to fat, wiped his brow like a man who has got rid of a great load and
+is very pleased to have done with it.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you for that," said he. "I hope I do my duty in all weathers,
+Mr. Begg, but this sunshine do wear a man sadly. Will you stop her,
+sir, or shall we go dead slow?"</p>
+
+<p>"Dead slow, if you please, Mister Pugh," said I; "the chart gives two
+thousand fathoms about the reef. We should have water enough, and water
+is a good thing, as I believe you know."</p>
+
+<p>"When there's nothing else, I can manage to make shift with it&mdash;and
+feel a better man, sir," he added, as an after-thought. But I was
+already busy with my glass and that was not the hour for light talk.
+Yonder upon the port-bow a group of islands shaped on our horizon as
+shadows upon a glassy sea. I could espy a considerable cliff-land
+rising to the southward, and north of that the rocky spur of which I
+have made mention. The sun was setting behind us in a sky of orange and
+crimson, and it was wonderful to see the playful lights now giving
+veins of gold to the dark mass of the higher rocks, or washing over the
+shadows as a running water of flame. I have seen many beautiful sights
+upon the sea, in storm or tempest, God's weather or the devil's; but I
+shall never forget that sunset which brought me to Ken's Island on as
+strange an errand as ever commissioned a ship. The deep blue of the
+sky, the vastness of the horizon, the setting sun, the island's shaping
+out of the deep: these, and the curiosity which kept the glass ever at
+my eye, made an hour which a man might fear to tell of. True, I have
+sighted many a strange land in my time and have put up my glass for
+many an unknown shore; but yonder lay the home of Ruth Bellenden, and
+to-morrow's sun would tell me how it fared with her. I had sailed from
+England to learn as much.</p>
+
+<p>Now, Mr. Jacob, the first officer, had come up to the bridge while I
+was searching the shore for an anchorage, and he, who always was a
+prudent man, spoke up at once for laying to and leaving our business,
+whatever it was, until the morning.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll lose the light in ten minutes, and yon's a port I do not like
+the look of," said he. "Better go about, sir. Reefs don't get out of
+the way, even for a lady."</p>
+
+<p>"Mister Jacob," said I, for, little man that he was, he had a big wit
+in his own way, "the lady would be very glad to get out of the way of
+the reef, I'm thinking. However, that's for the morning. Here's Peter
+Bligh as pleased as any school-boy at the sight of land. Tell him that
+he isn't going ashore to-night, and he'll thank you nicely. Eh, Peter,
+are you, too, of Jacob's mind? Is it sea or shore, a glass in my cabin
+or what the natives will sell you in the log-cabins over yonder?"
+
+Peter Bligh shut up his glass with a snap.</p>
+
+<p>"I know the liquor, Mr. Begg," said he; "as the night is good to me,
+I'm of Mister Jacob's way of thinking. A sound bed and a clear head,
+and a fair wind for the morning&mdash;you'll see little of any woman, black
+or white, on yonder rock to-night."</p>
+
+<p>Jacob&mdash;his little eyes twinkling, as they always did at his own
+jokes&mdash;muttered the old proverb about choosing a wife by candle-light; but
+before any one could hear him a beacon shone out across the sea from
+some reef behind the main island I had noticed, and all eyes were
+turned anxiously to that. It was a queer place, truly, to set up a
+light, and I don't wonder that the men remarked it.</p>
+
+<p>"An odd kind of a lantern to help poor mariners," said Mister Jacob,
+sagely. "Being kind to it, sir, I should say that it's not more than a
+mile too much to the northward."</p>
+
+<p>"Lay your course by that, and a miracle won't carry you by the reef,"
+added Peter Bligh, sagaciously; "in my country, which is partly
+Ireland, sir, we put up notice-boards for the boys that ride bicycles:
+'This Hill is Dangerous.' Faith, in ould Oireland, they put 'em up at
+the bottom of the hills, which is useful entirely."</p>
+
+<p>Some of the crew, grouped about the ladder's foot, laughed at this;
+others began to mutter among themselves as though the beacon troubled
+them, and they did not like it. A seaman's the most superstitious
+creature that walks the earth or sails on the sea, as all the world
+knows. I could see the curiosity, which had followed my men from
+Southampton, was coming to a head here about twelve thousand miles from
+home.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," cried I, quick to take the point up, "Mister Bligh says that
+an Irishman built yon light, and he knows, being a bit of a one
+himself. We're not going in by it, anyway, so you can ask questions
+to-morrow. There's a hundred pounds to be divided among you for your good
+behaviour outward, and there'll be another hundred when we make Calshot
+Light. To-night we'll find good sea-room, and leave their beacon to the
+lumber-heads that put it up. I thank you, lads, for honest work in an
+honest ship. Ask the purser for an extra tot of grog, and say the
+skipper told you to."</p>
+
+<p>They gave a hearty "Aye, aye, sir," to this, and without more ado we
+put the ship about and went dead slow against a stiff tide setting east
+by north-east. For my part, I reckoned this the time to tell my
+officers what my intentions were, and when I had called them into the
+cabin, leaving our "fourth"&mdash;a mere lad, but a good one&mdash;upon the
+bridge, I ordered Joe, the steward, to set the decanters upon the
+table. Mister Jacob, as usual, put on his glasses (which he always did
+in room or cabin, just as though he would read a book), but Peter Bligh
+sat with his cap between his knees and as foolish an expression upon
+his face as I have ever seen.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, gentlemen," I said, "no good talking in this world was ever done
+upon a dusty table, so we'll have a glass round and then to business.
+Mr. Bligh, I'm sure, will make no objection to that."</p>
+
+<p>"Faith, and I know when to obey my superior officer, captain. A glass
+round, and after <span class="nobr">that&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Peter, Peter," said I, "'tis the 'after that' which sends many a good
+hulk to the bottom."</p>
+
+<p>"Not meaning to apply the term to Peter Bligh, but by way of what the
+landsmen call 'silime,'" said Mister Jacob.</p>
+
+<p>"'Simile' you mean, Mister Jacob. Well, it's all the same, and neither
+here nor there in the matter of a letter. The fact is, gentlemen, I
+wish you to know why I have sailed this ship to Ken's Archipelago, and
+under what circumstances I shall sail her home again."</p>
+
+<p>They pricked up their ears at this, Peter turning his cap nervously in
+his hands and Mister Jacob being busy with his glasses as he loves to
+be.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," I went on, "you have behaved like true shipmates and spoken
+never a word which a man might not fairly speak. And now it's my duty
+to be open with you. Well, to cut it short, my lads, I've sailed to the
+Pacific because my mistress, Ruth Bellenden, asked me."</p>
+
+<p>They had known as much, I imagine, from the start; but while Mister
+Jacob pretended to be very much surprised, honest Peter raised his
+glass and drank to Mistress Ruth's good health.</p>
+
+<p>"God bless her," he said, "and may the day come when I ship along o'
+such a one again. Aye, you would have come out for her sake,
+captain&mdash;no other, I'm sure!"</p>
+
+<p>"She being Ruth Bellenden no longer, but the wife of a gentleman with a
+name none but a foreigner can spell," added Mister Jacob; and then he
+went on: "Well, you surprise me very much, captain&mdash;very much indeed.
+Matrimony is a choppy sea and queer things swim in it. But this&mdash;this I
+had not looked to hear."</p>
+
+<p>I knew that this was only Mister Jacob's way, and continued my story.</p>
+
+<p>"It was a promise to her upon her wedding day. Ten thousand pounds she
+left with her lawyers for this very purpose. 'My husband has strange
+ideas; I may not share them,' were her words to me. 'If his yacht
+should not be at the islands when I wish to visit Europe again, I
+should like you to find me a vessel in its place. I trust you, Jasper
+Begg,' she said; 'you will sail for Ken's Archipelago twelve months
+from today, and you will come to my house there, as you used to do in
+the old time, for orders. Perhaps I shall send you home again, perhaps
+I may like to have a yacht of my own once more. Who knows? I am quite
+alone in the world,' she said, laughing, 'though my brother is alive.
+And the Pacific Ocean is a long way from London&mdash;oh, such a long way,'
+she said, or something of that sort."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, and right, too. A derned long way she meant, I don't doubt, if
+what was in her mind came out," puts in Peter at this.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Bligh," said I, "be pleased to hold your tongue until your opinion
+is asked. What I am telling you is a confidence which you two, and no
+others, share with me. To-morrow, as soon as daylight, I shall row
+ashore and ask to see Mme. Czerny, as I suppose I must call little Ruth
+now. If she says, 'Go home again,' very well, home we go with good
+wages in our pockets. If she says 'Stay,' there's not a man on board
+this ship that will not stay willingly&mdash;she being married to a
+foreigner, which all the world knows is not the same as being married
+to an <span class="nobr">Englishman&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"To say nothing of an Irishman," said Peter Bligh, whose mother was
+from Dublin and whose father was named sometimes for a man of
+Rotherhithe and at other times put down to any country which it suited
+Peter to boast about.</p>
+
+<p>"Edmond Czerny was a Hungarian," said I, "and he played the fiddle
+wonderful. What mad idea took him for a honeymoon to Ken's Island, the
+Lord only knows. They say he was many years in America. I know nothing
+about him, save that he had a civil tongue and manners to catch a young
+girl's fancy. She was only twenty-two when she married him, Mister
+Jacob."</p>
+
+<p>"Old enough to know better&mdash;quite old enough to know better. Not that I
+would say anything against Ruth Bellenden, not a word. It's the woman's
+part to play the capers, sir, and we poor mortal men to be took by
+them. Howsomever, since there was a fiddle in it, I've nothing more to
+say."</p>
+
+<p>We laughed at Mister Jacob's notion, and Peter Bligh said what it was
+in my heart to say:</p>
+
+<p>"Saving that if Ruth Bellenden needs a friend, she'll find twenty-six
+aboard this ship, to say nothing of the cook's boy and the dog. You've
+a nice mind, Mister Jacob, but you've a deal to larn when it comes to
+women. My poor old father, who hailed from
+<span class="nobr">Shoreham&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"It was Newport yesterday, Peter."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, so it were&mdash;so it were. But, Newport or Shoreham, he'd a precious
+good notion of the sex, and what he said I'll stand by. 'Get 'em on
+their feet to the music,' says he, 'and you can lead 'em anywheres.'
+'Tis Gospel truth that, Mister Jacob."</p>
+
+<p>"But a man had better mind his steps," said I. "For my part, I
+shouldn't be surprised if Ruth Bellenden's husband gave us the cold
+shoulder to-morrow and sent us about our business. However, the sea's
+free to all men, lads, and the morn will show. By your leave we'll have
+a bit of supper and after that turn in. We shall want all our wits
+about us when daylight comes."
+
+They agreed to this, and without further parley we went on deck and
+heard what the lad "Dolly" Venn had to tell us. It was full dark now
+and the islands were hidden from our view. The beacon shone with a
+steady white glare which, under the circumstances, was almost uncanny.
+I asked the lad if he had sighted any ships in towards the land or if
+signals had been made. He answered me that no ship had passed in or out
+nor any rocket been fired. "And I do believe, sir," he said, "that we
+shall find the harbour on the far sight of yonder height."</p>
+
+<p>"The morning will show us, lad," said I; "go down to your supper, for I
+mean to take this watch myself."
+
+They left me on the bridge. The wind had fallen until it was scarce
+above a moan in the shrouds. I stood watching the beacon as a man who
+watches the window light of one who has been dear to him.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_02"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER II</h3>
+
+<h4>WE GO ASHORE AND LEARN STRANGE THINGS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">I have</span> told how it came about that
+I sailed for Ken's Island, and now I shall tell what happened when I
+went ashore to find Ruth Bellenden.</p>
+
+<p>We put off from the ship at six bells in the morning watch. Dolly Venn,
+who was rated as fourth officer, was with me in the launch, and Harry
+Doe, the boatswain, at the tiller. I left Mister Jacob on the bridge,
+and gave him my orders to stand in-shore as near as might be, and to
+look for my coming at sunset&mdash;no later. "Whatever passes," said I, "the
+night will find me on board again. I trust to bring you good news,
+Mister Jacob&mdash;the best news."</p>
+
+<p>"Which would be that we were to 'bout ship and home again," says he;
+and that I did not contradict.</p>
+
+<p>Now, we were to the westward of the island when we put off, and neither
+my glass nor the others showed any good landing there. As the launch
+drew in towards the cliffs I began to get the lie of the place more
+clearly; and especially of what I call the mainland, which was
+wonderfully fresh and green in the sunlight and seemed to have some of
+the tropic luxuriance of more southern islands. About four miles long,
+I judged it to be, from the high black rock to which it rose at the
+southward point, to the low dog's-nosed reef which defended it to the
+north. Trees I could see, palms and that kind, and ripe green grasses
+on a stretch of real down-like land; but the cliffs themselves were
+steep and unpromising, and the closer we drew the less I liked the look
+of it.</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly, my lad," I said at last, "you were the wise one, after all.
+Yon's no shore for an honest man; he being made like a man and not like
+an eagle. Let's try the starboard tack and see what luck will send us."</p>
+
+<p>We headed the launch almost due south, and began to round the headland.
+The men were elated, they didn't know at what; Dolly Venn had a boy's
+delight in the difficulty.</p>
+
+<p>"An ugly shore, sir," he said, pleased at my compliment. "A very ugly
+shore. It would be a bad night which found a ship in these parts and no
+better light than the fool's beacon we saw yesterday."</p>
+
+<p>"As true as the parson's word," said I, "but, ugly or beautiful, I'll
+be up on those heights before twelve o'clock if I have to swim ashore.
+And speaking of that," said I, "there are men up yonder, or I'm a
+Dutchman!"
+
+Well, he clapped his glass to his eye and searched the green grass land
+as I had done; but the light was overstrong and the cliff quickly shut
+the view from us, so that we found ourselves presently in the loom of
+vast black rocks, with the tide running like a whirlpool, and a great
+sword-fish reef a mile from the shore, perhaps, to catch any fool that
+didn't want sea room. I took the tiller myself from this point, and
+standing well out I brought the launch round gingerly enough, but the
+water was deep and good once we were on the lee side; and no sooner did
+we head north again than I espied the cove and knew where Ruth
+Bellenden had gone ashore.</p>
+
+<p>"It's there, lad," said I, "yonder, where the sand sparkles. There'll
+be a way up the cliff and good anchorage. No one but an Irishman would
+buy an island without a harbour; you tell Mr. Bligh that when we go
+aboard again."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Bligh says he's only Irish on the mother's side, sir; that's what
+makes him bighearted towards the women. He'll be dying to come ashore
+if there are any petticoats hereabouts."</p>
+
+<p>"They haven't much use for that same garment on the Pacific Islands,"
+said I. "Peter can marry cheap here, if it's the milliners' bills he's
+minding&mdash;but I doubt, lad, from the look of it, whether we'll find a
+jewel in this port. It's a wild-looking place, to be sure it is."</p>
+
+<p>Indeed, and it was. Viewed from the eastward sea, I call Ken's Island
+the most fearsome place I have come across in all my fifteen years
+afloat. Vast cliffs, black and green and crystal, rose up sheer from
+the water in precipices for all the world like mighty steps. By here
+and there, as the ground sloped away to the northward, there were
+forests of teak (at least, I judged them to be that), pretty woods with
+every kind of palm, green valleys and grassy pastures. The sands of the
+cove were white as snow, and shone like so many precious stones pounded
+up to make a sea beach. On the north side only was there
+barrenness&mdash;for that seemed but a tongue of low land and black rock thrust
+straight out into the sea. But elsewhere it was a spectacle to impress
+a man; and I began, perhaps, to admit that Edmond Czerny had more than
+a crank's whim in his mind when he took little Ruth Bellenden to such a
+shore for her honeymoon. He had a fancy for wild places, said I, and
+this was the very spot for him. But Miss Ruth, who had always been one
+for the towns and cities and the bright things of life&mdash;what did she
+think of it? I should learn that, if she were ashore yonder.</p>
+
+<p>Now, we put straight in to the cove where the silver sand was, and no
+sooner was I ashore than I espied a rickety wooden ladder rising almost
+straight up to the cliff's head, which hereabouts was no more than
+sixty feet high. Neither man nor beast was on the beach, nor did I make
+out any sign of human habitation whatever. It was just a little sandy
+bay, lone and desolate; but directly I slipped out of the launch I
+discovered footprints leading to the ladder's foot, and I knew that men
+had gone up before me, that very morning it must be, seeing that the
+tide had ebbed and the sand was still wet. At another time I might have
+asked myself why nobody came out to meet us, and why there was no
+lookout for the island to hail a strange ship in the offing; but I was
+too eager to go ashore, and, for that matter, had my feet on the sand
+almost before the launch grounded.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you, Dolly, come up with me," said I; "the others will stand by to
+anchor until we come down again. If it's not in an hour, lads, go back
+and get your dinners; but look for me at sunset anyway, for I've no
+mind to sleep ashore, and that you may be sure of."</p>
+
+<p>They took the orders and pushed the launch off. Dolly and I ran up the
+crazy ladder and found ourselves at the cliff's head, but no better off
+in the matter of seeing than we had been before. True, the launch
+looked far down, like a toy ship in a big basin of blue water; we could
+distinguish the sword-fish reef, as the lad called it, and other reefs
+to the east and north, but the place we stood on was shut in by a black
+wood of teak and blue ebony, and, save for the rustling of the great
+leaves, we couldn't hear a sound. As for the path through the
+plantation, that was covered with long, rank grass, and some pit or
+other&mdash;I don't know what it was&mdash;gave a pungent, heavy odour which
+didn't suit a seaman's lungs. I was set against the place from the
+first&mdash;didn't like it, and told the lad as much.</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly," said I, "the sooner we have a ship's planking under our feet
+again the better for our constitutions. If there's a house in this
+locality, the ladder is the road to it, unless one of Peter Bligh's
+countrymen built it. Put your best foot foremost, my lad. We'll dine
+early if we don't lunch late."</p>
+
+<p>With this I struck the path through the wood and went straight on, not
+listening to the lad's chatter nor making any myself. The shade was
+welcome enough; there were pretty places for those that had eyes to see
+them&mdash;waterfalls splashing down from the moss-grown rocks above; little
+pools, dark and wonderfully blue; here and there a bit of green, which
+might have been the lawn of a country house. But of dwelling or of
+people I saw nothing, and to what the boy fancied that he saw I paid no
+heed.</p>
+
+<p>"You're dreaming it, young gentleman," said I, "for look now, who
+should be afraid of two unarmed seamen, and why should any honest man
+be ashamed to show his face? If there are men peeping behind the trees,
+well, let them peep, and good luck go with them. It doesn't trouble me,
+and I don't suppose it will take your appetite away. You aren't afraid
+of them, surely?"</p>
+
+<p>It was an unkind thing to have said, and the lad rightly turned upon
+me.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, sir," cried he, "I would never be afraid while I was with you."</p>
+
+<p>"Proudly put, my boy, and a compliment I won't forget. What sort of men
+did you say that they were?"</p>
+
+<p>"One was old, with a goat's beard. He wore ragged breeches and a
+seaman's blouse. I saw him directly we entered the wood. The others
+were up in the hills above the waterfall. They carried rifles."</p>
+
+<p>"Come, come, Dolly," exclaimed I. "Put them in Prussian blue at once,
+and fly the German ensign. Rifles in a place like this&mdash;and two unarmed
+strangers against them! Why should the rogues hide their beautiful
+faces? If they would know all about us, what's to prevent them? Do we
+look like highwaymen or honest fellows? Be sure, my lad, that the young
+lady I am going to see wouldn't have any blacklegs about her house.
+Ruth Bellenden's too clever for that. She'd send them about their
+business quick enough, as she's sent many a one when I was the skipper
+of her yacht. Did they tell you that, Dolly&mdash;that your skipper used to
+sail the smartest schooner-yacht that ever flew the
+<span class="nobr">ensign&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>The boy looked up at me and admitted frankly that he knew something.</p>
+
+<p>"They said the young lady owned the Manhattan, sir. I never asked much
+about it. The men were fond of her, I believe."</p>
+
+<p>"Adored her, lad. She was the daughter of Rupert Bellenden, who made a
+mint of money by building the Western American Railroad, and afterwards
+in the steel way. He was drowned at sea when the Elbe went down. His
+son got the business, but the daughter took the house and fortune&mdash;at
+least, the best part of it. She was always a rare one for the sea, and
+owned a biggish boat in her father's time. When he died she bought the
+Manhattan, more's the pity, for it carried her to Mediterranean ports,
+and there she took up with the fiddler. He was a Chevalier or
+something, and could look a woman through and through. What money he
+had was made, the Lord knows where, not out of fiddling, I'll be bound,
+for his was no music to set the tongue lilting. He'd been in the
+Pacific a while, they say, and was a Jack-of-all-trades in America.
+That's how he came across these islands, you may imagine&mdash;slap in the
+sea-way to Yokohama as they are. There's been many a good ship ashore
+on Ken's Island, lad, believe me, and there'll be many another. 'Tis no
+likely place to bring a young wife to, and none but a madman would have
+done it."</p>
+
+<p>I told him all this just in a natural way, as one man speaking to
+another of something which troubled his mind. Not that he made much of
+it&mdash;how should he?&mdash;for there were a hundred things to look at, and his
+eyes were here and there and everywhere; now up at the great black
+rocks above us; now peering into a deep gorge, over which a little
+wooden bridge carried us, just for all the world like a scaffold thrown
+from tree to tree of the wood. It was a rare picture, I admit, and when
+we came out of the thicket at last and saw the lower island spread
+before us like a chart, with its fields of crimson flowers, its
+waterfalls, its bits of pasture, and its blue seas beyond, a man might
+well have stood to tell himself that Nature never made a fairer place.
+For my part, I began to believe again that Edmond Czerny knew what he
+was about when he built a house for Miss Ruth on such a spot; and I was
+just about to tell the lad as much when a man came running up the path
+and, hailing us in a loud voice, asked us where the devil we were going
+to&mdash;or something not more civil. And, at this, I brought to and looked
+him up and down and answered him as a seaman should.</p>
+
+<p>"To the devil yourself," said I; "what's that to do with you, and what
+may your name happen to be?"</p>
+
+<p>He was a big man, dressed in blue serge, with a peak cap and a seaman's
+blouse. He had a long brown beard and a pock-marked face, and he
+carried a spy-glass under his arm. He had come up from the grassy
+valley below&mdash;and there I first saw the roof of a low bungalow, and the
+gardens about it. That was Ruth's home, I said, and this fellow was one
+of Czerny's yacht hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Not so fast, not so fast," cried he; "do you know that this is private
+land, and you've no business ashore here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why," says I, "haven't we come ashore to see you, my beauty, and
+doesn't the spectacle reward us? 'Bout ship," says I, "and have done
+with it. My business is with your mistress, whom I knew before your
+brother was hanged at 'Frisco."</p>
+
+<p>He swore a big oath at this, and, I do believe, was half of the mind to
+try which was the better man; but when he had looked down at the
+gardens of the bungalow, and a white figure was plainly to be seen
+there, he seemed to think better of it, and changed his tone entirely.</p>
+
+<p>"Avast," cries he, with a bit of a laugh, "you're one of the right
+sort, and no mistaking that! And where would you be from, and what
+would you be wanting here?" he asks, grown civil as a bagman with a bit
+of ribbon to sell.</p>
+
+<p>"Shipmate," says I, "if I'm one of the right sort, my port's
+Southampton and my flag's the ensign. Take me down to Mme. Czerny, whom
+I see among the flower-beds yonder, and you shall know enough about me
+in five minutes to bring the tears to your beautiful eyes. And come,"
+says I, chaffing him, "are there any girls in this bit of a paradise?
+If so," says I, "I should call 'em lucky when I look at you."</p>
+
+<p>Well, he took it sourly enough, but I could see he was mighty curious
+to hear more about me, and as we went down a winding path to the
+bungalow in the valley he put many questions to me, and I tried to
+answer them civilly. Like all seamen he had no silent wits of his own,
+and every word he thought, that he must speak.</p>
+
+<p>"The guv'nor's not here," he said; "gone to 'Frisco. Lucky for you, for
+he don't like strangers. Aye," he goes on, "he's a wonderful man for
+his own way; to be sure he is. You'll be aboard and away before sunset,
+or you might see him. Take my advice and put about. The shore's
+unwholesome," says he.</p>
+
+<p>"By the looks of you," says I, "you've nothing more than jaundice, and
+that I can put up with. As for your guv'nor, I remember him well when
+he and I did the light fandango together in European ports. He was
+always a wonder with the fiddle. My mistress could lead him like a
+pug-dog. I don't doubt she's a bit of a hand at it still."</p>
+
+<p>Now, this set him thinking, and he put two and two together, I suppose,
+and knew pretty well who I was.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll be Jasper Begg that sailed the lady's yacht Manhattan?" says
+he. "Well, I've heard of you often, and from her own lips. She'll be
+pleased to see you, right enough&mdash;though what the guv'nor might say is
+another matter. You see," he went on, "this same island is a paradise,
+sure as thunder; but it's lonely for women-kind, and your mistress, she
+don't take to it kindly. Not that she's complaining, or anything of
+that sort. A lady who has rings for her fingers and bells for her toes,
+and all real precious, same as any duchess might wear, she don't
+complain long. Why, my guv'nor could make his very teeth out of diamonds
+and not miss 'em, come to that! But his missus is always plaguing him
+to take her to Europe, and that game. As if he don't want a wife in his
+own home, and not in another man's, which is sense, Mister Begg, though
+it is spoke by a plain seaman."</p>
+
+<p>I said, "Aye, aye," and held my tongue, knowing that he would go on
+with it. We were almost down at the house now, and the cliffs stood
+like a great cloud of solid rock, above which a loom of smoke was
+floating. Dolly walked at my heels like a patient dog. My own feelings
+are not for me to tell. I was going to see Ruth Bellenden again. Why,
+she was there in yonder garden, and nothing between us but this great
+hulking yellow boy, who took to buttonholing me as a parson buttonholes
+his churchwarden when he wants a new grate in his drawing-room.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," says he, standing before me as one who had half a mind to block
+the road, "you be advised by me, Mister Begg, and cut this job short.
+Don't you be listening to a woman's parley, for it's all nonsense. I've
+done wrong to let you ashore, perhaps&mdash;perhaps I haven't; but, ashore
+or afloat, it's my business to see that the guv'nor's orders is carried
+out, and carried out they will be, one man or twenty agen 'em. Do you
+take a plain word or do you not, Mister Begg?"</p>
+
+<p>"I take whatever's going, and don't trouble about the sugar," says I;
+and then, putting him aside, I lifted the latch of the garden gate, and
+went in and saw Miss Ruth.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_03"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER III</h3>
+
+<h4>IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES UP HIS MIND WHAT TO DO</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">Now</span>, she was sitting in the garden,
+in a kind of arbour built of
+leaves, and near by her was her relative, the rats'-tailed old lady we
+used to call Aunt Rachel. The pair didn't see me as I passed in, but a
+Chinese servant gave "Good-day" to the yellow man we'd picked up coming
+down; and, at that, Miss Ruth&mdash;for so I call her, not being able to get
+Mme. Czerny into my head&mdash;Miss Ruth, I say, stood up, and, the colour
+tumbling into her cheeks like the tide into an empty pool, she stood
+for all the world as though she were struck dumb and unable to say a
+word to any man. I, meanwhile, fingered my hat and looked foolish; for
+it was an odd kind of job to have come twelve thousand miles upon, and
+what to say to her with the hulking seaman at my elbow, the Lord
+forgive me if I knew.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," says I at last, "I'm here according to orders, and the
+ship's here, and we're waiting for you to go
+<span class="nobr">aboard&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, she seemed to hear me like one who did not catch the meaning of
+it. I saw her put her hand to her throat as though something were
+choking her, and the old lady, the one we called Aunt Rachel, cried,
+"God bless me," two or three times together. But the yellow man was the
+next to speak, and he crossed right over to our Miss Ruth's side, and
+talked in her ear in a voice you could have heard up at the hills.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll not be going aboard to-day, lady. Why, what would the master
+have to say, he coming home from foreign parts and you not ashore to
+meet him? You didn't say nothing about any ship, not as I can remember,
+and mighty pleased the guv'nor will be when he knows about it. Shall I
+tell this party he'd better be getting aboard again, eh, ma'am? Don't
+you think as he'd better be getting aboard again?"</p>
+
+<p>He shouted this out for all the world like a man hailing from one ship
+to another. I don't know what put it into my head, but I knew from that
+moment that my mistress was afraid, aye, deadly afraid, as it is given
+few to fear in this life. Not that she spoke of it, or showed it by any
+sign a stranger might have understood; but there was a look in her eyes
+which was clear to me; "and by my last word," said I to myself, "I'll
+know the truth this day, though there be one or a hundred yellow boys!"
+None the less, I held my tongue as a wise man should, and what I said
+was spoken to the party with the beard.</p>
+
+<p>"You've a nice soft voice for a nightingale, that you have," says I;
+"if you'd let yourself out for a fog-horn to the Scilly Isles, you'd go
+near to make your fortune! Is the young lady deaf that you want to bawl
+like a harbour-master? Easy, my man," says I, "you'll hurt your
+beautiful throat."</p>
+
+<p>Well, he turned round savage enough, but my mistress, who had stood all
+the while like a statue, spoke now for the first time, and holding out
+both her hands to me, she cried:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Captain Begg, Captain Begg, is it you at last, to walk right here
+like this? I can't believe it," she said; "I really can't believe it!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, that's so," said I, catching her American accent, which was the
+prettiest thing you ever heard; "I'm on the way to 'Frisco, and I put
+in here according to my promise. My ship's out yonder, Miss Ruth, and
+there's some aboard that knows you&mdash;Peter Bligh and Mister Jacob; and
+this one, this is little Dolly Venn," said I, presenting him, "though
+he'll grow bigger by-and-bye."</p>
+
+<p>With this I pushed the boy forward, and he, all silly and blushing as
+sailors will be when they see a pretty woman above their station&mdash;he
+took her hand and heaved it like a pump-handle; while old Aunt Rachel,
+the funny old woman in the glasses, she began to talk a lot of nonsense
+about seamen, as she always did, and for a minute or two we might have
+been a party of friends met at a street corner.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad to find you well, Captain Begg," said she. "Such a dangerous
+life, too, the mariner's. I always pity you poor fellows when you climb
+the rattlesnakes on winter's nights."</p>
+
+<p>"Ratlins, you mean, ma'am," said I, "though for that matter, a syllable
+or two don't count either way. And I hope you're not poorly, ma'am, on
+this queer shore."</p>
+
+<p>"I like the island," says she, solemn and stiff-like; "my dear nephew
+is an eccentric, but we must take our bread as we find it on this
+earth, Mister Begg, and thankful for it too. Poor Ruth, now, she is
+dreadfully distressed and unhappy; but I tell her it will all come
+right in the end. Let her be patient a little while and she will have
+her own way. She wants for nothing here&mdash;she has every comfort. If her
+husband chooses such a home for her, she must submit. It is our duty to
+submit to our husbands, captain, as the catechism teaches us."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, when you've got 'em," thought I, but I nodded my head to the old
+lady, and turned to my mistress, who was now speaking to me.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll lunch here; why, yes, captain&mdash;you mustn't find us
+inhospitable, even if you leave us at once. Mr. Denton, will you please
+to tell them that Captain Begg lunches with me&mdash;as soon as possible?"</p>
+
+<p>She turned to the yellow man to give him the order; but there was no
+mistaking the look which passed between them, saying on her side:
+"Allow me to do this," on his, "You will suffer for it afterwards." But
+he went up to the veranda of the house right enough, and while he was
+bawling to the cook, I spoke the first plain word to Mme. Czerny.</p>
+
+<p>"Mistress," I said, "the ship's there&mdash;shall we go or stay?"</p>
+
+<p>I had meant it to be the plain truth between us; on her part the
+confession whether she needed me or did not; on mine the will to serve
+her whatever might happen to me. To my dying day, I shall never forget
+her answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Go," she said, so low that it was little more than a whisper, "but,
+oh, for God's sake, Jasper Begg, come back to me again."</p>
+
+<p>I nodded my head and turned the talk. The man Denton, the one with the
+yellow beard (rated as Kess Denton on the island), was back at my side
+almost before she had finished. The old lady began to talk about
+"curling-spikes" and "blue Saint Peters," and how much the anchor
+weighed, and all that sort of blarney which she thought ship-shape and
+suited to a poor sailor-man's understanding. I told her a story of a
+shark that swallowed a missionary and his hymn-book, and always swam
+round our ship at service times afterwards&mdash;and that kept her thinking
+a bit. As for little Dolly Venn, he couldn't keep his eyes off Miss
+Ruth&mdash;and I didn't wonder, for mine went that way pretty often. Aye,
+she had changed, too, in those twelve months that had passed since last
+I saw her, the prettiest bride that ever held out a finger for a ring
+in the big church at Nice. Her cheeks were all fallen away and flushed
+with a colour which was cruelly unhealthy to see. The big blue eyes,
+which I used to see full of laughter and a young girl's life, were
+ringed round with black, and pitiful when they looked at you. The hair
+parted above the forehead, as it always was, and brought down in curls
+above her little ears, didn't seem to me so full of golden threads as
+it used to be. But it was good to hear her plucky talk, there at the
+dinner-table, when she chattered away like some sweet-singing bird, and
+Dolly couldn't turn away his eyes, and the yellow boy stood, sour and
+savage, behind her chair, and threw out hints for me to sheer off which
+might have moved the Bass Rock. Not that he need have troubled himself,
+for I had made up my mind already what to do; and no sooner was the
+food stowed away than I up and spoke about the need of getting on
+again, and such like. And with that I said "Good-bye" to Mistress Ruth
+and "Good-bye" to the old woman, and had a shot left in my locker for
+the yellow boy, which I don't doubt pleased him mightily.</p>
+
+<p>"Good luck to you," says I; "if you'd a wisp of your hair, I'd put it
+in my locket and think of you sometimes. When you want anything from
+London you just shout across the sea and we'll be hearing you.
+Deadman's Horn is nothing to you," said I; "you'd scare a ship out of
+the sea, if you wasn't gentle to her."</p>
+
+<p>Mind you, I said all this as much to put him off as anything else, for
+I'd been careful enough to blab no word about the Southern Cross being
+Miss Ruth's very own ship, nor about her orders that we should call at
+Ken's Island; and I knew that when a man's angry at what you say to him
+he doesn't think much of two and two making four, but as often as not
+makes them eight or ten. May-be, said I, he'll make it out that I'm on
+a tramp bound for 'Frisco and have touched here on the way&mdash;and
+certainly he won't look for my coming back again once he sees our smoke
+on the sky-line. Nor was I wrong. My mistress was to tell me that much
+before twelve hours had passed.</p>
+
+<p>And so it was that I said "Good-bye" to her, she standing at the
+garden-gate with a brave smile upon her pretty face, and the yellow man
+behind her like a savage dog that is afraid to bite, but has all the
+mind to. At the valley's head I turned about, and she was still there,
+looking up wistfully to the hills we trod. Thrice I waved my hand to
+her, and thrice she answered, and then together, the lad and I, we
+entered the dark wood and saw her no more.</p>
+
+<p>"Your best leg forward, lad," said I to him, "and mum's the word.
+There's work to do on the ship, and work ashore for a woman's sake. Are
+you game for that, Dolly&mdash;are you game, my boy?"</p>
+
+<p>Well, he didn't answer me. Some one up in the black gorge above fired a
+rifle just as I spoke; and the bullet came singing down like a bird on
+the wing. Not a soul could I see, not a sound could I hear when the
+rolling echoes had passed away. It was just the silence of the thicket
+and of the great precipices which headed it&mdash;a silence which might
+freeze a man's heart because the danger which threatened him was
+hidden.</p>
+
+<p>"Crouch low to the rocks, lad, and go easy," cried I, when my wits came
+back again; "that's a tongue it doesn't do to quarrel with. The dirty
+skunks&mdash;to fire on unarmed men! But we'll return it, Dolly; as I live
+I'll fire a dozen for every one they send us."</p>
+
+<p>"Return it, sir," says he; "but aren't you going aboard?"</p>
+
+<p>"Aye," says I, "and coming back again like drift on an open sea. Now
+let me see you skip across that bridge, and no mistake about it."</p>
+
+<p>He darted across the chasm's bridge like a chamois. I followed him
+quick and clumsy. If my heart was in my mouth&mdash;well, let that pass. Not
+for my own sake did I fear mortal man that day, but for the sake of a
+woman whose very life I believed to be in danger.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_04"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER IV</h3>
+
+<h4>WE GO ABOARD, BUT RETURN AGAIN</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">We</span> made the ship safely when twenty
+minutes were passed, and ten minutes later, Mister Jacob and Peter Bligh
+were in my cabin with me.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," I said, for it was not a day when a man picked his talk;
+"lads," said I, "this ship goes full steam ahead for 'Frisco, and
+you'll be wanting to know the reason why. Well, that's right and
+proper. Let me tell you that she's steaming to 'Frisco because it's the
+shortest way to Ken's Island."</p>
+
+<p>They looked queer at this, but my manner kept them silent. Every man
+aboard the Southern Cross had heard the gun fired up in the hills, and
+every one knew that Dolly Venn and the skipper had raced for their
+lives to the water's edge. "What next?" they asked; and I meant to tell
+them.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said I, "the shortest way to Ken's Island, and no mistake about
+it. For what does a man do when he sees some one in a house and the
+front door's slammed in his face? Why, he goes to the back door
+certainly, and for choice when the night's dark and the blinds are
+down. That's what I'm going to do this night, lads, for the sake of a
+bit of a girl you and I would sail far to serve."</p>
+
+<p>They said, "Aye, aye," and drew their chairs closer. The men had been
+piped down to dinner, but Peter Bligh forgot his, and that was
+extraordinary peculiar in him. Mister Jacob took snuff as though it
+were chocolate powder, and the whole of a man spoke from his little
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Listen," said I, beginning to tell them what you know already, "here
+have we sailed twelve thousand miles at Ruth Bellenden's order, and how
+does she receive us? Why, with a nod she might give a neighbour going
+by in the <span class="nobr">street&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"They not being on speaking terms except in church," put in Peter
+Bligh.</p>
+
+<p>"Or she wishing him to get on with his business," said Mister Jacob,
+"and not to gossip when there was work to do."</p>
+
+<p>"Be that as it may," I ran on, "the facts are as plain to me as eight
+bells for noon. Ruth Bellenden's married to a foreigner who's next door
+to a madman. Why, look at it&mdash;what was the only word she had the time
+or the chance to say? 'For God's sake, come back, Jasper Begg,' says
+she. And what am I going to do upon that, gentlemen? Why, I'm going
+back, so help me heaven, this very night to learn her trouble."</p>
+
+<p>"And to bring her aboard where she could tell it on a fair course, so
+to speak. You'll do that, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"The night will show what I shall do, Mister Jacob. Was there ever such
+a story? A man to marry the best creature that ever put on a pretty
+bonnet, and to carry her to a god-forsaken shore like this! And to
+ill-treat her there! Aye, that's it. If ever a woman's eyes spoke to me of
+hard treatment, it was Ruth Bellenden's this morning. She's some
+trouble, lads, some dreadful trouble. She doesn't even speak of it to
+me. The yellow boy I've made mention of stood by her all the time. We
+talked like two that pass by on the ocean. Who'll gainsay that it was
+an unnatural thing? No mortal man can, with reason!"</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, there's precious little reason in it, by what I make out,
+captain. You'll know more when the young lady's aboard
+<span class="nobr">here&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"And the yellow boy's head has a bump on the top of it, like the knob
+what used to hang down from my mother's chandelay&mdash;but that's idle
+talking. What time do you put her about to go ashore, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>I was glad to see them coming to it like this, and I fell to the plan
+without further parley.</p>
+
+<p>"A fair question and a fair answer," said I; "this ship goes about at
+eight bells, Peter. To Mister Jacob here I trust the safety of the good
+fellows who go ashore with me. If we can bring the mistress aboard
+to-night, well and good, we've done the best day's work we ever set our
+hands to. If not, that work must rest until tomorrow night, or the
+night after or the night after that. Eight days from now if it happens
+that nothing is heard from the land and no news of us, well, the course
+is plain. In that case it will be full steam ahead to 'Frisco, and from
+there a cable to Kenrick Bellenden, and the plain intimation that his
+sister has pretty bad need of him on Ken's Island."</p>
+
+<p>"And of an American warship, if one is forthcoming."</p>
+
+<p>"It may be, Mister Jacob; it may be that, though the devils ashore
+there are the only ones that could tell you that. But you're a man of
+understanding, and your part will be done. I rely upon you as between
+shipmates."</p>
+
+<p>He took a pinch of snuff, and flapping his coat-tails (for he was
+always rigged out in the naval officer way) he answered what I wished.</p>
+
+<p>"As between shipmates, I will do my duty," said he.</p>
+
+<p>"I knew it; I've known it from the beginning," said I. "What's left
+when you've done is the shore part, and that's not so easy. Peter
+Bligh's coming, and I couldn't well leave Dolly on board. Give me our
+hulking carpenter, Seth Barker, and I'll lighten the ship no more.
+We're short-handed as it is. And, besides, if four won't serve, then
+forty would be no better. What we can do yonder, wits, and not
+revolvers, must bring about. But I'll not go with sugar-sticks, you
+take my word for it, and any man that points a gun at me will wish he'd
+gone shooting sheep."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, aye, to that," cried Peter, who was ever a man for a fight; "the
+shooting first and the civil words after. That's sense and no blarney.
+When my poor father was tried at Swansea, his native place, for hitting
+an Excise man with a <span class="nobr">ham&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Bligh," cried I, "'tis not with hams you'll be hitting folks
+yonder, take my word for it. This job may find us on a child's errand
+or it may find us doing men's work. Eight bells on the first watch will
+tell the whole of the story. Until that time I shall hold my tongue
+about it, but I don't go ashore as I go to a picnic, and I don't make a
+boast about what I may presently cry out about."</p>
+
+<p>Well, they were both of my way of thinking, and when we'd talked a
+little more about it, and I'd opened the arm-chest and looked over the
+few guns and pistols we'd got there, and we'd called the lad Dolly down
+and promised him that he should come with us, and the men had been
+given to understand that the skipper was to go ashore by-and-bye on an
+important business, Peter and the others went to their dinner and I
+took my turn on the bridge. The swell was running strongly then, and
+the wind blew fresh from the north-east. We'd lost all sight of the
+island, and spoke but one ship, a small mail steamer from Santa Cruz
+bound for the Yellow Sea, which signalled us "All well" at six bells in
+the afternoon watch. From that time I went dead slow and began to bring
+the Southern Cross about. The work was begun that very hour, I always
+say.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I've told all this, short and brief, and with no talk of my own
+about it. The thing had come so sudden, I knew so little of Ruth
+Bellenden's trouble or of what had befallen her on the island, that I
+was like a man in the dark groping blindly, yet set on hearing the
+truth. As for the crew, well, you may be sure that Dolly Venn had put
+his side of the story about, and when they knew that my mistress was
+ashore there and in some danger, I believe they'd have put me in irons
+if I'd so much as spoken of going back.</p>
+
+<p>Risky it was, so much I won't deny; but who wouldn't risk more than his
+own paltry skin to save a woman in trouble, and she, so to speak, a
+shipmate? There was not a man aboard, stake my life, who wouldn't have
+gone to the land willingly for Ruth Bellenden's sake though he'd been
+told, sure and certain, that Ken's Island must be his grave. And we'd
+always the ship, mind you, and the knowledge that she would go to
+'Frisco to get us help. A fool's hope, I say now. For how could we know
+that the Southern Cross would be at the bottom of the sea, a thousand
+fathoms down, before the week was run? We couldn't know it; yet that
+was what happened, and that is why no help came to us.</p>
+
+<p>We had put the ship about at six bells in the afternoon watch, but it
+was eight bells in the second dog (the night being too clear for my
+liking and a full moon showing bright in the sky) that we sighted Ken's
+Island for the second time, and for the second time prepared to go
+ashore. The longboat was ready by this time, her barrels full of water
+and her lockers full of biscuit. Such arms as we were to carry were
+partly stowed in water-proof sheeting&mdash;the rifles, and the cartridges
+for them; but the revolvers we carried, and a good Sheffield knife a
+man, which we weren't going to cut potatoes with. For the rest, I made
+them put in a few stout blankets, and more rations than might have
+served for such a trip. "Good beginnings make good endings," said I;
+"what we haven't need of, lads, we can carry aboard again. The
+longboat's back won't ache, be sure of it."</p>
+
+<p>All this, I say, was done when the moon showed us the island like a
+great barren rock rising up sheer from the sea. And when it was done,
+Mister Jacob called my attention to something which in the hurry of
+shore-going I might never have seen at all or thought about. It was
+nothing less than this&mdash;that their fool's beacon was out to-night, and
+all the sea about it as black as ink. Whoever set up the light, then,
+did not use it for a seaman's benefit, but for his own whim. I reckoned
+up the situation at a glance, and even at that early stage I began to
+know the terrible meaning of it.</p>
+
+<p>"Mister Jacob," said I, "those that keep that beacon are either fools
+or knaves."</p>
+
+<p>"Or both, sir," said he.</p>
+
+<p>"Which one is the own brother to the other. Aye, captain, 'tis lucky
+ye've the parish lantern, as my poor father used to say
+<span class="nobr">when&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>But Peter Bligh never finished it that night. The words were still in
+his mouth when a rocket shot up over the sea and bursting in a cloud of
+gold-blue sparks, cast a weird, cold light upon rock and reef and all
+that troubled sea. And as the rocket fell our big carpenter, Seth
+Barker, standing aft by the hatch, cries out,</p>
+
+<p>"Ship ashore! Ship ashore, <span class="nobr">by&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;!"</span></p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_05"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER V</h3>
+
+<h4>STRANGE SIGHTS ASHORE, AND WHAT WE SAW OF THEM</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">Now</span>, when Seth Barker cried out that
+a ship was ashore on the dangerous
+reefs to the northward of the main island, it is not necessary to tell
+you what we, a crew of British seamen, were called upon to do. The
+words were scarcely spoken before I had given the order, "Stand by the
+boats," and sent every man to his station. Excited the hands were, that
+I will not deny; excited and willing enough to tell you about it if
+you'd asked them; but no man among them opened his lips, and while they
+stood there, anxious and ready, I had my glass to my eye and tried to
+make out the steamer and what had befallen her. Nor was Mister Jacob
+behind me, but he and Peter Bligh at my side, we soon knew the truth
+and made up our minds about it.</p>
+
+<p>"There's a ship on the reef, sure enough, and by the cut of her she's
+the Santa Cruz we spoke this afternoon," said Mr. Jacob, and added, "a
+dangerous shore, sir, a dangerous shore."</p>
+
+<p>"But full of kind-hearted people that fire their guns at poor
+shipwrecked mariners," put in Peter Bligh. I wouldn't believe him at
+first, but there was no denying it, awful truth that it was, when a few
+minutes had passed.</p>
+
+<p>"Good God," cried I, "it can't be so, Peter, and yet that's a rifle's
+tongue, or I've lost my hearing."</p>
+
+<p>Well, we all stood together and listened as men listen for some poor
+creature's death-cry, or the sounds which come in the stillness of the
+night to affright and unnerve us. Sure enough, you couldn't have
+counted ten before the report of guns was heard distinctly above the
+distant roar of breakers; while flashes of crimson light, playing about
+the reef, seemed to tell the whole story without another word from me.</p>
+
+<p>"Those devils ashore are shooting the crew," cried I; "did man ever
+hear such bloody work? I'll have a reckoning for this, if it takes me
+twenty years. Lower away the boats, lads; I'm going to dance to that
+music."</p>
+
+<p>They swung the two longboats out on the davits, and the port crew were
+in their seats, when Mister Jacob touched my arm and questioned my
+order&mdash;a thing I haven't known him to do twice in ten years.</p>
+
+<p>"Beg pardon, sir," said he, "but there's no boat that will help the
+Santa Cruz to-night."</p>
+
+<p>"And why, Mister Jacob&mdash;why do you say that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because she's gone where neither you nor I wish to go yet awhile,
+Mister Begg."</p>
+
+<p>I stood as though he had shot me, and clapping my glass to my eye I
+took another look towards the northern reef and the ship that was
+stranded there. But no ship was to be seen. She had disappeared in a
+twinkling; the sea had swallowed her up. And over the water, as an
+eerie wail, lasting and doleful, came the death-cries of those who
+perished with her.</p>
+
+<p>"God rest their poor souls and punish them that sent them there," said
+Peter Bligh fervently; but Mister Jacob was still full of his prudent
+talk.</p>
+
+<p>"We're four miles out, and the moon will be gone in ten minutes, sir.
+You couldn't make the reef if you tried, and if you could, you'd find
+none living. This sea would best the biggest boat that ever a ship
+carried&mdash;it will blow harder in an hour, and what then? We've friends
+of our own to serve, and the door that Providence opens we've no right
+to shut. I say nothing against humanity, Captain Begg, but I wouldn't
+hunt the dead in the water when I could help the living ashore."</p>
+
+<p>I saw his point in a moment, and had nothing to say against it. No
+small boat could have lived in the reefs about the northern end of the
+island with the sea that was running that night. If the devils who
+fired down upon the poor fellows of the Santa Cruz were still watching
+like vultures for human meat, fair argument said, the main island would
+be free of them for us to go ashore as we pleased. A better opportunity
+might not be found for a score of months. I never blame myself, least
+of all now, when I know Ruth Bellenden's story, that I listened that
+night to the clearheaded wisdom of Anthony Jacob.</p>
+
+<p>"You're right, as always, Mister Jacob. I've no call to take these good
+fellows on a fool's errand. And it's going to blow hard, as you say.
+We'll take in one of the boats, and those that are for the shore will
+make haste to get aboard the other."</p>
+
+<p>This I said to him, but to the men I put it in a few seaman's words.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," I said, "no boat that Southampton ever built could swim in
+yonder tide where it makes between the reefs. We'd like to help
+shipmates, but the chance is not ours. There's another little shipmate
+ashore there that needs our help pretty badly. I'm going in for her
+sake, and there's not a man of you that will not do his duty by the
+ship when I'm gone. Aye, you'll stand by Mister Jacob, lads, I may tell
+him that?"</p>
+
+<p>They gave me a rousing cheer, which was a pretty foolish thing to have
+done, and it took all my voice to silence them. Lucky for us, there was
+a cloud over the moon now, and darkness like a black vapour upon the
+sea. Not a lamp burned on the Southern Cross; not a cabin window but
+had its curtain. What glow came from her funnel was not more than a
+hazy red light over the waters; and when five of us (for we took Harry
+Doe to stand by ashore) stepped into the longboat, and set her head due
+west for the land, we lost the steamer in five minutes&mdash;and, God knows,
+we were never to see her again on the high seas or off.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I have said that the wind had begun to blow fresh since sunset,
+and at two bells in the first watch, the time we left the ship, the sea
+ran high, and it was not oversafe even in the longboat to be cruising
+for a shore we knew so little about. I have always accounted it more
+good luck than good seamanship which brought us to the cove at last,
+and set us all, wet but cheerful, on the dry, white sand about the
+ladder's foot. There was shelter in the bay both for man and ship, and
+when we'd dragged the longboat up on the beach we gave Harry Doe his
+orders and left him to his duty.</p>
+
+<p>"If there's danger fire your gun," said I&mdash;"once, if you wish to call
+us; twice, if you think we should stand off. But you won't do that
+unless things are at the worst, and I'm hoping for the best, when you
+won't do it at all."</p>
+
+<p>He answered, "Aye, aye," in a whisper which was like a bear's growl;
+and we four, Peter Bligh, Seth Barker, and the lad Dolly, besides
+myself, climbed the ladder like cats and stood at the cliff's head. To
+say that our hearts were in our mouths would not be strict truth, for I
+never feared any man, beast, or devil yet; and I wasn't going to begin
+that night&mdash;nor were the others more ready, that I will answer for
+them. But remembering the things we had seen on the reef, the words
+which Ruth Bellenden had spoken to me, and that which happened to the
+lad and myself last time we came ashore; remembering this, it's not to
+be wondered at that our hearts beat a bit quicker, and that our hands
+went now and again to the pistols we carried. For, just think of
+it&mdash;there we were at nine o'clock of a dark night, in a thick wood, with
+the trees making ghosts about us, and the path as narrow as a ship's
+plank, and no knowledge who walked the woods with us, nor any true
+reckoning of our circumstance. What man wouldn't have held his tongue
+at such a time, or argued with himself that it might end badly, and he
+never see the sun again? Not Jasper Begg, as I bear witness.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I put myself at the head of our fellows and, the better to find
+the track, I went down on my hands and my knees like a four-footed
+thing, and signalling to those behind with a bosun's whistle, I led
+them well enough through the wood to the wicker-basket bridge; and
+would have gone on from there straight down to the house but for
+something which happened at the clearing of the thicket, just as I
+stood up to bid the men go over. Startling it was, to be sure, and
+enough to give any man a turn; nor did I wonder that Peter Bligh should
+have cried out as he did when first he clapped eyes upon it.</p>
+
+<p>"Holy Mother of Music," says he, "'tis the angels singing, or I'm a
+dirty nigger!"</p>
+
+<p>"Hold your tongue," says I, in a whisper; "are you afraid of two young
+women, then?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of three," says he, "which being odd is lucky. When my poor
+<span class="nobr">father&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"To hell with your father," says I; "hold your tongue and wait."</p>
+
+<p>He lay low at this, and the rest of us gaped, open-mouthed, as though
+we were staring at a fairy-book. There, before us, coming down from the
+black rocks above, leaping from step to step of the stone, were three
+young girls; but, aye, the queerest sort that ever tantalized a man
+with their prettiness. You may well ask, the night being inky dark, how
+we managed to see them at all; but let me tell you that they carried
+good rosin torches in their hands, and the wild light, all gold and
+crimson against the rocks, shone as bright as a ship's flare and as
+far. Never have I seen such a thing, I say, and never shall. There were
+the three of them, like young deer on a bleak hillside, singing and
+laughing and leaping down, and, what's more, speaking to each other in
+an odd lingo, with here a word of French and there a word of German,
+and after that something that was beyond me and foreign to my
+understanding.</p>
+
+<p>"God be good to me&mdash;saw man ever such a sight? And the dress of 'em,
+the dress of 'em," whispers Peter Bligh. But I clapped my hand upon his
+mouth and stopped him that time.</p>
+
+<p>"The dress is all right," said I; "what I'm wondering is how three of
+that sort came in such a place as this. And well born too, well born,
+or I don't know the meaning of the term!"</p>
+
+<p>They were pretty creatures and their dress was like the rest of them.
+Short skirts all looped and filled with flowers, toggery above cut out
+of some white skin, with caps to match and their hair falling in big
+ramping curls about it&mdash;they were for all the world like the dancers
+you see at a stage play and just as active. And to hear their voices,
+sweet and musical, floating from ravine to ravine like a choir singing
+in a place of echoes, aye that was something you might not soon forget.
+But what they were doing in such a place, or how they came there, the
+Lord above alone knew, and not a plain seaman like Jasper Begg.</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-054">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-054.jpg" height="700" width="398" alt="Like dancers at a stage play" /></p>
+
+<p class="pictitle">Like dancers at a stage play.</p>
+
+<p>"What are they saying, Peter&mdash;what do you make of it?" I asked him,
+under my breath.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis the French lingo," says he, foolish-like, "and if it's not that,
+'tis the German&mdash;leastwise no Christian man that I know of could
+distinguish between 'em."</p>
+
+<p>"Peter," says I, "that's what you learn in the asylum. 'Tis no more the
+French lingo than your own. Why, hearken to it."</p>
+
+<p>Well, he listened, and soon we heard a pretty echo from the valley, for
+they'd gone down towards the gardens now; and one word repeated often
+had as nice a touch of music as I remember hearing. It was just this:
+"Rosamunda&mdash;munda&mdash;munda," and you can't think how fresh the young
+voice sounded in that lonely place, or what a chill it gave a man when
+he remembered the devils over at the reef and what they'd done to the
+crew of the Santa Cruz. I do believe to this day that our fellows
+imagined they'd seen nothing more nor less than an apparition out of
+the black rocks above them; and it wasn't until I'd spoken to them in
+good honest English that I got them to go on again.</p>
+
+<p>"Flesh or spirit, that's not a lot to whiten a man's gills," cried I;
+"why, thunder, Peter Bligh, you're big enough to put 'em all in your
+pocket, and soft enough they'd lie when they got there. Do you mean to
+tell me," I asked him, "that four hale and strong men are to be
+frightened out of their wits by three pretty girls?&mdash;and you a
+religious man, too, Peter! Why, I'm ashamed of you, that I am, lads,
+right down ashamed of you!"</p>
+
+<p>They plucked up at this, and Peter he made haste to excuse himself.</p>
+
+<p>"If they was Christian men with knives in their hands," says he, "I'd
+put up a bit of a prayer, and trust to the Lord to shoot 'em; but them
+three's agen all reason, at this time of night in such a lone place."</p>
+
+<p>"Go on with you, Peter," chimes in Dolly Venn; "three ripping little
+girls, and don't I wish they'd ask me in to tea! Why, look, they're
+down by the house now, and somebody with them, though whether it's a
+man or a woman I really don't pretend to say."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm derned if I don't think it's a lion," says Seth Barker, asking my
+pardon for the liberty.</p>
+
+<p>We all stood still at this, for we were on the hillside just above the
+house now; and down on the fair grass-way below us we espied the three
+little girls with their torches still burning, and they as deep in talk
+with a stranger as a man might have been with his own mother. A more
+remarkable human being than the one these little ladies had happened
+upon I don't look to see again the world around. Man or lion&mdash;God
+forgive me if I know what to call him. He'd hair enough, shaggy hair
+curling about his shoulders, to have stuffed a feather bed. His dress
+was half man's, half woman's. He'd a tattered petticoat about his legs,
+a seaman's blouse for his body, and a lady's shawl above that upon his
+shoulders&mdash;his legs were bare as a barked tree, and what boots he had
+should have been in the rag-shop. More wonderful still was it to see
+the manner of the young ladies towards him&mdash;for I shall always call
+them that&mdash;they petted him and fondled him, and one put a mock crown of
+roses on his head. Then, with that pretty song of theirs,
+"Rosamunda&mdash;munda&mdash;munda," they all ran off together towards the
+northern shore and left us in the darkness, as surprised a party of men as
+you'll readily meet with.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," says Peter Bligh, and he was the first among us to speak,
+"yon's a nice shipmate to speak on a quiet road. So help me thunder,
+but I wouldn't pass round the tin for him in a beauty show, no, not
+much! Did ye see the hair of him, captain&mdash;did ye see the hair?"</p>
+
+<p>"And the girls kissing him as though he were Apollo," cries Dolly Venn,
+who, I don't doubt, would have done the kissing willingly himself. But
+I hushed their talk, and without more ado I went straight down to Ruth
+Bellenden's house. All the strange things we'd seen and heard, the
+uncanny sights, the firing on the reef, the wild man ashore, the little
+girls from the hills&mdash;all these, I say, began to tell me my mistress's
+story as a written book might never have done. "She's need of me," I
+said, "sore need; and by God's help I'll bring her out of this place
+before to-morrow's sun."</p>
+
+<p>For how should I know what long days must pass before I was to leave
+Ken's Island again?</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_06"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER VI</h3>
+
+<h4>JASPER BEGG MEETS HIS OLD MISTRESS, AND IS WATCHED</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">I had</span> made up my mind to take every
+proper precaution before going up
+to the house where my mistress lived; and with caution in my head I
+left Seth Barker, the carpenter, up on the hill path, while I set Peter
+Bligh at the gate of the garden, and posted Dolly Venn round at the
+northern side, where the men who had looted the Santa Cruz might be
+looked for with any others that I had no knowledge of. When this was
+done, and they understood that they were to fire a gun if the need
+arose, I opened the wicket-gate and crept up the grass path for all the
+world like an ill-visaged fellow who had no true business there. Not a
+sound could I hear in all that place; not a dog barked, nor a human
+voice spoke. Even the wind came fitful and gusty about the sheltered
+house; and so quiet was it between the squalls that my own footfall
+almost could scare me. For, you see, a whisper spoken at the wrong time
+might have undone all&mdash;a clumsy step have cost us more than a man cared
+to count. We were but four, and, for all I know, there might have been
+four hundred on Ken's Island. You don't wonder therefore, if I asked
+myself at times whether to-morrow's sun would find us living or what
+our misfortune might spell for one I had come so far to serve.</p>
+
+<p>It was very dark in the garden, as I have told you, but two of the
+windows in the house were lighted up and two golden rings of light
+thrown out upon the soft grass I trod. I stood a long time debating
+which window to knock open&mdash;for it was a fearful lottery, I must
+say&mdash;and when I'd turned it over and over in my head, and now made out that
+it was this window and now plumped for the other, I took up a pebble at
+last and cast it upon the pane nearest to the door&mdash;for that seemed to
+me the more likely room, and I'd nothing else but common sense to guide
+me. You may judge of my feelings when no notice was taken of my signal
+except by a dog, which began to yap like a pup and to make such a scare
+that I thought every window and every door must be opened that very
+instant and as many men out on top of me. I said, surely, that it was
+all up with Jasper Begg that journey; but odd to tell it, the dog gave
+over at last, and no one showed himself, neither was there any whistle
+from my company; and I was just making ready to throw another stone
+when the second light was turned out all of a sudden and, the long
+window being opened, Ruth Bellenden&mdash;or, to be more correct, Mme.
+Czerny&mdash;herself came out into the garden, and stood looking round about
+as though she knew that I was there and had been waiting for me. When
+at last she saw me she didn't speak or make any sign, but going about
+to the house again she held the window open for me, and I passed into
+the dark room with her, and there held her hand in mine, I do believe
+as though I would never let it go again.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper," says she, in a whisper that was pretty as the south wind in
+springtime; "Jasper Begg, how could it be any one else! Oh, we must
+light a candle, Jasper Begg," says she, "or we shall lose ourselves in
+the dark."</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, "light or dark, I'm here according to my orders,
+and the ship's here, and as I said to you before the yellow boy to-day,
+we're waiting for our mistress to go aboard."</p>
+
+<p>She had her back to me when I said this, and was busy enough drawing
+the curtains and lighting the lamp again. The light showed me that she
+wore a rich black gown with fluffy stuff over it, and a bit of a
+sparkle in the way of diamonds like a band across her parted hair. The
+face was deceiving, now lighted up by one of the old smiles, now hard
+set as one who had suffered much for her years. But there was nothing
+over-womanish in her talk, and we two thrashed it out there, just the
+same as if Ken's Island wasn't full of devils, and the lives of me and
+my men worth what a spin of the coin might buy them at.</p>
+
+<p>"You mustn't call me Miss Ruth," says she, when she turned from the
+lamp and tidied up her writing on the table; "of course you know that,
+Jasper Begg. And you at my wedding, too&mdash;is it really not more than
+twelve long months ago?"</p>
+
+<p>A sigh passed her lips, such a sigh as tells a woman's story better
+than all the books; and in that moment the new look came upon her face,
+the look I had seen when the yellow man changed words with her in the
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>"It's thirteen months three weeks since you went up with Mr. Czerny to
+the cathedral at Nice," was my next word; "the days go slow on this
+out-of-the-way shore, I'll be bound&mdash;until our friends come, Miss Ruth,
+until we're sure they haven't forgotten us."</p>
+
+<p>I had a meaning in this, and be sure she took it. Not that she answered
+me out and away as I wished; for she put on the pretty air of wife and
+mistress who wouldn't tell any of her husband's secrets.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes," she said, very slowly, "the days are long and the nights
+longer, and, of course, my husband is much away from here."</p>
+
+<p>I nodded my head and drew the chair she'd offered me close to the
+table. On her part she was looking at the clock as though she wished
+that the hands of it might stand still. I read it that we hadn't much
+time to lose, and what we had was no time for fair words.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," says I, without more parley, "from what I've seen to-night
+I don't doubt that any honest man would be glad to get as far as he
+could from Ken's Island and its people at the first opportunity. You'll
+pardon what a plain seaman is going to say, and count him none the less
+a friend for saying it. When you left money in the banker's hands to
+commission a ship and bring her to this port, your words to me were, 'I
+may have need of you.' Miss Ruth, you have need of me&mdash;I should be no
+more than a fool if I couldn't see that. You have sore need of me, and
+if you won't say so for yourself, I take leave to say it for you."</p>
+
+<p>She raised a hand as though she would not hear me&mdash;but I was on a clear
+course now, and I held to it in spite of her.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," I said, "you've need of your friends to-night, and it's a lucky
+wind that brought them to this shore. What has passed, Miss Ruth, in
+these months you speak of, it's not for me to ask or inquire. I have
+eyes in my head, and they show me what I would give my fortune not to
+see. You're unhappy here, Miss Ruth&mdash;you're not treated well."</p>
+
+<p>I waited for her to speak; but not a word would she say. White she was,
+as a flower from her own garden, and once or twice she shivered as
+though the cold had struck her. I was just going on to speak again,
+when what should happen but that her little head went down on the table
+and she began to sob as though her heart would break.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Jasper Begg, how I have suffered, how I have suffered!" said she,
+between her sobs; and what could I do, what could any man do who would
+kiss the ground a woman walks upon but has no right or title to? Why,
+hold his tongue, of course, though it hurt him cruelly to do any such
+thing.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, very foolish, "please don't think of that now. I'm
+here to help you, the ship's here, we're waiting for you to go aboard."</p>
+
+<p>She dried her tears and tried to look up at me with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'm just a child, just a child again, Jasper," cries she; "a year
+ago I thought myself a woman, but that's all passed. And I shall never
+go away on your ship, Jasper Begg&mdash;never, never. I shall die on Ken's
+Island as so many have died."</p>
+
+<p>I stood up at this and pointed to the clock.</p>
+
+<p>"Little friend," I said, "if you'll put a cloak about your shoulders and
+leave this house with me I'll have you safe aboard the Southern Cross
+in twenty minutes by that clock, as God is my witness."</p>
+
+<p>It was no boast&mdash;for that I could have done as any seaman knows; and
+you may well imagine that I stood as a man struck dumb when I had her
+answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes," she said, "you could put me on board your boat, Captain
+Jasper, if every step I took was not watched; if every crag had not its
+sentinel; if there were not a hundred to say 'Go back&mdash;go back to your
+home.' Oh, how can you know, how can you guess the things I fear and
+dread in this awful place? You, perhaps, because the ship is waiting
+will be allowed to return to it again. But I, never, never again to my
+life's end."</p>
+
+<p>A terrible look crossed her face as she said this, and with one swift
+movement she opened a drawer in the locker where she did her writing,
+and took from it a little book which she thrust, like a packet, into my
+hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Read," she said, with startling earnestness, "read that when you are
+at sea again. I never thought that any other eyes but mine would see
+it; but you, Jasper, you shall read it. It will tell you what I myself
+could never tell. Read it as you sail away from here, and then say how
+you will come back to help the woman who needs your help so sorely."</p>
+
+<p>I thrust the book into my pocket, but was not to be put off like that.</p>
+
+<p>"Read it I will, every line," said I; "but you don't suppose that
+Jasper Begg is about to sail away and leave you in this plight, Miss
+Ruth! He'd be a pretty sort of Englishman to do that, and it's not in
+his constitution, I do assure you!"</p>
+
+<p>She laughed at my earnestness, but recollecting how we stood and what
+had befallen since sunset, she would hear no more of it.</p>
+
+<p>"You don't understand; oh, you don't understand!" she cried, very
+earnestly; "there's danger here, danger even now while you and I are
+talking. Those who have gone out to the wreck will be coming home
+again; they must not find you in this house, Jasper Begg, must not,
+must not! For my sake, go as you came. Tell all that thought of me how
+I thank them. Some day, perhaps, you will learn how to help me. I am
+grateful to you, Jasper&mdash;you know that I am grateful."</p>
+
+<p>She held out both her hands to me, and they lay in mine, and I was
+trying to speak a real word from my heart to her when there came a low,
+shrill whistle from the garden-gate, and I knew that Peter Bligh had
+seen something and was calling me.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," says I, "that's old Peter Bligh and his danger signal.
+There'll be some one about, little friend, or he wouldn't do it."</p>
+
+<p>Well, she never said a word. I saw a shadow cross her face, and
+believed she was about to faint. Nor will any one be surprised at that
+when I say that the door behind us had been opened while we talked, and
+there stood Kess Denton, the yellow man, watching us like a hound that
+would bite presently.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_07"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER VII</h3>
+
+<h4>IN WHICH HELP COMES FROM THE LAST QUARTER WE HAD EXPECTED IT</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">Now</span>, no sooner did I see the yellow
+man than my mind was fully made up,
+and I determined what harbour to make for. "If you're there, my lad,"
+said I to myself, "the others are not far behind you. You've seen me
+come in, and it's your intention to prevent me going out again. To be
+caught like a rat in a trap won't serve Ruth Bellenden, and it won't
+serve me. I'm for the open, Kess Denton," said I, "and no long while
+about it, either."</p>
+
+<p>This I said, but I didn't mean to play the startled kitten, and without
+any token of surprise or such-like I turned round to Miss Ruth and gave
+her "good-evening."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sorry you're not coming aboard, Mme. Czerny," says I; "we weigh in
+an hour, and it will be a month or more before I call in again. But you
+sha'n't wait long for the news if I can help it; and as for your
+brother, Mr. Kenrick, I'll trust to hear from him at 'Frisco and to
+tell you what he thinks on my return. Good-night, madame," said I, "and
+the best of health and prosperity."</p>
+
+<p>I held out my hand, and she shook it like one who didn't know what she
+was doing. The yellow man came a step nearer and said, "Halloa, my
+hearty." I nodded my head to him and he put his hand on my shoulder.
+Poor fool, he thought I was a child, perhaps, and to be treated as one;
+but I have learnt a thing or two about taking care of myself in Japan,
+and you couldn't have counted two before I had his arm twisted under
+mine, and he gave a yell that must have been heard up in the hills.</p>
+
+<p>"If you cry out like that, you'll ruin your beautiful voice," said I;
+"hasn't any one ever asked you to sing hymns in a choir? Well, I'm
+surprised. Good-night, my boy; I shall be coming back for your picture
+before many days have passed."</p>
+
+<p>Upon this, I stepped towards the door, and thought that I had done with
+him; but no sooner was I out in the garden than something went singing
+by my ear, and upon that a second dose with two reports which echoed in
+the hills like rolling thunder. No written music vas necessary to tell
+me the kind of tune it was, and I swung round on my heel and gripped
+the man by the throat almost before the echoes of the shot had died
+away.</p>
+
+<p>"Kess Denton," said I, "if you will have it, you shall!" and with that
+I wrenched the pistol from his grasp and struck him a blow over the
+head that sent him down without a word.</p>
+
+<p>"One," said I, to myself, "one that helped to make little Ruth
+Bellenden suffer;" and with that I set off running and never looked to
+the right of me nor to the left until I saw Peter Bligh at the gate and
+heard his honest voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it you&mdash;is it you yourself, Mr. Begg? Thank God for that!" cries
+he, and it was no longer in a whisper; "there's men in the hills, and
+Seth Barker whistling fit to crack his lips. Is the young lady coming
+aboard, sir? No?&mdash;well, I'm not surprised, neither, though this shore
+do seem a queerish sort of <span class="nobr">place&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>I cut him short, and Dolly Venn running round from his place in the
+garden I asked him for his news. The thing now was to find a road to
+the sea. What could be done for Ruth Bellenden that night was over and
+passed. Our chance lay on the deck of the Southern Cross, and after
+that at 'Frisco.</p>
+
+<p>"What have you seen, Dolly Venn&mdash;be quick, lad, for we can't linger?"
+was my question to him so soon as he was within hail. He answered me by
+pointing to the trees which border the garden on the eastward side.</p>
+
+<p>"The wood is full of armed men, sir. Two of them nearly trod upon me
+while I was lying there. They carry rifles, and seem to be Germans&mdash;I
+couldn't be sure of that, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"Germans or chimpanzees, we're going by them this night. Where's Seth
+Barker&mdash;why doesn't he come down? Does he think we can pass by the
+hill-road?&mdash;the wooden block! Call him, one of you."</p>
+
+<p>They were about to do this when Seth Barker himself came panting down
+the hillpath, and, what was more remarkable, he carried an uncouth sort
+of bludgeon in his hand. I could see that there had been a bit of a
+rough and tumble on the way, but it wasn't the time for particulars.</p>
+
+<p>"Come aboard, sir," says he, breathing heavy; "the gangway's blocked,
+but I give one of 'em a bit of a knock with his own shillelagh, and
+that's all right."</p>
+
+<p>"Is there any more up there?" I asked quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"May be a dozen, may be more. They're up on the heights looking for you
+to go up, captain."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye," said I, "pleasant company, no doubt. Well, we must strike
+eastward somehow, lads, and the sooner the better. We'll hold to the
+valley a bit and see where that leads us. Do you, Seth Barker, keep
+that bit of a shillelagh ready, and, if any one asks you a question,
+don't you wait to answer it."</p>
+
+<p>Now, I had resolved to try and get down to the sea by the valley road
+and, once upon the shore, to signal Harry Doe, if possible, and, if not
+him, then the ship herself as a last resource. Any road seemed to me
+better than this trap of a house with armed men all about it and a
+pistol bullet ready for any stranger that lingered. "Aboard the ship,"
+said I, "we'll show them a clean pair of heels to 'Frisco and, after
+that, ask the American Government what it can do for Ruth Bellenden and
+for her husband." We were four against a hundred, perhaps, and
+desperate men against us. If we got out of the scrape with our skins,
+we should be as lucky a lot as ever sailed the Northern Pacific Ocean.
+But should we&mdash;could we? Why, it was a thousand to one against it!</p>
+
+<p>I said this when we plunged into the wood; and yet I will bear witness
+that I got more excitement than anything else out of that venture, and
+I don't believe the others got less. There we were, the four of us,
+trampling through the brushwood, crushing down the bushes, now lying
+low, now up a-running&mdash;and not a man that wouldn't have gone through it
+twice for Ruth Bellenden's sake. If so be that the night was to cost us
+our lives, well, crying wouldn't help it&mdash;and those that were against
+us were flesh and blood, all said and done, and no spirits to scare a
+man. To that I set it down that we went on headlong and desperate. As
+for the thicket itself, it was full of men&mdash;I could see their figures
+between the trees. We must have passed twenty of them in the darkness
+before one came out, plump on our path and cried out to us to halt.</p>
+
+<p>"Hold, hold," shouts he; "is it you, Bob Williams?"</p>
+
+<p>"It's Bob Williams, right enough," says I, and with that I gave him one
+between the eyes, and down he went like a felled ox. The man who was
+with him, stumbling up against Seth Barker, had a touch of the
+shillelagh which was like a rock falling upon a fly. He just gave one
+shuddering groan and fell backwards, clutching the branches. Little
+Dolly Venn laughed aloud in his excitement, elbowed Peter Bligh who
+gave a real Irish "hurrugh"; but the darkness had swallowed it all up
+in a minute, and we were on again, heading for the shore like those
+that run a race for their very lives.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you see any road, Peter Bligh?" asked I, for my breath was coming
+short now; "do you see any road, man?"</p>
+
+<p>"The devil a one, sir, and me weighing fourteen stone!"</p>
+
+<p>"You'll weigh less when we get down, Peter."</p>
+
+<p>"And drink more, the saints be praised!"</p>
+
+<p>"Was that a rifle-shot or a stone from the hills?" I asked them a
+moment later. Dolly Venn answered me this time.</p>
+
+<p>"A rifle-shot, captain. They'll be shooting one another, then&mdash;it's
+ripping, ripping!"</p>
+
+<p>"Look out, lad, or it'll be dripping!" cried I; "don't you see there's
+water ahead?"</p>
+
+<p>I cried the warning to him and stood stock-still upon the borders of as
+black a pool as I remember to have seen in any country. The road had
+carried us to the foot of the hills, almost to the chasm which the
+wicker-bridge spanned; and we could make out that same bridge far above
+us like a black rope in the twilight. The water itself was covered with
+some clinging plants, and full of winding, ugly snakes which caused the
+whole pool to shine with a kind of uncanny light; while an overpowering
+odour, deadly and stifling, steamed up from it, and threatened to choke
+a man. What was worse than this was a close thicket bordering the pond
+on three sides, so that we must either swim for it or turn back the way
+we came. The latter course was not to be thought of. Already I could
+hear footsteps, and boughs snapping and breaking not many yards from
+where we stood. To cross the pond might have struck the bravest man
+alive with terror. I'd have sooner forfeited my life time over than
+have touched one of those slimy snakes I could see wriggling over the
+leaves to the bottom of the still water. What else to do I had no more
+notion than the dead. "It's the end, Jasper Begg," said I to myself,
+"the end of you and your venture." But of Ruth Bellenden I wouldn't
+think. How could I, when I knew the folks that were abroad on Ken's
+Island?</p>
+
+<p>I will just ask any traveller to stand with me where I stood that night
+and to say if these words are overmuch for the plight, or if I have
+spoken of it with moderation. A night as black as ink, mind you; my
+company in the heart of a wood with big teak trees all round us, and
+cliffs on our right hand towering up to the sky like mountains. Before
+us a pool of inky water, all worming with odd lights and lines of blue
+fire, like flakes of phosphorus on a bath, and alive with the hissing
+of hundreds of snakes. Upon our left hand a scrubby thicket and a marsh
+beneath it, I make sure; Czerny's devils, who had shot the poor folks
+on the Santa Cruz, at our heels, and we but four against the lot of
+them. Would any man, I ask, have believed that he could walk into such
+a trap and get out of it unharmed? If so, it wasn't Jasper Begg, nor
+Peter Bligh, nor little Dolly Venn, nor Seth Barker with the bludgeon
+in his hand. They'd as good as given it up when we came to the pool and
+stood there like hunting men that have lost all hope.</p>
+
+<p>"Done, by all that's holy!" says Peter Bligh, drawing back from the
+pond as from some horrid pit. "Snakes I have seen, nateral and
+unnateral, but them yonder give me the
+<span class="nobr">creeps&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Creeps or no creeps, the others will be up here in five minutes, and
+what are you going to do then, Peter Bligh, what then?" asks I, for as
+I'm a living man I didn't know which way to turn from it.</p>
+
+<p>Seth Barker was the one that answered me.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to knock some nails in, by your leave," says he, and with
+that he stood very still and bade us listen. The whole wood was full of
+the sound of "halloaing" now. Far and wide I heard question and answer,
+and a lingering yodle such as the Swiss boys make on the mountains. It
+couldn't be many minutes, I said, before the first man was out on our
+trail; and there I was right, for one of them came leaping out of the
+wood straight into Peter Bligh's arms before I'd spoken another word.
+Poor devil&mdash;it was the last good-night for him in this world&mdash;for Peter
+passes him on, so to speak, and he went headlong into the pond without
+any one knowing how he got there. A more awful end I hope I may never
+hear of, and yet, God knows, he brought it on himself. As for Peter
+Bligh, the shock set him sobbing like a woman. It was all my work to
+get him on again.</p>
+
+<p>"No fault of ours," said I; "we're here for a woman's sake, and if
+there's man's work to do, we'll do it, lads. Take my advice and you'll
+turn straight back and run for it. Better a tap on the head than a cry
+in yonder pool."</p>
+
+<p>They replied fearsomely&mdash;the strain was telling upon them badly. That
+much I learnt from their husky voices and the way they kept close to
+me, as though I could protect them. Seth Barker, especially, big man
+that he was, began to mutter to himself in the wildest manner possible;
+while little Dolly burst into whistling from time to time in a way that
+made me crazy.</p>
+
+<p>"That's right, lad," cried I, "tell them you're here, and ask after
+the health of their womenfolk. You've done with this world, I see, and
+made it straight for the next. If you've a match in your pocket, strike
+it to keep up their spirits."</p>
+
+<p>Well, he stopped short, and I was ashamed of myself a minute after for
+speaking so to a mere lad whose life was before him and who'd every
+right to be afraid.</p>
+
+<p>"Come," said I, more kindly, "keep close to me, Dolly, and if you don't
+know where I am, why, put out your hand and touch me. I've been in
+worse scrapes than this, my boy, and I'll lead you out of it somehow.
+After all, we've ship over yonder and Mister Jacob isn't done with yet.
+Keep up your heart, then, and put your best leg forward."</p>
+
+<p>Now, this was spoken to put courage into him&mdash;not that I believed what
+I said, but because he and the others counted upon me, and my own
+feelings had to go under somehow. For the matter of that, it looked all
+Lombard Street to a China orange against us when we took the woodland
+path again; and so I believe it would have been but for something which
+came upon us like a thunder-flash, and changed all our despair to a
+desperate hope. And to this something Peter Bligh was the first to call
+our attention.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it fireflies or lanterns?" cries he all at once, bringing out the
+words like a pump might have done; "yonder on the hillside, shipmates&mdash;
+is it fireflies or lanterns?"</p>
+
+<p>I stood to look, and while I stood Seth Barker named the thing.</p>
+
+<p>"It's lanterns," cries he; "lanterns, sure and certain, captain."</p>
+
+<p>"And the three ripping little girls carrying them," puts in Dolly Venn.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis no woman ever born that would hunt down four poor sailor-men,"
+cries Peter Bligh.</p>
+
+<p>"To say nothing of the he-lion they was a-fondling of"&mdash;from Seth
+Barker.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," said I, in my turn, "this is the unlooked for, and I, for one,
+don't mean to pass it by. I'm going to ask those young ladies for a
+short road to the hills&mdash;and not lose any time about it either."</p>
+
+<p>They all said "Aye, aye," and we ran forward together. The halloaing in
+the wood was closing in about us now; you could hear voices wherever
+you turned an ear. As for the lanterns, they darted from bush to bush
+like glow-worms on a summer's night, so that I made certain they would
+dodge us after all. My heart was low down enough, be sure of it, when I
+lost view of those guiding stars altogether, and found myself face to
+face with the last figure I might have asked for if you'd given me the
+choice of a hundred.</p>
+
+<p>For what should happen but that the weird being, whom Seth Barker had
+called the "he-lion," the old fellow in petticoats, whom the little
+girls made such a fuss of, he, I say, appeared of a sudden right in the
+path before us, and, holding up a lantern warningly, he hailed us with
+a word which told us that he was our friend&mdash;the very last I would have
+named for that in all the island.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper Begg," cried he, in a voice that I'd have known for a
+Frenchman's anywhere, "follow Clair-de-Lune&mdash;follow&mdash;follow!"</p>
+
+<p>He turned to the bushes behind him, and, seeming to dive between them,
+we found him, when we followed, flat on his stomach, the lantern out,
+and he running like a dog up a winding path before him. He was leading
+us to the heights, I said; and when I remembered the great bare peaks
+and steeple-like rocks, upstanding black and gloomy under the starry
+sky, I began to believe that this wild man was right and that in the
+hills our safety lay.</p>
+
+<p>But of that we had yet to learn, and for all we knew to the contrary it
+might have been a trap.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_08"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER VIII</h3>
+
+<h4>THE BIRD'S NEST IN THE HILLS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">There</span> had been a great sound of
+"halloaing" and firing in the woods
+when we raced through them for our lives; but it was all still and cold
+on the mountain-side, and you could hear even a stone falling or the
+drip of water as it oozed from the black rocks to the silent pools
+below. What light there was came down through the craggy gorge; and it
+was not until we had climbed up and up for a good half-hour or more
+that we began to hear the sea-breeze whistling among the higher peaks
+like wild music which the spirits might have made. As for the path
+itself, it was oftentimes but a ledge against the wall of some sheer
+height; and none, I think, but seamen could have followed it, surely.
+Even I remembered where I was, and feared to look down sometimes; but
+danger bridges many a perilous road, and what with the silence and the
+fresh breezes and the thought that we might live through the night,
+after all, I believe I could have hugged the wild old man who led us
+upward so unflinchingly.</p>
+
+<p>I say that he went on unflinchingly, and surely no goat could have
+climbed quicker than he did. Now standing over an abyss which made you
+silly to look down into; now pulling himself up by bush or branch; at
+other times scrambling over loose shale as though he had neither hands
+nor knees to cut, he might well have scared the coolest who had met him
+without warning on such a road. As for the four men he had saved from
+the devils in the thickets below, I don't believe there was one of them
+who didn't trust him from the first. The sea is a sure school for
+knowing men and their humours. If this old Frenchman chose to put a
+petticoat about his legs, and to wear a lion's mane down his back, we
+liked him all the better for that. What we had seen of the young girls'
+behaviour towards him made up for that which we did not know about him.
+He must have had a tender place somewhere in his heart, or three young
+women wouldn't fondle him like a dog. Like a ship out of the night had
+he crossed our path; and his port must be our port, since we knew no
+other. That's why, I say, we followed him over the dangerous road like
+children follow a master. He was leading us to some good haven&mdash;I had
+no doubt of it. The thing that remained to tell was, had we the
+strength and the breath to reach it?</p>
+
+<p>You may imagine that it was no light thing to run such a race as we had
+run, and to be asked to climb a mountain on the top of it. For my part,
+I was so dead tired that every step up the hillside was like a knife in
+my side; and as for Peter Bligh, I wonder he didn't go rolling down to
+the rocks, so hard did he breathe and so heavy he was. But men will do
+wonders to save their necks, and that is how it is that we went up and
+still up, through the black ravine, to the blue peaks above. Aye, a
+fearsome place we had come to now, with terrible gorges, and wild
+shapes of rocks, like dead men's faces leering out of the darkness. The
+wind howled with a human voice, the desolation of all the earth seemed
+here. And yet the old man must push on&mdash;up, up, as though he would
+touch the very sky.</p>
+
+<p>"The Lord be good to me," cried Peter Bligh, at last; "I can go no
+farther if it's a million a mile! Oh, Mister Begg, for the love of God,
+clap a rope about the wild man's legs."</p>
+
+<p>I pushed him on over a sloping peak of shale, and told him to hold his
+tongue.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you lie in the pool, then? Where's your courage, man? Another
+hundred yards and you shall stop to breathe. There's the old lion
+himself waiting for us, and a big bill of thanks he has against us, to
+be sure."</p>
+
+<p>I said no more, but climbed the steep to the Frenchman's side, and
+found him waiting on the bank of that which seemed to be a great
+cup-like hole, black and bottomless and the last place you'd have picked
+for a camp on all the hillside. Dolly Venn was already there, and Seth
+Barker, lying on the stones and panting like a great dog. Old
+Clair-de-Lune alone was fresh and ready, and able in his broken English
+to tell us what he wished.</p>
+
+<p>"Messieurs," he said, "speak not long but go down. I myself am shipmate
+too. Ah, messieurs, you do wise to follow me. Down there no dog bark. I
+show you the ladder, and all be well. To-morrow you speak your ship&mdash;go
+home. For me, never again&mdash;I die here with the children, messieurs;
+none shall come for old Clair-de-Lune, none, never at no time&mdash;but you,
+you I save for the shipmates' <span class="nobr">sake&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>It was odd talk, but no time to argue about it. I saw a ladder thrust
+up out of the pit, and when the old man went down I followed without
+hesitation. A lantern lighted in the darkness showed me a hollow nest
+20 feet deep, perhaps, and carpeted over with big brown leaves and rugs
+spread out; and in one corner that which was not unlike a bed.
+Moreover, there was a little stove in the place and upon one side an
+awning stretched against the rain; while cooking pots and pans and
+other little things made it plain at a glance that this was the man's
+own refuge in the mountains, and that here, at least, some part of his
+life was spent. No further witness to his honesty could be asked for.
+He had brought us to his own home. It was time to speak of thanks.</p>
+
+<p>"What you've done for us neither me nor mine will ever forget," said I,
+warmly. "Here's a seaman's hand and a seaman's thanks. Should the day
+come when we can do a like turn to you, be sure I'll be glad to hear of
+it; and if it came that you had the mind to go aboard with us&mdash;aye, and
+the young ladies, too&mdash;why, you'll find no one more willing than Jasper
+Begg."</p>
+
+<p>We shook hands, and he set the lantern down upon the floor. Peter Bligh
+was lying on his back now, crying to a calendar of saints to help him;
+Seth Barker breathed like a winded horse; little Dolly Venn stood
+against the wall of the pit with his head upon his arm, like a runner
+after a race; the old Frenchman drew the ladder down and made all snug
+as a ship is made for the night.</p>
+
+<p>"No one come here," he said, "no one find the way. You sleep, and
+to-morrow you signal ship to go down where I show. For me and mine, not
+so. This is my home; I am stranger in my own country. No one remember
+Clair-de-Lune. Twelve years I live here&mdash;five times I sleep the
+dreadful sleep which the island make&mdash;five times I live where others
+die. Why go home, messieurs, if you not have any? I not go; but you,
+you hasten because of the sleep."</p>
+
+<p>We all pricked up our ears at this curious saying, and Dolly Venn, he
+whipped out a question before I could&mdash;indeed, he spoke the French
+tongue very prettily; and for about five minutes the two of them went
+at it hammer and tongs like two old women at charring.</p>
+
+<p>"What does he mean by sleep-time, lad?" I asked in between their
+argument. "Why shouldn't a man sleep on Ken's Island? What nonsense
+will he talk next?"</p>
+
+<p>I'd forgotten that the old man spoke English too, but he turned upon me
+quickly to remind me of the fact.</p>
+
+<p>"No nonsense, monsieur, as many a one has found&mdash;no nonsense at all,
+but very dreadful thing. Three, four time by the year it come; three,
+four time it go. All men sleep if they not go away&mdash;you sleep if you
+not go away. Ah, the good God send you to the ship before that day."</p>
+
+<p>He did his best to put it clearly, but he might as well have talked
+Chinese. Dolly, who understood his lingo, made a brave attempt, but did
+not get much farther.</p>
+
+<p>"He says that this island is called by the Japanese the Island of
+Sleep. Two or three times every year there comes up from the marshes a
+poisonous fog which sends you into a trance from which you don't
+recover, sometimes for months. It can't be true, sir, and yet that's
+what he says."</p>
+
+<p>"True or untrue, Dolly," said I, in a low voice, "we'll not give it the
+chance. It's a fairy tale, of course, though it doesn't sound very
+pretty when you hear it."</p>
+
+<p>"Nor is that music any more to my liking," exclaimed Peter Bligh, at
+this point, meaning that we should listen to a couple of gunshots
+fired, not in the woods far down below us, but somewhere, as it seemed,
+on the sea-beach we had failed to make.</p>
+
+<p>"That would be Harry Doe warning us," cried I.</p>
+
+<p>"And meaning that it was dangerous for us to go down."</p>
+
+<p>"He'll have put off and saved the longboat, anyway. We'll hail him at
+dawn, and see where the ship is."</p>
+
+<p>They heard me in silence. The tempest roaring in the peaks above that
+weird, wild place; our knowledge of the men on the island below; the
+old Frenchman's strange talk&mdash;no wonder that our eyes were wide open
+and sleep far from them.</p>
+
+<p>Dawn, indeed, we waited for as those who are passing through the
+terrible night. I think sometimes that, if we had known what was in
+store for us, we should have prayed to God that we might not see the
+day.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_09"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER IX</h3>
+
+<h4>WE LOOK OUT FOR THE SOUTHERN CROSS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">The</span> wind blew a hurricane all that
+night, and was still a full gale
+when dawn broke. To say that no man among us slept is to put down a
+very obvious thing. The roaring of the breakers on the reefs below us,
+the showers of stones which the heights rained down, the dreadful
+noises like wild human voices in the hills, drove sleep far from any
+man's eyes. And more than that, there was the ship to think of. What
+had become of the ship? Where did she lie? When should we see her
+again? Aye, how often we asked each other that question when the blast
+thundered and the lightning seemed to open the very heavens, and the
+spindrift was blown clean over the heights to fall like a salt spray
+upon our faces. Was it well with the ship or ill? Mister Jacob we knew
+to be a good seaman, none better. With him the decision lay to run for
+the open water or to risk everything for our sakes. If he made up his
+mind that the safety of the Southern Cross demanded sea-room he would
+take it, and let to-morrow look after itself. But I was anxious, none
+the less; for, if the ship were gone, "God help us on Ken's Island," I
+said.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the old Frenchman was the first to be moving when the day came,
+and no sooner did all the higher peaks show us a glimmer of the
+dawn-light&mdash;very beautiful and awesome to look upon&mdash;than he
+set up the ladder and began to show us the way to the mountain-top.</p>
+
+<p>"You make signal; you fetch ship. Sailormen go down where landman
+afraid. Little boat come in; shipmate go out. Old Clair-de-Lune he
+know. Ah, messieurs, the wind is very dreadful to-day&mdash;what you call
+harriken. Other day, all quite easy plan&mdash;but this day not so, great
+water, all white&mdash;no go, no man."</p>
+
+<p>It was queer talk, and we might have laughed at him if we'd have
+forgotten that he saved our lives last night and was waiting to save
+them again this morning. But you don't laugh at a friend, talk as he
+may, and for that matter we were all too excited to think of any such
+thing, and we made haste to scramble up out of the pit and to follow
+him to the heights where the truth should be known&mdash;the best of it or
+the worst. For the path or its dangerous places we cared nothing now.
+The rocks, upstanding all about us, shut in the view as some great
+basin cut in the mountain's heart. You could see the black sky above
+and the bottomless chasms below&mdash;but of the water nothing. Imagine,
+then, how we raced for the summit: now up on our feet, now on all-fours
+like dogs; now calling, man to man, to hasten; now saying that haste
+wouldn't help us. And no wonder&mdash;no wonder our hearts beat high and our
+hands were unsteady, for beyond the basin we should find the sea, and
+the view might show us life or death.</p>
+
+<p>Old Clair-de-Lune was the first to be up, but I was close upon his
+heels, and Dolly Venn not far behind me. Who spoke the first word I
+don't rightly recollect; but I hadn't been on the heights more than ten
+seconds when I knew why it was spoken, and what the true meaning of it
+might be.</p>
+
+<p>The ship was gone!</p>
+
+<p>All the eyes in the wide world could not have found her on that angry
+sea below us, or anywhere on the black and looming horizon beyond. The
+night had taken her. The ship was gone. Hope as we might, speak up as
+we might, tell each other this story or tell each other that&mdash;the one
+sure fact remained that the Southern Cross had steamed away from Ken's
+Island and left us to our fates.</p>
+
+<p>"He'll be running for sea-room, and come in when the gale falls," said
+Peter Bligh, when we had stood all together a little while, as
+crestfallen a lot as the Pacific Ocean could show that day; "trust
+Mister Jacob to be cautious&mdash;he's a Scotchman, and would think first of
+the ship. A precious lot of good his wages would do him if the ship
+were down in sixty fathoms and he inside her!"</p>
+
+<p>"That's true," cried Dolly Venn, "though your poor old father didn't
+say it, Mister Bligh. The ship's gone, but she'll come back again." And
+then to me he said, very earnestly, "Oh, she must come back, captain."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, lad," said I, "let her ride out the gale, and she'll put back
+right enough. Mister Jacob isn't the one to desert friends. He'll have
+learned from Harry Doe how it stands with us, and he'll just say,
+''Bout ship'; that's what Mr. Jacob will say. I've no fear of it at
+all. I'm only wondering what sort of shore-play is to keep us amused
+until we sight the ship again."</p>
+
+<p>Well, they looked doleful enough; but not a man among them complained.
+'Tis that way with seamen all the world over. Put them face to face
+with death and some will laugh, and some will curse, and some talk
+nonsense; but never a man wears his heart upon his sleeve or tells you
+that he's afraid. And so it was that morning. They understood, I do
+believe, as well as I did, what the consequences of the gale might be.
+They were no fools, to imagine that a man could get from Ken's Island
+to San Francisco in any cockleshell the beach might show him. But none
+of them talked about it; none charged me with it; they just put their
+hands in their pockets like brave fellows who had made up their minds
+already to a very bad job; and be sure I was not the one to give a
+different turn to it. The ship had gone; the Lord only knew when she
+would come back again. It was not for me to be crying like a child for
+that which neither I nor any man could make good.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said I, "the ship's gone, sure enough, and hard words won't
+bring her back again. What Mister Jacob can do for his friends, that, I
+know, will be done. We must leave it to him and look after ourselves
+far as this place is concerned. You won't forget that the crew
+downstairs will be ready enough to ask after our health and spirits if
+we give them a look in, and my word is for lying-to here until night
+comes or the ship is sighted. It must be a matter of hours, anyway. The
+gale's abating; a landsman would know as much as that."</p>
+
+<p>They said, "Aye, aye," to it, and Peter Bligh put in a word of his
+humour.</p>
+
+<p>"The ship's gone, sure enough," said he; "but that's more than you can
+say for my appetite! Bear or dog, I'm not particular, captain; but a
+good steak of something would come handy, and the sooner the better.
+'Twere enough to bring tears to a man's eyes to think of all the good
+grub that's gone aboard with Harry Doe. Aye, 'tis a wonderful thing is
+hunger, and the gift of the Lord along with good roast beef and pork
+sausages. May-be you find yourself a bit peckish, captain?"</p>
+
+<p>I answered "Yes," though that was far from the truth, for what with
+watching through the night and thinking about the ship and little Ruth
+Bellenden's loneliness in this place of mystery, and far worse than
+mystery, I'd forgotten all about meal-times, and never once had asked
+myself where breakfast was to come from. But now the long faces of my
+shipmates brought me to a remembrance of it, and when little Dolly Venn
+cried, "Oh, captain, I am so hungry!" I began to realize what a parlous
+plight we were in and what a roundabout road we must tread to get out
+of it. Lucky for us, the old Frenchman, who had stood all this time
+like a statue gazing out over the desolate sea, now bobbed up again,
+good Samaritan that he was, and catching Master Dolly's complaint, he
+spoke of breakfast on his own account.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! you hungry, you thirst, messieurs; sailor-man always like that.
+Your ship gone? Never mind, he shall come back again, to-day, to-morrow,
+one, two, three day&mdash;pray God it be not longer, shipmate, pray
+God!"</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-094">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-094.jpg" height="669" width="448" alt="A picturesque old figure standing there" /></p>
+
+<p class="pictitle">A picturesque old figure standing there.</p>
+
+<p>I thought him a fine, picturesque old figure, standing there on the
+headland with his long hair streaming in the wind like a woman's, and
+his brawny arms outstretched as though he would call the ship back to
+us from the lonely ocean. Truth to tell, the place was one to fill any
+man with awe. Far as the eye could see, the great waste was white with
+the foam of its breaking seas; the headland itself stood up a thousand
+feet like some mighty fortress commanding all the deep. Far below us
+were the green valleys of the island, the woods we had raced through
+last night; pastures with little white houses dotted about on them; the
+bungalow itself wherein Ruth Bellenden lived. No picture from the
+gallery of a high tower could have been more beautiful than that
+strange land with the wild reefs lying about it and the rollers
+cascading over them, and the black glens above which we stood, and the
+great circle of the water like some measureless basin which the whole
+earth bounded. I did not wonder that old Clair-de-Lune was silent when
+he looked down upon a scene so grand. It seemed a crime to speak of
+food and drink in such a place; and yet it was of these that Peter
+Bligh must go on talking.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll do the prayin', shipmate, if you'll do the cookin'," cried he,
+hopefully; "as for that&mdash;you speak like a wise man. 'Tis wonderful easy
+to pray on a full stomach! There isn't a hunger or a thirst this side
+of 'Frisco which I would not pray out of this same island if you'll be
+pleased to bring 'em along. Weigh anchor, my man," says he, "and we'll
+pipe down to dinner."</p>
+
+<p>Well, the old man laughed at his manner of putting it, and, without
+further ado, we all went down to the bird's nest in the hollow, and
+there we lighted a fire in the shelter of the pit, and old Clair-de-Lune
+going away in search of rations, he returned presently with
+victuals enough to feed a missionary, and more than that, as pretty a
+trio to serve them as any seaman could hope for. For what should happen
+but that the three young girls we'd seen yesterday in the woods came
+romping up the hill together; and one bringing a great can for the
+coffee, and another a basket of luscious fruit, and a third some new-made
+bread and biscuit&mdash;they ran down the ladder to us and began to
+talk in their pretty language, and now and then in English which did
+not need much understanding.</p>
+
+<p>"I am Rosamunda," says one.</p>
+
+<p>And the second, she says:</p>
+
+<p>"I am Sylvia&mdash;Sylvia&mdash;Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>And the third, she chimes in with:</p>
+
+<p>"I am Celestine, and I have brought you bread."</p>
+
+<p>And they all stood together, shy and natural, looking now at one, now
+at another of us; but most often, I thought, at little Dolly Venn, who
+had a way of making them understand which an older man might have
+envied.</p>
+
+<p>"And wonderful pretty names, too, young ladies, though a seaman doesn't
+often hear the likes of 'em," cries Peter Bligh, gallant enough, as all
+Irishmen are. "They're all Pollies in our parts, and it do come easier
+to the tongue and more convenient if you know many of 'em. Whereby did
+you hitch up names like those?" asks he; "which, askin' your pardon,
+seem to me to be took out of a picture-book."</p>
+
+<p>They giggled at this; but old Clair-de-Lune, who was mighty proud of
+them, and justly, answered Peter Bligh as though the question were
+serious.</p>
+
+<p>"Monsieur, in my own country I am artiste; I play the drama, the
+comedy, the tragedy. Clair-de-Lune they call me at the theatre. To the
+daughters of my master I give the artiste's name&mdash;why not? Better the
+good name than the bad name! It was long year ago, shipmate; the Belle
+Ile was wrecked on these reef; the maitre is drowned, but I and the
+young ladies are save. We come, we go, none interfere. The Governor is
+angry, we hide in the hill; the Governor laugh, we go down to the
+valley. When the sleep-time comes, we go to the house under the sea:
+you shall find him a dangerous time, but we hide far down. None
+frighten Clair-de-Lune; they frighten of him. He become the father
+according to his best."</p>
+
+<p>It was touching, I must say, to hear this old man's broken story; and
+prettier still to see the affectionate eyes with which these little
+girls watched every movement of one to whom, I am sure, they were
+beholden for all that they got out of Ken's Island. For the rest, the
+tale was plain enough. The father had been wrecked and drowned on the
+sword-fish reef; the servant had saved the children and himself from
+the ship, and his own natural cleverness had done the rest. No one
+interfered with him, he said; and this was true. I verily believe that
+the devils in the valley below believed that he and the children with
+him were nothing more or less than spirits.</p>
+
+<p>I say his story was plain, and yet there was something in it which was
+Greek to me. He had named a house under the sea, and what that meant,
+or how any man could build such a house, lay beyond my understanding. I
+should have asked a question about it there and then, and have sought
+light on the matter if it hadn't been that the food was already cooked,
+and, the others being mighty anxious, we sat down to steaming coffee
+and broiled kid's flesh and good bread and sweet fruit, and I was very
+willing to keep my curiosity. Once, it is true, the young girl who
+called herself "Rosamunda" came and sat by my side and wished to talk
+to me; but, prettily as she spoke our tongue, her measure of it was
+limited, and we did not get very far, in spite of good intentions.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you like the island, do you like living here?" I asked her.</p>
+
+<p>She answered me with a doubting shake of her pretty head.</p>
+
+<p>"In the sun-months, yes, I like it; but not in the sleep-time. You will
+go away before the sleep-time, monsieur?"</p>
+
+<p>"Really, young lady," said I, "it seems to me that it depends upon
+Mister Jacob and the ship. But, supposing I cannot go away&mdash;what then?
+How does the sleep-time concern me?"</p>
+
+<p>"You must not stay," she said, quickly; "for us it is different; we&mdash;we
+live in the house under the sea, but no stranger may live there&mdash;the
+Governor would not permit it. On the island all things sleep. If you do
+not go to the house under the sea&mdash;ah, monsieur, but you will sail
+away, you will sail in your ship."</p>
+
+<p>She put it very childishly, the same cock-and-bull story that the old
+Frenchman had been at last night. What to make of it, I knew no more
+than the dead. Here we seemed to be on as fair an island as the whole
+Pacific might show you; and yet these odd folk could talk of sun-months
+and sleep-time, and other stuff which might have been written in a
+fairy-book. Do you wonder that I laughed at them and treated it as any
+sane man, not given to fables, would have done?</p>
+
+<p>"Sleep-time or sun-time, I'll be away before then, please God,
+mademoiselle," said I; "do not fear for Jasper Begg, who was always
+fond of his bed and won't grumble overmuch, be it sleep or waking. For
+the rest, we'll take our chance, as others must do here, I fancy. Mme.
+Czerny, for instance&mdash;do you know Mme. Czerny, young lady?"</p>
+
+<p>She nodded her head and said that she did.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes, we know Mme. Czerny; she is the Governor's wife. I think she
+is unhappy, Monsieur Captain. In the sun-months I see her, but in the
+sleep-time she lives in the house under the sea, and no one knows. You
+are her friend, perhaps; you would know that she is unhappy?"</p>
+
+<p>I knew it well enough; but I wished to lead this little talker on, and
+so I said I did not.</p>
+
+<p>"Unhappy, young lady! Why should she be unhappy?"</p>
+
+<p>I asked it naturally, as though I was very surprised; but you could not
+deceive Mlle. Rosamunda. A more artful little witch never played at
+fairies in a wood.</p>
+
+<p>"If she is not unhappy, why have you come here, Monsieur Captain? You
+come to help her&mdash;oh, I know! And you say that you do not."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps so, young lady; perhaps I do&mdash;that I will tell you by-and-bye.
+But I am curious about the Governor. What sort of a man is he, and
+where does he happen to be at this particular moment? I'm sure you
+could say something nice about him if you tried."</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-100">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-100.jpg" height="589" width="448" alt="She looked at me with
+her big, questioning eyes" /></p>
+
+<p class="pictitle">She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes.</p>
+
+<p>She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes, as though the question
+were but half understood. Presently she said:</p>
+
+<p>"You laugh at me. M. Czerny has gone away to the world. Of course he
+would go. He has gone in the ship. What shall I tell you about him?
+That he is kind, cruel; that we love him, hate him? Every one knows
+that; every one has told you. He is the Governor and we are his people
+who must obey: When he comes back he will ask you to obey him too, and
+you must say 'yes.' That will be at the sleep-time: eight, nine, ten
+days. But why do you ask, Monsieur Captain? Has not Mme. Czerny said it
+because you are her friend? I know that you tease me. Sailors love to
+tease little girls, and you are no better than the other ones."</p>
+
+<p>She cast down her eyes at this, and looked for all the world the taking
+little coquette that she was. Her odd speech told me something, enough
+at least to put a hundred questions into my head and as many useless
+answers. The Governor was away. The island alternately hated and feared
+him. The sleep-time, whatever it was, might be looked for in ten days'
+time. We must be away and on board the ship by then or something
+dreadful would happen to us. Ruth Bellenden's unhappiness was known
+even to these little girls, and they surmised, as the others had
+surmised, that we were on shore to help her. For the rest, the men on
+Ken's Island, I imagined, would hunt us night and day until we were
+taken. Nor was I mistaken in that. We'd scarcely finished our meal when
+there was the sound of a gunshot far down in the valley, and, old
+Clair-de-Lune jumping up at the report, we were all on our feet in an
+instant to speak of the danger.</p>
+
+<p>"Halloa, popguns," cries Peter Bligh, in his Irish way; "what for now
+would any man be firing popguns at this time of the morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"It's to ask after your health, Peter," said I, when we'd listened
+awhile, "what else should a man be firing after, unless he takes you
+for a rabbit? Will you run down and thank him kindly?"</p>
+
+<p>He hitched up his breeches and pulled out his briar-pipe.</p>
+
+<p>"If this is track-running, take down my number. I'm through with it,
+gentlemen, being not so young as I was."</p>
+
+<p>A gunshot, fired out at sea, cut short his talk. Old Clair-de-Lune,
+nipping up the ladder, bade us follow him, while to the girls he cried,
+"<span class="italic">Allez-vous en!</span>" All our quiet talk and content
+were gone in an instant. I never answered little Dolly Venn when he asked
+me, "Do you think there's danger, sir?" but, running up the hill after the
+Frenchman, I helped him to carry the ladder we'd dragged out of the
+pit, for I knew he'd need of it.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, Clair-de-Lune? Why are they firing?" I asked him, as he
+ran.</p>
+
+<p>"Governor home," was his answer&mdash;"Governor home. Great danger,
+<span class="italic">capitaine</span>."</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_10"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER X</h3>
+
+<h4>WE ARE SURELY CAGED ON KEN'S ISLAND</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">We</span> ran up the hill, I say, as men who
+raced for their lives. The little
+girls, snatching up their bags and baskets, exchanged a quick word with
+Clair-de-Lune and then hurried off towards the bungalow. Our own path
+lay over difficult rocks and steep slopes and chasms fearful to see. Of
+these our leader made nothing, and we went on, up and up, until at last
+the road carried us right round the highest peak, on whose very walls
+we walked like chamois on a mountain crag. It was here, on a narrow
+ledge high above the sea, that the Frenchman stopped for the first
+time.</p>
+
+<p>"Shipmates," said he, when he had got his breath, "journey done, all
+finish, you safe here, you rest. I go down to see Governor; but come
+back again, come back again, messieurs, with bread and meat."</p>
+
+<p>Well, I don't think one of us had the voice to answer him. The place
+itself&mdash;the ledge above the sea and the little low, cramped cave behind
+it&mdash;occupied all our thoughts. Here, in truth, a man might lie safely
+enough&mdash;yet in what a situation. The very door of the house opened upon
+an abyss a thousand feet above the rocks below. We had the sea before
+our eyes, the sea beneath us, the sea for our distant horizon. Day and
+night the breakers thundered on the sword-fish reef; the wind moaned in
+the mighty eaves of those tremendous crags. We were like men placed
+suddenly on a steeple's side and left there to live or fall, as fortune
+went.</p>
+
+<p>I tell you this, plain and straightforwardly, because five days passed
+on that awful ledge, and, except for one day, there is nothing but a
+seaman's talk of question and answer and idle hope to set down on these
+pages. If every hour of the day found one of us with eyes which yearned
+for our lost ship, with hearts grown heavy in waiting and
+disappointment&mdash;that was his affair, and of no concern to others. Be
+sure we didn't confess, one to the other, the thought in our heads or
+the future we must live through. We had come to Ken's Island to help
+little Ruth Bellenden, and this fearful plight was the result of
+it&mdash;ship gone, the island full of devils that would have cut our throats
+for nothing and thought themselves well paid&mdash;no knowledge, not the
+smallest, of any way of escape&mdash;food short and likely to be shorter.
+Friends we had, true friends. Night and morning Clair-de-Lune and the
+little girls found their way up to us with bread and meat and the news
+that was passing. It was on the fifth day that they came no more, and
+I, at least, knew that they would never come again.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," I said, "one of two things has happened. Either they've been
+watched and followed, or the time of which they made mention has come.
+I trust the old Frenchman as I would trust my own brother. He knows how
+it will fare with five men left on a lonely rock without food or drink.
+If he doesn't come up here today, it's because he daren't come or
+because he's ordered elsewhere."</p>
+
+<p>They turned it over in their minds, and Dolly Venn spoke next.</p>
+
+<p>"Last night in my watch I heard a bell ringing, sir. At first I thought
+it was fancy&mdash;the sea beating on the rocks or the wind moaning in the
+hills; but I got the ladder and went down the hill, and then I heard it
+distinctly, and saw lights burning brightly on the reef far out to the
+north. There were boats passing, I'm sure, and what was so wonderful
+that I didn't like to speak about it, the whole of the sea about the
+reef shone yellow as though a great lantern were burning far down below
+its heart. I could make out the figures of men walking on the rocks,
+and when the moon shone the figures disappeared as though they went
+straight down into the solid rock. You may not believe it, captain, but
+I'm quite sure of what I say, and if Clair-de-Lune does not come
+to-night, I ask you to go down the hillside with me and to see for
+yourself."</p>
+
+<p>Now, the lad spoke in a kind of wonder-dream, and knowing how far from
+his true nature such a thing was, it did not surprise me that the
+others listened to him with that ready ear which seamen are quick to
+lend to any fairy tale. Superstitious they were, or sailors they never
+would have been; and here was the very stuff to set them all ears, like
+children about a bogey. Nor will I deny that Dolly Venn's tale was
+marvellous enough to make a fable. Had it been told to me under any
+other circumstances, my reply would have been: "Dolly, my lad, since
+when have you taken to sleep-walking?" But I said nothing of the kind,
+for I had that in my pocket which told me it was true; and what I knew
+I deemed it right that the others should know also.</p>
+
+<p>"When a man sees something which strikes him as extraordinary," said I,
+"he must first ask himself if it is Nature or otherwise. There are lots
+of things in this world beyond our experience, but true for all that.
+Ken's Island may be rated as one of them. The old Frenchman speaks of a
+sleep-time and a sun-time. Lads, I do believe he tells the truth. If
+you ask me why&mdash;well, the why is here, in these papers Ruth Bellenden
+gave me five days ago."</p>
+
+<p>I took the packet from my pocket, and turned the pages of them again as
+I had turned them&mdash;aye, fifty times&mdash;in the days which had passed.
+Thumbed and dirty as they were (for a seaman's pocket isn't lined with
+silk); thumbed and dirty, I say, and crumpled out of shape, they were
+the first bit of Ruth Bellenden's writing that ever I called my own,
+and precious to me beyond any book.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," I went on, "this is the story of Ken's Island, and Ruth
+Bellenden wrote it. Ten months almost from this day she landed here.
+What has passed between Edmond Czerny and her in that time God alone
+knows! She isn't one to make complaint, be sure of it. She has suffered
+much, as a good woman always must suffer when she is linked to a bad
+man. If these papers do not say so plainly, they say it by implication.
+And, concerning that, I'll ask you a question. What is Edmond Czerny
+here for? The answer's in a word. He is here for the money he gets out
+of the wreckage of ships!"</p>
+
+<p>It was no great surprise to them, I venture, though surprise I meant it
+to be. They had guessed something the night we came ashore, and seamen
+aren't as stupid as some take them for. Nevertheless, they picked up
+their ears at my words, and Peter Bligh, filling his pipe, slowly,
+said, after a bit:</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it wouldn't be for parlour games, captain!"</p>
+
+<p>The others were too curious to put in their word, and so I went on:</p>
+
+<p>"He's here for wreckage and the money it brings him. I'll leave it to
+you to say what's done to those that sailed the ships. There are words
+in this paper which make a man's blood run cold. If they are to be
+repeated, they shall be spoken where Edmond Czerny can hear them, and
+those that judge him. What we are concerned about at this moment is
+Ken's Island and its story. You've heard the old Frenchman, Clair-de-Lune,
+speak of sleep-time and sun-time. As God is in heaven, he spoke
+the truth!"</p>
+
+<p>They none of them answered me. Down below us the sea shimmered in the
+morning light. We sat on a ledge a thousand feet above it, and, save
+for the lapping waves on the reef, not a sound of life, not even a bird
+on the wing, came nigh us. You could have heard a pin drop when I went
+on.</p>
+
+<p>"Sleep-time and sun-time, is it fable or truth? Ruth Bellenden says its
+truth. I'll read you her <span class="nobr">words&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>Peter Bligh said, "Ah," and struck a match. Seth Barker, the carpenter,
+sat for all the world like a child, with his great mouth wide open and
+his eyes full of wonder. Dolly Venn was curled up at my feet like a
+dog. I opened the papers and began to read to them:</p>
+
+<p>"On the 14th of August, three weeks after the ship brought us to Ken's
+Island, I was awakened at four o'clock in the morning by an alarm-bell
+ringing somewhere in the island. The old servant, she whom they called
+'Mother Meg,' came into my room in great haste to tell me to get up.
+When I was dressed my husband entered and laughingly said that we must
+go on board the yacht at once. I was perplexed and a little cross about
+it; but when we were rowed out to the ship, I found that all the white
+people were leaving the island in boats and being rowed to those rocks
+which lie upon the northward side. Edmond tells me that there are
+dangerous seasons in this beautiful place, when the whole island is
+unfit for human habitation and all must leave it, sometimes for a week,
+sometimes for a month."</p>
+
+<p>I put the paper down and turned another page of it.</p>
+
+<p>"That, you see," said I, "is written on the 14th of August, before she
+knew the true story or what the dangerous time might mean. Passing on,
+I find another entry on September 21st, and that makes it clearer:</p>
+
+<p>"There is here a wonderful place they call 'The House Under the Sea.'
+It is built for those who cannot escape the sleep-time otherwise. I am
+to go there when my husband sails for Europe. I have asked to accompany
+him and am refused. There are less delicate ways of reminding a woman
+that she has lost her liberty.</p>
+
+<p>"November 13th.&mdash;I have again asked Edmond to permit me to accompany
+him to London. He answers that he has his reasons. There is a way of
+speaking to a woman she can never forget. My husband spoke in that way
+this morning.</p>
+
+<p>"December 12th.&mdash;I know Edmond's secret, and he knows that I know it!
+Shall I tell it to the winds and the waves? Who else will listen? Let
+me ask of myself courage. I can neither think nor act to-night.</p>
+
+<p>"December 25th.&mdash;Christmas Day! I am alone. A year ago&mdash;but what shall
+it profit to remember a year ago? I am in a prison-house beneath the
+sea, and the waves beat against my windows with their moaning cry,
+'Never, never again&mdash;never again!' At night, when the tide has fallen,
+I open my window and send a message to the sea. Will any hear it? I
+dare not hope.</p>
+
+<p>"January 1st.&mdash;My husband has returned from his cruise. He is to go to
+Europe to see after my affairs. Will he tell them, I wonder, that Ruth
+Bellenden is dead?</p>
+
+<p>"January 8th.&mdash;The sleep-time has now lasted for nine weeks. They tell
+me that vapours rise up from the land and lie above it like a cloud.
+Some think they come from the great poppies which grow in the marshy
+fields of the lowlands; others say from the dark pools in the gorges of
+the hills. However it may be, those that remain on the island fall into
+a trance while the vapour is there. A strange thing! Some never wake
+from it; some lose their senses; the negroes alone seem able to live
+through it. The vapours arise quite suddenly; we ring the alarm-bell to
+send the people to the ships.</p>
+
+<p>"January 15th.&mdash;We returned to the island to-day. How blind and selfish
+some people are! I do believe that Aunt Rachel is content to live on
+this dreadful place. She is infatuated with Edmond. 'I am anchored
+securely in a home: she says. 'The house under the sea is a young man's
+romantic fancy.' The rest is meaningless to her&mdash;a man's whim. 'I
+cannot dissipate my fortune on Ken's Island.' Aunt Rachel was always a
+miser.</p>
+
+<p>"February 2d.&mdash;This morning Edmond came to me for that which he calls
+'an understanding.' His affection distresses me. Oh, it might all be so
+different if I would but say 'yes.' And what prevents me&mdash;the voices I
+have heard on the reef; or is it because I know&mdash;I know?</p>
+
+<p>"February 9th.&mdash;I am on the island again and the sun is shining. What I
+have suffered none shall ever know. I prefer Edmond Czerny's anger to
+his love. We understand each other now.</p>
+
+<p>"February 21st.&mdash;My message to the sea remains unanswered. Will it be
+forever?</p>
+
+<p>"March 3d.&mdash;If Jasper Begg should come to me, how would they receive
+him? How could he help me? I do not know&mdash;and yet my woman's heart says
+'Come!'</p>
+
+<p>"April 4th.&mdash;There has been a short recurrence of the sleep-time. A
+ship struck upon the reef, and the crew rowed ashore to the island. I
+saw them last night in the moonlight, from my windows. They fell one by
+one at the border of the wood and slept. You could count their bodies
+in the clear white light. I tried to shut the sight from my eyes, but
+it followed me to my bed-room!</p>
+
+<p>"May 3d.&mdash;I whispered my message to the sea again, but am alone&mdash;God
+knows how much alone!"</p>
+
+<p>I folded up the paper and looked at the others. Peter Bligh's pipe had
+gone out and lay idle in his hand. Dolly Venn was still curled at my
+feet. Seth Barker I do not believe had budged an inch the whole time I
+was reading. The story gripped them like a vice&mdash;and who shall wonder
+at that? For, mark you, it might yet be our story.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter," said I, "you have heard what Mme. Czerny says, and you know
+now as much as I do. I am waiting for your notion."</p>
+
+<p>He picked up his pipe and began to fill it again.</p>
+
+<p>"Captain," says he, "what notions can I have which wouldn't be in any
+sane head? This island's a death-trap, and the sooner we're off it the
+better for our healths. What's happened to the ship, the Lord only
+knows! At a guess I would say that an accident's overtook her. Why
+should a man leave his shipmates if it isn't by an accident? Mister
+Jacob is not the one to go psalm-singing when he knows we're short of
+victuals and cooped up here like rats in a trap! Not he, as I'm a
+living man! Then an accident's overtook him; he doesn't come, because
+he can't come, which, as my old father used to say, was the best of
+reasons. Putting two and two together, I should speak for sailing away
+without him, which is plain reason anyway."</p>
+
+<p>"We walking on the sea, the likes of which the parson talks about?"
+chimed in Seth Barker.</p>
+
+<p>"If you haven't got a boat," says Dolly Venn, "I don't see how you are
+to make one out of seaweed! Perhaps Mister Jacob will come back
+tomorrow."</p>
+
+<p>"And perhaps we sha'n't be hungry before that same time!" added Peter
+Bligh; "aye, that's it, captain, where's the dinner to come from?"</p>
+
+<p>I thought upon it a minute, and then I said to them:</p>
+
+<p>"If Dolly Venn heard a bell ringing last night that's the danger-bell
+of which Miss Ruth speaks. We cannot go down to the island, for doesn't
+she say it's death to be caught there? We cannot stop up here or we
+shall die of hunger. If there's a man among you that can point to a
+middle course, I shall be glad to hear him. We have got to do
+something, lads, that's sure!"</p>
+
+<p>They stared at me wonderingly; none of them could answer it. We were
+between the devil and the deep sea, and in our hearts I think we began
+to say that if the ship did not come before many hours had passed, four
+of her crew, at least, would cease to care whether she came or stopped.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_11"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XI</h3>
+
+<h4>LIGHTS UNDER THE SEA</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">The</span> day fell powerfully hot, with scarce
+a breath of wind and a Pacific
+sun beating fiercely on the barren rocks. What shelter was to be had we
+got in the low cave behind the platform; but our eyes were rarely
+turned away from the sea, and many a time we asked each other what kept
+Clair-de-Lune or why the ship was missing. That the old man had some
+good reason I made certain from the beginning; but the ship was a
+greater matter. Either she was powerless to help us or Mister Jacob had
+mistaken his orders. I knew not what to think. It was enough to be
+trapped there on that bit of a rock and to tell each other that, sleep-time
+or sun-time, we should be dead men if no help came to us.</p>
+
+<p>"Belike the Frenchman's took with the fog and is doing a bit of a doze
+on his own account," said Peter Bligh, gloomily, towards three bells in
+the afternoon watch&mdash;and little enough that wasn't gloomy he'd spoken
+that day. "Well, sleep won't fill my canteen anyway! I could manage a
+rump-steak, thank you, captain, and not particular about the onions!"</p>
+
+<p>They laughed at his notion of it, and Seth Barker sympathetically
+pegged his belt up one. I was more sorry for little Dolly Venn than any
+of them, though his pluck was wonderful to see.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you hungry, Dolly, lad?" I asked him, by-and-bye. Foolish question
+that it was, he answered me with a boy's bright laugh and something
+which could make light of it:</p>
+
+<p>"It's good for the constitution to fast, sir," he said, bravely; "our
+curate used to tell us so when I went to church. We shall all be
+saints&mdash;and Mr. Peter will have a halo if this goes on long enough!"</p>
+
+<p>Now, Peter Bligh didn't take to that notion at all, and he called out,
+savagely:</p>
+
+<p>"To blazes with your halos! Is it Christianity to rob an honest man of
+his victuals? Give me a round of top-side and leave me out of the
+stained-glass window! I'm not taking any, lad&mdash;my features isn't
+regular, as my <span class="nobr">poor&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Peter, Peter," said I, bringing him to, "so it's top-side to-day? It
+was duck and green peas yesterday, Peter; but it won't be that to-night,
+not by a long way!"</p>
+
+<p>"If we sit on this rock long enough," chimed in Seth Barker, who was
+over-patient for his size, "some on us will be done like a rasher. I
+wouldn't make any complaint, captain; but I take leave to say it isn't
+wisdom."</p>
+
+<p>I had meant to say as much myself, but Peter Bligh was in before me,
+and so I let him speak.</p>
+
+<p>"Fog or no fog," cries he, "I'm for the shore presently, and that's
+sure and certain. It ain't no handsome vulture that I'm going to feed
+anyway! I don't doubt that you'll come with me, captain. Why, you could
+play 'God save the King' on me and hear every note! I'm a toonful drum,
+that's what I <span class="nobr">am&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Be what you like, but don't ask us to dance to your music," said I,
+perhaps a little nettled; "as for going down, of course we shall,
+Peter. Do you suppose I'm the one to die up here like a rat in a trap?
+Not so, I do assure you. Give me twilight and a clear road, and I'll
+show you the way quick enough!"</p>
+
+<p>I could see that they were pleased, and Dolly Venn spoke up for them.</p>
+
+<p>"You won't go alone, sir?" asked he.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, and I shall, Dolly, and come back the same way. Don't you fear
+for me, my lad," said I; "I've been in a fog before in my life, and out
+of it, too, though I never loved them overmuch. If there's danger down
+below, one man has eyes enough to see it. It would be a mortal waste
+and pity that four should pay what one can give. But I won't forget
+that you are hungry, and if there's roast duck about, Peter Bligh shall
+have a wing, I promise him."</p>
+
+<p>Well, they all sat up at this; and Peter Bligh, very solemnly crossing
+his fingers after the Italian fashion, swore, as seamen will, that we'd
+all go together, good luck or bad, the devil or the deep sea. Seth
+Barker was no less determined upon it; and as for Dolly Venn, I believe
+he'd have cried like a child if he'd been left behind. In the end I
+gave way to them, and it was agreed that we should all set out
+together, for better or worse, when the right time came.</p>
+
+<p>"Your way, lads, not mine," said I; and pleased, too, at their
+affection. "As you wish it, so shall it be; and that being agreed upon
+I'll trouble Peter Bligh for his tobacco, for mine's low. We'll dine
+this night, fog or no fog. 'Twould want to be something sulphurous, I'm
+thinking, to put Peter off his grub. Aye, Peter, isn't that so? What
+would you say now to an Irish stew with a bit of bacon in it, and a
+glass of whisky to wash it down? Would fogs turn you back?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, nor Saint Patrick himself, with a shillelagh in his hand. I'm
+mortal empty, captain; and no man's more willing to leave this same
+bird's nest though he had all the sulphur out of Vesuvius on his
+diagram! We'll go down at sunset, by your leave, and God send us safely
+back again!"</p>
+
+<p>The others echoed my "Amen," and for an hour or more we all sat dozing
+in the heat of the angry day. Once, I think towards seven bells of the
+watch, Dolly Venn pointed out the funnels of a steamer on the northern
+horizon; but the loom of the smoke was soon lost, and from that time
+until six o'clock of the afternoon I do not think twenty words were to
+be heard on the rock. We were just waiting, waiting, like weary men who
+have a big work to do and are anxious to do it; and no sooner had the
+sun gone down and a fresh breeze of night begun to blow, than we jumped
+to our feet and told each other that the time had come.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you, Peter, take the ladder and let Seth Barker steady the end of
+it," said I. "The road's tricky enough, and precious little dinner
+you'll get at the bottom of a thousand-foot chasm! If there's men on
+the island, we shall know that soon enough. They cannot do more than
+murder us, and murder has merits when starvation's set against it. Come
+on, my lads," said I, "and keep a weather-eye open."</p>
+
+<p>This I said, and willingly they heard me; no gladder party ever went
+down a hillside than we four, whom hunger drove on and thirst made
+brave. Dangerous places, which we should have crossed with wary feet at
+any other time, now found us reckless and hasty.</p>
+
+<p>We bridged the chasms with the ladder, and slid down it as though it
+had been a rope. The bird's nest, where five days ago we'd first found
+shelter from the islanders, detained us now no longer than would
+suffice for thirsty men to bathe their faces and their hands in the
+brook which gushed out from the hillside, and to drink a draught which
+they remembered to their dying day. Aye, refreshing it was, more than
+words can tell, and such strength it gave us that, if there had been a
+hundred men on the mountain path; I do believe our steps would still
+have been set for the bungalow. For we were about to learn the truth.
+Curiosity is a good wind, even when you're hungry.</p>
+
+<p>Now, there was a place on the headland, three hundred feet above the
+valley, perhaps, whereat the hill path turned and, for the first time,
+the island was plainly to be seen. Here at this place we stopped all
+together and began to spy out the woods through which we had raced for
+our lives six days ago. The sun had but just set then, and, short as
+the twilight is in these parts, there was enough of it for us to make a
+good observation and to be sure of many things. What I think struck us
+all at the first was the absence of any fog such as we had heard about
+both from the Frenchman and Ruth Bellenden's diary. A bluish vapour, it
+is true, appeared to steam up from the woods and to loom in hazy clouds
+above the lower marshland. But of fog in the proper sense there was not
+a trace; and although I began to find the air a little heavy to
+breathe, and a curious stupidness, for which I could not altogether
+account, troubled my head, nevertheless I made sure that the story of
+sleep-time was, in the main, a piece of nonsense and that we should
+soon prove it to be so. Nor were the others behind me in this.</p>
+
+<p>"It is no fog I see which would slow me down a knot!" said Peter Bligh,
+when the island came into view; "to think that a man should go without
+his dinner for yon peat smoke! Surely, captain, they are simple in
+these parts and easy at the bogeys. 'Twill be roast duck, after all&mdash;
+and, may-be, the sage thrown in!"</p>
+
+<p>This was all well said, but Dolly Venn, quicker with his eyes, remarked
+a stranger fact.</p>
+
+<p>"There's no one about, sir, that I can see," said he, wisely, "and no
+lights in the houses either. I wonder where all the people are? It's
+curious that we shouldn't see some one."</p>
+
+<p>He put it as a kind of question; but before I could answer him Seth
+Barker chimed in with his deep voice, and pointed towards the distant
+reef:</p>
+
+<p>"They've lit up the sea, that's what they've done," said he.</p>
+
+<p>"By thunder, they have!" cries Peter Bligh, in his astonishment; "and
+generous about it, too. Saw any one such a thing as that?"</p>
+
+<p>He indicated the distant reef, which seemed, as I bear witness, ablaze
+with lights. And not only the reef, mark you, but the sea about it, a
+cable's length, it may be, to the north and the south, shone like a
+pool of fire, yellow and golden, and sometimes with a rare and
+beautiful green light when the darkness deepened. Such a spectacle I
+shall never see again if I sail a thousand ships! That luscious green
+of the rolling seas, the spindrift tossed in crystals of light, foam
+running on the rocks, but foam like the water of jewels, a dazzling
+radiance&mdash;aye, a very carpet of quivering gold. Of this had they made
+the northern channel. How it was done, what cleverness worked it, it
+needed greater brains than mine to say. I was for all the world like a
+man struck dumb with the beauty of something which pleases and awes him
+in the same breath.</p>
+
+<p>"Lights under the sea, and people living there! It's enough to make a
+man doubt his senses," said I. "And yet the thing's true, lads: we're
+sane men and waking; it isn't a story-book. You can prove it for
+yourselves."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, and men going in and out like landsmen to their houses," cried
+Peter, almost breathless; "it's a fearsome sight, captain, a fearsome
+sight, upon my word."</p>
+
+<p>The rest of us said nothing. We were just a little frightened group
+that stared open-mouthed upon a seeming miracle. If we regarded the
+things we saw with a seaman's reverence, let no one make complaint of
+that. The spectacle was one to awe any man; nor might we forget that
+those who appeared to live below the sea lived there, as Ruth Bellenden
+had told us, because the island was a death-trap. We were in the trap
+and none to show us the road out.</p>
+
+<p>"Peter," said I, suddenly, for I wished to turn their thoughts away
+from it, "are you forgetting it's dinner-time?"</p>
+
+<p>"I clean forgot, captain, by all that's holy," said he.</p>
+
+<p>"And not feeling very hungry, either," exclaims Dolly Venn, who had
+begun to cough in the steaming vapour, which we laughed at. I was
+anxious about the lad already, and it didn't comfort me to hear Seth
+Barker breathing like an ox and telling me that it should be clearer in
+the valley.</p>
+
+<p>I said, "Yes, it might be," and all together we began to march again. A
+sharp walk carried us from the hill path through the tangle of bushes
+into the woods wherefrom danger first had come to us. The night had set
+in by this time and a clear moon was showing in the sky. Rare and
+beautiful, I must say, that moonlight was, shimmering through the hazy
+blue vapour and coming down almost as a carpet of violet between the
+broad green leaves. No scene that I have witnessed upon the stage of a
+theatre was more pleasing to my eyes than that silent forest with its
+lawns of grass and its patches of wonderful, fantastic light, and its
+strange silence, and the loneliness of which it seemed to speak. So
+awesome was it that I do not wonder we went a considerable way in
+silence. We were afraid, perhaps, to tell each other what we thought.
+When Peter Bligh cried out at last, we started at the sound of his
+voice as though a stranger hailed us.</p>
+
+<p>"Yonder," cried he, in a voice grown deep and husky; "yonder, captain,
+what do you make of that? Is it living men or dead, or do my eyes
+deceive me?"</p>
+
+<p>I stopped short at his words and the others halted with me. We were in
+a deep glen by this time; and all the surrounding woodland was shut
+from our sight. Great trees spread their branches like a canopy above
+us; the grass was soft and downy to the feet; the bewitching violet
+light gave unnatural yet wonderful colours to the flowery bushes about
+us. No fairy glen could have showed a heart more wonderful; and yet, I
+say, we four stood on the borders of it, with white faces and blinking
+eyes, and thoughts which none would change even with his own brother.</p>
+
+<p>Why did he do it, you ask? Ah, I'll tell you why.</p>
+
+<p>There were three men sleeping in the glen, and the face of one was
+plainly to be seen. He lay upon his back, his hands clenched, his limbs
+stiff, his eyes wide open as though some fearsome apparition had come
+to him and was not to be passed by. Of the others, one had dropped face
+downward and lay huddled up at the tree's foot; but the third was in a
+natural attitude and I do believe that he was dead. For a long time we
+stood there watching them&mdash;for he whose eyes were to be seen uttered
+every now and then a dismal cry in his sleep, and the second began to
+talk like a man in a delirium. Spanish he spoke, and that is a tongue I
+do not understand. But the words told of agony if ever words did, and I
+turned away from the scene at last as a man who couldn't bear to hear
+them.</p>
+
+<p>"They're sleeping," said I, "and little good to wake them, if Miss Ruth
+speaks true. Come on, lads&mdash;the shore's our road and short's the time
+to get there."</p>
+
+<p>Peter Bligh reeled dizzily in his walk and began to talk
+incoherently&mdash;a thing I had never heard him do before in all his life.</p>
+
+<p>"They're sleeping, aye, and what's the waking to be? Is it the madhouse
+or the ground? She spoke of the madhouse, and who'll deny, with reason?
+There was air for a man in the heights and no parlour plants. I walked
+forty miles to Cardiff Fair and didn't dance like this. Take bread when
+you've no meat, and, by thunder, I'll fill your glasses."</p>
+
+<p>Well, he gabbled on so, and not one of us gave him a hearing. I had my
+arm linked in Dolly Venn's, for he was weak and hysterical, and I
+feared he'd go under. Seth Barker, a strong man always, crashed through
+the underwood like an elephant stampeding. The woods, I said, could
+show us no more awesome sight than we had happed upon in the hollow;
+but there I was wrong, for we hadn't tracked a quarter of a mile when
+we stumbled suddenly upon the gardens of the bungalow, and there, lying
+all together, were five young girls I judged to be natives, for they
+had the shape of Pacific Islanders, and, seen in that strange light,
+were as handsome and taking as European women. Asleep they were, you
+couldn't doubt it; but, unlike the white men, they lay so still that
+they might have been dead, while nothing but their smiling faces told
+of life and breathing. They, at least, did not appear to suffer, and
+that was something for our consolation.</p>
+
+<p>"Look yonder, Dolly lad, and 'tell me what you see," said I, though,
+truth to tell, every word spoken was like a knife through my chest;
+"three young women sleeping as though they were in their own beds.
+Isn't that a sight to keep a man up? If they can go through with it,
+why not we&mdash;great men that have the sea's good health in them? Bear up,
+my boy, well find a haven presently."</p>
+
+<p>I didn't believe it, that goes without saying, nor, for that matter,
+did he. But wild horses wouldn't have dragged the truth from him. He
+was always a rare plucky one, was little Dolly Venn, and he behaved as
+such that night.</p>
+
+<p>"Better leave me? sir," he said; "I'm dead weight in the boat. Do you
+go to the beach, and perhaps the ship will come back. You've been very
+kind to me, Mister Begg, so kind, and now it's 'good-bye,' just 'good-bye'
+and a long good-night."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye," said I, "and a sharp appetite for breakfast in the morning. Did
+you ever hear that I was a bit of a strong man, Dolly? Well, you see, I
+can pick you up as though you were a feather, and now that I have got
+you into my arms I'm going to carry you&mdash;why, where do you think?&mdash;into
+Ruth Bellenden's house, of course."</p>
+
+<p>He said nothing, but lay in my arms like a child. Peter Bligh had
+fallen headlong by the gate of the bungalow, and Seth Barker was about
+raving. I had trouble to make him understand my words; but he took them
+at last and did as I told him.</p>
+
+<p>"Open that door&mdash;with the bludgeon if you can't do it otherwise. But
+open it, man, open it!"</p>
+
+<p>He drew himself up erect and dealt a blow upon the door which might
+have brought down a factory chimney. I ran into the house with Dolly
+Venn in my arms, and as I ran I called to Barker, for God's sake, to
+help Mister Bligh. There would be no one in the house, I said, and
+nothing to be got by whispers. We ran a race with death, and for the
+moment had turned the corner before him.</p>
+
+<p>"Get Mister Bligh to the house and bar up the door after you. The fog
+will fill it in five minutes, and what then? Do you hear me, Seth
+Barker&mdash;do you hear me?"</p>
+
+<p>I asked the question plainly enough; but it was not Seth Barker who
+replied to it. You shall judge of my feelings when a bright light
+flashed suddenly in my face and a pleasant voice, coming out of
+nowhere, said, quite civilly:</p>
+
+<p>"The door, by all means, if you have any; regard for your lives or
+mine!"</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_12"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XII</h3>
+
+<h4>THE DANCING MADNESS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">It</span> was a great surprise to me that
+here should have been one of Edmond
+Czerny's men left in the bungalow; and when I heard his voice I stood
+for a full minute, uncertain whether to go on or to draw back. The
+light of the lamp was very bright; I had Dolly Venn in my arms,
+remember, and it was all Seth Barker's work to bring in Mister Bligh,
+so that no one will wonder at my hesitation, or the questions I put to
+myself as to how many men were in the house with the stranger, or what
+business kept him there when the island was a death-trap. These
+questions, however, the man answered for himself before many minutes
+had passed; and, moreover, a seaman's instinct seemed to tell me that
+he was a friend.</p>
+
+<p>"Walk right in here," he cried, opening a door behind him and showing
+me a room I had not entered when I visited Mme. Czerny. "Walk right in
+and don't gather daisies on the way. You've been on a pleasure cruise
+in the fog, I suppose&mdash;well, that's a sailor all the time&mdash;just all the
+time."</p>
+
+<p>He opened the door, I say, upon this, and when we had followed him into
+the room he shut it as quickly. It was not a very large apartment, but
+I noticed at once that the windows were blocked and curtained, and that
+half the space was lumbered up with great machines which seemed made up
+of glass bowls and jars; while a flame of gas was roaring out of an
+iron tube, and a current of delicious fresh air blowing upon our faces.
+Whatever we were in for, whether friendship or the other thing, a man
+could breathe here, and that was something to be thankful for.</p>
+
+<p>"We were caught in the woods and ran for it," said I, thinking in time
+to make my explanations; "it may have been a fool's errand, but it has
+brought us to a wise man's door. You know what the lad's trouble is, or
+you wouldn't be in this house, sir. I'll thank you for any kindness to
+him."</p>
+
+<p>He turned a pleasant face towards me and bade me lay Dolly on the sofa
+near the flaming burner. Peter Bligh was sitting on a chair, swearing,
+I fear, as much as he was coughing. Seth Barker, who had the lungs of a
+bull, looked as though he had found good grass. The fog wasn't made, I
+do believe, which would harm him. As for the doctor himself, he seemed
+like a perplexed man who has time for one smile and no more.</p>
+
+<p>"The lad will be all right in five minutes," said he, seriously; "there
+is air enough here, we being five men, for," he appeared to pause, and
+then he added, "for just three days. After that&mdash;why, yes, we'll begin
+to think after that."</p>
+
+<p>I did not know what to say to him, nor, I am sure, did the others.
+Dolly Venn had already opened his eyes and lay back, white and
+bloodless, on the sofa. A hissing sound of escaping gas was in the
+room. I breathed so freely that a sense of excitement, almost of
+intoxication, came upon me. The doctor moved about quietly and
+methodically, now looking to his burners, now at the machines. Five
+minutes came and went before he put another question.</p>
+
+<p>"What kept you from the shelter?" he asked, at last. I knew then that
+he believed us to be Edmond Czerny's men; and I made up my mind
+instantly what to do.</p>
+
+<p>"Prudence kept us, doctor," said I (for doctor plainly he was);
+"prudence, the same sense that turns a fly from a spider's web. It is
+fair that you should know the story. We haven't come to Ken's Island
+because we are Edmond Czerny's friends; nor will he call us that. Ask
+Mme. Czerny the next time you meet her, and she'll tell you what
+brought us here. You are acting well towards us and confidence is your
+due, so I say that the day when Edmond Czerny finds us on this shore
+will be a bad one for him or a bad one for us, as the case may be. Let
+it begin with that, and afterwards we shall sail in open water."</p>
+
+<p>I said all this just naturally, not wishing him to think that I feared
+Edmond Czerny nor was willing to hoist false colours. Enemy or friend,
+I meant to be honest with him. It was some surprise to me, I must say,
+when he went on quietly with his work, moving from place to place, now
+at the gas-burner, now at his machine, just for all the world as though
+this visitation had not disturbed him. When he spoke it was to ask a
+question about Miss Ruth.</p>
+
+<p>"Mme. Czerny," said he, quietly; "there is a Mme. Czerny, then?"</p>
+
+<p>Now, if he had struck me with his hand I could not have been more
+surprised at his ignorance. Just think of it&mdash;here was a man left
+behind on Ken's Island when all the riffraff there had fled to some
+shelter on the sea; a man working quietly, I was sure, to discover what
+he could of the gases which poisoned us; a man in Mistress Ruth's own
+house who did not even know her name. Nothing more wonderful had I
+heard that night. And the way he put the question, raising his eyebrows
+a little, and looking up over his long, white apron!</p>
+
+<p>"Not heard of Mme. Czerny!" cried I, in astonishment, "not heard of
+her&mdash;why, what shore do you hail from, then? Don't you know that she's
+his wife, doctor&mdash;his wife?"</p>
+
+<p>He turned to his bottles and went on arranging them. He was speaking
+and acting now at the same time.</p>
+
+<p>"I came ashore with Prince Czerny when he landed here three days ago.
+He did not speak of his wife. There are others in America who would be
+interested in the news&mdash;young ladies, I think."</p>
+
+<p>He paused for a little while, and then he said quietly:</p>
+
+<p>"You would be friends of the Princess's, no doubt?"</p>
+
+<p>"Princess be jiggered," said I; "that is to say, God forgive me, for I
+love Miss Ruth better than my own sister. He's no more a prince than
+you are, though that's a liberty, seeing that I don't know your name,
+doctor. He's just Edmond Czerny, a Hungarian musician, who caught a
+young girl's fancy in the South, and is making her suffer for it here
+in the Pacific. Why, just think of it. A young American
+<span class="nobr">girl&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>He stopped me abruptly, swinging round on his heel and showing the
+first spark of animation he had as yet been guilty of.</p>
+
+<p>"An American girl?" cried he.</p>
+
+<p>"As true as the Gospels, an American girl. She was the daughter of
+Rupert Bellenden, who made his money on the Western American Railroad.
+If you remember the Elbe going down, you won't ask what became of him.
+His son, Kenrick Bellenden, is in America now. I'd give my fortune,
+doctor, to let him know how it fares with his sister on this cursed
+shore. That's why my own ship sails for 'Frisco this day&mdash;at least, I
+hope and believe so, for otherwise she's at the bottom of the sea."</p>
+
+<p>I told the story with some heat, for amazement is the enemy of a slow
+tongue; but my excitement was not shared by him, and for some minutes
+afterwards he stood like a man in a reverie.</p>
+
+<p>"You came in your own ship!" he exclaimed next. "Why, yes, you would
+not have walked. Did Mme. Czerny ask you here?"</p>
+
+<p>"It was a promise to her," said I. "She left the money with her lawyers
+for me to bring a ship to Ken's Island twelve months after her
+marriage. That promise I kept, doctor, and here I am and here are my
+shipmates, and God knows what is to be the end of it and the end of us!"</p>
+
+<p>He agreed to that with one of those expressive nods which spared him a
+deal of talk. By-and-bye, without referring to the matter any more, he
+turned suddenly to Peter Bligh and exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Halloa, my man, and what's the matter with you?"</p>
+
+<p>Now, Peter Bligh sat up as stiff as a board and answered directly.</p>
+
+<p>"Hunger, doctor, that's the matter with me! If you'll add thirst to it,
+you've about named my complaint."</p>
+
+<p>"Fog out of your lungs, eh?"</p>
+
+<p>"Be sure and it is. I could dance at a fair and not be particular about
+the women. Put me alongside a beef-steak and you shall see some love-making.
+Aye, doctor, I'll never get my bread as a living skeleton, the
+saints be good to me, my hold's too big for that!"</p>
+
+<p>It was like Mister Bligh, and amused the stranger very much. Just as if
+to answer Peter, the doctor crossed the room and opened a big cupboard
+by the window, which I saw to be full of victuals.</p>
+
+<p>"I forget to eat, myself, when the instruments hustle me," said he,
+thoughtfully; "that's a bad habit, anyway. Suppose you display your
+energy by setting supper. There are tinned things here and eggs, I
+believe. You'll find firewood and fresh meat in the kitchen yonder.
+Here's something to keep the fog out of your lungs while you get it."</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-138">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-138.jpg" height="624" width="448" alt="We were all sitting at the supper table" /></p>
+
+<p class="pictitle">We were all sitting at the supper-table.</p>
+
+<p>He tossed a respirator across the table, and Peter Bligh was away to
+the kitchen before you could count two. It was a relief to have
+something to do, and right quickly our fellows did it. We were all
+(except little Dolly Venn, who wanted his strength yet) sitting at the
+supper table when half an hour had passed and eating like men who had
+fasted for a month. To-morrow troubled the seamen but little. It did
+not trouble Peter Bligh or Seth Barker that night, I witness.</p>
+
+<p>A strange scene, you will admit, and one not readily banished from the
+memory. For my part, I see that room, I see that picture many a time in
+the night watches on my ship or in the dreaming moments of a seaman's
+day. The great machines of glass and brass rise up again about me as
+they rose that night. I watch the face of the American doctor, sharp
+and clear-cut and boyish, with the one black curl across the forehead.
+I see Peter Bligh bent double over the table, little Dolly Venn's eyes
+looking up bravely at me as he tries to tell us that all is well with
+him. The same curious sensations of doubt and uncertainty come again to
+plague me. What escape was there from that place? What escape from the
+island? Who was to help us in our plight? Who was to befriend little
+Ruth Bellenden now? Would the ship ever come back? Was she above or
+below the sea? Would the sleep-time endure long, and should we live
+through it? Ah! that was the thing to ask them. More especially to ask
+this clever man, whose work I made sure it was to answer the question.</p>
+
+<p>"We thank you, doctor," I said to him, at one time; "we owe our lives
+to you this night. We sha'n't forget that, be sure of it."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll never eat a full meal again but I'll remember the name of
+Doctor&mdash;Doctor&mdash;which reminds me that I don't know your name,
+sir," added Peter Bligh, clumsily. The doctor smiled at his humour.</p>
+
+<p>"Dr. Duncan Gray, if it's anything to remember. Ask for Duncan Gray, of
+Chicago, and one man in a thousand will tell you that he makes it his
+business to write about poisons, not knowing anything of them. Why,
+yes, poison brought me here and poison will move me on again; at least
+I begin to imagine it. Poison, you see, holds the aces."</p>
+
+<p>"It's a fearsome place, truly," said I, "and wonderful that Europe
+knows so little about it. I've seen Ken's Island on the charts any time
+these fifteen years, but never a whisper have I heard of sleep-time or
+sun-time or any other death-talk such as I've heard these last three
+days. You'll be here, doctor, no doubt, to ascertain the truth of it?
+If my common sense did not tell me as much, the machinery would. It's a
+great thing to be a man of your kind, and I'd give much if my education
+had led me that way. But I was only at a country grammar school, and
+what I couldn't get in at one end the master never could at the other.
+Aye, I'd give much to know what you know this night!"</p>
+
+<p>He smiled a little queerly at the compliment, I thought, and turned it
+off with a word.</p>
+
+<p>"I begin to know how little I know, and that's a good start," said he.
+"Possibly Ken's Island will make that little less. The master of Ken's
+Island is generously sending me to Nature's university. I think that I
+understand why he permitted me to come here. Why, yes, it was smart,
+and the man who first set curiosity going about Prince Czerny in
+Chicago is well out of Prince Czerny's way. I must reckon all this up,
+<span class="nobr">Captain&mdash;Captain&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Jasper Begg," said I, "at one time master of Ruth Bellenden's yacht,
+the Manhattan."</p>
+
+<p>"And Peter Bligh, his mate, who is a Christian man when the victuals
+are right."</p>
+
+<p>Seth Barker said nothing, but I named him and spoke about Dolly Venn.
+We five, I think, began to know each other better from that time, and
+to fall together as comrades in a common misfortune. Parlous as our
+plight was, we had food and drink and tobacco for our pipes afterwards;
+and a seaman needs little more than that to make him happy. Indeed, we
+should have passed the night well enough, forgetting all that had gone
+before and must come after, but for a weird reminder at the hour of
+midnight, which compelled us to recollect our strange situation and all
+that it betided.</p>
+
+<p>Comfortable we were, I say, for Dr. Gray had found fine berths for us
+all: Dolly on the sofa, his skipper in an arm-chair, Peter Bligh and
+Seth Barker on rugs by the window, and he himself in a hammock slung
+across the kitchen door. We had said "good-night" to one another and
+were settling off to sleep, when there came a weird, wild calf from the
+grounds without; and so dismal was it and so like the cries of men in
+agony that we all sprang to our feet and stood, with every faculty
+waking, to listen to the horrible outcry. For a moment no man moved, so
+full of terror were those sounds; but the doctor, coming first to his
+senses, strode towards the window and pulled the heavy curtain back
+from it. Then, in the dazzling light, that wonderful gold-blue light
+which hovered in mist-clouds about the gardens of the bungalow, I saw a
+spectacle which froze my very blood. Twenty men and women, perhaps,
+some of them Europeans, some natives, some dressed in seamen's dress,
+some in rags, some quite naked, were dancing a wild, fantastic,
+maddening dance which no foaming Dervish could have surpassed, aye, or
+imitated, in his cruellest moments. Whirling round and round, extending
+their arms to the sky, sometimes casting themselves headlong on the
+ground, biting the earth with savage lips, tearing their flesh with
+knives, one or two falling stone-dead before our very eyes, these poor
+people in their delirium cried like animals, and filled the whole woods
+with their melancholic wailing. For ten minutes, it may be, the fit
+endured; then one by one they sank to the earth in the most fearful
+contortions of limb and face and body, and, a great silence coming upon
+the house, we saw them there in that cold, clear light, outposts of the
+death which Ken's Island harboured.</p>
+
+<p>We saw the thing, we knew its dreadful truth, yet many minutes passed
+before one among us opened his lip. The spell was still on us&mdash;a spell
+of dread and fear I pray that few men may know.</p>
+
+<p>"The laughing fever," exclaimed the doctor, at last, letting the
+curtain fall back with trembling hand. "Yes, I have heard of that
+somewhere."</p>
+
+<p>And then he said, pointing to the lamp upon the table:</p>
+
+<p>"Three days, my friends, three days between us and that!"</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_13"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XIII</h3>
+
+<h4>THE STORM</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">You</span> have been informed that Dr. Gray
+promised us three days' security
+in the bungalow, and I will now tell you how it came about that we
+quitted the house next morning, and set out anew upon the strangest
+errand of them all.</p>
+
+<p>There's an old saying among seamen that the higher the storm the deeper
+the sleep, and this, may-be, is true, if you speak of a ship and of an
+English crew upon her. It takes something more than a capful of wind to
+blow sleep from a sailor's eyes; and though you were to tell him that
+the Judgment was for to-morrow, I do believe he would take his four
+hours off all the same. But at Ken's Island things went differently;
+and two, at least, of our party knew little sleep that night. Again and
+again I turned on my bed to see Dr. Gray busy before his furnace and to
+hear Peter Bligh snoring as though he'd crack the window-glass.
+Nevertheless, sleep came to me slowly, and when I slept I dreamed of
+the island and all the strange things which had happened there since
+first we set foot upon it. Many sounds and shapes were present in my
+dream, and the sweet figure of Ruth Bellenden with them all. I saw her
+brave and patient in the gardens of the bungalow; the words which she
+had spoken, "For God's sake come back to me!" troubled my ears like the
+music of the sea. Sometimes, as dreams will, the picture was but a
+vague shadow, and would send me hither and thither, now to the high
+seas and an English port, again to the island and the bay wherein I
+first landed. I remember, more than all, a dream which carried me to
+the water's edge, with my hand in hers, and showed me a great storm and
+inky clouds looming above the reef and the lightning playing vividly,
+and a tide rising so swiftly that it threatened to engulf us and flood
+the very land on which we stood. And then I awoke, and the dawn-light
+was in the room and Dr. Gray himself stood watching by the window.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he said, as though answering some remark of mine, "we shall have
+a storm&mdash;and soon."</p>
+
+<p>"You do not say so!" cried I; "why, that's my dream! I must have heard
+the thunder in my sleep."</p>
+
+<p>He drew the curtain back to show me the angry sky, which gave promise
+of thunder and of a hurricane to follow; the air of the room seemed
+heavy as that of a prison-house. In the gardens outside a shimmer of
+yellow light reminded me of a London fog as once I breathed it by
+Temple Bar. No longer could you distinguish the trees or the bushes or
+even the mass of the woods beyond the gate. From time to time the loom
+of the cloud would lift, and a beam of sunlight strike through it,
+revealing a golden path and a bewitching vision of grass and roses all
+drooping in the heat. Then the ray was lost again, and the yellow
+vapour steamed up anew.</p>
+
+<p>"A storm undoubtedly," said the doctor, at last, "and a bad one, too.
+We should learn something from this, captain. Why, yes, it looks
+easy&mdash;after the storm the wind."</p>
+
+<p>"And the wind will clear Ken's Island of fog," cried I. "Ah, of course,
+it will. We shall breathe just now and go about like sane men. I am
+younger for hearing it, doctor."</p>
+
+<p>He said, "Yes, it was good news," and then put some sticks into the
+grate and began to make a fire. The others still slept heavily. Little
+Dolly Venn muttered in his sleep a name I thought I had heard before,
+and, truth to tell, it was something like "Rosamunda." The doctor
+himself was as busy as a housemaid.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he continued, presently, "we should be pretty well through with
+the sleep-time, and after that, waking. Does anything occur to you?"</p>
+
+<p>I sat up in the chair and looked at him closely. His own manner of
+speech was catching.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes," said I, "something does occur. For one thing, we may have
+company."</p>
+
+<p>He lit a match and watched the wood blazing up the chimney. A bit of
+fire is always a cheerful thing, and it did me good to see it that
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>"Czerny has more than a hundred men," said he, after some reflection.
+"We are four and one, which makes five; five exactly."</p>
+
+<p>Now, this was the first time he had confessed to anything which might
+let a man know where his sympathies lay. Friend or enemy, yesterday
+taught me nothing about him. I learnt afterwards that he had once known
+Kenrick Bellenden in Philadelphia. I think he was glad to have four
+comrades with him on Ken's Island.</p>
+
+<p>"If you mean thereby, doctor, that you'd join us," was my reply, "you
+couldn't tell me better news. You know why I came here and you know why
+I stay. It may mean much to Mme. Czerny to have such a friend as you.
+What can be done by five men on this cursed shore shall be done, I
+swear; but I am glad that you are with us&mdash;very glad."</p>
+
+<p>I really meant it, and spoke from my heart: but he was not a
+demonstrative man, and he rarely answered one directly as one might
+have wished. On this occasion, I remember, he went about his work for a
+little while before he spoke again; and it was not until the coffee was
+boiling on the hob that he came across to me and, seating himself on
+the arm of my chair, asked, abruptly:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know what fool's errand brought me to this place?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have imagined it," said I. "You wanted to know the truth about the
+sleep-time."</p>
+
+<p>He laughed that queer little laugh which expressed so much when you
+heard it.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said he, "I do not care a dime either way! I just came along to
+advertise myself. Ken's Island and its secrets are my newspaper. When I
+go back to New York people will say, 'That's the specialist, Duncan
+Gray, who wrote about narcotics and their uses.' They'll come and see
+me because the newspapers tell them to. We advertise or die, nowadays,
+captain, and the man who gets a foothold up above must take some risks.
+I took them when I shipped with Edmond Czerny."</p>
+
+<p>It was an honest story, and I liked the man the better for it. No word
+of mine intervened before he went on with it.</p>
+
+<p>"Luck put me in the way of the thing," he continued, the mood being on
+him now and my silence helping him; "I met Czerny's skipper in 'Frisco,
+and he was a talker. There's nothing more dangerous than a loose
+tongue. The man said that his master was the second human being to set
+foot on Ken's Archipelago. I knew that it was not true. A hundred years
+ago Jacob Hoyt, a Dutchman, was marooned on this place and lived to
+tell the story of it. The record lies in the library at Washington;
+I've read it."</p>
+
+<p>He said this with a low chuckle, like a man in possession of a secret
+which might be of great value to him. I did not see the point of it at
+the time, but I saw it later, as you shall hear.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," he rattled on, "Edmond Czerny holds a full hand, but I may yet
+draw fours. He's a clever man, too, and a deep one. We'll see who's the
+deeper, and we will begin soon, Captain Begg&mdash;very soon. The
+sleep-time's through, I guess, and this means waking."</p>
+
+<p>Now, this was spoken of the storm without, and a heavy clap of thunder,
+breaking at that moment, pointed his words as nothing else could have
+done. I had many questions yet to ask him, such as how it was that he
+persuaded Czerny to take him aboard (though a man who knew so much
+would have been a dangerous customer to leave behind), but the rolling
+sounds awoke the others, and Peter Bligh, jumping up half asleep, asked
+if any one knocked.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought it was the devil with the hot water&mdash;and bedad it is!" cries
+he. "Is the house struck, or am I dreaming it, doctor? It's a fearsome
+sound, truly."</p>
+
+<p>Peter meant it as a bit of his humour, I do believe; but little he knew
+how near the truth his guess was. The storm, which had threatened us
+since dawn, now burst with a splendour I have never seen surpassed. A
+very sheet of raging fire opened up the livid sky. The crashing thunder
+shook the timbers of the house until you might have thought that the
+very roof was coming in. In the gardens themselves, leaping into your
+view and passing out of it again as a picture shuttered by light, great
+trees were split and broken, the woods fired, the gravel driven up in a
+shower of pelting hail. I have seen storms in my life a-many, but never
+one so loud and so angry as the storm of that ebbing sleep-time. There
+were moments when a whirlwind of terrible sounds seemed to envelop us,
+and the very heavens might have been rolling asunder. We said that the
+bungalow could not stand, and we were right.</p>
+
+<p>Now, this was a bad prophecy; but the fulfilment came more swiftly and
+more surely than any of us had looked for. Indeed, Dolly Venn was
+scarce upon his feet, and the sleep hardly out of Seth Barker's eyes,
+when the room in which we stood was all filled by a scathing flame of
+crimson light, and, a whirlwind of fire sweeping about us, it seemed to
+wither and burn everything in its path and to scorch our very limbs as
+it passed them by. To this there succeeded an overpowering stench of
+sulphur, and ripping sounds as of wood bursting in splinters, and beams
+falling, and the crackling of timber burning. Not a man among us, I
+make sure, but knew full well the meaning of those signals or what they
+called him to do. The bungalow was struck; life lay in the fog without,
+in the death-fog we had twice escaped.</p>
+
+<p>"She's burning&mdash;she's burning, by<span class="nobr">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;!"</span>
+cried Seth Barker, running
+wildly for the door; and to his voice was added that of Duncan Gray,
+who roared:</p>
+
+<p>"My lead, my lead&mdash;stand back, for your lives!"</p>
+
+<p>He threw a muffler round his neck and ran out from the stricken
+bungalow. The whole westward wing of the house was now alight. Great
+clouds of crimson flame wrestled with the looming fog above us; they
+illumined all the garden about as with the light of ten thousand fiery
+lamps. Suffocating smoke, burning breezes, floating sparks, leaping
+tongues of flame drove us on. Cries you heard, one naming the heights
+for a haven, another clamouring for the beach, one answering with an
+oath, another, it may be, with a prayer; but no man keeping his wits or
+shaping a true course. What would have happened but for the holding fog
+and the sulphurous air we breathed, I make no pretence to say; but
+Nature stopped us at last, and, panting and exhausted, we came to a
+halt in the woods, and asked each other in the name of reason what we
+should do next.</p>
+
+<p>"The sea!" cries Peter Bligh, forgetting his courage (a rare thing for
+him to do); "show me the sea or I'm a dead man!"</p>
+
+<p>To whom Seth Barker answers:</p>
+
+<p>"If there's breath, it's on the hills; we'll surely die here."</p>
+
+<p>And little Dolly, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot run another step, sir; I'm beat&mdash;dead beat!"</p>
+
+<p>For my part I had no word for them; it remained for Doctor Gray to lead
+again.</p>
+
+<p>"I will show you the road," cried he, "if you will take it."</p>
+
+<p>"And why not?" I asked him. "Why not, doctor?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because," he answered, very slowly, "it's the road to Edmond Czerny's
+house."</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_14"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XIV</h3>
+
+<h4>A WHITE POOL&mdash;AND AFTERWARDS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">We</span> must have been a third of a mile
+from the shore when the doctor
+spoke, and three hundred yards, perhaps, from the pool in the glens. It
+is true that the storm seemed to clear the air; but not as we had
+expected, nor as fair argument led us to hope. Wind there was, hot and
+burning on the face; but it brought no cool breath in its path, and did
+but roll up the fog in banks of grey and dirty cloud. While at one
+minute you would see the wood, green and grassy, as in the evening
+light, at another you could scarce distinguish your neighbour or mark
+his steps. To me, it appeared that the island dealt out life and death
+on either hand; first making a man leap with joy because he could
+breathe again; then sending him gasping to the earth with all his
+senses reeling and his brain on fire. Any shelter, I said, would be
+paradise to men in the bond of that death-grip. Sleep itself, the
+island's sleep, could have been no worse than the agony we suffered.</p>
+
+<p>"Doctor," I cried, as I ran panting up to him, "Edmond Czerny's house
+or another&mdash;show us the way, here and now! We cannot fare worse; you
+know that. Lead on and we follow, wherever it is."</p>
+
+<p>The others said, "Aye, aye, lead on and we follow." Desperation was
+their lot now; the madman's haste, the driven man's hope. There, in
+that fearful hollow, lives were ebbing away like the sea on a shallow
+beach. They fought for air, for breath, for light, for life. I can see
+Peter Bligh to this day as he staggers to his feet and cries, wildly:</p>
+
+<p>"The mouth of blazes would be a Sunday parlour to this! Lead on,
+doctor, I am dying here!"</p>
+
+<p>So he spoke; and, the others lurching up again, we began to race
+through the wood to a place where the fog lay lighter and the mists had
+left. Wonderful sights met our eyes&mdash;aye, more wonderful than any words
+of mine could picture for you. In the air above flocks of birds wheeled
+dizzily as though the very sky was on fire. Round and round, round and
+round, they darkened the heaven like some great wheel revolving; while,
+ever and anon, a beautiful creature would close its wings and swoop to
+death upon the dewy grass. Other animals, terrified cattle, wild dogs,
+creatures from the heights and creatures from the valleys, all huddled
+together in their fear, raised doleful cries which no ear could shut
+out. The trees themselves were burnt and blackened by the storm, the
+glens as dark as night, the heaven above one canopy of fiery cloud and
+stagnant vapour.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I knew no more than the dead what Duncan Gray meant when he said
+that he would lead us to Czerny's house. A boat I felt sure he did not
+possess, or he would have spoken of it; nor did he mean that we should
+swim, for no man could have lived in the surf about the reefs. His
+steps, moreover, were not carrying him towards the beach, but to that
+vile pool in the ravine wherein a man had died on the night we came to
+Ken's Island. This pool I saw again as we ran on towards the headland;
+and so still and quiet it seemed, such a pretty lake among the hills,
+that no man would have guessed the terror below its waters or named the
+secret of it. Nevertheless, it recalled to me our first night's work,
+and how little we could hope from any man in Czerny's house; and this I
+had in my mind when the doctor halted at last before the mouth of an
+open pit at the very foot of the giant headland. He was blown with
+running, and the sweat dropped from his forehead like water. The place
+itself was the most awesome I have ever entered. On either hand, so
+close to us that the arms outstretched could have touched them, were
+two mighty walls, which towered up as though to the very sky beyond the
+vapour. A black pit lay before us; the fog and the burning wind in the
+woods we had left. Silence was here&mdash;the awful silence of night and
+solitude. No eye could fathom the depths or search the heights. What
+lay beyond, I might not say. The doctor had led us to this wilderness,
+and he must speak.</p>
+
+<p>"See here," he cried, mopping the sweat from his face and rolling up
+his shirt-sleeves, like a man who has good work to do, "the road's down
+yonder, and we need a light to strike it. Give me your hand, one of
+you, while I fetch up the lantern. A Dutchman didn't write of Ken's
+Island for nothing. I guess he knew we were coming his way."</p>
+
+<p>He stretched out a hand to me with the words, and I held it surely
+while he bent over the pit and groped for the lantern he spoke of.</p>
+
+<p>"Three days ago," said he, "I ran a picnic here all to myself. It is as
+well to find new lodgings if the old don't suit. I left my lantern
+behind me, and this it is, I reckon."</p>
+
+<p>He pulled up from the depths a gauze lantern such as miners use, and,
+lighting it, he showed us the heart of the pit. It was a deep hole, 30
+feet down, perhaps, and strewn with rubbish and fragments of the iron
+rocks. But what was worth more to us, aye, than a barrel of gold, was
+the sweet, fresh air which came to us through a tunnel's mouth as by a
+siphon from the open sea herself; and, blowing freshly on our faces,
+sent us quickly down towards it with glad cries and the spirits of men
+who have broken a prison gate.</p>
+
+<p>"The sea, the sea, by all that's holy!" cries Peter Bligh. "Oh, doctor,
+I breathe, I breathe, as I am a Christian man, I breathe!"</p>
+
+<p>We tumbled down into the pit headlong and sat there for many minutes
+wondering if, indeed, the death were passed or if we must face it again
+in the minutes to come. There before us, once we had passed the
+tunnel's mouth, stood a vast, domed hall which, I declare, men might
+have cut and not Nature in the depths of that strange cavern.</p>
+
+<p>Open to the day through great apertures high up in the face of the
+cliff, a soft glow like the light which comes through the windows of a
+church streamed upon the rocky floor and showed us the wonders of that
+awesome place. Room upon room, we saw, cave upon cave; some round like
+the mosques a Turk can build, others lofty and grand as any cathedral;
+some pretty as women's dens, all decked with jewels and ornament of
+jasper and walls of the blackest jet. These things I saw; these rooms I
+passed through. A magician might have conjured them up; and yet he was
+no magician, but only Duncan Gray, the man I knew for the first time
+yesterday, but already called a comrade.</p>
+
+<p>"Doctor," I said, "it is a house of miracles, truly! But where to
+now&mdash;aye, that's the question; where to?"</p>
+
+<p>He sat upon a stone, and we grouped ourselves about him. Peter Bligh
+took out a pipe from his pocket and was not forbidden to light it.
+There was a distant sound in the cave like that of water rushing, and
+once another sound to which I could give no meaning. The doctor himself
+was still thinking deeply, as though hazarding a guess as to our
+position.</p>
+
+<p>"Boys," he said, "I'll tell you the whole story. This place was
+discovered by Hoyt, a Dutchman. If Czerny had read his book, he would
+know of it; but he hasn't. I took the trouble to walk in because I
+thought it might be useful when he turned nasty. It is going to be
+that, as you can see. Follow through to the end of it, and you are in
+Czerny's house. Will you go there or hold back? It's for you to say."</p>
+
+<p>I filled my pipe, as Peter had done, and, breathing free for the first
+time for some hours, I tried to speak up for the others.</p>
+
+<p>"A sailor's head tells me that there is a road from here to the reef;
+is that true?" asked I at last; "is it true, doctor?"</p>
+
+<p>He put on his glasses and looked at me with those queer, clever eyes of
+his. I believe to this day that our dilemma almost pleased him.</p>
+
+<p>"A sailor's head guesses right first time," was his answer. "There is a
+road under the sea from here to Czerny's doorstep. I'm waiting to know
+if it's on or back. You know the risks and are not children. Say that
+you turn it up and we'll all go back together, or stay here as wisdom
+dictates. But it's for you to
+<span class="nobr">speak&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>We answered him all together, though Peter Bligh was the first he
+heard.</p>
+
+<p>"The lodgings here being free and no charge for extras," said Peter,
+sagely.</p>
+
+<p>And Dolly Venn, he said:</p>
+
+<p>"We are five, at any rate. I don't suppose they would murder us. After
+all, Edmond Czerny is a gentleman."</p>
+
+<p>"Who shoots the poor sailormen that's wrecked on his shore;" put in
+Seth Barker, doggedly.</p>
+
+<p>"He'd be of the upper classes, no doubt;" added Peter Bligh; "he'll see
+that we don't sleep in damp sheets! Aye, 'tis the devil of a man,
+surely!"</p>
+
+<p>Doctor Gray heard them patiently&mdash;more patiently than I did&mdash;and then
+went on again:</p>
+
+<p>"If you stop here, you starve; if you go on&mdash;well, you take your luck.
+Should the fog lift up yonder, you'll be having Czerny back again. It's
+a rule-of-three sum, gentlemen. For my part, I say 'go on and take your
+luck,' but I won't speak for you unless you are willing."</p>
+
+<p>"None more willing," cried I, coming to a resolution on the spot.
+"Forward let it be, and luck go with us. We'd be fools to die like rats
+in a trap when there's light and food not a mile away. And cowards,
+too, boys&mdash;cowards!" I added.</p>
+
+<p>The others said: "Aye, aye, we're no cowards!" And all being of one
+mind we set out together through that home of wonders. Edmond Czerny's
+house we sought, and thither this iron road would carry us. A path more
+beautiful no man has trodden. From this time the great, church-like
+grottos gave place to lower roofs and often black-dark openings. By
+here and there we dived into tunnels wondrously cut by some forgotten
+river of fire in the ages long ago, and, emerging again, we entered a
+wilderness of ravines wherefrom even the sky was to be seen and the
+cliffs towering majestically above us. Then, at last, we left the
+daylight altogether, and going downward as to the heart of the earth I
+knew that the land lay behind us and that the sea flowed above our
+heads.</p>
+
+<p>Reader of a plain seaman's story, can you come with me on such a
+journey as I and four stout hearts made on that unforgotten day? Can
+you picture, as I picture now, that dark and lonesome cavern, with the
+sea beating upon its roof and the air coming salt and humid to the
+tongue, and the echo of distant breakers in your ears, and always the
+night and the doubt of it? Can you follow me from grotto to grotto and
+labyrinth to labyrinth, stumbling often by the way, catching at the
+lantern's dancing rays, calling one to the other, "All's well&mdash;lead
+on"? Aye, I doubt that you can. These things must be seen with a man's
+own eyes, heard with his own ears, to be understood and made real to
+him. To me that scene lives as though yesterday had brought it. I see
+the doctor with his impatient step. I see Peter Bligh stumbling after
+him. I hear little Dolly Venn's manly voice; I help Seth Barker over
+the rocks. And these four stand side by side with me on the white
+pool's edge. The danger comes again. The fear, the loathing, are
+unforgotten.</p>
+
+<p>I speak of fear and loathing and of dread white pool, and you will ask
+me why and how we came thereto. And so I say that the water lay, may-be,
+a third of a mile from the land, in a clear, transparent basin of
+some quartz or mica, or other shining mineral, so that it gave out
+crystal lights even to the darkness, and the arched grotto which held
+it was all aglow, as though with hidden fires. A silent pool it was, we
+said, and our path seemed to end upon its brink; but even as we stood
+asking for a road, all the still water began to heave and foam, and, a
+great creature rising up from the depths, the lantern showed us a
+monster devil-fish, and we fell back one upon the other with affrighted
+cries. Nor let any man charge us with that. A situation more perilous I
+have never been in, and never shall. The fish's terrible suckers
+searching all the rocks, the frightful eye of the brute, the rushing
+water, the half-light worse than darkness, might well have driven back
+a stronger man than I. And upon the top of that was the thought that by
+such lay the road to safety. We must pass the grotto, or perish of
+starvation.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the first fright of this encounter was done with in a minute or
+two, and when it was plain to us that the devil-fish was stuck in the
+pool which some tide of the sea fed, perhaps, and that his suckers
+could not reach the higher part of the rock, we began to speak of it
+rationally, and to plan a way of going over. I was for emptying our
+revolvers into the fish straight away; but the doctor would have none
+of it, fearing the report, and, remembering what he had read in the
+Dutchman's book, he came out with another notion.</p>
+
+<p>"Hoyt went over the rocks," said he, calmly, while we still drew back
+from the pool affrighted, our hearts in our boots I make sure, and not
+one of us that did not begin to think of the fog again when he saw the
+devil-fish struggling to be free. "It's not a sweet road, but better
+than none at all. Keep behind me, boys, and mind you don't slip or
+you'll find something worse than sharks. Now for it, and luck go with
+us."</p>
+
+<p>With this he began to clamber round the edge of the pool, but so high
+up that it did not seem possible for the fish to touch him. There was
+good foothold on the jagged hunks of rock, and a man might have gone
+across safely enough but for the thought of that which was below him.
+For my part, I say that my eyes followed him as you may follow a walker
+on a tight-wire. One false step would send him flying down to a death I
+would not name, and that false step he appeared to make. My God! I see
+it all so clearly now. The slip, the frantic clutch at the rocks, the
+great tentacle which shot out and gripped his leg, and then the flash
+of my own revolver fired five times at the terrible eyes below me.</p>
+
+<p>There were loud cries in the cave, the wild shouts of terrified men,
+the smoke of pistols, the foaming and splashing of water, all the signs
+of panic which may follow a fellow-creature about to die. That the
+devil-fish had caught the doctor with one of his tentacles you could
+not doubt; that he would drag him down into that horrid stomach, I
+myself surely believed. Never was a fight for life a more awful thing
+to see. On the one hand a brave man gripping the rocks with hands and
+foot until the crags cut his very flesh; on the other that ghoul-like
+horror seeking to wind other claws about its prey and to drag it
+towards its gaping mouth. What miracle could save him, God alone knew;
+and yet he was saved. A swift act of his own, brave and wonderful,
+struck the sucker from the limb and set him free. Aye, what a mind to
+think of it! What other man, I ask, would have let go his hold of the
+rocks when hold meant so much to him and that fish swam below?
+Nevertheless, the doctor did so. I see it now&mdash;the quick turn&mdash;the
+knife drawn from its sheath&mdash;the severed tentacle cut clean as a cork,
+the devil-fish itself drawing back to the depths of the crimson pool.
+And then once more I am asking the doctor if he is hurt; and he is
+answering me, cheerily, "Not much, captain, not much," and we four are
+following after him as white as women, I do believe, our nerves
+unstrung, our hearts quaking as we crossed the dreadful pit.</p>
+
+<p>Well, we went over well enough, shirk it as we might. The bullets which
+sent the devil-fish to the bottom sent him there to die, for all I
+knew. The pool itself was red with blood by this time, and the waters
+settling down again. I could see nothing of the fish as I crossed over;
+and Seth Barker, who came last and, like a true seaman, had forgotten
+his fear already, swung the lantern down to the water's edge, but
+discovered nothing. The doctor himself, excited as you might expect,
+and limping with his hurt, simply said, "Well over, lads, well over";
+and then, taking the lantern from Seth Barker's hands, he would not
+wait to answer our curiosity, but pushed on through the tunnel.</p>
+
+<p>"It's not every man who has a back-door with a watch-dog like that,"
+said he, as he went; "Edmond Czerny, may-be, does not know his luck;
+I'll tell him of it when we're through. It won't be a long while now,
+boys, and I'm glad of it. My foot informs me it's there, and I shall
+have to leave a card on it just now."</p>
+
+<p>"Then the sooner you let us look at it the better, doctor," said I.
+"Aye, but you were nearly gone. My heart was in my throat all the time
+you stood there."</p>
+
+<p>"Which is no place for a man's heart to be," said he, brightly;
+"especially at the door of Edmond Czerny's house."</p>
+
+<p>He stood a moment and bade me listen. We were in an open place of the
+tunnel then, and a ray of light striking down from some lamp above us
+revealed an iron ladder and a wooden trap above it. The sea I could
+hear beating loudly upon the reef; but with the sea's voice came
+others, and they were human.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said the doctor, quietly, "we are in the house all right, and
+God knows when we shall get out of it again!"</p>
+
+<p>And then, with a cry of pain, he fell fainting at my feet.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_15"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XV</h3>
+
+<h4>AN INTERLUDE, DURING WHICH WE READ IN RUTH BELLENDEN'S DIARY AGAIN *</h4>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>* The editor has thought it well to give at this point the above
+extract from Ruth Bellenden's diary, as permitting some insight into
+the events which transpired on Ken's Island after Jasper Begg's
+discovery and Edmond Czerny's return.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class="firstword">May 5TH.</span>&mdash;My message to the
+sea has been heard. Jasper Begg is on Ken's
+Island. All that this means to me, all that it may mean, I dare not
+think. A great burden seems lifted from my shoulders. I have found a
+friend and he is near me.</p>
+
+<p>May 6th.&mdash;I have seen Jasper to-night, and he has gone away again. He
+is not changed, I think. It is the same honest, English face, the same
+cheery English voice. I have always said that Jasper is one of the
+handsomest Englishmen I have ever seen. And just as on my own yacht, so
+here on Ken's Island, the true English gentleman speaks to me. For
+Jasper is that above all things, one of Nature's gentlemen, whom the
+rough world will never disguise nor the sea life change. He would be
+thirty-five years of age now, I remember, but he has not lost his
+boyish face, and there is the same shy reticence which he never could
+conquer. He has come here according to his promise. A ship lies in the
+offing, and he would have me go to it. How little he knows of my true
+condition in this dreadful place. How may a woman go when a hundred
+watch her every hour?</p>
+
+<p>May 7th.&mdash;Clair-de-Lune, the Frenchman, came to the bungalow very early
+this morning to tell me of certain things which happened on the island
+last night. It seems that Jasper is still here, and that the storm has
+driven away his ship. I do not know whether to be sorry or glad. He
+cannot help me&mdash;he cannot!&mdash;and yet a friend is here. I take new
+courage at that. If a woman can aid a brave man to win her liberty, I
+am that woman and Jasper is the man. Yesterday I was alone; but to-day
+I am alone no longer, and a friend is at my side, and he has heard me.
+His ship will come back, I say. It is an ecstasy to dream like this!</p>
+
+<p>May 10th.&mdash;I have spent four anxious days&mdash;more anxious, I think, than
+any in my life. The ship has not returned, and Jasper Begg is still a
+fugitive in the hills. There are three of his companions with him, and
+we send them food every day. What will be the end of it all? I am more
+closely watched than ever since this was known. I fear the worst for my
+friends, and yet I am powerless to help them.</p>
+
+<p>May 10th (later).&mdash;My husband, who has now returned from San Francisco,
+knows that Jasper is here and speaks of it. I fear these moods of
+confidence and kindness. "Your friend has come," Edmond says; "but why
+am I not to know of it? Why is he frightened of me? Why does he skulk
+like a thief? Let him show himself at this house and state his
+business; I shall not eat him!" Edmond, I believe, has moments when he
+tries to persuade himself that he is a good man. They are dangerous
+moments, if all a man's better instincts are dead and forgotten.</p>
+
+<p>May 11th.&mdash;Clair-de-Lune, Edmond tells me, has been sent to the lower
+reef. I do not ask him why. It was he who helped my friends in the
+hills. Is it all real or did I dream it? Jasper Begg, the one man who
+befriended me, left to die as so many have been left on this unpitying
+shore! It cannot be&mdash;it cannot be! All that I had hoped and planned
+must be forgotten now. And yet there were those who remembered Ruth
+Bellenden and came here for love of her, as she will remember them, for
+love's sake.</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-172">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-172.jpg" height="700" width="449" alt="The drawing-room is a cave
+whose walls are of jewels" /></p>
+
+<p class="pictitle">The drawing-room is a cave whose walls are of jewels.</p>
+
+<p>May 13th.&mdash;The alarm bell rang on the island last night and we left in
+great haste for the shelter. The dreadful mists were already rising
+fast when I went down through the woods to the beach. The people fled
+wildly to the lower reef. It is not three months since the sleep-time,
+and its renewal was unlooked for. To-night I do not think of my own
+safety, but of those we are leaving on the heights. What is to become
+of Jasper, my friend&mdash;who will help him? I think of Jasper before any
+other now. Does he, I wonder, so think of me?</p>
+
+<p>May 13th (later).&mdash;The House Under the Sea is built inside the reef
+which ties about a mile away on the northern side of the island. There
+can be nothing like it in the world. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps,
+this lonely rock, rising out of the water, was the mouth of some great
+volcano. To-day it is the door of our house, and when you enter it you
+find that the rocks below have been hollowed out by Nature in a manner
+so wonderful that a great house lies there with stone-cold rooms and
+immense corridors and pits seeming to go to the heart of the world.
+None but a man with my husband's romantic craving would have discovered
+such a place, or built himself therein a house so wonderful. For
+imagine a suite of rooms above which the tides surge&mdash;rooms lighted by
+tunnels in the solid rock and covered over with strongest glasses which
+the sea cannot break. Imagine countless electric lamps lighting this
+labyrinth until it seems sometimes like a fairy palace. Say that your
+drawing-room is a cave, whose walls are of jewels and whose floor is of
+jasper. Night and day you hear the sea, the moaning winds, the breaking
+billows. It is another world here, like to nothing that any man has
+seen or ever will see. The people of a city could live in this place
+and yet leave room for others. My own rooms are the first you come to;
+lofty as a church, dim as one, yet furnished with all that a woman
+could desire. Yes, indeed, all I can desire. In my dressing-room are
+gowns from Dous&eacute;'s and hats from Alphonsine's, jewels from the Rue de
+la Paix, furs from Canada&mdash;all there to call back my life of two short
+years ago, that laughing life of Paris and the cities when I was free,
+and all the world my own, and only my girlhood to regret! Now I
+remember it all as one bright day in years of gathering night.
+Everything that I want, my husband says, shall be mine. I ask for
+liberty, but that is denied to me. It is too late to speak of promises
+or to believe. If I would condone it all; if I would but say to Edmond,
+"Yes, your life shall be my life, your secrets shall be mine; go, get
+riches, I will never ask you how." If I would say to him, "I will shut
+out from my memory all that I have seen on this island; I will forget
+the agony of those who have died here; I will never hear again the
+cries of drowning people, will never see hands outstretched above the
+waves, or the dead that come in on the dreadful tides; I will forget
+all this, and say, 'I love you, I believe in you'"&mdash;ah, how soon would
+liberty be won! But I am dumb; I cannot answer. I shall die on Ken's
+Island, saying, "God help those who perish here!"</p>
+
+<p>May 14th.&mdash;Three days have passed in the shelter, and Clair-de-Lune,
+who comes to me every day, brings no good news of Jasper. "He is on the
+heights," he says; "if food were there he might live through the
+sleep-time." My husband knows that he is there, but does not speak of it.
+Yesterday, about sunset, I went up to the gallery on the reef, where
+the island is visible, and I saw the fog lying about it like a pall. It
+is an agony to know that those dear to you are suffering, perhaps
+dying, there! I cannot hide my eyes from others; they read my story
+truly. "Your friends will be clever if they come to Ken's Island
+again," my husband says. I do not answer him. I shall never answer him
+again.</p>
+
+<p>May 15th.&mdash;There was a terrible storm on the island last night, and we
+all went up to the gallery to see the lightning play about the heights
+and run in rivulets of fire through the dark clouds above the woods. A
+weird spectacle, but one I shall never forget. The very sky seemed to
+burn at times. We could distinguish the heart of the thicket clearly,
+and poor people running madly to and fro there as though vainly seeking
+a shelter from the fire. They tell me to-day that the bungalow is
+burnt; I do not know whether to be sorry or glad. I am thinking of my
+friends. I am thinking of Jasper, thinking of him always.</p>
+
+<p>May 16th.&mdash;I learn that there was a stranger left behind in the
+bungalow, a Doctor Gray, of San Francisco. He landed with Edmond last
+week, and is here for scientific reasons. My husband says that he does
+not like him; but allowed him, nevertheless, to come. He was in the
+bungalow making experiments when the lightning struck the house and
+destroyed it. It is feared that he must have perished in the fire. My
+husband tells me this to-night and is pleased to say it. But what of
+Jasper, my friend; what of him?</p>
+
+<p>May 16th.&mdash;I was passing through the great hall of the house to-night,
+going to my bed-room, when something happened which made my very heart
+stand still. I thought that I heard a sound in the shadows, and
+imagining it to be one of the servants, I asked, "Who is there?" No one
+answered me; and, becoming frightened, I was about to run on, when a
+hand touched my own, and, turning round quickly, I found myself face to
+face with Jasper himself, and knew that he had come to save me!</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_16"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XVI</h3>
+
+<h4>ROSAMUNDA AND THE IRON DOORS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">We</span> had no notion that the doctor had
+come by any serious hurt, and when
+he fell in a dead faint we stood as men struck by an unseen hand. Light
+we still had, for the rolling lantern continued to burn; but the wits
+of us, save the wits of one, were completely gone, and three sillier
+fellows never gaped about an ailing man. Dolly Venn alone&mdash;trained
+ashore to aid the wounded&mdash;kept his head through the trouble and made
+use of his learning. The half of a minute was not to be counted before
+he had bared an ugly wound and showed us, not only a sucker still
+adhering to the crimson flesh, but a great, gaping cut which the
+doctor's own knife had made when he severed the fish's tentacle.</p>
+
+<p>"You, Seth Barker, hold up that lantern," says he to the carpenter, as
+bold as brass and as ready as a crack physician at a guinea a peep;
+"give me some linen, one of you&mdash;and please be quick about it. I'll
+trouble you for a knife, Mister Peter, and a slice of your shirt, if
+you don't mind!"</p>
+
+<p>Now, he had only to say this and I do believe that all four of us began
+to tear up our linen and to make ourselves as naked as Adam when they
+discharged him from Eden; but Peter Bligh, he was first with it, and he
+had out his clasp-knife and cut a length of his Belfast shift before
+you could say "Jack Robinson."</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis unlikely that I'll match it in these parts, and I've worn it to
+my mother's memory," says he while he did it; "but 'tis yours, Dolly,
+lad, and welcome. And what now?" asks he.</p>
+
+<p>"Be quiet, Mister Peter," says Dolly, sharply; "that's what next. Be
+quiet and nurse the doctor's leg, and do please keep that lantern
+steady."</p>
+
+<p>Well, big men as we were, we kept quiet for the asking, as ignorance
+always will when skill is at the helm. Very prettily, I must say, and
+very neatly did Dolly begin to bind the wound, and to cut the suckers
+from their hold. The rest of us stood about and looked on and made
+believe we were very useful. It was an odd thing to tell ourselves that
+a man, who had been hale and hearty five minutes before, might now be
+going out on the floor of that hovel. I knew little of Duncan Gray, but
+what little I did know I liked beyond the ordinary; and every time that
+Dolly took a twist on his bandage or fingered the wound with the
+tenderness of a woman, I said, "Well done, lad, well done; we'll save
+him yet." And this the boy himself believed.</p>
+
+<p>"It's only a cut," said he, "and if there's no poison, he'll be well
+enough in a week. But he won't be able to stand, that's certain. I'd
+give ten pounds for an antiseptic, I really would!"</p>
+
+<p>I knew what he meant all right; but the others didn't, and Peter Bligh,
+he must come in with his foolishness.</p>
+
+<p>"They're mortal rare in these parts," said he; "I've come across many
+things in the Pacific, but anyskeptics isn't one of 'em. May-be he'll
+not need 'em, Dolly. We was twenty-four men down on the Ohio with
+yellow-jack, and not an ounce of anyskeptics did I swallow! And here I
+am, hale and hearty, as you'll admit."</p>
+
+<p>"And talking loud," said Seth Barker, "talking very loud, gentlemen!"</p>
+
+<p>It was wisdom, upon my word, for not one of us, I swear (until Seth
+Barker spoke), had remembered where we were or what was like to come
+afterwards. Voices we had heard, human voices above us, when first we
+entered the cellar; and now, when the warning was uttered, we stood
+dumb for some minutes and heard them again.</p>
+
+<p>"Douse the glim&mdash;douse it," cries Peter, in a big whisper; "they're
+coming down, or I'm a Dutchman!"</p>
+
+<p>He turned the lantern and blew it out as he spoke. The rest of us
+crouched down and held our breath. For ten seconds, perhaps, we heard
+the deep, rough voices of men in the rooms above us. Then the trap-door
+opened suddenly, and a beam of light fell upon the pavement not five
+yards from where we stood. At the same moment a shaggy head peered
+through the aperture, and a man cast a quick glance downward to the
+cellar.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said the man, as though speaking to some one behind him, "it's
+been took, as I told you."</p>
+
+<p>To which the other voice answered:</p>
+
+<p>"Well more blarmed fool you for not corking good rum when you see it!"</p>
+
+<p>They closed the trap upon the words, and we breathed once more. The
+lesson they had taught us could not be forgotten. We were sobered men
+when we lighted the lantern with one of Seth Barker's matches, and
+turned it again on the doctor's face.</p>
+
+<p>"In whispers, if you please," said I, "as few as you like. We are in a
+tight place, my lads, and talk won't get us out of it. It's the doctor
+first and ourselves afterwards, remember."</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Gray, truly, was a little better by this time, and sitting up like
+a dazed man, he looked first at Dolly Venn and then at his foot, and
+last of all at the strange place in which he lay.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, yes," he exclaimed at last, "I remember; a cut and a fool who
+walked on it. It serves me right, and the end is better than the
+beginning."</p>
+
+<p>"The lad did it," said I; "he was always a wonder with linen and the
+scissors, was Dolly Venn."</p>
+
+<p>"To say nothing of a square foot of my shirt," put in Peter Bligh,
+obstinately. "'Tis worth while getting a bit of a cut, doctor, just to
+see Dolly Venn sew it up again."</p>
+
+<p>The doctor laughed with us, for he knew a seaman's manner and the light
+talk which follows even the gravest mishap aboard a ship. That our men
+meant well towards him he could not doubt; and his next duty was to
+tell us as much.</p>
+
+<p>"You are good fellows," said he, "and I'm much obliged to you, Master
+Dolly. If you will put your hand inside my coat, you will find a
+brandy-flask there, and I'll drink your health. Don't worry your heads
+about me, but think of yourselves. One of you, remember, must go and
+see Czerny now; I think it had better be you, captain."</p>
+
+<p>I said yes, I would go willingly; and added, "when the right time
+comes." The time was not yet, I knew&mdash;when men walked above our heads
+and were waking. But when it came I would not hold back for my
+shipmates' sake.</p>
+
+<p>We had a few biscuits among us, which prudent men had put in their
+pockets after last night's meal; and, my own flask being full of water,
+we sat down in the darkness of the cellar and made such a meal as we
+could. Minute by minute now it became more plain to me that I must do
+as Duncan Gray said, and go up to find Czerny himself. Food we had
+none, save the few biscuits in our hands; salt was the water in the
+crimson pool behind us. Beyond that were the caverns and the fog. It
+was just all or nothing; the plain challenge to the master of this
+place, "Give us shelter and food" or the sleep which knows no waking.
+Do you wonder that I made up my mind to risk all on a journey which,
+were it for life or death, would carry us, at last, beyond the doubt
+and uncertainty?</p>
+
+<p>We passed the afternoon sleeping and dozing, as tired men might. Voices
+we heard from time to time; the moan of the sea was always with us&mdash;a
+strange, wild song, long-drawn and rolling, as though the water played
+above our very heads in the gentle sport of a Pacific calm. At a
+dwelling more remarkable than the one we were about to enter no man has
+knocked or will knock in all the years to come. We were like human
+animals which burrow in a rocky bank a mile from any land. There were
+mysteries and wonders above, I made sure; and there was always the
+doubt, such doubt as comes to men who go to a merciless enemy and say,
+"Give us bread."</p>
+
+<p>Now, I left my comrades at ten o'clock that night, when all sounds had
+died away above and the voice of the sea growing angrier told me that
+my steps would not be heard.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall go to Czerny, lads," said I, at the moment of leaving them,
+"and he will hear the story. I'll do my best for good shipmates, trust
+me; and if I do not come back&mdash;well, you'll know that I cannot. Good
+night, old comrades. We've sailed many a sea together and we'll sail
+many another yet, God willing."</p>
+
+<p>They all cried "Aye, aye, sir!" and pressed my hand with that affection
+I knew they bore me. Little Dolly Venn, indeed, pleaded hard to
+accompany me; but it seemed plain that, if life were to be risked, one
+alone should risk it; and, putting him off kindly, I mounted the ladder
+and raised the trap.</p>
+
+<p>I was in Edmond Czerny's house, and I was alone.</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>Now, I had opened the trap, half believing I might find myself in some
+room, perhaps in the kitchen of the house. Men would be there, I said,
+and Czerny's watch-dogs ready with their questions. But this was not a
+true picture; and while there were arc lamps everywhere, the place was
+not a room at all, but a circular cavern, with rude apertures in the
+wall and curtains hung across in lieu of doors. This was not a little
+perplexing, as you will see; and my path was not made more straight
+when I heard voices in some room near by, but could not locate them nor
+tell which of the doors to avoid.</p>
+
+<p>For a long time I stood, uncertain how to act. In the end I put my head
+round the first curtain at a venture, and drew it back as quickly.
+There were men in that place, half-naked men, grouped about the door of
+a furnace whose red light flashed dazzlingly upon walls and ceiling and
+gave its tenants the aspect of crimson devils. What the furnace meant
+or why it was built, I was soon to learn; for presently one of the men
+gave an order, and upon this an engine started, and a whirr of fans and
+the sucking of a distant pump answered to the signal. "Air," said I to
+myself; "they are pumping air from above."</p>
+
+<p>The men had not seen me, so quick was I, and so soft with the leather
+curtain; and going tiptoe across the cave I stumbled at hazard upon a
+door I had not observed before. It was nothing more than a big and
+jagged opening in the rock, but it showed me a flight of stairs beyond
+it, and twinkling lamps beyond that again. This, I said, must surely be
+the road to the sea, for the stairs led upward, and Czerny, as common
+sense put it, would occupy the higher rooms. So I did not hesitate any
+more about it, but treading the stairway with a cat's foot I went
+straight on, and presently struck so fine a corridor that at any other
+time I might well have spent an hour in wonder. Lamps were here&mdash;scores
+of them, in wrought-iron chandeliers. Doors you saw with almost every
+step you took&mdash;aye, and more than doors&mdash;for there were figures in the
+light and shadow; men passing to and fro; glimpses of open rooms and
+tables spread for cards, and bottles by them; and wild men of all
+countries, some sleeping, some quarrelling, some singing, some busy in
+kitchen and workshop. By here and there, these men met me in the
+corridor, and I drew back into the dark places and let them go by. They
+did not remark my presence, or if they did, made nothing of it. After
+all, I was a seaman, dressed as other seamen were. Why should they
+notice me when there were a hundred such in Czerny's house? I began to
+see that a man might go with less risk because of their numbers than if
+they had been but a handful.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall find Czerny, after all," said I to myself, "and have it out
+with him. When he has spoken it will be time enough to ask, What next?"</p>
+
+<p>It was a little consoling to say this, and I went on with more
+confidence. Passing down the whole length of the corridor, I reached a
+pair of iron doors at last, and found them fast shut and bolted against
+me. There was no branch road that I could make out, nor any indication
+of the way in which I must open the doors. A man cannot walk through
+sheer iron for the asking, nor blow it open with a wish; and there I
+stood in the passage like a messenger who has struck upon an empty
+house, but is not willing to leave it. See Czerny that night I must,
+even if it came to declaring myself to the rogues who occupied the
+rooms near by, and whose voices I could still hear. I had no mind to
+knock at the door; and, truth to tell, such a thing never came into my
+head, so full it was of other schemes. Indeed, I was just telling
+myself that it was neck or nothing, when what should happen but that
+the great iron door swung open, and the little French girl, Rosamunda,
+herself stepped out. Staggered at the sight of me, as well she might be
+(for the electric lamp will hide no face), she just piped one pretty
+little cry and then fell to saying:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Captain Begg, Captain Begg, what do you want in this house?"</p>
+
+<p>"My dear," says I, speaking to her with a seaman's liberty, "I want a
+good many things, as most sailors do in this world. What's behind that
+door, now, and where may you have come from? Tell me as much, and
+you'll be doing me a bigger kindness than you think."</p>
+
+<p>She didn't reply to this at once, but asked a question, as little girls
+will when they are thinking of somebody.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are the others?" cried she; "why do you come alone? Where is the
+little one, <span class="nobr">Mister&mdash;Mister&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>"Dolly Venn," said I; "ah, that's the boy! Well, he's all right, my
+dear, and if he'd known that we were meeting, he'd have sent his love.
+You'll find him down yonder, in the cellar beyond the engine-house.
+Show me the way to Mister Czerny's door, and we'll soon have him out of
+there. He's come a long way, and it's all for the pleasure of seeing
+you&mdash;of course it is." The talk pleased her, but giving her no time to
+think about it, I went on:</p>
+
+<p>"Mister Czerny, now, he would be living by here, I suppose?"</p>
+
+<p>She said, "Yes, yes." His rooms were through the great hall which lay
+beyond the doors; but she looked so startled at the idea of my going
+there, and she listened so plainly for the sound of any voices, that I
+read up her apprehensions at a glance and saw that she did not wish me
+to go on because she was afraid.</p>
+
+<p>"Where is your old friend, the Frenchman?" I asked her on an impulse;
+"what part of this queer house does he sling his hammock in?"</p>
+
+<p>She changed colour at this, and plainly showed her trouble.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Mister Begg," says she, "Clair-de-Lune has been punished for
+helping you on Ken's Island. He is not allowed to leave his room now.
+Mister Czerny is very angry, and will not see him. How can you think of
+coming here&mdash;oh, how can you do it?"</p>
+
+<p>"It's easy enough," said I, lightly, "if you don't miss the turning and
+go straight on. Never fear for me, young lady; I shall pull through all
+right; and when I do your friend goes with me, be sure of it. I won't
+forget old Clair-de-Lune, not I! Now, just show me the road to the
+governor's door, and then run away and tell Dolly Venn. He'll be
+precious glad to see you, as true as Scripture."</p>
+
+<p>Well, she stood for a little while, hesitating about it, and then she
+said, as though she had just remembered it:</p>
+
+<p>"Benno Regnarte is the guard, but he has gone away to have his supper.
+I borrowed the key and came through. If you go in, he will not question
+you. The governor may be on his yacht, or he may be in his room. I do
+not know. How foolish it all is&mdash;how foolish, Captain Begg! They may
+never let you go away again!"</p>
+
+<p>"Being so fond of my company," cried I, gaily. "Well, we'll see about
+it, my dear. Just you run off to Dolly Venn and leave me to do the
+rest. Sailors get out where other people stick, you know. We'll have a
+try, for the luck's sake."</p>
+
+<p>I held her little hand in mine for a minute and gave it a hearty
+squeeze. She was the picture of prettiness in a print gown and a big
+Spanish shawl wrapped about her baby face. That she was truly alarmed,
+and rightly so, I knew well; but what could I do? It was Czerny or the
+pit. I chose Czerny.</p>
+
+<p>Now, she had opened the iron door for me to pass by, and without
+another word to her I crossed the threshold and stood in Czerny's very
+dwelling-house. Thereafter, I was in a vast hall, in a beautiful place
+for all the world like a temple; with a gallery running round about it,
+and lamps swinging from the gallery, and an organ built high up in a
+niche above the far end, and doors of teak giving off all round, and a
+great oak fire-place such as you see in English houses; and all round
+the dome of this wonderful room great brass-bound windows, upon which
+the sea thundered and the foam sprayed. Softly lighted, carpeted with
+mats of rare straw, furnished as any mansion of the rich, it seemed to
+me, I do confess, a very wonder of the earth that such a place should
+lie beneath the breakers of the Pacific Ocean. And yet there it was
+before my eyes, and I could hear the sea-song high above me, and the
+lamps shone upon my face; and, as though to tell me truly that here my
+journey ended, whom should I espy at the door of one of the rooms but
+little Ruth Bellenden herself, the woman I had crossed the world to
+serve.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_17"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XVII</h3>
+
+<h4>IN WHICH JASPER BEGG ENTERS THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">I drew</span> back into a patch of shadow
+and waited for her to come up to me.
+Others might be with her and the moment inopportune for our encounter.
+She walked with slow steps. Care had written its story upon her sweet
+face. I saw that she was alone, and I put out my hand and touched her
+upon the arm.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, so soft that I wonder she heard me&mdash;"Miss Ruth,
+it's Jasper Begg. Don't you know me?"</p>
+
+<p>She turned swiftly, but did not cry out. One wild look she cast about
+the half, with one swift glance she made sure of every door, and then,
+and only then, she answered me.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper, Jasper! Is it really Jasper Begg?" she cried, with a look of
+joy and gratitude I never shall forget.</p>
+
+<p>Now, she had asked a woman's natural question; but I shall always say
+that there never were wits quicker than Ruth Bellenden's; and hardly
+were the useless words out of her mouth than she drew back to the room
+she had left; and when I had entered it after her she closed the door
+and listened a little while for any sounds. When none came to trouble
+her she advanced a step, and so we two stood face to face at last, in
+as pretty a place as all London, or all Europe for that matter, could
+show you.</p>
+
+<p>Let me try to picture that scene for you as it comes to me when I write
+of it and seek to bring it back to my memory. A trim, well-kept cabin,
+such I call her room&mdash;a boudoir the French would name it&mdash;all hung
+round with pale rose silk, and above that again an artist's pictures
+upon a wall of cream. Little tables stood everywhere and women's knick-knacks
+upon them; there were deep chairs which invited you to sit,
+covered in silks and satins, and cushioned so that a big man might be
+afraid of them.</p>
+
+<p>Upon the mantel-shelf a clock from Paris swung a jewelled pendulum, and
+candlesticks matched it on either side. A secretaire, littered over
+with papers and bright with silver ornaments, had its back to the
+seaward wall; a round window, cut in the rock above it, stood hidden by
+curtains of the richest brocade. The carpet, I said, was from Turkey;
+the mats from Persia. In the grate the wood-fire glowed warmingly. Ruth
+Bellenden herself, the mistress of the room, capped the whole, and she
+was gowned in white, with rubies and diamonds strung about her stately
+neck, and all that air of proud command I had admired so much in the
+days bygone. Aye, such a scene, believe me, as a grand London drawing-room
+might show you any night of London's months you care to name, and
+yet so different from that. And I, a plain sailor, found myself thrust
+forward there to my confusion, yet feeling, despite it all, that the
+woman I spoke to was woman at heart, as I was man. A few days ago I had
+come to her to say, "You have need of me." To-night it was her lot to
+answer me with my own words.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper," she said, her hand still on the switch of the lamp, "what
+miracle brings you to this place?"</p>
+
+<p>"No miracle, Miss Ruth," said I, "but a plain road, and five men's
+necessity. We were dying on Ken's Island and we found a path under the
+sea. It was starvation one way, surrender the other; I am here to tell
+Mr. Czerny everything and to trust my life to him."</p>
+
+<p>Now, she heard me almost with angry surprise; and coming forward into
+the light she stood before me with clasped hands and heated face.</p>
+
+<p>"No," she said, and her "No" was a thing for a man to hear. "No, no;
+you shall never tell my husband that. And, oh, Jasper!" she cried upon
+it, "how ill you look&mdash;how changed!"</p>
+
+<p>"My looks don't tell the truth," said I, not wishing to speak of
+myself; "I am up and down like a barometer in the tropics. The plain
+fact is, Miss Ruth, that the ship's gone, clean gone! I gave Mister
+Jacob the sure order to stand by us for three days, and that he didn't
+do. It means, then, that he couldn't. I greatly fear some accident has
+overtaken him; but he'll come back yet as I'm a living man!"</p>
+
+<p>She heard me like one dazed: her eyes were everywhere about the room,
+as though seeking something she could not find. Presently she opened
+the door with great caution, and was gone a minute or more. When she
+returned she had a flask of spirits and some biscuits in her hand, and
+this time, I noticed, she locked the door after her.</p>
+
+<p>"Edmond is sleeping; they have sent Aunt Rachel to Tokio," she almost
+whispered; "Benno, our servant, is to be trusted. I heard that you were
+starving in the hills; but how could I help&mdash;how could I, Jasper? It
+was madness for you to come here, and yet I am glad&mdash;so glad! And oh,"
+she says, "we'll find a way; we'll find a way yet, Jasper!"</p>
+
+<p>I poured some brandy from the flask, for I had need of it, and gulped
+it down at a draught. Her vivacity was always a thing to charm a man;
+as a girl she had the laughter and the spirits of ten.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall we do, Jasper?" she kept on saying, "what shall we do next?
+Oh, to think that it's you, to think that it is Jasper Begg in this
+strange house!" she kept crying; "and no way out of it, no safety
+anywhere! Jasper, what shall we do&mdash;what shall we do next?"</p>
+
+<p>"We shall tell your husband, Miss Ruth," said I, "and leave the last
+word with him. Why, think of it, five men cast adrift on his shore, and
+they to starve. Is he devil or man that he refuses them food and drink?
+I'll not believe it until I hear it. The lowest in humanity would never
+do such a thing! Aye, you are judging him beyond ordinary when you
+believe it. So much I make bold to say!"</p>
+
+<p>I turned to the fire, and began to warm my fingers at it, while she, for
+her part, drew up one of the silk-covered chairs, and sat with her
+pretty head resting in a tired way between her little hands. All our
+talk up to this time had been broken fragments; but this I judged the
+time for a just explanation, and she was not less willing.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper," says she of a sudden, "have you read what I wrote in the
+book?"</p>
+
+<p>"To the last line," said I.</p>
+
+<p>"And, reading it, you will ask Edmond to help you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, "how shall one man judge another? Ships come to
+this shore, and are wrecked on it. Now and then, perchance, there is
+foul play among the hands. Are you sure that your husband has any part
+in it&mdash;are you sure he's as bad as you think him?"</p>
+
+<p>Well, instead of answering me, she stood up suddenly and let her dress
+fall by the shoulder-knots. I saw the white flesh beneath bruised and
+wealed, as though a whip had cut it, and I knew that this was her
+witness to her story. What was in my heart at such a sight I would have
+no man know; but my fingers closed about the pistol I carried, and my
+tongue would speak no word.</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you compel me to speak?" she went on, meanwhile. "Am I to tell
+of all the things I have seen and suffered on this dreadful place in
+the year&mdash;can it be only that?&mdash;the long, weary year I have lived here?
+Do you believe, Jasper, that a man can fill his house with gold as this
+is filled&mdash;this wild house so far from the world&mdash;and fill it honestly?
+Shall I say, 'Yes, I have misjudged him,' the man who has shot my
+servant here in this room and left me with the dead? Shall I say that
+he is a good man because sometimes, when he has ceased to kill and
+torture those who serve him, he acts as other men? Oh, I could win much
+if I could say that; I could win, perhaps, all that a woman desires.
+But I shall never speak&mdash;never; I shall live as I am living until I am
+old, when nothing matters!"</p>
+
+<p>It was a very bitter and a very surprising thing for me to hear her
+speak in this way. Trouble I knew she must have suffered on Ken's
+Island; but this was a story beyond all imagination. And what could I
+say to her, what comfort give her&mdash;I, a rough-hearted sailor, who,
+nevertheless, would have cut off my own right hand if that could have
+served her? Indeed, to be truthful, I had nothing to say, and there we
+were for many minutes, she upon one side of the fire and I upon the
+other, as two that gazed into the reddening embers and would have found
+some old page of our life therein recorded.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I at last, and I think she knew what I meant, "I
+would have given much not to have heard this thing to-night; but as it
+is spoken&mdash;if it were twenty times as bad for me and those with me&mdash;I
+am glad we came to Ken's Island. The rest you will anticipate and there
+is no need for me to talk about it. The day that sees me sail away will
+find a cabin-passenger aboard my ship. Her name I will not mention, for
+it is known to you. Aye, by all a man's promise she shall sail with me
+or I will never tread a ship's deck again."</p>
+
+<p>It was earnestly meant, and that, I am sure, Miss Ruth knew, for she
+put her hand upon mine, and, though she made no mention of what I had
+said, there was a look in her eyes which I was glad to see there. Her
+next question surprised me altogether.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper," she asked, with something of a smile, "do you remember when I
+was married?"</p>
+
+<p>"Remember it!" cried I; and I am sure she must have seen the blood rush
+up to my face. "Why, of course, I remember it! How should a man forget
+a thing like that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she went on, and neither looked at the other now, "I was a girl
+then, and all the world was my playground. Every day was a flower to
+pick; the night was music and laughter. How I used to people the world
+my hopes created&mdash;such romantic figures they were, such nonsense! When
+Edmond Czerny met me at Nice, I think he understood me. Oh, the castles
+we built in the air, the romantic heights we scaled, the passionate
+folly with which we deceived ourselves! 'The world is for you and I,'
+he said, 'in each other's hearts'; and I, Jasper, believed him, just
+because I had not learnt to be a woman. His own story fascinated me; I
+cannot tell how much. He had been in all countries; he knew many
+cities; he could talk as no man I had ever met. Perhaps, if he had not
+been so clever, it would have been different. All the other men I knew,
+all except one, perhaps&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;!"</p>
+
+<p>"There was one, then," said I, and my meaning she could not mistake.</p>
+
+<p>But she turned her face from me and would not name the man.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she went on, without noticing it, "there was one; but I was a
+child and did not understand. The others did not interest me. Their
+king was a cook; their temple the Casino. And then Edmond spoke of his
+island home; I was to be the mistress of it, and we were to be apart
+from all the world there. I did not ask him, as others might have asked
+him, 'What has your life been? Why do you love me?' I was glad to
+escape from it all, that little world of chatter and unreality, and I
+said, 'I will be your wife.' We left Europe together and went first to
+San Francisco. Life was still in a garden of roses. If I would awake
+sometimes to ask myself a question, I could not answer it. I was the
+child of romance, but my world was empty. Then one day we came to Ken's
+Island, and I saw all its wonders, and I said, 'Yes, we will visit here
+every year and dream that it is our kingdom.' I did not know the truth;
+what woman would have guessed it?"</p>
+
+<p>"You learnt it, Miss Ruth, nevertheless," said I, for her story was
+just what I myself had imagined it to be. "You were not long on Ken's
+Island before you knew the truth."</p>
+
+<p>"A month," she said, quietly. "I was a month here, and then a ship was
+wrecked. My husband went out with the others; and from the terrace
+before my windows I saw&mdash;ah, God! what did I not see? Then Edmond
+returned and was angry with the servant who had permitted me to see. He
+shot him in this room before my face. He knew that his secret was mine,
+he knew that I would not share it. The leaves of the rose had fallen.
+Ah! Jasper, what weeks of terror, of greed, of tears&mdash;and now you&mdash;you
+in this house to end it all!"</p>
+
+<p>I sat for a long while preoccupied with my own thoughts and quite
+unable to speak to her. All that she had told me was no surprise, no
+new thing; but I believe it brought home to me for the first time the
+danger of my presence in that house, and all that discovery meant to
+the four shipmates who waited for me down below in the cavern.</p>
+
+<p>For if this man Czerny&mdash;a madman, as I always say&mdash;had shot down a
+servant before this gentle girl, what would he do to me and the others,
+sworn enemies of his, who could hang him in any city where they might
+find him; who could, with one word, give his dastardly secret to the
+world; who could, with a cry, destroy this treasure-house, rock-built
+though it might be? What hope of mercy had we from such a man? And I
+was sitting there, it might be, within twenty paces of the room in
+which he slept; Miss Ruth's hand lay in my own. What hope for her or
+for me, I ask again? Will you wonder that I said, "None; just none! A
+thousand times none"! The island itself might well be a mercy beside
+such a hell as this.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, coming to myself at last, "how little I thought
+when you went up to the great cathedral in Nice a short year ago that
+such a sunny day would end so badly! It is one of the world's
+lotteries; just that and nothing more. Edmond Czerny is no sane man, as
+his acts prove. Some day you will blot it all out of your life as a
+page torn and forgotten. That your husband loved you in Nice, I do
+believe; and so much being true, he may come to reason again, and
+reason would give you liberty. If not, there are others who will
+try&mdash;while they live. He must be a rich man, a very rich man, must Edmond
+Czerny. God alone knows why he should sink to such an employment as
+this."</p>
+
+<p>"He has sunk to it," she said, quickly, "because gold is fed by the
+love of gold. Oh, yes, he is a rich man, richer than you and I can
+understand. And yet even my own little fortune must be cast upon the
+pile. A month ago he compelled me to sign a paper which gives up to him
+everything I have in the world. He has no more use for me, Jasper; none
+at all! He has sent my only living relative away from me. When you go
+back to England they will tell you that I am dead. And it will be
+<span class="nobr">true&mdash;true;</span> oh, I know that it will be
+true."</p>
+
+<p>She had come to a very low state, I make sure, to utter such a word as
+this, and it was a sorry thing for me to hear. To console her when I
+myself was in a parlous plight was just as though one drowning man
+should hold out his hand to another. To-morrow I myself might be flung
+into that very ocean whose breakers I could hear rolling over the glass
+of the curtained windows. And what of little Ruth then?</p>
+
+<p>That question I did not answer. Words were on my lips&mdash;such words as a
+driven man may speak&mdash;when there came to us from the sea without the
+boom of a distant gun, and, Miss Ruth springing to her feet, I heard a
+great bell clang in the house and the rush of men and the pattering of
+steps; and together, the woman I loved and I, we stood with beating
+hearts and white faces, and told each other that a ship was on the
+rocks and that Edmond Czerny's devils were loose.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_18"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XVIII</h3>
+
+<h4>CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">The</span> devils were out; never once did I
+doubt it. The alarm bell ringing
+loudly in the corridor, the tramp of feet as of an army marching, the
+cry of man to man proclaimed the fact beyond any cavil. If the clang of
+arms and the loud word of command had found me unwilling to believe
+that sailors must die that night on the reef to the southward side, the
+voice of Edmond Czerny himself, crying by the very door behind which I
+stood, would have answered the question for good and all. For Czerny I
+heard, I would have staked my life on it&mdash;Czerny, whom last I had seen
+at Nice on the morning of his marriage.</p>
+
+<p>"To the work, to the work!" I heard him shouting; "let Steinvertz come
+to me. There is a ship on the Caskets&mdash;a ship, do you hear?"</p>
+
+<p>His voice was hoarse and high-pitched, like the voice of a man half mad
+with delirium. Those that answered him spoke in terms not less
+measured. Had a pack of wild hounds been slipped suddenly to its prey,
+no howls more terrifying could have been heard than those which echoed
+in that house of mystery. And then, upon the top of the clamour, as
+though to mark the meaning of it, came silence, a silence so awesome
+that I could hear myself breathing.</p>
+
+<p>"They've left the house, then," I said to Miss Ruth in a whisper;
+"that's something to be glad about!"</p>
+
+<p>She passed the remark by and, seating herself in a chair, she buried
+her face in her hands. I could hear her muttering "God help them&mdash;God
+help them!" and I knew that she spoke of those dying out on the
+dangerous reef. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten my
+presence; but, after a spell, she looked up suddenly and answered the
+question.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said; "my husband will be on the yacht. He has not the
+courage to be anywhere else. You and I are quite alone now, Jasper."</p>
+
+<p>My fingers closed tight about my seaman's cap, and I went to the door
+and unlocked it. Strong and clear in my head, and not to be denied, was
+something which seemed to set my brain on fire. "My God," I said, "what
+does it mean?" Was it chance or madness that I should pass it by?</p>
+
+<p>"There would be men below at the furnaces and others standing to
+guard," I put it to her; "how many in all do you make out that a man
+might chance to meet if he went below just now, Miss Ruth?"</p>
+
+<p>She became very calm at the words, I thought, and stood up that she
+might take my words more readily.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper!" she exclaimed, "what are you going to do, Jasper?"</p>
+
+<p>"God knows," said I. "Tell me how many men there are in this house."</p>
+
+<p>She stood and thought about it. The flushed face told the story of her
+hopes. Neither of us would speak all that came leaping to our tongues.</p>
+
+<p>"There would be five, I think, in the engine-house and six for the
+guards," she said, and I could almost see her counting them; "the lower
+gate is the second in the corridor. There is a ladder there, and&mdash;oh,
+Jasper, what do you mean?" she asked again.</p>
+
+<p>"Mean?" said I; "why this: that it is time my shipmates shared your
+hospitality. Aye, we'll bring them along," says I, "Seth Barker and the
+others. And then," says I, coming quite close to her, "the luck being
+with us, we'll shut the doors. Do you say there are two of them?"</p>
+
+<p>She said that there were two; one for the men, a small gate on the
+reef; the other for Czerny&mdash;they called it the great gate. "And, oh,"
+she cried, while her very gladness seemed to thrill me through&mdash;"oh, if
+you could, if you could, Jasper&mdash;!"</p>
+
+<p>"Whether I can or no the night will prove," said I, more quietly than
+before. "One thing is sure, Miss Ruth, that I am going to try. It's
+worth the trying, indeed it is. Do you find your own room and know
+nothing at all about it. The work below is men's work, and there are
+men, thank God, to do it."</p>
+
+<p>You say that it was a boast; aye, perhaps it was that, yet what a
+boast! For think of it. Here at the very moment when it appeared that
+our lives were at Czerny's mercy, at this very moment when we must look
+to his cruel hand for succour or sleep in the death-pit of the island,
+there comes this message from the sea and the devils go out. There is
+not a sound in the house, and I know that my comrades are waiting for
+my word. I have three brave men behind me; the peril fires my blood so
+that, man or devil against me, I care nothing for either. Was it a
+boast for a man to stake all on a throw at such an hour? Not so, truly,
+but just what any English seaman would have done, saying, "All or
+nothing, the day or the night," as chance should decide for him.</p>
+
+<p>Now, my hand was upon the key when I told little Ruth that it was men's
+work, and without waiting to hear her wise displeasure I opened the
+door and stepped out into the silent hall. One man alone kept watch
+there, and he was in the shadows, so that I could not see his face or
+tell if he were armed. I knew that this man was the first between me
+and my liberty, and without a moment's hesitation I crossed the hall;
+and aware of all the risks I took, understanding that a word of mine
+might bring the guard down from the sea, I clapped a pistol to the
+sentry's head and let him know my pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>"Open that gate, Benno Regnarte!" said I.</p>
+
+<p>He was a short man, burly, with curly hair, and not an unpleasant face.
+So quick had I come upon him, so strange, perhaps, he thought it that I
+named him at hazard, that he fell back against the iron and stood there
+gaping like one who had seen a bogey in the dark. Never, I believe, in
+all this world was a seaman so frightened. He could not speak or utter
+a sound, or even raise his hand. He just stood there like a shivering
+fool.</p>
+
+<p>"Benno Regnarte, open that gate!" I repeated, seeing that I had the
+name all right; "I'll give you half a minute."</p>
+
+<p>The threat brought him to his senses. Without a word, a sign, a sound,
+he opened the iron doors and waited for me to go through.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said I, "give me those keys and march on. And by the heaven
+above me, if you open your lips far enough for a fly to go in, I'll
+shoot you dead where you stand!"</p>
+
+<p>He gave me the keys with a hand that trembled so that he nearly dropped
+them. In spite of my injunction he mumbled something, and I was not
+unwilling to hear it.</p>
+
+<p>"I am the friend of Mme. Czerny," said he, cringingly; "trust me,
+signor, for God's sake trust me!"</p>
+
+<p>"When you earn the trust," said I, grimly; "now march, and remember!"</p>
+
+<p>I let him go through, and then locked the iron doors behind me. Miss
+Ruth, at least, must be protected from the rogues below. The lamps in
+the corridor were still burning, and, by here and there, I thought that
+I saw figures in the shadows. But no man hailed me, and when I came to
+the great dormitory which, at first passing, was full of seamen, I
+found the door of it open and no more than six or seven men still about
+its tables. If they heard me come up they suspected nothing. I shall
+always say that the brightest idea of that night was the one which came
+to me while I stood by the open door and counted the devils that Czerny
+had left to guard his house. For what should I do, upon the oddest
+impulse, but put my hand round the door very quietly and, closing it
+without noise, turn the key first in the lock and then in my pocket.</p>
+
+<p>"Six," said I to the man before me; "and you make seven. How many more
+in this place now, Benno Regnarte?"</p>
+
+<p>He held up his hands and began to count.</p>
+
+<p>"In the engine-room one, two, three," he said; "upon the ladder hereby
+two; at the great door two more. Seven men altogether, signor. Your
+party will be more than that?"</p>
+
+<p>I laughed at his notion, and, seeing that the man still shivered with
+fear and was not to be counted, I went straight ahead to the greater
+work I had to do. Already the alarm was raised in the room behind me,
+and men were beating with their fists upon the iron door. It was ten to
+one that their cries must be heard and one of the sentinels called from
+the sea; but, miracle if you will, or greed of plunder if that is the
+better term, none came; none answered that heavy knocking. And I&mdash;why,
+I was at the cavern's head by that time, and, opening the trap, I had
+spoken to my shipmates.</p>
+
+<p>"Up you come, every one of you&mdash;up for your lives!" cried I. "Do you,
+Seth Barker, lift the doctor, and let Peter Bligh follow after. There's
+no time to lose, lads&mdash;no time at all."</p>
+
+<p>I took them by surprise, be sure of it. That opening trap, the light
+flashing down upon them, the message when they had begun to despair of
+any message, the call to action&mdash;aye, how they leaped up to answer me
+with ready words!</p>
+
+<p>"To God be the glory!" cries Peter Bligh, and I can hear him now. "To
+God be the glory! 'It was the captain's voice,' says I, before ever you
+spake a word."</p>
+
+<p>"And oh, aren't we sick of it&mdash;just sick of it!" chimes in Dolly Venn
+as he climbs the ladder like a cat and stands willingly at my side.</p>
+
+<p>I pressed his hand, and showed him the revolver I carried.</p>
+
+<p>"Whip it out, lad, whip it out," said I; "we've work to do to-night for
+ourselves and another. Oh, I count on you all, Dolly, as I never
+counted before!"</p>
+
+<p>He would have said something to this, I make sure, but the others came
+through the trap while I spoke, and four more astonished men never
+stood in a cavern to ask, "What next?"</p>
+
+<p>"The ladder to the reef side," said I, putting their surprise by and
+turning to the Italian in whose hands our lives might lie; "can men
+hold the top of it, or is it best taken by the sea?"</p>
+
+<p>He answered me with a dramatic gesture and a face which spoke his
+warning.</p>
+
+<p>"At the rockside it is straight; they shoot you from the top, captain.
+No man go up there from this place. They fire guns, make noise."</p>
+
+<p>"And the report will call the others," said I. "So be it; but we'll
+close that door, anyway."</p>
+
+<p>It was Greek to the others, and they gaped at the words. From the room
+which I had locked loud shouts were to be heard and heavy blows upon
+the iron panels. That such cries would call men from the sea presently,
+I knew well. We had but a few minutes in which to act, and they were
+precious beyond all words. The gate must be shut though a hundred lay
+concealed in the rooms of mystery about us. On our part we staked all
+on chance; we threw the glove blindly to fortune. And, remember, I
+alone knew anything of that house in which we stood; that house, above
+which the sea ever rolled her crested breakers and lifted her eerie
+chantry. My shipmates were but astonished strangers, not willing to go
+back, yet half afraid of that which lay before them. The bright lights
+in the caverns, the dark doors opening into darkness, and upon these
+the great corridor, so vast, so gloomy, so mysterious, were to them new
+pictures in a wonderland the like to which they had never seen before
+and will never see again.</p>
+
+<p>"What place is this, and where is the best parlour?" asks Peter Bligh,
+his clumsy head blundering to a question even at such a time. "'Tis
+laid out for a small and early, and crowns to be broken," says he.
+"Have you took it furnished, or are there neighbours, sir? 'Tis a queer
+house entirely."</p>
+
+<p>I cut him short and turned to the doctor.</p>
+
+<p>"What news of the foot, sir?" I asked him; "how are you feeling now?"</p>
+
+<p>He replied light-heartedly enough, wishful, I could see, to make light
+of it.</p>
+
+<p>"Like a man who has bought a wooden leg and prefers the old one," said
+he; asking at the same time, "What's the course, captain, and why do we
+follow it?"</p>
+
+<p>"The course," said I, "is to Mme. Czerny's boudoir, and a good couch to
+lie upon. Do you two get on as fast as you can and leave us to the
+parley. It's coming, sure enough, and lame men won't help the argument.
+We'll need your help by-and-bye, doctor, when the heads are broken."</p>
+
+<p>I made the guess at hazard, little knowing how near the truth it was to
+prove. We were almost at the head of the first stairway by this time,
+and the uproar in the corridor might have awakened the seven sleepers.
+Impossible, I said, that such a warning should not bring in men from
+the sea, sentinels who would ask by whose hand the key had been turned;
+but the danger lay behind us in the shadows where we had not looked for
+it. Aye, the three in the engine-house, how came I to forget them? They
+were atop of us before the doctor was out of hearing, and a great
+hulking German, his face smeared with soot and a bar of iron in his
+hands, caught me by the shoulder and swung me round almost before I had
+done speaking.</p>
+
+<p>"Who, in thunder, are you?" asks he. It was a question which had to be
+answered.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I had picked up a wrinkle or two about "rough-and-tumbles" in the
+years I traded to Yokohama, and though my heart was in my mouth and it
+was plain to me that this was the crisis of the night, when a single
+unlucky stroke or misspoken word might undo all that chance had done
+for us, I nevertheless kept my wits about me, and letting the man turn
+me round as he willed I presently caught his arm between both of mine
+and almost broke the bone of it. Upon which he lifted up a cry you
+might have heard at the sword-fish reef, and writhing down I struck him
+with all my force and he fell insensible.</p>
+
+<p>"Seven and one makes eight," said I, and a man might forgive himself
+for boasting at such a time; for, mark you, but two were left to deal
+with, and while one was making for little Dolly Venn, Peter Bligh had
+the throat of the other in such a grip that his friends might well have
+said, "God help him!"</p>
+
+<p>"Hold him, Peter, hold him!" cried I, my blood fired and my tongue set
+loose; but there was no need to be anxious for Mister Bligh, I do
+assure you.</p>
+
+<p>"He'll need new teeth to-morrow, and plenty of 'em!" says he, shaking
+the man as a dog shakes a rat. "Aye, go on, captain, the fun's
+beginning here."</p>
+
+<p>I waited to hear no more, but ran at the man who closed with little
+Dolly Venn. "Dolly's is the need," said I; though in that I was
+mistaken, as you shall see presently. And I do declare it was a picture
+to watch that bit of a lad dancing round a hulking Dutchman, and
+hitting the wind out of him as though he had been a cushion. Grunt? The
+lubber grunted like a pig, and every time he stopped for want of breath
+in come Master Dolly again with a lightning one which shook him like a
+thunder-bolt. No "set-to" that I have seen in all my life ever pleased
+me half as much; and what with crying and laughing by turns, and
+singing out "Bravo, Dolly!" and dancing round the pair of them, the
+sweat ran off me like rain, and I, and not little Dolly Venn, might
+have been doing for the Dutchman in the shadows of that corridor.</p>
+
+<p>In the end, believe me, this foreign bully turned tail and ran like a
+whipped cur. It was all I could do to keep the lad from his heels.</p>
+
+<p>"Next time, Dolly," cried I, holding him back roughly, "next time, lad;
+we have better work to do, much better work to do. Here's Peter needing
+a box for his goods&mdash;and a pretty big one, too. Is it over, Peter? Will
+he be talking any more?" I asked Mister Bligh.</p>
+
+<p>He answered me by pointing to a figure on the floor beside him, stark
+and motionless and very still. Peter had played his part, indeed; I
+knew that the gate of Czerny's house was open.</p>
+
+<p>"All together, lads," said I, leading them on now with a light heart;
+"all together and out of the shadows, if you please. We've another gate
+to close, and then&mdash;as God's above me, I do believe we have bested
+Edmond Czerny this night!"</p>
+
+<p>It was something to say, a thought to thrill a man, and yet I would not
+dwell upon it, remembering all that lay between us and Miss Ruth's
+freedom&mdash;all that must be done in the doubtful hours before us.</p>
+
+<p>"The iron ladder by which the men come in," I asked of the Italian,
+suddenly, "where is that, Regnarte?"</p>
+
+<p>Now, this man had been very frightened during the brawl at the
+stairs-head; but, seeing the stuff we were made of, and being willing all
+along to join with us (for I learned afterwards that he nursed a
+private spite against Czerny), he replied to me very readily:</p>
+
+<p>"The ladder is the second door, captain; yet why, since no man can go
+up? I tell you that two hold it, and they have guns. You cannot go,
+captain! What good the key when men have guns?"</p>
+
+<p>"We'll see about that," said I. And cocking my pistol I strode to the
+door he indicated.</p>
+
+<p>It was an iron door, opening inward to a small apartment cut out of the
+solid rock. For a while I could see nothing when I entered the little
+cavern&mdash;it laid bare; but, becoming used to the dim light presently, I
+took a few steps forward, and looking up I saw a rocky chimney and an
+orifice far up and the stars glimmering in the grey-blue sky above me.
+This, then, was the second gate to Czerny's house, I said; the seagate
+by which his men passed in. Here, as yonder where Miss Ruth's apartment
+lay, the reef lifted itself above the highest tides; here was the gate
+we must shut if the night were to be won. And who would dare it with
+armed men on the threshold, and a ladder for foothold, and the
+knowledge on our part that one word of the truth would dig a grave for
+recompense? And yet it had to be dared; a man must go up that night for
+a woman's sake.</p>
+
+<p>Well, I took off my boots at the ladder's foot, and thrusting my pistol
+into my waist-belt I spoke a warning word to Peter Bligh.</p>
+
+<p>"This," said I, taking from Regnarte the key I needed, "this opens the
+iron doors you will meet down yonder. If misfortune happens to me, go
+straight through and take my place. Hold the rooms as long as you can
+and let your judgment do the rest. Belike Mister Jacob will come back
+with the ship. I wish to God I could think so!" I added.</p>
+
+<p>He nodded his head, and but half understanding what I was about he
+watched me anxiously when I put my naked foot with wary step on the
+ladder and began to go up. I saw him for a moment, a comrade's figure
+in the dim light of the cavern, and then thinking only of my purpose,
+and of what it would mean to one who waited for me, I clenched my teeth
+and began my journey. Below me were the little cave and the glimmer of
+a distant lamp, shipmates crying "God speed!" the hidden house, the
+mystery; above me that dark funnel of the rock and the sky, which
+seemed to beckon me upward to freedom and the sea.</p>
+
+<p>If danger lay there I could not espy it nor detect its presence. Not a
+sound came from the open trap, no figures were to be seen, no spoken
+voice to be heard. The moaning waves upon the iron reef, the echo of
+gunshots in the silence of the night, alone spoke of life and being and
+the open sea without. And I went up like a cat, rung by rung, my hand
+hot upon the iron, the thought in my head that madness sent me and that
+I might never see another day.</p>
+
+<p>No man appeared at the orifice, I say; the gate might have been
+unguarded for any sentinel I could espy. Nevertheless, I knew that the
+Italian spoke the truth, and that his reckoning was good. Edmond Czerny
+was no fool to leave a sea-gate open to all the world. Somewhere on the
+foothold of the rocks men were lurking, I made sure. That they heard
+nothing of their friends' outcry in the corridor below, that they did
+not answer it, was a thing I had not, at the first, understood; but it
+became plain when the chimney I climbed shut out every sound but that
+of the breaking seas, and gave intervals of silence so great that a man
+might have heard a ticking watch. No, truly, it was no wonder that they
+had not gone down nor heard that loud alarm, for they hungered for the
+wreck; for pillage and plunder, and all the gruesome sights Ken's
+Island that night could show them; and this hunger kept them at the
+water's edge, hounds kennelled when others were free, unwilling idlers
+on a harvest day. God knows, they paid a price for that when the good
+time came.</p>
+
+<p>Now, at the ladder's head, everything was as I had seen it in the
+mind's picture; and even before I made the top fresh spray would shower
+upon my face, while the sea sounded as though its waves were breaking
+almost at my very ears. Unchallenged and, for all I could make out,
+unwatched, I grew bolder step by step, until at last I touched the
+topmost rung; and, looking over, I saw the white crests of the breakers
+and the pinnacles of the reef and the distant island under its loom of
+gold-blue fog. Halted there, with one hand swung free and my good
+pistol ready, I peered intently into the night&mdash;a sentinel watching
+sentinels, a spy upon those that should have spied. And standing so I
+saw the men, and they saw me; and quickened to the act by the sudden
+danger, I swung over the first half of the trap which shut the chimney
+in, and made ready to close the second with all the deftness I could
+command.</p>
+
+<p>There were two men at the sea's edge, and they did not hear me, I
+believe, until the first door of that trap was down. Perchance, even
+then, they thought that a comrade played a jest upon them, and that
+this was all in the night's work, for one of them coming up leisurely
+peered into the hole and put a question to me in the German tongue.
+This man, my heart beating like a piston, and my nerves all strung up,
+I struck down with the butt-end of my pistol, and, as God is my
+witness, I swung over the trap and shot the bolts and locked the great
+padlock before the other could move hand or foot. For the foreigner
+fell, without a cry, headlong into the sea which played at his very
+feet.</p>
+
+<p>"Shut&mdash;shut, by thunder!" cried I to those below, and gladder words a
+seaman never spoke to comrades waiting for him. "One gate more and the
+night is ours, lads!"</p>
+
+<p>They heard me in astonishment. Remember how new this place of mystery
+was to them; how little I had told them of that which I do. If they
+followed me like the brave men that they were, set it down to the
+affection they bore me, and the belief that I led them on no child's
+errand. So much must have occurred to them as we gained the upper house
+and shut the iron doors behind us. The way lay to the sea again, the
+road most dear to the heart of every sailor. Let the main gate of
+Czerny's house be closed and all was won, indeed.</p>
+
+<p>Aye, and you shall stand with me as, mounting a broad stairway beyond
+Miss Ruth's own door, I found myself out upon a great plateau of rock,
+and beheld the silent ocean spread out like a silver carpet before my
+grateful eyes, and knew that the house was ours&mdash;that house the like to
+which no man has built or will build during the ages.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_19"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XIX</h3>
+
+<h4>WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS THE
+LITTLE ONES</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">I was</span> the first to be out on the rock,
+but Peter Bligh was close upon
+my heels, and, wonderful to tell, the Italian almost as quick as any of
+us. To what gate of the sea the staircase was carrying me I knew no
+more than the others. The time was gone by when anything in Czerny's
+house could surprise me; and when at the stairs' head we found that
+which looked for all the world like a great port-hole with a swing door
+of steel to shut it, I climbed through it without hesitation, and so
+stood in God's fresh air for the first time for nearly three days.</p>
+
+<p>That this was the main gate to the sea I had all along surmised, and
+now proved surely. No sooner was I through the door than all the world
+seemed to spread out again before my eyes&mdash;the distant island, the
+shimmering sea, the blue sky shut to us through such long hours. The
+rock itself, where we gained foothold, lifted itself clear and dry
+above the breakers at my feet. There were steps leading down to the
+water's edge, a still pool wherein boats were warped, other crags of
+the reef defying the tides; these and the silence of the night
+everywhere; but of men I saw nothing. The bloody fight we had
+anticipated, blow for blow, and ringing alarm, the struggle for
+foothold on the rock, the challenge to Czerny's men&mdash;such things did
+not befall. We stood unchallenged on the plateau, and we stood alone.</p>
+
+<p>I said that it was a miracle, and yet the Lord knows it was no miracle
+at all.</p>
+
+<p>Let me try and describe this place for you that you may understand our
+situation more clearly, and how it befell that such a simple
+circumstance brought about such a strange turn of fortune. We had come
+up from the heart of the reef, as you know, and the staircase led out
+to a gate of steel opening in the face of a rocky crag, which stood
+well above the level even of the storm-seas. A lower plateau (unwashed
+by the sea) stood below the gate, and other crags jutted out of the sea
+and showed windows to the western sun. I made a bit of a map of the
+land and water thereby to keep it in my memory: and such as it is it
+will enable any one easily to get the position truly. If one places
+himself at the main gate of this house of wonders and puts Czerny's
+crew by the sword-fish reef, all will be plain to him.</p>
+
+<p>The island lay perhaps a mile to the southward; and nearer to us, at a
+cable's length as I reckoned it, a group of rocky pinnacles in the open
+sea marked the door we had shut and the ladder by which Czerny's men
+went in to shelter. But the oddest thing of all was this, that the main
+gate to this house of wonders should be left unguarded at an hour so
+critical. Dark as it was, with only the soft grey light of a summer's
+night shimmering on sea and land, nevertheless the mere fact that we
+had passed unchallenged told me that we were alone. For why should two
+men let three pass up and raise no alarm when alarm might mean so much?</p>
+
+<p>Could they not have struck us down as we came out, one by one, firing
+their guns to call comrades from the sea, and bringing a hundred more
+atop of us to end our chances there and then? Of course they could; and
+yet it was not done. No man hailed us; we had the breaking seas at our
+feet, the fresh air in our lungs, the spindrift wet upon our faces. And
+who was the more surprised, I at finding the gate unguarded or my
+comrades to discover that there was such a gate at all, the Lord only
+knows. Like three who stumbled upon a precipice we halted there at the
+sea's edge, and looked at one another to ask if such great good fortune
+could, indeed, be ours.</p>
+
+<p>I have told you before that the Italian was at our heels when we gained
+the rock, and it was to him now that I addressed my question.</p>
+
+<p>"You said there were two at the gate, Regnarte. Where are they, then,
+and what keeps them?"</p>
+
+<p>He cracked his bony fingers many times, and began to gabble away
+vociferously in his own language&mdash;a tongue I like the sound of, but
+which no right-minded man should talk. When he came to some calmness
+and to a sane man's speech, he pointed to the pinnacles of the lesser
+gate and began to make the truth clear to me.</p>
+
+<p>"You come lucky, sir, you come lucky, true! Hafmitz gone yonder; he and
+mate, too; he go to see why other men cry out!"</p>
+
+<p>I saw it like a flash. The alarm had been given at the other end of the
+reef, and the two that should have guarded this, had put out in their
+boat to see what the matter was. If a man had wished to believe that
+Providence guided him that night, he could not have found a
+circumstance to help him farther on the road. I make no pretence to be
+what folks call a religious man, doing my duty without the hymn-books;
+but I believe, and always shall believe, that there was something more
+than mere chance on our way in all that venture, and so I set it down
+here once and for all. The fingers of the white man's God pointed the
+road for us; and we took it, fair or crooked let it prove to be.</p>
+
+<p>"Luck! Luck's no word for it, my lads," said I. "If a man told such a
+thing ashore, who'd believe him? And yet it's true&mdash;true, as your own
+eyes tell you."</p>
+
+<p>They had not found their tongues yet and none of them uttered a
+syllable. The wonders they had seen: that house of mystery lying like a
+palace of the story-books far down below the rolling Pacific; the
+surprise of it all; the picture of lights and rooms and of a woman's
+face; and now this plateau of rock with breakers at their feet and the
+island mists for their horizon; and, in the far distance, away upon the
+sword-fish reef, sights and sounds which quickened every pulse&mdash;who
+shall blame them if they could answer me never a word? They simply
+halted there and gazed spellbound across the shimmering water. I alone
+knew how far we stood from the end where safety lay.</p>
+
+<p>Now, Peter Bligh was the first to give up his star-gazing; and, shaking
+himself like a great dog, he turned to me with a word of that common
+sense which he can speak sometimes.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis a miracle, truly, and a couple of doors to it," cried he, like
+one thinking keenly. "Nevertheless, I make bold to say that if they
+have a key to yonder hatch we are undone entirely, captain."</p>
+
+<p>I sat upon a crag of the rock and tried to think of it all. Czerny's
+men would return in an hour, or two at the most, and the truth would be
+out. They would come&mdash;the seamen to the lesser gate, the others to this
+door of steel by which we sat&mdash;and, finding that knocking did not open,
+they would take such measures as they thought fit to blast the doors. A
+gun well fired might do as much if gun could be trained upon the reef.
+Once let them inside and it needed no clever tongue to say how it would
+fare with us or with those we sought to protect. No man, I said, would
+live to tell that story, or to carry the history of Edmond Czerny's
+life to a distant city. All that lay between us and life was this door
+of steel shutting like a port-hole in the solid rock. And could we hold
+it against, it might be one, it might be three hundred men? That was a
+question the night must answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Regnarte," I said, upon an impulse, "you have guns in this house?"</p>
+
+<p>He held up his fingers and opened them many times to express a great
+number.</p>
+
+<p>"One, two, three hundred guns," said he. "Excellency has them all; but
+here one gun much bigger than that. You seamen, you shall know how to
+fire him, captain. Excellency say that no man take the gate while that
+gun there. Ah! the leg on the other boot now!"</p>
+
+<p>Now he cracked his fingers all the time he said this, and shook his
+keys and danced about the plateau like a madman. For a while I could
+make neither head nor tail of what he meant; but presently he turned as
+though he would go down to the cabins again, and, standing upon the
+very threshold of the staircase, he showed me what I had never seen or
+should have looked for in twenty years&mdash;the barrel of a quick-firing
+gun and the steel turret which defended it.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis a pom-pom, or I'm a heathen nigger!" cries Peter Bligh, half mad
+at the sight of it. "A pom-pom, and a shield about it. The glory to
+Saint Patrick that shows me the wonder!"</p>
+
+<p>And Dolly Venn, catching hold of my hand in like excitement, he says:</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Mr. Begg, oh, what luck, what luck at last!"</p>
+
+<p>I crossed the plateau and saw the thing with my own eyes. It was a
+modern Krupp quick-firing gun, well kept, well fitted, well placed
+behind a shield of steel which might defend those who worked it against
+a hundred. Those who set it upon the rock so set it that not only the
+near sea but the second gate could be covered by its fire. It would
+sweep the water with a hail of lead, and leave unseen those that did
+the work. And the irony of it was chiefly this, that Edmond Czerny,
+seeking to defend the door of his house against all the world, now shut
+it upon himself.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said I, at last, and I spoke almost like a man drunk with
+excitement; "give me shell for that, and we'll hold the gate against
+five hundred!"</p>
+
+<p>The hope of it set every nerve in my body twitching; sweat, I say,
+began to roll down my face like rain.</p>
+
+<p>"You have a magazine in this place," I continued, turning upon the
+Italian in a way that surprised him; "you have arms in this house and
+shot for that gun. Where are they, man, where are they?"</p>
+
+<p>He stood stock-still with fright, and stammered out a broken reply.</p>
+
+<p>"Excellency has the key, captain&mdash;I show you! Don't be angry, captain!"</p>
+
+<p>He turned to enter the house again, and I followed him, as eager a man
+as ever hunted for that which might take a fellow-creature's life.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you, Peter and Dolly, keep a watch here," said I, indicating the
+place, "while I go below with this man. We must hold the gate, lads,
+hold it with our lives! If the two yonder come back, be sure you close
+their mouths. You understand, Peter&mdash;close their mouths!"</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, I understand, captain!" said he, very quietly. "They'll not sing
+hymns when I've done with them!"</p>
+
+<p>I followed the Italian down the stairs, and we made for the great hall
+again. Many lights were burning there, and the figures of women passed
+in and out of the splendid rooms. At the far corner, opposite Miss
+Ruth's own apartment, the Italian came to a halt and began to gabble
+again.</p>
+
+<p>"Excellency live here, sir," said he; "the gun-room&mdash;you go right
+through to him; but Excellency, he have the key. Me only doorman. I
+speak true, sir!"</p>
+
+<p>I opened the door of the room he indicated, and feeling upon the wall
+switched on a lamp. It was the palace of a place, with great book-racks
+all round it, and arm-chairs as long as beds in every corner, and
+instruments and tables and pretty ornaments enough to furnish a
+mansion; but for none of these things had I eyes that night. Yonder, at
+the end of the room, a curtain opened above a door of iron; and through
+that door I saw at a glance the way to the gun-room lay. Ah, how my
+head tried to grapple with the trouble! The keys&mdash;where lay the keys?
+What chance or miracle would show me those? Was the key on Czerny's
+person or here in one of the drawers about? How much would I have paid
+to have been told that truly! But how to open it!</p>
+
+<p>Now the Italian watched me with curious eyes as I went up to the door
+and drew the curtain back from it. A quick glance round the room did
+not show me what common sense was seeking&mdash;an iron safe in which
+Czerny's keys might lie. That he would keep the key of the armoury in
+the room, unless it were on his person, I had no doubt; and argument
+began to tell me that, after all, a safe might not be necessary. If
+alarm came it would come from the sea; or from the lower doors, which
+were locked against his devil's crew. I began to say that the keys
+would be in a drawer or bureau, and I was going to ransack every piece
+of furniture, when&mdash;and this seemed beyond all reason&mdash;I saw something
+shining bright upon a little table in the corner, and crossing the room
+I picked up the very thing for which a man might have offered the half
+of his fortune.</p>
+
+<p>"Heaven above!" said I, "if this is it&mdash;if this is
+<span class="nobr">it&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>And why should it not have been? News of the wreck had come to the
+house like a sudden alarm leaping up in the night; the keys, which I
+held with greedy fingers, might they not have been in Czerny's hands
+when the bell clanged loudly through the startled corridors? I saw him,
+forgetful in his very greed, serving out rifles to his willing men,
+running up at hazard to be sure of the truth, leaving behind him that
+which might open his house to the world forever. And in my hand the
+fruit of his alarm was lying.</p>
+
+<p>Ah, Heaven! it was the truth, and the door opened at my touch, and arms
+for a hundred men glittered in the dim light about me.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_20"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XX</h3>
+
+<h4>THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY'S MEN</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">We</span> carried the shot to the stairs' head,
+each man working as though his
+own life were the price of willing labour. If Miss Ruth had tidings of
+the great good fortune the night had sent to us, she would neither stay
+our hands with questions nor wait for idle answers. For a moment I saw
+her, a figure to haunt a man, looking out from the door of her own
+room; but a long hour passed before I changed a word with her or knew
+if that which we had done would win her consent. Now, indeed, was Ruth
+Bellenden at the parting of the ways, and of all in Czerny's house her
+lot must have been the hardest to bear. She had blotted the page of her
+old life that night and it never would be rewritten. None the less, a
+woman's courage could show me a bright face and all that girlish
+gentleness which was her truest charm. Never once would she speak of
+her own trouble, but always lightly of ours; so that we three&mdash;little
+Ruth, Dr. Gray, and Jasper Begg&mdash;might have been friends met upon any
+common adventure,
+and not at the crisis of that desperate endeavour. And so I think it
+will befall in all the perilous days, that what is written in the
+story-books about loud exclamations and pale faces and all the rest of
+it is the property of the story-teller, and that in plain truth you
+find none of these things, but just silent actors and simple talk, and
+no more noise of the difficulty than the common day will bring. This,
+at least, is my memory of that never-to-be-forgotten night. To-morrow
+might give us life or death&mdash;a grave beneath the seas or mastership of
+that house of mystery; though of this no word passed between us, but
+briefly we gave each other the news and asked it in return.</p>
+
+<p>"Captain," says the doctor, he being the first to speak, "they tell me
+you've struck a gun-store. Is it true or false?"</p>
+
+<p>I told him that it was true, and making light of it&mdash;for I did not wish
+Miss Ruth to be upset before there was good reason&mdash;I named another
+thing.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said I, "we shall defend ourselves if there's need, and give a
+good account, I hope. For the rest, we'll take it as we find it. I am
+trusting that Mister Czerny will listen to common sense and not risk
+bloodshed. If he does, the blame be on his own head, for I shall do my
+best to make it easy for him."</p>
+
+<p>"I know you will&mdash;I know you will, Jasper," says little Ruth, closing
+her hand upon mine, and not caring much what the doctor thought of it,
+I'll be bound; "we can do no more than our duty, each of us. Mine is
+very hard, but I shall not turn from it&mdash;never, while I know that duty
+says, 'Go on!'"</p>
+
+<p>"That I'm sure you won't, Miss Ruth," was my answer to her; "if ever
+duty justified man or woman it justifies you and I this night. Let us
+begin with that and all the rest is easy. What we are doing is done as
+much for the sake of our fellow-men as for ourselves. We work for a
+good end&mdash;to let the world know what Ken's Island harbours and to keep
+our fellow-men from such a place. Accomplish that much, and right and
+humanity owe us something, though it's not for me to speak of it, nor
+is this the time. My business is to hold this house against the devils
+who are pillaging the ship yonder. The sea-gate I can take care of,
+Miss Ruth. It's what's below in the pit that I fear."</p>
+
+<p>She listened with a curiosity which drank in every word and yet was not
+satiated. Nevertheless, I believe but half of my story was plain to
+her. And who blames her for that? Was not it enough for such a bit of a
+girl to say, "My friends are with me. I trust them. They will win my
+liberty." The arguments were for the men&mdash;for Mister Gray and me, who
+sought a road in the darkness, but could not find one.</p>
+
+<p>"Two doors to this house, captain," says the doctor, after a little
+while, "and one of them shut. So much I understand. Are you sure that
+the cavern below is empty, or do you still count men in it?"</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis just neither way," said I, "and that's the worst of it, doctor.
+The sea's to be held while the shell lasts and perhaps afterwards; but
+if there are men down below, why, then it's another matter. I'm staking
+all on a throw. What more can I do?"</p>
+
+<p>He leaned back upon the sofa and appeared to think of it. Presently he
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Captain, a man doesn't shoot with his foot, does he?"</p>
+
+<p>And then, not waiting for me to answer, he goes on:</p>
+
+<p>"Why, no; he shoots with his hand. Just you plant me in the passage and
+give me a gun. I'll keep the door for you&mdash;by Jove, I will!"</p>
+
+<p>Now, I saw that this promise frightened Miss Ruth more than she would
+say, for it was the first time that it occurred to her that men might
+come out of the pit. But she was just the one to turn it with a laugh,
+and crying, "What folly! what folly!" she called out at the same time
+for little Rosamunda, and began to think of that which I had clean
+forgotten.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper," says she, "you will never make a general&mdash;never, never! Why,
+where's your commissariat? Would you starve your crew and think nothing
+of it? Oh, we shall feed Mister Bligh, and then it will be easy," says
+she, prettily.</p>
+
+<p>I made no objection to this, for it was evident that she wished to
+conceal her fears from us; but I knew that the doctor was wise, and
+before I left him there was a rifle at his side and twenty rounds to go
+with it.</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-237">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-237.jpg" height="543" width="448" alt="If there is any sound
+at the door, fire that gun" /></p>
+
+<p class="pictitle">"If there is any sound at the door, fire that gun."</p>
+
+<p>"If there's any sound at the door of the corridor&mdash;as much as a
+scratch," said I, "fire that gun. I shall be with you before the
+smoke's lifted, and you will need me, doctor&mdash;indeed, you will!"</p>
+
+<p>I left him upon this and went up, more anxious than I would have
+confessed, to my shipmates at the gate. I found them standing together
+in the moonlight, which shone clear and golden upon a gentle sea, and
+gave points of fire to the rocky headlands of Ken's Island. So still it
+was, such a scene of wonder and of beauty, that but for the words which
+greeted me, and the dark figures peering across the water, and
+something very terrible on the distant reef, I might have believed
+myself keeping a lonely watch in the glory of a summer's night. That
+delusion the East denied. I knew the truth even before Mister Bligh
+named it.</p>
+
+<p>"They've fired the ship, captain&mdash;fired the ship!" says he, with just
+anger. "Aye, Heaven do to them as they've done to those poor creatures!
+Did man ever hear of such a villainy&mdash;to fire a good ship in her
+misfortune? It would be a sin against an honest rope to hang such a
+crew as that!"</p>
+
+<p>I stepped forward to the water's edge that I might see the thing more
+clearly. Looming up upon that fair horizon were wreathing clouds of
+smoke and crimson flames, and in the heart of it all the outline of the
+ship these fiends had doomed. No picture ever painted could present
+that woful scene or describe its magnificence as we saw it from the
+watch-tower of the reef. It was, indeed, as though the very heavens
+were on fire, while the sea all about the burning hull shone like a
+pool of molten gold in which strange shapes moved and the shadows of
+living things were to be seen. Now licking the quivering masts, now
+blown aside in tongue-shaped jets, the lambent flame spurted from every
+crack and crevice, leaped up from every port-hole of that splendid
+steamer. I saw that her minutes were numbered, and I said that before
+the dawn broke she would sink, a mass of embers, into the hissing
+breakers.</p>
+
+<p>"Good Lord, Mister Bligh!" cried I, the seaman's habit coming to me at
+the dreadful spectacle, "was ever such a thing heard of? And the poor
+people aboard&mdash;what of them now? What haven may they look for?"</p>
+
+<p>"They've put the men ashore, sir," said Dolly Venn, hardly able to
+speak for his anxiety. "I saw two boat-loads go across to the bay while
+Mister Bligh was piling the ammunition. They've sent them to die on the
+island. And we so helpless that we must just look on like schoolgirls.
+Oh! I'd give all I've got to be over yonder with a hundred bluejackets
+at my elbow. Think of it, sir! Just a hundred, and cutlasses in their
+hands."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye," said I, "and a tree for every rogue that rows a boat yonder.
+Well, my lad, thinking's no good this night, nor can you get the
+bluejackets by whistling. We haven't all served our time in a Queen's
+ship, Dolly, and we're just plain seamen; but we'll try and speak a
+word to Edmond Czerny by-and-bye, or I'll never speak another. Now,
+help me with your young eyes, will you, and tell me if that's a ship's
+gig yonder, or if it <span class="nobr">isn't&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>He said that it was a ship's gig, and he pointed out that which I had
+not seen before&mdash;a steam yacht lying off to the east of us and waiting
+for some of her crew to go aboard. Edmond Czerny would be on deck
+there, I thought, watching the hounds he had sent to the work; and if
+that spectacle of death and destruction did not gratify him, then
+nothing would in all the world. And surely such a sight even he had not
+beheld in all his years. That shimmering molten sea, the island
+catching the reflected lights and making its own pictures of them; the
+distant forests, whose trees lifted fiery branches and leaves of flame;
+the mist-clouds raining blood and gold, the burning steamer, the great
+arena of fire-flecked sea and the small-boats swimming upon it&mdash;what
+more of delight or devilry could Ken's Island give this vulture of the
+deep?</p>
+
+<p>So much the night would show us as Providence willed and good hearts
+might determine.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I have told you that little Dolly Venn had served in the Naval
+Reserve and knew more of gunnery than the most of us. To this, I bear
+witness, we owed much that night.</p>
+
+<p>"You've got a skipper's part, Dolly, lad," said I, "and yon gig begins
+the trouble, if my eyes don't deceive me. Why, she's coming in here,
+lad, straight to this very door, just as fast as oars can bring her.
+And there's more to follow&mdash;a fleet of them, as any lubber could tell
+you."</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis like a f&ecirc;te and gala on the old stinking Liffey," says Peter
+Bligh, peering with me across the busy sea. "A dozen boats, and every
+one of them full. I'd give something to see Mister Jacob to-night;
+indeed, and I would, captain. We are over few for such an 'out and
+home' as this."</p>
+
+<p>It was rare to see Peter Bligh serious, but he had the right to be that
+night, and I was the last to blame him. Consider our situation and ask
+what others would have felt, placed as we were&mdash;four willing men upon a
+bit of craggy rock rising sheer out of a thousand fathom sea, and
+commanded to hold the gate for our lives and for another life more
+precious against all the riff-raff that Ken's Island could send against
+us. Out on the shimmering sea I counted twelve boats with my own eyes,
+and knew that every one of them was full of cut-throats. In the half of
+an hour or sooner that devil's crew would knock at our gate and demand
+to come in. Whatever way we answered them, however clever we might be,
+was it reason to suppose that we could hold the rock against such odds,
+hold it until help came when help was so distant? I say that it was
+not. By all the chances, by every right reason, we should have been cut
+down where we stood, and our bodies swimming in the sea before the sun
+shone again on Ken's Island and its mysteries. And if this truth was
+present in my mind, how should it be absent from the minds of the
+others? Brave faces they showed me, bright words they spoke; but I knew
+what these concealed. We stood together for a woman's sake; we knew
+what the price might be and made no complaint of it.</p>
+
+<p>"We are over few, Peter," said I, "but over few is better than many
+when the heart is right. Just you drink up that grog and put yourself
+where there is not so much of your precious body in the moonlight. It
+will be Dolly's place at the gun, and mine to help him. There is this
+in my mind, Peter, that we've no right to shoot fellow-creatures unless
+they call upon us so to do. When the gig comes up I'll give them a fair
+challenge before the volley's fired. After that it's up and at them,
+for Miss Ruth's sake. You will not forget, Peter, that if we can hold
+this place until help comes, belike we'll carry Miss Ruth to Europe and
+shut down this devil's den forever. If that's not work good enough to
+put heart into a man, I don't know what is. Aye, my lads," said I to
+them all, "tell yourselves that you are here and acting for the sake of
+one who did you many a kindness in the old time; and mind you shoot
+straight," says I, "and don't go wasting honest lead when there's
+carrion waiting for it."</p>
+
+<p>They answered "Aye, aye!" and Dolly, leaping up to the gun, began to
+give his orders just for all the world as though he skippered the ship
+and I was but a passenger.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll put Regnarte in front," says he, "so that we can keep an eye on
+him. Let Peter hail them from where he's standing now; the rock covers
+him, captain, and the shield will take care of you and me. And oh?"
+says he, "I do wish it would begin&mdash;for my fingers are just itching!"</p>
+
+<p>"Let them itch, lad, let them itch," was my answer; "here's the gig by
+the point, and they won't trouble you with that complaint long. Do you,
+Peter, give them a hail when I cry, 'Now!' If they stop, well and good;
+if they come on&mdash;why, you won't be asking them to walk right in!" says
+I.</p>
+
+<p>He took my meaning and set to work like the brave man that he was. Very
+deliberately and carefully I saw him slip out of his coat and fold it
+up neatly at his feet. He had a rifle in his hand and a pile of
+ammunition on the floor, and now he opened his Remington and began to
+fill it. For my part, I stood by the gun's shield, and from that place,
+covered by a ring of steel, I looked out across the awaking sea.
+Impatience, doubt, hope, fear&mdash;these I forgot in the minutes which
+passed while the gig crept slowly across that silver pool. The silence
+was so great that a man might almost breathe it. Slow, to be sure, she
+was; and every man who has waited at a post of danger knows what it
+means to see a strange sail creeping up to you foot by foot, and to be
+asking yourself a dozen times over whether she be friend or enemy, a
+welcome consort or a rogue disguised. But there is an end to all
+things, even to the minutes of such suspense; and I bear witness that I
+never heard sweeter music than the ringing hail which Mister Bligh sent
+across the still sea to the eight men in the gig, and to any other his
+message might concern.</p>
+
+<p>"Ahoy!" cries he, "and what may you be wanting, my hearties, and what
+flag do you sail under?"</p>
+
+<p>Now, if ever a hail out of the night surprised eight men, this was the
+occasion and this the scene of it. They had come back from the pillaged
+ship believing that the sea-gate of the house stood open to them and
+that friends held it in all security. And here upon the threshold a
+strange voice hails them; they are asked a question which turns every
+ear towards the rock, sends every man's hand to the gun beside him.
+Instantly, their own vile deeds accusing them, they cry, "Discovery!"
+They tell each other, I make sure, that Czerny's house is in the
+possession of strangers. They are stark mad with curiosity, and unable
+for a spell to say a word to us.</p>
+
+<p>They would not speak a word, I say; their oars were still, their boat
+drifted lazily to the drowsy tide. If they peered with all their eyes a
+the rock from which the voice came, but little consolation had they of
+the spectacle. The shadows spoke no truth, the gate hid the unknown;
+they could read no message there. Neither willing to go back nor to
+advance, they sat gaping in the boat. How could they know what anxious
+ears and itching hands waited for their reply?</p>
+
+<p>A voice at last, crying harshly across the ripple of the water, broke
+the spell and set every tongue free again. Aye, it was good to hear
+them speak.</p>
+
+<p>"Bob Williams," cries the voice. "What ho! my ancient! I guess that's
+you, Bob Williams."</p>
+
+<p>"And I guess it isn't," roars Peter Bligh, half mad, like a true
+Irishman, at the thought of a fight. "It isn't Bob Williams, and be
+derned to you! Are you going ashore to Ken's Island or will you swim
+awhile? It's good water for bathing," says he, "and no charge for the
+machine. Aye," says he, "by the look of you cold water would not hurt
+your skins."</p>
+
+<p>Well, they had nothing to say to this; but we could hear them parleying
+among themselves. And presently; another longboat pulling up to them,
+the two together drifted in the open and then, without a word, began to
+row away to the lesser reef, whose gate I had shut not an hour ago.
+This I saw with very great alarm; for it came to me in an instant that
+if they could force the trap&mdash;and there were enough of them to do that,
+seeing that they had rifles in their hands&mdash;the whole of the lower
+rooms would swarm with their fellows presently, and I did not doubt
+that the house would be taken.</p>
+
+<p>"Dolly," cried I, appealing to the lad, when, the Lord knows, my own
+head should have been the one to lead, "Dolly," cried I, "they'll force
+the gate&mdash;and what then,
+<span class="nobr">Dolly&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;?"</span></p>
+
+<p>He had leapt up when the ship moved off, and now, drawing me back, with
+nervous fingers he began to show me what a man-of-war had taught him.</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir, no," says he, wildly, "no, it's not that. Help me and I'll
+tell you&mdash;and oh, Mister Begg, don't you see that this gun was put here
+to cover that very place?" says he.</p>
+
+<p>Well, I had seen it, though in the stress of recent events it had
+slipped my memory; and yet it would have been as plain as the nose on
+the face to any gunner, even to the youngest. For if Czerny must hold
+his house against the world, how should he hold it with one door of two
+open to the sea? That devilish gun, swung there on a peak of the rock,
+could sweep the waters, turn where you might. It was going to sweep the
+lesser gate to-night.</p>
+
+<p>"Round with her and quick about it," cries Dolly Venn, and never a
+gladder cry have I heard him utter. "They're coming ashore, captain.
+They are on the rock already."</p>
+
+<p>I stood up to make sure of it, and saw four men leap from the gig to
+the rock which it was life or death for us to hold. And to Dolly I
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Let go, lad; let go, in Heaven's name!"</p>
+
+<p>He stood to the gun; and clear above all other sounds of the night the
+sharp reports rang out. That peaceful, sleeping sea awoke to an hour
+the like to which Ken's Island will never know again. We cast the glove
+to Edmond Czerny and powder spake our message. Henceforth it was his
+day or ours, life or death, the gallows or the sea.</p>
+
+<p>There were four men upon the rock when the gun began to spurt its vomit
+of shot across the sea, and two of them fell almost with the first
+report. I saw a third dragging himself across the crags and pressing a
+hand madly against every stone as though to quench some burning flame;
+a fourth crouched down and began to cry to his fellows in the boats for
+mercy's sake to put in for him; but before they could lift a hand or
+ship an oar the fire was among them; and skimming the waves for a
+moment, then carrying beyond them, it caught them as a hail of burning
+steel at last and shut their lips forever. Aye, how shall I tell you of
+it truly&mdash;the worming, tortured men, the gaping wounds they showed, the
+madness which sent them headlong into the sea, the sagging boat dipping
+beneath them, the despair, the terror, when death came like a
+whirlwind? These things I shut from my eyes; I would not see them. The
+sharp reports, the words of agony, the oaths, the ferocious
+threats&mdash;they came and went as a storm upon the wind. And afterwards when
+silence fell, and I beheld the silver sea, the island wreathed in
+mists, ships' boats in the distance like dots upon the water, the
+ebbing flames where the steamer burned, the woods wherein honest seamen
+suffered in the death-trance from which but few would waken, I turned
+to my comrades and, hand linked in hand, I said, "Well done!"</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_21"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XXI</h3>
+
+<h4>WHICH BRINGS IN THE DAY AND WHAT BEFELL THEREIN</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">It</span> was just after dawn that Miss Ruth came up from her room below and
+found me at my lonely post on the plateau of the watch-tower rock.
+Dolly Venn was fast asleep by that time, and Peter Bligh and the
+carpenter no less willing for a spell of rest. I had sent them to their
+beds when it was plain to me that, whatever might come after, the night
+had nothing more in store for us; and though heavy with sleep myself I
+put it by for duty's sake.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I was watching all alone, my rifle between my knees and my eyes
+upon the breaking skies, when I heard a quick step behind me, and,
+turning round, I saw Miss Ruth herself, and felt her gentle hand upon
+my shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>"I couldn't sleep, Jasper," said she, a little sadly I thought. "You
+are not angry with me for being here, Jasper?"</p>
+
+<p>It blew cold with the dawn, and I was glad to see that she had wrapped
+her head in a warm white woollen shawl&mdash;for these little things stick
+in a man's memory&mdash;and that her dress was such as a woman might wear in
+that bleak place. She had dark rings about her eyes&mdash;which I have
+always said could look at you as the eyes of no other woman in all the
+world; and I began to think how odd it was that we two, whom fortune
+had cast out to this lonely rock together, should have said so little
+to each other, spoken such rare words since the ship put me ashore at
+the gate of her island home.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, "it's small wonder what you tell me. This night is
+never to be forgotten by you and I, surely. Sometimes, even now, I
+think that I am dreaming it all. Why, look at it. Not two months ago I
+was in London hiring a ship from Philips, Westbury, and Co. You, I
+believed, were away in the Pacific, where all things beautiful should
+be. I saw you, Miss Ruth, in an island home, happy and contented, as it
+was the wish of us all that you should be. There were never lighter
+hearts on a quarterdeck than those which set out to do your bidding.
+'It's Miss Ruth's fancy,' we told ourselves, 'that her friends should
+bring a message from the West, and be ready to serve her if she has the
+mind to employ them.' What other need could we think of? Be sure no
+whisper of this devil's house or of yonder island where honest men will
+die to-day was heard by any man among us. We came to do your bidding as
+you had asked us. It was for you to say 'go' or 'stay.' We never
+thought what the truth would be&mdash;even now it seems to me a horrid
+nightmare which a man remembers when he is waking."</p>
+
+<p>She drew a little closer to me, and stood gazing wistfully across the
+westward seas, beyond which lay home and liberty. Perchance her
+thoughts were away to the pretty town of Nice, where she had given her
+love to the man who had betrayed her, and had dreamed, as young girls
+will, of all that marriage and afterwards might mean to her.</p>
+
+<p>"If it were only that, Jasper," she said, slowly, "just a dream and
+nothing more! But we know that it is not. Ah, think, if these things
+mean so much to you, what they have meant to me. I came away from
+Europe believing that heaven would open at my feet. I said that a good
+man loved me, and I gave myself heart and soul to him. Just a silly
+little girl I was, who never asked questions, and trusted&mdash;yes, trusted
+all who said they loved her. And then the truth, and a weary woman to
+hear it! From little things which I would not see, it came speaking to
+me in greater things which I dare not pass by, until I knew&mdash;knew the
+best and the worst of it! And all my castles came tumbling down, and
+the picture was shut out, and I thought it was forever. The message I
+spoke to the sea would never be answered, or would be answered when I
+no longer lived to hear it spoken. Do you blame a woman's weakness? Was
+I wrong to believe that you would forget the promise?"</p>
+
+<p>"I never forgot it, Miss Ruth," was my answer, "never for a moment.
+'May-be,' said I to Peter Bligh, 'she'll laugh when I go ashore;
+<span class="nobr">may-be&mdash;but</span> it is a thousand to one against
+<span class="nobr">that&mdash;she'll</span> have need of me.'
+When I saw Ken's Island looming off my port-bow, why I said, 'It's just
+such a picture of a place as a rich man would pitch upon for an island
+home. It's a garden land,' said I, 'a sunny haven in this good Pacific
+sea.' Judge how far I was from the truth, Miss Ruth, how little I knew
+of this prison-house that, God helping me, shall stand open to the
+world before many days have come and gone."</p>
+
+<p>She was silent for a spell, for her eyes were searching the distant
+island, and she seemed to be scanning its fog-bound heights and misty
+valleys as though to read that secret of the night of which I hoped no
+man had told her.</p>
+
+<p>"The ship that came ashore last night, Jasper?" she asked, of a sudden.
+"What have they done to the ship?"</p>
+
+<p>I put my hand upon her arm and led her forward to the sea's edge,
+whence we could espy both the sword-fish reef and the ashes of her
+bungalow at the island's heart. The day had broken by this time, quick
+and beautiful as ever in the Pacific Ocean. Sunny waves rolled up to
+our very feet. There were glittering caps of rock gleaming above the
+island of death. Czerny's yacht lay, the picture of a ship, eastward in
+the offing. The longboats, twelve of them, and each loaded with its
+devil's crew, drifted round and round the master's ship; but never a
+man that went aboard from them.</p>
+
+<p>"The ship," said I, "is where many a good ship has gone before: a
+thousand fathoms down by yonder cruel reef. As for those that sailed
+her, they live or die on Ken's Island, mistress. Last night in my watch
+I heard them crying like wild beasts that hunger drives. Those who do
+not sleep to-day herd together on yonder beach. I counted nine of them
+not half an hour since."</p>
+
+<p>She tried to see with me, looking across the water; and presently she
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"There are men there and women, too&mdash;oh, Jasper, think of it, women!"</p>
+
+<p>"Ah!" said I, "I have been thinking of it for an hour or more, ever
+since I first made a signal to them. So much comes of being a seaman,
+who can speak to folks when others are dumb. If they read my message
+aright, they'll not stay on Ken's Island to sleep, be sure of it; but I
+doubt that they'll dare it, Miss Ruth. Poor souls; their need is sore,
+indeed!"</p>
+
+<p>"And our own, Jasper," says she, "is our own less? You are brave men,
+and you have all a woman's trust and gratitude; but, Jasper, when my
+husband comes, what will you say to him? They are a hundred and we are
+but five, shut up in this prison of the sea! We may live here forever
+and no help come to us. We may even die here, Jasper. There are things
+I will not either name or think of. But, oh, Jasper," says she, "if we
+could save those poor people!"</p>
+
+<p>It was always thus with her&mdash;nine thoughts for others and not the half
+of one for herself. What she meant by the things she would not name or
+speak of, I could hardly guess; but it was in my head that she meant to
+indicate the corridors below and that unknown danger which iron doors
+shut down. I had been a clearer-headed man that morning if I could have
+put away from me my doubt of what the depths were hiding from us. But I
+hid it from her always. A truce of self-deception shut out the question
+as one we neither cared to hear nor answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, speaking very slowly, "those people have a boat,
+for you can see it on yon sands. Let them find the courage to float it,
+and it is even possible that Dolly Venn and I can do the rest. We
+should be thirteen men then, and glad of the number. I won't hide it
+from you that we are a pitiful handful to face such a horde as lingers
+yonder. Why, think of it. Your husband keeps them off the yacht, that's
+clear to a child's eye. What harbour, then, is open to them? The
+island&mdash;yes, there's that! They can go and sleep the death-sleep on the
+island, as many an honest man before them. But they will have something
+to say to Czerny first if I know anything of their quality! Our plight
+is bad enough; but I wouldn't be in your husband's shoes to-day for all
+the money in London City. We may pull through&mdash;there would be rasher
+promises than that; but Edmond Czerny will never see a white man's town
+again&mdash;no, not if he lives a hundred years!"</p>
+
+<p>"It would be justice, God's justice," said she, very slowly; "there is
+that in the world always, Jasper. Whatever may be in store for me, I
+should like to think that I had done my duty as you are doing yours."</p>
+
+<p>"We won't talk of that;" said I; "the day is dark, but the sunshine
+follows after. Some day, in some home across the sea, we'll tell each
+other how we held Ken's Island against a hundred. It may be that, dear
+friend; God knows, it may be that!"</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>It was five o'clock in the morning by my watch when I signalled for the
+second time to the people on the beach, and half-past five when first
+they answered me. Until that time I had not wished to awake Dolly Venn
+or Mister Bligh; but now when it began to come to me that I might,
+indeed, save these poor driven folks and add to the garrison which held
+the house, sleep was banished from my eyes and I had the strength and
+heart of ten. No longer could I doubt that my signals were seen and
+read by some sailor on that distant shore. Driven out, as they must
+have been, by the awful fogs which loomed over Ken's Island, gasping
+for their lives at the water's edge, who shall blame their hesitation
+or exclaim upon that delay? Over the sea they beheld a white flag
+waving. Was it the flag which friend or foe had raised? There, from
+that craggy rock, help was offered them. Could they believe such good
+fortune, those who seemed to have but minutes to live?</p>
+
+<p>Well, Dolly Venn came up to me, and Peter Bligh, half awake from sleep;
+and all standing together (Seth Barker keeping watch below) I told them
+how we stood and pointed out that which might follow after.</p>
+
+<p>"There'll be no attack from Czerny's men with the light," said I; "for
+so much is plain reason. If there's murder done out yonder, look for it
+on Czerny's yacht when his friends would go aboard. Why, see, lads,
+there are a hundred and twenty men, at the lowest reckoning, drifting
+yonder in open boats. Who's to feed them, who's to house them? They can
+go ashore on Ken's Island and dance to the sleep-music; but they are
+not the sort to do that, from what we've seen of them! No, they'll have
+it out with Edmond Czerny; they'll want to know the reason why! And let
+the wind blow more than a capful," said I, "and by the Lord above me
+not a man among them will see to-morrow's sun! Does that put heart into
+you, Peter, or does it not? There are folks to save over there, Peter
+Bligh," says I, "and we'll save them yet!"
+
+His reply was an earnest "God grant it!" and from that moment the sleep
+left his eyes, and standing by my side, as he had stood many a day on
+the bridge of the Southern Cross, he began to read the signals and to
+interpret them aloud as the old-time duty prompted him.</p>
+
+<p>"Eight men and a woman, and one long-boat," says he; "sickness among
+them and no arms. 'Tis to know if they shall put off now or wait for
+the dark. You'll be answering that, captain."</p>
+
+<p>"Let them come, let them come," said I; "how's the dark to help them?
+Will they live a day in the fogs we know of? And what sort of a port is
+Ken's Island in the sleep-time for any Christian man? If Czerny murders
+them on the high seas, so much the more against him when his day comes.
+Let them come, Peter, and the Lord help them, poor wretches!"</p>
+
+<p>I was using my arms with every word, and trying to make my meaning
+clear to the poor folks on the beach. So far they had been content to
+answer me with questions; but now, all at once, they ceased to signal,
+and a black object riding above the surf told me that they had risked
+all and were afloat, be the danger what it might. At the same moment a
+sharp cry from Dolly Venn turned my eyes to Czerny's yacht; and I saw
+his devils rowing their boats for the open water of the bay, and I knew
+that murder was in their minds, and that the hour had come when every
+veil was to be cast aside and their purpose declared against all
+humanity.</p>
+
+<p>"Clear the gun and stand by," was my order to the others; "we'll give
+them something to take home with them, and it sha'n't be pippins! Can
+you range them, Dolly, or must you wait? There's no time to lose, my
+lad, if honest lives are to be saved this day."</p>
+
+<p>He went to work without a word, charging his magazine and training the
+gun eastwards towards the advancing boats. If he did not fire at once,
+it was because he doubted his range; and here was his difficulty, that
+by sweeping round to the east and coming at the refugees upon a new
+course, Czerny's lot might yet cheat us and do the infernal work they
+intended. Indeed, the poor people in the longboat were just racing for
+their lives; and whether we could help them or whether they must perish
+time alone would show. Yard by yard, painfully, laboriously, they
+pushed towards the rock; yard by yard the devil's crew were bearing
+down upon them. And still Dolly kept his shot; the gun had nothing to
+say to them. No crueller sight you could plan or imagine. It was as
+though we were permitting poor driven people to be slaughtered before
+our very eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Fire, Dolly, lad!" cried I, at last&mdash;"fire, for pity's sake! Will you
+see them die before our very eyes?"</p>
+
+<p>His fingers trembled upon the gun. He had all the heart to do it; but
+still he would not fire.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't," says he, half mad at his confession; "the gun won't do
+it&mdash;it's cruel, captain&mdash;cruel to see it&mdash;they're half a
+mile out of range. And the others dropping their oars. Look at that. A man's down, and
+another is trying to take his <span class="nobr">place&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>It was true as I live. From some cause or other, I could only surmise,
+the longboat lay drifting with the tide and one of Czerny's boats, far
+ahead of its fellows, was almost atop of her.</p>
+
+<p>"They're done!" cries Peter Bligh, with an oath, "done entirely. God
+rest their souls. They'll never make the <span class="nobr">rock&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>We believed it surely. The refugees were done; the pirates had
+unsheathed their knives for the butcher's work. I saw no human help
+could save them; and saying it a voice from the open door behind me
+gave the lie to Peter Bligh, and named a miracle.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis the others that need your prayers, Mister Bligh&mdash;Czerny's lot are
+sinking <span class="nobr">sure&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>I looked round and found Seth Barker at my elbow. His orders had been
+to watch the gate of the corridor below. I asked him what brought him
+there, and he told me something which sent my heart into my mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"There's knocking down below and strange voices, sir. No danger, says
+Mister Gray, but a fact you should know of. Belike they'll pass on,
+sir, and please God they'll leave the engine for their own sakes."</p>
+
+<p>"Does Mister Gray say that?" asked I. "Does he fear for the engine?"</p>
+
+<p>"If it stops, we're all dead men for want of breath, the doctor says."</p>
+
+<p>"Then it sha'n't stop," said I, "for here's a man that will open the
+trap if two or twenty stand below."</p>
+
+<p>He had quickened my pulse with his tale, for the truth of it I could
+not deny; and it seemed to me that danger began to close in upon us,
+turn where we might, and that the outcome must be the worst, the very
+worst a man could picture. If I had any satisfaction, any consolation
+of that wearing hour, it was the sight I beheld out there upon the
+hither sea, where Czerny's boat drifted upon its prey&mdash;yet so drifted
+that a child might have said, "She's done with; she's sinking."</p>
+
+<p>"Flushed, by all that's wonderful," cries Peter Bligh, with a
+tremendous oath; "aye, down to oblivion, and an honest man's curse go
+with you. The rogue's done, my lads; she's done for, certain."</p>
+
+<p>We stood close together and watched the scene with burning eyes. Dolly
+Venn chattered away about a shot that must have struck the boat last
+night and burst her seams. I cared nothing for the reasons, but took
+the facts as the sea showed them to me. Be the cause what it might,
+those who would have dealt out death to the refugees were going down to
+eternity now, their arms in their hands, their mad desire still to be
+read in every gesture. When the truth came swift upon them, when the
+seas began to break right in across their beam, then, I say, they
+leaped up mad with fear, and then only forgot their prey. For think
+what that must have meant to them, the very boat sinking beneath them;
+their comrades far away; the waves lapping their feet; the sure
+knowledge that they must die, every man of them within hail of those
+very woods wherein so many had perished for their pleasure. Aye, it
+came upon them swiftly enough, and the good boat, making a brave effort
+to battle with the swell, went down headlong anon, and the cries of
+twelve drowning men echoed even in the distant island's hills. That
+which had been a placid sea with two ships' boats was still a placid
+sea though but one boat swam there. I beheld horrible faces looking
+upward through the blinding spindrift; I saw arms thrust out above the
+foam-flecked waters; I witnessed all that fearful struggle for life and
+air and the sun's bright light; and then, aye, then the scene changed
+awfully, and silence came upon all, and the sun was still shining, and
+the untroubled deep lapped gently at our feet.</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>The twelve had perished; but the nine were saved. Stand awe-struck as
+we might, seeing the hand of God in this deliverance, the truth of it
+remained to put new heart into us and to hide that scene from our eyes.
+There, pursued no longer, was the island boat. Glad voices hailed us,
+wan figures stood up to clasp our hands; we lifted a woman to the
+rocks; we ran hither, thither, for help and comfort for them. But nine
+in all, they were our human salvage, our prize, our treasure of honest
+lives. And we had snatched them from the brigand crew, and henceforth
+they would stand with us, shoulder to shoulder, until the day were won
+or lost and Ken's Island gave up its mysteries, or gathered us for that
+last great sleep-time from which there is no waking.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_22"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XXII</h3>
+
+<h4>THE BEGINNING OF THE SIXTY HOURS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">It</span> was near about midday on a Saturday that we saved the poor folks
+from the island, and not long after midnight on the Monday that our
+troubles came to a head. I like to call these the "sixty hours"; and
+as what I have to write of them is written, as it were, from watch to
+watch, so swiftly did things happen, I will try to make a diary of it
+that you may follow me more closely.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Saturday, May 27th. At midday.</span></p>
+
+<p>There are nine people rescued from the ship, and one of these a girl,
+Isabel, the daughter of Captain Nepeen, of the American navy. Her
+father is with her, a tall, stately man, very quiet and orderly, and
+quite ready to take a man's duty in the house. Of the others, the most
+part are American seamen, for this was an ocean-going steamer, Silver
+Bell, trading from American ports to Yokohama. All are very astonished
+at the things they have seen and heard both in this house and upon
+Ken's Island; but they are too ill to take much part in them, and the
+young lady lies still in a dead trance. Doctor Gray says that he will
+save her; but another man, knowing less, might think that she was dead.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">The same day. At four o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>They waked me from sleep at this hour to tell me that the men in the
+caverns below were beating upon the iron doors of the corridor, and
+appeared likely to force their way up to our part of the house. Captain
+Nepeen brought the news himself, and had a long talk with me. I found
+him a cultured man, and one who got a grip of things sooner than I had
+expected.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Begg," he said, "it is plain that we have fallen into the hands of
+a very great scoundrel. I cannot imagine what kind of intellect has
+made use of this extraordinary place, but I can very plainly divine the
+purpose. It is for you and me to answer to civilization and justice. We
+must begin at once, Captain Begg, without any loss of time," says he.</p>
+
+<p>I answered him a little sharply, perhaps, being not over-pleased that
+he should make so light of my own part in the matter.</p>
+
+<p>"Sir," said I, "what a seaman can do I have done already, or you would
+not be here to speak of it. Let that go by. The news that you bring
+won't wait for civilities. It must be plain to you that if we are to
+stand a siege in this house, we must hold every gate of it. There are
+men in the galleries below; Heaven knows how many of them. I would name
+that first and let the rest come after."</p>
+
+<p>He was put about at this, and made haste to express a gratitude I had
+not looked for. His naval training prompted him to habits of authority.
+I could see that he was itching to be up and acting, and I knew that he
+needn't wait long for that.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed," says he, warmly, "we owe our lives to you, as many a good
+seaman will owe it in the days to come. I should have spoken of that
+first. The wonders of this place drive other thoughts from a man's
+head. We were half dead when we saw your signal, captain. What has
+become of my fellow-passengers and the rest of the crew, God alone
+knows. They put us ashore on the island after the ship was taken last
+night, and nine of us, as you see, are here to tell the story. I have
+heard the tradition of Ken's Island from the Japanese, but I never
+believed a word of it before yesterday. Now I know that it is true. My
+fellow-passengers are there, dead or dying, and at sundown I am
+certainly going ashore to do what I can for them."</p>
+
+<p>"You are a brave man, Captain Nepeen," said I, "a very brave man. Where
+you go I follow. We cannot leave poor seamen to perish, cost us what it
+may. Yet I would not hide it from you that it is a big business, and
+that the man who goes to Ken's Island to-night may never return. We are
+now fourteen in this house, and our first duty is to leave it safe for
+those who trust us. With your help, Captain Nepeen, we'll answer the
+scum down below," said I.</p>
+
+<p>He assented very heartily and began to speak of the arms that we had
+and of the manner of employing them. His fellows, I learned, were
+bivouacked in the great hall, and these he waked first while I was
+getting the sleep out of my eyes and asking myself, "What next?" The
+room in which I lay was Czerny's own room; and now in the daylight the
+sea played cool and green upon the arched windows and showed to me such
+sights on the rocks without as I had never dreamed of in the darker
+hours. What genius had pitched upon such a house under the waves? I
+asked. What spirit of evil breathed upon this dreadful place? What
+craving for solitude sent this master-mind here to the bed of the
+Pacific Ocean, where it could spy upon these uncanny secrets, watching
+the still green water, face to face with devilish shapes butting upon
+the glass, the friend of the horrid creatures which slimed upon the
+windows and crawled to their rocky haunts, or fought claw to claw in
+the sight of their enemy, man? Desperate as the plight was, I must
+stand a minute before the crystal panes and watch that changing
+spectacle of the sea's own wonders. The very water was so near that I
+thought I had but to stretch out a hand to touch it. The weird, wild
+things that crept over the rocks, surely they would enter this room
+presently! And Czerny could live here, cheek by jowl with these
+fearsome mysteries! Again I say that man knows little of his
+fellow-man, of his better nature or his worse.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">The same day. At five o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>We open the lower doors and go down into the galleries. Seven men are
+with me and each carries a musket. The quest is not so much for those
+shut down in the pit as for the life which they may send up to us.
+Doctor Gray has put it in a word, and it is true. The great engine,
+which draws the air from the sea's brink and drives it out in life-giving
+currents through the corridors of Czerny's house, that engine
+alone stands between us and eternity this day. If those below have kept
+that engine going until this time, it is for their own safety's sake.
+Rob them of food and drink, and what security have we that they will
+continue at the task? And yet, the deed be my witness, it was a
+perilous journey. No man in our company could say surely how many of
+Czerny's crew he would find in the black labyrinth we must face. No man
+could speak of the hidden mysteries lurking in passage or cavern, far
+from the sea-gate and the sun's light. We were going into the unknown;
+and we went with timorous steps, each asking himself, "Shall I live to
+see the day again?" each saying to the other, "Stand close!"</p>
+
+<p>Now, the knocking had ceased when we opened the gates, and we stood for
+a little while peering down into that corridor, which I have named
+already as the backbone of the lower house. Lighted it was, the lamps
+still burning, its barred doors shut, its branching passages suggesting
+a hive of rocky nests which might harbour an army of desperadoes. No
+sound came up to us from below save the sound of the engine throbbing,
+throbbing, as it fanned a breath of life and drove it upwards to us
+fresh and sweet upon our faces. Whoever lurked in that abyss feared to
+show himself or to cry a truce. We were hedged about by black mystery,
+and, rifle in hand, we set out to learn the truth.</p>
+
+<p>There were lamps in the corridor, but in the passages branching from it
+no light save that which streamed down, green and silvery, from the
+windows which shut the still sea out. Oftentimes the seven with me
+would draw all close together, awed by the fantastic spectacle these
+glimpses of the sea's heart showed to them. At other times the nearer
+alarm would set them quaking, and crying "Hist!" they would listen for
+steps in the silence or other sounds than that of the engine's pulse
+and the whirring fans. The very stillness, I think, made them afraid.
+The horrors of the windows&mdash;above all, that horror of the nameless
+fish&mdash;could frighten a man as no spectre of God's earth above. If I had
+accustomed myself in part to these new sensations, if Czerny's house
+seemed to me rather a refuge than a terror, none the less there were
+moments when my step halted and my eyes were glued upon the sights I
+saw. For here it would be a monstrous shark lying still in a glassy
+pool; or there a very army of ferocious crabs, their eyes outstanding,
+their claws crushing prey, their great shells shaped like fungi of the
+deep; or going on a little way again I stopped before a giant porthole
+and discovered a devil-fish and his nest in the deep and said that
+nothing like to it had been
+heard or told of. Here lies a great basin scooped out of the coral
+rock, and the green water is focused in it until it looks like a prism,
+and everywhere, in nook and crevice, the deadly tentacles, the
+frightful eyes of these unnameable creatures seem to twist and stare,
+and threaten us. Such fish we counted, hundreds of them, at the windows
+of the second cavern we entered; and, drawing back from it affrighted,
+we went on like men who fear to speak of that which they have seen.</p>
+
+<p>"A madman's house; it could not be anything else," says Captain Nepeen,
+as pale as any ghost; "unless I had seen it with my own eyes, Mr. Begg,
+no story that ever was written would make me believe it. And yet it is
+true, as Heaven is above us, it is true."</p>
+
+<p>"No doubt of that," said I, "a madman's house, captain, and madmen to
+people it. But of that we'll speak by-and-bye; for the shadows may
+listen. Keep your gun ready; there will be others about besides
+ourselves. Here's the first of them&mdash;stone-dead, by the Lord!"</p>
+
+<p>They all came to a stand at my words, and saw that which my eyes
+discovered for them&mdash;the figure of a dead man, lying full and plain to
+be seen in the lamp's glare, and so fallen that no one might ask you
+how he had died.</p>
+
+<p>"One," said I, "and that which killed him left behind! He's been struck
+down as he ran. There's the knife that did it, lads!"</p>
+
+<p>A young seaman among us shuddered when he saw the knife still sticking
+in the dead man's side. The rest of us drew the body out of the light
+and went on again with wary steps. We were near the great dormitory at
+this time, the door of which I myself had locked; but it was open now
+and the lock broken. Lamps still burned in that vast room; food lay
+still upon its tables; but the story of it was to be read at every
+step. Chests overturned, chairs smashed, a litter of clothes upon the
+floor, broken bottles, an empty pistol, great marks upon the door where
+iron had indented it, bore witness to the struggle for light and
+freedom. The prisoners had fled, but life was the price of liberty. I
+took one swift glance round this broken prison, and then led my
+comrades out of it.</p>
+
+<p>"The birds have flown and one of them is winged," said I. "There are
+five more to take, and the shadows hide them! Come on, my lads, or
+they'll say that eight were scared by five, and that's no tale to tell
+of honest seamen!"</p>
+
+<p>I spoke up to encourage them, for, truth to tell, the dark and the
+mystery were playing strange tricks with my nerves. As we penetrated
+deeper into that labyrinth I could start at every shadow and see a
+figure in every cranny. The men that the dark patches harboured, where
+were they? Their eyes might be watching every step we took, their
+pistols covering our bodies as we hurried on to the depths. And yet no
+sound was heard, the great engine throbbed always; the cool, sweet air
+blew fresh upon our faces.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the first voice spoke at the head of the engine-room stairs, from
+an open cavern which no lamp illumined. I had just called out to
+Captain Nepeen to follow me to the engine-room, and was bidding the
+others wait at the stairs-head, when a shot came flashing out of the
+darkness, and in the flame of the gun's light I saw a great hulking
+figure, and recognised it instantly. It was that of Kess Denton, the
+yellow man, whom I had left senseless at the door of Ruth Bellenden's
+bungalow more than twenty days ago. A giant figure, the head bandaged,
+the arms and chest naked, a rifle gripped in both hands, this phantom
+of the darkness showed itself for an instant and then vanished with an
+echoing laugh which mocked and angered us. At the same moment the young
+seaman who had shuddered before the dead, fell headlong in the passage,
+and with one loud cry gave up his life.</p>
+
+<p>And this was the first man who died for little Ruth Bellenden's sake.</p>
+
+<p>We swung about on our heels as the report rang out and fired a blazing
+volley into the darkness of the cavern. What other men lingered there,
+how many of the driven ghouls who haunted the labyrinth received that
+hail of lead, I shall never know nor care to ask. Groans answered our
+shots; there were cries of pain, the curses of the wounded, the
+derisive laughter of those that escaped. But little by little the
+sounds died away, echoing in other and distant galleries, or coming to
+us as whispered voices, speaking from places remote, and leaving to us
+at last a silence utter and profound.</p>
+
+<p>We were masters of the bout and the engine was ours.</p>
+
+<p>"Captain Nepeen," said I, "do you and three others go back to the
+stairs-head and hold it until I come. If they are afraid to face us
+here, they'll never face us at all. Why, look at it. Seven men out in
+the light, as fair a target as a woman might ask for, and they show us
+their heels. Go back and hold the gate, and I and those with me will
+answer for the engine. Time afterwards to hunt the vermin out."</p>
+
+<p>He took my order unwillingly, I could see. A greater devil for a fight
+than that smooth-faced American sailor I shall never meet in all my
+days. Keen as a hound after quarry, he would have hunted out the
+vermin, I do believe, if the path had led down to the mouth of Hades
+itself.</p>
+
+<p>"You will not go alone, captain," cried he, "that's plain madness."</p>
+
+<p>"I take two to my call," said I, "and leave you the rest."</p>
+
+<p>"But what&mdash;aren't you afraid, man?"</p>
+
+<p>"Afraid! Of whom?" said I. "Of an old man&mdash;but that's too far ahead.
+I'll speak of it when I come up, captain. Perhaps it's only my own
+idea. But it's good enough to go on with."</p>
+
+<p>He had still something to say, and, looking first into the black
+cavern, which we had filled with shot, and then down the stairs towards
+the engine-room, he went on presently:</p>
+
+<p>"You take a big risk and I hope you'll get out of it. How many do you
+expect to find below?</p>
+
+<p>"One," said I, quickly, "and he a friend. It's a strange story,
+captain, and wonderful, too. But it will wait."</p>
+
+<p>I was at the door of the engine-room before he could answer me, and
+pulling back the leather curtain I put my own idea to the proof. Just
+as forty hours ago, so now that gloomy cavern shimmered with the
+crimson light which the giant furnaces cast upon its rocky roof. Now,
+as then, leather-clad figures moved before its molten fires. There were
+the mighty boilers, the pumping engine, the throbbing cylinders, the
+shining cranks; but the man who staggered towards me in the white
+light, the man who uttered a glad cry of recognition, the man who fell
+at last at my feet, imploring me for the love of mercy to bring him
+food and drink, that man was no enemy.</p>
+
+<p>He was Clair-de-Lune, the old Frenchman, and I had but to look at him
+twice to see that he was the neighbour of death.</p>
+
+<p>"Clair-de-Lune, old comrade!" I cried, "you! We owe our lives to
+<span class="italic">you</span>, then! By thunder, you shame us all!"</p>
+
+<p>He was pale as death; the sweat ran in streams down upon his naked
+breast; his words came like a torrent when he tried to tell me all.</p>
+
+<p>"Three days in prison, and no man come to me," he said, pathetically;
+"then I hear your voice. I say it is Captain Begg. I am glad, monsieur,
+because it is a friend. I break the door of my prison and would come up
+to you; but no, there is no one in the house; all gone. I say that my
+friends die if I do not serve them. There are lads with me; but they
+are honest. Ah, Captain Begg, food and drink, for the love of Christ!"</p>
+
+<p>He fainted in thy arms, and I carried him from the place. Again, in all
+providence, I and those dear to me had been saved by the fidelity of
+one of the oddest of God's creatures.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">The same day. At eight o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>I have begun to believe that the Italian is right, and that Czerny left
+no more than eight men in the lower house. No attack has been made upon
+the Americans we put in charge of the engine, nor is there any news of
+those mutineers who fled from us this morning, save that which comes
+from two of them, very pitiful creatures, broken-down and starving, who
+have surrendered their arms and begged for food. The others, they say,
+will come in presently, when the big man, whom they call Kess Denton,
+will let them. They protest that their comrades are but four, and two
+of them wounded grievously. I no longer feel any anxiety about that
+which is below, and I have told Miss Ruth as much. She has now been two
+hours with Captain Nepeen. Her way of life draws her sympathetically
+towards that brave and gentle man. It must be so. The world has put a
+great gulf between the simple seaman and those whom fortune shelters at
+her heart. A plain sailor has his duty to do; the world would laugh at
+him if he forgot it because the years have taught him to worship a
+woman's step and to seek that goal of life to which her hand may lead
+him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">An hour later.</span></p>
+
+<p>We are to go ashore with the dark to see if we can save any of the
+refugees marooned on the island. It is a desperate chance and may cost
+good men's lives. I do not forbid it, for I have lived and suffered on
+Ken's Island myself. If there are living men there now&mdash;it may be
+women, too&mdash;held in that trance of death from which they must awake to
+madness or never wake again, the commonest instinct of pity says to me,
+"Go." I have consulted Doctor Gray, and he is doubtful of the venture.
+"Mind what you are doing, I beg of you," he says. "Are there not women
+to save in this house?" Miss Ruth overhears him and draws me aside,
+and, putting her hand upon my arm winningly, she lifts her pretty face
+to mine and says, "Jasper, you will save them!"</p>
+
+<p>I am going ashore, and Captain Nepeen goes with me.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">At ten o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>We put off a boat at ten o'clock and rowed straight for the open beach.
+It was a gloriously clear night, with a heaven of blazing stars and a
+sea like flowing silver. The ship's boats made so many black shapes,
+like ocean drift in the pools of light; and Czerny's yacht, speaking of
+that dread Presence, lay as an evil omen in the anchorage to the
+northward. Ken's Island itself was uplifted like some mountain of the
+sea, snowcapped in its dazzling peaks, harbouring its wayward forests
+and lovely glens and fresh meadows which the moon's light frosted. And
+over all was that thin veil of the fog, a steaming blue vapour flecked
+with the richest hues; now drifting in clouds of changing tints, now
+spreading into fantastic creations and phantom cities, pillars of
+translucent yellow flame, banks of darker cloud as though a storm were
+gathering. Sounds of the night came to us from that dismal island; we
+heard the lowing of the kine, the sea-bird's hoot, ever and anon the
+terrible human cry which spoke of a soul in agony. And with these were
+mingled grimmer sounds, like very music of the storm: the echo of
+distant gunshots fired by Czerny's men at the anchored yacht which
+refused them harbourage.</p>
+
+<p>There were four with me in the boat, and Captain Nepeen was one of
+them. I had set Peter Bligh at the tiller, and Seth Barker and an
+American seaman to pull the oars. We spoke rare words, for even a
+whisper would carry across that night-bound sea. There were rifles in
+our hands; good hope at our hearts. Perchance, even yet, we should
+awake some fellow-creature from the nameless sleep in the woods whose
+beauty veiled the living death.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I say that Czerny's men were firing rifle-shots at the anchored
+schooner, and that sound was a true chantey for our ears. What eyes
+would they have for us when their salvation lay aboard the yacht? We
+were nothing to them; the ship was all. And, be sure, we did not go
+unwatched or helpless. Behind us, at the gate we had left, our gun
+showed its barrel like the fang of a slipped hound. Cunning hands were
+there, brave fellows who followed us in their hearts, while we crossed
+the basin swiftly and drew near the terrible shore. If we had seen the
+sun for the last time, then so be it, we said. It is not a seaman's way
+to cry at danger. His word is "must," and in a sure purpose lies his
+salvation.</p>
+
+<p>We made the island at the westward end that we might have a clear sheet
+of water between Czerny's boats and our own; and we so set our course
+that our gun could sweep the intervening seas if any eye detected us.
+The land was low-lying towards the west and marshy; yet, strange to be
+told, the fog lay light upon it. It had been planned between us that
+Captain Nepeen and I should go ashore while the others held the boat.
+We carried revolvers in our hands, but no other arms. The death-fog was
+our true defence; and against that each man wore the respirator that
+Duncan Gray had made for him. Sleep might be our lot, but it would come
+upon us slowly.</p>
+
+<p>"It will be straight for the woods, captain," said I, "and all our
+heart go with us. Your friends, who were put ashore last night, will
+never stray far from the beach, believe me. We'll search the foreshore
+and leave the rest to chance. As for going under, we sha'n't think of
+that. It would never do to begin by being afraid of it."</p>
+
+<p>He answered readily enough that he had never thought of such a thing.</p>
+
+<p>"Where you lead, there I follow, Captain Begg," said he. "I shall not
+be far behind you, rely upon it."</p>
+
+<p>"And me not far from the shore when it's 'bout ship and home again,"
+chimes in Peter Bligh. "God go with you, captain, for you are a brave
+man entirely!"</p>
+
+<p>I laughed at their notion of it, and went a little way up the beach.
+The respirator about my mouth, charged with some chemical substance I
+did not know the use of, permitted me to breathe at first with some
+ease. And what was more extraordinary was this, that while in the woods
+the fog had seemed to suffocate me, here it was exhilarating; bracing a
+man's steps so that he seemed to walk on air; exalting him so that his
+mind was on fire and his head full of the wildest notions. No coward
+that ever lived would have known a moment's fear under the stimulation
+of that clear blue vapour. I bear witness, and there are others to bear
+witness with me, that a whole world of strange figures and wonderful
+places opened up to our eyes when we began to push ashore and to leave
+the sandy beach behind us. And that was but the beginning of it, for
+more fearful things were to follow after.</p>
+
+<p>I will try to describe for you both the place and the scene, that you
+may realize my sensation, and follow me truly in this, my third journey
+to Ken's Island. Imagine, if you can, an undulating stretch of lush
+grass and pasture-land, a glorious meadow flooded with the clear, cold
+light; arched over with a heaven of stars; bordered about by heavy
+woods; dipping to the sea on two sides and extending shimmering sands
+to the breaking swell on the third. Say that a hot blue fog quivers in
+the air above this meadow-land, and is breathed in at every breath you
+take. Conceive a mind so played upon by this vapour that the meadows
+and the woods beyond the meadows are gradually lost to view, and a
+wonder-world quickly takes their place. Do this, and you may follow me
+more surely to a phantom city of majestic temples hewn out of a golden
+rock and lifting upward until they seem to touch the very skies; you
+may peer with me into abysses so profound that no eye can fathom their
+jewelled depths; you may pass up before walls built wholly of gems most
+precious; you may sleep in woods beneath trees silvered over with
+light; search countless valleys rich in unknown flowers. And the city
+is peopled with an unnumbered multitude of moving figures, the sensuous
+figures of young girls all glittering in gold and jewels; the shapes of
+an army of giants in blackest armour; and there are animals that no eye
+has seen before, and beasts more terrible than the brain can conceive.</p>
+
+<p>Say, too, that this deadly vapour of the island so stimulates the
+faculties that earth no longer binds a man nor heaven imprisons him.
+Say that he can rise above the spheres to unknown worlds, can, span the
+seas, and bridge the mountains. Depict him, as it were, throwing off
+his human shape and seeing the abodes of men so far below him, so puny,
+so infinitely small that he begins to realize eternity. Cast him down
+from these visions suddenly and in their place set up black woods and
+the utter darkness of nature impenetrable. Let the exaltation leave
+him, the sights fade utterly, the dismal abyss of the nether world
+close him in. Awake him from these again and let him reel up and
+stagger on and believe that he is sinking down to the eternal sleep.
+Such sensations Ken's Island will give him until at last he shall fall;
+and lying trance-bound for the rain to beat upon his face, or the sun
+to scorch him, or the moon to look down upon his dreams, he shall lie
+and know that the world is there, and that nevermore may he have part
+or lot in it.</p>
+
+<p>I have set down this account of my own experiences on the island that
+you may compare it with the books of others who have since visited this
+wonderful place; but I would not have you think that I, and the brave
+man who stood at my side, forgot that human errand which put us ashore
+in those dismal swamps; or hung back to speak of our own sensations
+while others might need us so sorely. If we passed from delirium to
+sanity, from the height of hysterical imagination to the depths of
+despair and gloom, none the less the faculty of action remained, the
+impulse which cried, "Straight on," and left us willing still to dare
+the worst if thereby a fellow-creature might be saved. Burning as our
+brains were, heavy the limbs, we could still push on across the
+meadows, search with our eyes for those poor people we had come out to
+save. How long this power of action would remain to us, what supreme
+misfortune would end our journey at last, throwing us, it might be, to
+the grass, there to sleep and end it all, we would not so much as
+consider. Good men were perishing on Ken's Island, and every instinct
+said, "You, Jasper Begg, and you, James Nepeen, hold out a hand to
+them."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you see anything, captain?" I asked my companion again and again;
+"we should be near them now. Do you hear any sound?"</p>
+
+<p>He answered me, gasping for his breath:</p>
+
+<p>"Not a whisper."</p>
+
+<p>"Yonder," I would go on, "yonder by the little wood; they landed there.
+Can you get as far, captain?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'll try, by Heaven!" said he, between his teeth.</p>
+
+<p>"They'll not be far from the wood," said I, "that's common sense. Shut
+your eyes to all the things you see and don't think about it. It's an
+awful place, captain. No living man can picture its fellow."</p>
+
+<p>I waited for him to come up to me, and so placed myself that his eyes,
+I hoped, might turn seaward and not up towards the woods where such
+weird sights were to be seen. For this place, the angle of the great
+pasture-land where it met the forest, was occupied by sleeping cattle,
+white, and still, and frigid, so that all the scene, glimmering in the
+moonlight, might have been cut out of some great block of marble; and
+cows and sheep, and trees and hills, all chiselled by the hand of
+Death. That a living thing should be speaking and moving there seemed
+almost an outrage upon the marvellous beauty of that field of sleep.
+The imagination reeled before this all-conquering trance, this glory of
+nature spellbound. It were as though a man must throw himself to the
+earth, do what he would, and surrender to the spell of it. And that,
+perchance, we had done, and the end had been there and then, but for a
+woman's cry, rising so dolefully in the woods that every impulse was
+awakened by it and all our resolutions retaken.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you hear that?" I cried to him, wildly; "a woman's voice, and near
+by, too! You'll not turn back now, Captain Nepeen!"</p>
+
+<p>"Not for a fortune!" said he, bravely; "it would be Gertrude Dolling,
+the purser's sister; we cannot leave her!"</p>
+
+<p>The desire was like a draught of wine to him. He had been near falling,
+I make sure, but now, steadying himself for an instant upon my arm, he
+set off running at all his speed, and I at his heels, we crossed the
+intervening grass and were in the wood. There we found the purser's
+sister, stumbling blindly to and fro, like a woman robbed of sight,
+while children were clinging to her dress and crying pitifully because
+she did not heed them.</p>
+
+<p>It was an odd scene, and many must come and go before I forget it. Dark
+as the wood might be by day, the moonlight seemed to fill every glade
+of it, showing us the gnarled trunks and the flowering bushes, the
+silent pools and the grassy dells. And in the midst of this sylvan
+rest, remote from men, a lonely thicket of the great Pacific Ocean, was
+this figure of civilization, a young girl decked out in white, with a
+pretty hat that Paris might have sent her, and little children, in
+their sailors' clothes, clinging trustingly, as children will in
+confidence to a woman's protecting hand. No surprise was it to me then,
+nor is it a surprise now, that the girl neither saw nor heard us. The
+trance had gripped her surely; the first delirium of exaltation had
+robbed her of sight and sense and even knowledge of the children. That
+doleful wailing song of hers was the first chant of madness. Her steps
+were undirected, now carrying her to the wood's heart, now away from it
+a little way towards the sea's beach. My order, twice given, that she
+should stand and wait for us was never answered; I do not even think
+that she felt my hand upon her shoulder. But she fell at last, limp and
+shuddering, into my arms, and I picked her up and turned towards the
+sea.</p>
+
+<p>"The children to you, and straight ahead," said I to the captain; "run
+for your life, and for the lives of these little ones. It will be
+something to save them, captain."</p>
+
+<p>He answered me with a word that was almost a groan; but stooped to his
+task, nevertheless. He knew that it was a race for their lives and
+ours.</p>
+
+<p>I had the burden in my arms, I say, and no feather's weight was less to
+me in the hope of my salvation and of those we strove for. The way lay
+straight down, through a ravine of the low cliffs to the beach we had
+left and the good boat awaiting us there. Nothing, it seemed, but a
+craven will could stand henceforth between us and God's fresh air that
+night. And yet how wrong that reckoning was! There were a dozen of
+Czerny's men halloaing wildly on the cliff-side when we came out of the
+wood; and almost before we had marked them, they were after us headlong
+like devils mad in wine.</p>
+
+<p>Now these men, as we learned afterwards, driven by hunger and thirst to
+the point of raving, had come ashore that very evening; it may be to
+rifle the stores on the island; it may be in that spirit of sheer
+madness which sometimes drives a seaman on. Twenty in all when they
+landed, there were eight asleep already when we encountered them; and
+lying on the cliff's side, some with arms and heads overhanging, some
+shuddering in the fearful sleep, one at least bolt upright against the
+rock with his arms outstretched as though he were crucified, they
+dotted that dell like figures upon a battle-field. The rest of them, a
+sturdy twelve, fired by the dancing madness, brandishing their knives,
+uttering the most awful imprecations, ran on the cliff's head above us,
+and seemed to be making straight for the cove where our boat lay. And
+that is why we said that the race was for life or death.</p>
+
+<p>There are moments in his life when a man must decide "aye" or "nay"
+without checking his step to do so. As things stood, the outlook could
+not have been blacker while we ran through the ravine to the water's
+edge. Behind, in the wood, lay the dancing death; before us these
+madmen with their gleaming knives, their unearthly yells, their reeling
+gait and fearful gesticulations. We had to choose between them, the
+sleep in the lonely glen, or the race downward to the shore; and we
+chose the latter, believing, I think, that the end must be the same,
+turn where we would.</p>
+
+<p>"Keep your course, keep your course!" I cried to the captain as we ran
+on. "Hold to it, for your life&mdash;it's our only chance!"</p>
+
+<p>He set one of the children on the sand, and, bidding the little one run
+on ahead, he drew his revolver and stood shoulder to shoulder with me.</p>
+
+<p>"A straight barrel and mark your men," cried he, very quietly; "it's a
+cool head that wins this game. We have ten shots and the butts will do
+for two. You will make that twelve if you add it up, captain."</p>
+
+<p>His coolness surprised me, but it was not to be wondered at. Never from
+the first had I heard this man utter one word which complained of our
+situation or of its difficulty. To Captain James Nepeen a tight corner
+was a pleasure-ground; and now with these yelling devils all round him,
+and the vapour steaming in the woods behind, and the sea shimmering
+like a haven that would beckon us to salvation, he could yet wear that
+cynical smile of his, and go with lighter step, and bear himself like
+the true seaman that he was. Of all that I have ever sailed with I
+would name him first as a true comrade in peril or adversity. To his
+skill I owed my life that night.</p>
+
+<p>"One," said he, suddenly, when a great head showed itself on the cliff
+above us and was instantly drawn back. So quick had he been, so wild
+did the aim appear, that when a body rolled presently down the grassy
+bank and lay stark before us I could not believe that a bullet had done
+its work.</p>
+
+<p>"One," cried he again, triumphantly&mdash;"and one from twelve leaves
+eleven. Ha, that's your bird, captain, and a big one!"</p>
+
+<p><a name="f-292">&nbsp;</a></p>
+<p><img src="images/f-292.jpg" height="635" width="448" alt="Another man fell
+with a loud cry" /></p>
+<p class="pictitle">Another man fell with a loud cry.</p>
+
+<p>I had pulled my trigger, prompted by his example, and another man from
+the cliff above lifted his arms and fell with a loud cry. And this was
+the astonishing thing, that though we two were caged in a ravine like
+rats in a trap, and had shot two of the devils stone-dead, no answering
+shot was fired from above, no rifle levelled at us.</p>
+
+<p>"No arms," cries the captain, presently; "and most of them half drunk.
+We're going through this, Mister Begg, right through, I assure you!"</p>
+
+<p>Well, I began to believe it; nevertheless, there were men on the shore
+before us, halloaing madmen, with clasp-knives in their hands and
+murder in their faces. Clear in the moonlight you could see them; the
+still air sent up their horrid imprecations. Those men we must pass, I
+said, if we would reach the boat. And we passed them. It seems a
+miracle even when I write of it.</p>
+
+<p>Now, we had halted at the foot of the ravine and were just prepared to
+go headlong for the six, believing, it may be, that one at least of us
+must fall, when they fired a shot, not from the gun at the watch-tower
+gate, but from Czerny's own yacht away in the offing; and coming plump
+down upon the sand, not a cable's length from our own boat, a shell
+burst with a thunderous explosion, and scattering in fragments of
+steel, it scared the mutineers as no rifle could have done. Roaring out
+like stricken bulls, cursing their master in all tongues, they began to
+storm the cliff-side nimbly and to run for the shelter of the woods;
+but some fell and rolled backward to the sand, some turned on their own
+knives and lay dead at the gully's foot; while those who gained the
+summit stood all together, and wailing their doleful song they yelled
+defiance at Czerny's ship.</p>
+
+<p>But we&mdash;we made the boat; and falling half-dead in it, we thrust it
+from the beach and heard our comrades' voices again.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_23"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XXIII</h3>
+
+<h4>THE END OF THE SIXTY HOURS</h4>
+
+<p><span class="italic">The same night. Off Ken's Island. Half-past
+twelve o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>We have not returned to the watch-tower rock, nor can we bring
+ourselves to that while there is any hope left to us of helping those
+whom Czerny marooned on the dangerous shore. Our gig drifts lazily in a
+pool of the whitest moonlight. We can still make out the ship's boats
+lying about Czerny's yacht, and the angry crews which man them. From
+the beach itself rises up the mutineers' wail of agony, like a wild
+beast's cry, at one time loud and ferocious, then dying away in a
+long-drawn cry, which haunts the ear. Ever and anon, as the mood takes them,
+the gunners on Czerny's yacht let fly at us with their erring shells;
+but they smite the air or hurt the water, or drop the bounding fire on
+the shimmering spread of sand beyond us. Perhaps it is that this
+employment occupies the minds of the longboats' crews and keeps them
+from reckoning with the master who has befooled them. They, at least,
+are at the crisis of their peril. Afloat there on a gentle swell they
+must know that any hour may bring a changing wind and a breaking sea,
+and a shore rockbound and unattainable. They are playing with chance,
+and chance will turn upon them presently. Let them make for the island
+where the laughing woods say "Come!" and the heralds of sleep will
+touch them upon the foreheads, and raving, dreaming, they will fall at
+last, just victims of the island visions. Say that their brute
+intelligences do not yet understand this; but hunger and thirst will
+teach them ere the dawn, and then reckoning must come!</p>
+
+<p>All this I foresaw as we let the boat drift by the sandy bays, and
+spake, one to another, of to-morrow and that which it must bring.
+Whatever our own misfortune might be, that of Czerny's men was worse a
+hundredfold. For the moment it amused them to see the shells plunging
+and hissing in the sea about us; for the moment the desire to be quit
+of us made them forget how it stood with them and what must come
+after. But the reckoning would be sure. Let a capful of wind come
+scudding across that glassy sea, and all the riches in the world would
+not buy Edmond Czerny's life of these sea-wolves who sought it.</p>
+
+<p>"They'll stand by until they know the worst, and then nothing will hold
+them," I said to my comrades. "If they think they can get aboard the
+yacht, they'll do so and make for some safe port. If not, they'll try
+to rush the house. Assume that they are driven hard enough and no gun
+will keep them off. Let ten or twenty go down, the rest will come in. I
+am thinking that we should get back to the house, lads, and not leave
+it to younger heads. We've done what we could here, and it's plainly
+useless to go on with it!"</p>
+
+<p>They were all with me in this, none more so than Captain Nepeen, who,
+up to this time, had been for the shore and the friends who might be
+found there.</p>
+
+<p>"At least we have made every prudent effort; and there are others to
+think of," said he. "If they had a gunner worth a groat, we should not
+be where we are, captain. You must allow something to chance and a
+lucky shot. They may get home even yet. I will not ask you what that
+would mean, for you are a seaman and you know."</p>
+
+<p>His words, I think, recalled us to the danger. No hope of rescue
+rewarded our eyes when we scanned the black woods and the lonely
+fore-shore of the forbidden land. Dark and terrible in the moonlight, like
+some mighty beacon of evil rising up above that sleeping sea, it seemed
+to say to us, "Go, turn back; remember those who count upon you." And
+we pulled from it reluctantly out into the broad sea, and breathed a
+full breath as we left its vapours and its fetid shores.</p>
+
+<p>Three shots were fired at us while we crossed the open channel, and one
+fell so close that we could see the cleavage of the water and feel the
+silver spray upon our heated faces. This quickened our oars, you may be
+sure, and set our course true and straight for the house, whose iron
+gate stood up like a fortress of the deep and opened its rocky shelter
+to us. Clair-de-Lune was there, too, halted and motionless by the sea's
+brink; Dolly Venn stood at his side; and once I thought that I saw Miss
+Ruth herself peering across the lapping wavelets and watching us with a
+woman's anxious eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Nor did we go unobserved by those who had so much to gain if mischance
+should befall us in that last endeavour. Like pirates' junks, slipping
+from a sheltered creek, the devils in the longboats espied us in the
+moonlight and began to row towards us and to hail us with those wild
+shouts which yesterday we had heard even in the House Under the Sea.
+Yet, I witness, they did not affright us. We knew that sure eyes
+watched them from the reef; no lads' playing at the length of a
+watchdog's chain, kept more surely from the dog's teeth than those
+night-birds from the gun's range. Shots they fired&mdash;wild, reckless
+shots, skimming the water, peppering the sky, whistling in the clear
+air above us. But the boats drew no nearer, and it seemed that we must
+touch our haven unharmed, when the American seaman, stretching out his
+arms in a gesture fearful to think of, and ceasing to row with horrid
+suddenness, fell backward without any word and lay, a dying man, before
+us.</p>
+
+<p>They had shot him through the heart; and he was the second who fell for
+Ruth Bellenden's sake.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Sunday morning. Five o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>I have known little sleep for the last thirty hours, nor can I sleep at
+the crisis of our misfortunes. It is a still grey morning, with heavy
+cloud in the East, and lapping rhythmical waves beating upon the
+windows of the house as though anon a gale must blow and all this
+torrid silence be swept away.</p>
+
+<p>I cannot conceal it from myself what a gale would mean to us; how it
+must scatter the open boats, drifting there at the mercy of a Pacific
+sea; how, perchance, it might even lift the fog from Ken's Island and
+show us sunny fields and sylvan woods, a harbourage of delight to which
+all might flock with leaping hearts. And yet, says reason, if it so
+befall that you yourselves may go ashore to yonder island, what logic
+shall keep Czerny's men from the same good anchorage? They are as
+twenty to one against you. If there are houses there, and stores for
+the sun-time, who will shut them to this horde of desperadoes? Aye, the
+head reels to think of it; the hours pass slowly; to-morrow we shall
+know.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I have thought of all this, and yet there are other things in my
+mind, and they jostle one with the other, the sweet and the bitter, the
+good and the bad, until it seems to me that I no longer get at the
+heart of it, but am as a man drifting without a chart, set free on some
+unknown sea whose very channels I may not fathom. Three hours ago when
+I came ashore and lifted the dead man out, and sent the sleeping girl
+to shelter, Ruth Bellenden's hand was the first to touch my own, her
+word the first my ear would catch. So clear it was, such music to a man
+to hear that girlish voice asking of his welfare as a thing most dear
+to her, that all the night vanished at the words, and Ken's Island was
+lost to my sight, and only the memory of the olden time and of my
+life's great hope remained to me.</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper!" she said, "it was not you&mdash;oh, Jasper, it was not you,
+then!"</p>
+
+<p>I stepped from the boat, and, taking her hand in mine, I drew her a
+little nearer to me; then, fearful of myself, I let go her hand again
+and told her the simple truth.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, "it is yon poor fellow. I will not say 'Thank
+God!' for what right have I to serve you before him? He did his duty;
+help me to do mine."</p>
+
+<p>She turned away and gazed out over the sea to the yacht still
+thundering its cannon and ploughing with its wasted shot the
+unoffending sea. Deep thoughts were in her mind, I make sure, a torture
+of doubt, and hope, and trepidation. And I&mdash;I watched her as though all
+my will was in her keeping, and there, on the lonely rock, was the
+heart of the world I would have lived and died in.</p>
+
+<p>"You cannot forbid me to be glad, Jasper," she said, presently; "you
+have given me the right. I saw you on the shore. Oh! my heart went with
+you, and I think that I counted the minutes, and I said, 'He will never
+come; he is sleeping.' And then I said, 'It is Jasper's voice.' I saw
+you stand up in the boat and afterwards there were the shadows. Jasper,
+there cannot be shadows always; the sun must shine sometimes."</p>
+
+<p>She held my hand again and touched it with her cheek. I think that I
+forgot all the place about, the sea and the men, the distant shore and
+the island's shape, the still night and the dawn to come; and knowing
+nothing save that Ruth, little Ruth, was by my side, I went into
+dreamland and said, "It shall be forever."</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Monday. At six o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>I cannot sleep and I have come to keep watch on the rock. Old
+Clair-de-Lune is with me, but silence is in the house below, where some sleep
+and some are seeking sleep. Of all who can discuss our future bravely,
+none speaks better sense than this simple old man; and if he rebukes my
+own confidence he rebukes it justly. I ask him when the sleep-time will
+pass and the sun-time come. He shakes his head, he will not prophesy.</p>
+
+<p>"God forbid that it should pass," says he. "They will go ashore to the
+island, and we&mdash;we perish," says he. "Pray that it shall not be,
+captain. We have food for three week&mdash;month; but what come after? You
+pick up by ship, you say. But not so. When your ship come here the
+devils set trap, and all is wreck and burn and steal! They take your
+ship and you perish, you starve. Ah, monsieur, pray that the sun-time
+do not come."</p>
+
+<p>I lay back upon the rock and thought of it. This old man, surety, was
+right. Let the fog drift from Ken's Island, the woods awake, life stir
+again, and how stood we&mdash;where was our benefit?</p>
+
+<p>"It is a fearful position," said I, "and Heaven alone knows what the
+end of it will be. That something has happened to Mister Jacob and my
+ship I can no longer doubt, Clair-de-Lune. The Southern Cross is on the
+rocks, be sure of it, and good men with her. Take it that they are
+picked up and set on the American coast. What then? Who finds the money
+for another steamer? It is not to be thought of: we must dismiss it
+from our minds. You say that we have food for three weeks, and the
+condensers down below will give us water. But it won't be three weeks
+before we are in or out of it, my friend. If we are starving, others
+are starving&mdash;those out yonder by Czerny's yacht. He'll give them food
+to-day; but how long will they drift like cattle for the rain to beat
+on? Your sense will tell you that they won't drift long, but will be
+asking questions and wanting their answers. Aye, Clair-de-Lune, we'll
+listen with all our ears when that begins!"</p>
+
+<p>He had a glass with him and he began to scan the yacht very closely and
+the ship's boats about it. I had not noticed that there was an unusual
+stir in the anchorage, but he remarked it now and drew his own
+conclusions.</p>
+
+<p>"They give rogue man arms and cutlass, captain; he go overboard too. I
+see them pass from boat to boat. Ah, there he is, the bread and the
+biscuit. They get breakfast and then come here, captain. What else you
+look for? They not lie there all the days. They too much devil for
+that. We few and little; they big and strong. Why shall they not take
+the house? Some die, but other mans remain. Czerny he say to them,
+'Great much price if you kill the English captain.' He know that all
+his money is locked up down here. Why shall he not come, captain?"</p>
+
+<p>I could not tell him why. My own glasses showed me the things he made
+mention of and others beside. Arms, I saw, were being passed down from
+the yacht to the small boats clustered about it. There was no sunlight
+to glisten upon the bright barrels of the rifles, but I could
+distinguish them nevertheless; and cutlasses were handed from boat to
+boat&mdash;a good fifty of them I counted, and there were more to come. What
+the meaning of it was a child might have told you. Truce prevailed
+between master and man in their common desire of possession. The last
+great attack was to be made upon us&mdash;the rock to be rushed. Even a
+woman would have divined as much.</p>
+
+<p>"Clair-de-Lune," said I, "the end is coming at last; and it won't be
+very long. We're dealing with a remarkable man, and it is not to be
+supposed that he'll sail away and leave us here without one good blow
+for it. Aye, it's a great mind altogether, and there's the plain truth.
+Who else but the cleverest would have thought of this place, and come
+here like a human vulture to feed upon ships and men? There have been
+many Edmond Czernys in the world; but this man I name chief among them,
+and others will name him also. We set ourselves against a hand in a
+million; stiff backs we need to wrestle with that; but we'll do it, old
+comrade, we'll see it through yet!"</p>
+
+<p>It was a wild boast, yet, God knows, a well meant one. Perhaps, if he
+had pushed me to the confession, I would have told him that I was far
+from believing my own prophecies, and that, in truth, I realized, as he
+did, the perilous hazard of our position and all that defeat might mean
+to us. Just as he knew, so did I know that before the night came down
+dead men might lie on the rocks about me and be engulfed in that sea
+which beat so gently upon the lonely shore; that living men from the
+boats yonder would swarm in the galleries below, and women's cries be
+heard, and something follow which even I dare not contemplate. The
+dreadful truth, perhaps, kept our tongues away from it; we talked of
+other things, of Czerny and his house, and of what we would do if the
+best should befall.</p>
+
+<p>"He wonderful man," old Clair-de-Lune went on, standing, like some old
+Neptune of the sea, bolt upright on the pinnacle of rock; "wonderful
+man, and none like him! Thirteen year ago he first find this place, and
+thirteen year he wreck the ships. I know, for there was a day when he
+tell me much and I listen. He say, 'Make great fortune and no trouble
+to earn him. If sailor man drown, more fool he.' All the years back,
+hundreds of years, ships perish on Ken's Island. Czerny he hear the
+story in Japan, and he come to see the place for himself. They say he
+once sleep through the fog and mad afterwards. He no longer have right
+or wrong or care about the world. He come to Ken's Island and grow
+rich. Then his engineers find this rock. Once, long time ago, it have
+been part of the island, captain. The&mdash;what you say?&mdash;volocano, he
+shoot fire into the sea; but that was before the peoples. Czerny, he go
+down into the rock and he discover great cavern and little cavern, and
+he say, 'I live here in the sleep-time.' Plenty of money make fine
+house. He shut out the sea wherever he would come in; he build great
+windows in the rock; his <span class="italic">m&eacute;canicien</span>,
+he put up engine and draw air
+from the skies. Long year Czerny live here alone. Then one day come
+madame&mdash;ah, captain, I was sorry when I saw madame come! 'She will
+suffer here,' I said; she have suffered much already. Czerny is not as
+other men. If madame say to him, 'You good man; you and I live here
+always,' then she have everything, she go where she will, she become
+the master. But I say when I see her, 'No, never she will not say that.
+She good woman.' And then I fear for her, captain; I fear greatly. I
+did not know she have the English friend who will save her."</p>
+
+<p>He turned to me wistfully, and I read in his eyes of that deep
+affection which little Ruth Bellenden has never failed to win from all
+who know and learn to love her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Monday. At three o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>We held a council of war in the great hall at this hour, and came upon
+a plan to meet the supreme attack which must be made upon us tonight.
+We are all of one mind, that Czerny will seek to rush the house under
+cover of the darkness, and in this the sunless day must help him. We
+cannot look for any moon or brightness of the stars which shall aid our
+eyes when the sun has set. It will be a dark night, cloudy and,
+perhaps, tempestuous. If the storm should break and nature be our ally,
+then the worst is done with already and the end is sure. But we have no
+right to hope for that. We must face the situation like thinking men,
+prepared for any eventuality.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I had slept a little at the height of the day, and the first news
+that they brought to me when I waked was of the surrender of the two
+that remained in the caverns below, and of the fidelity of the other
+four of Czerny's men who already had joined us. So far as I can make
+out there may be but one living man in the lower story of the house,
+and for him and his goodwill we care nothing.</p>
+
+<p>The rest of the crowd we fought, seeing, perhaps, that fortune goes
+with us so far, will themselves stand on fortune's side and serve us
+faithfully. That much, at least, I put to my fellows as we sat round
+the table in the hall and made those plans which reason dictated.</p>
+
+<p>"They'll serve," said I, "as long as we are on the winning side. We'll
+put them in the engine room, where they'll keep the fires going for
+their own sakes. If they so much as look false, then shoot them down.
+It is in my mind, Captain Nepeen," said I, "that we'll have need of
+such a man as you, and three good fellows with you, at the lesser gate.
+You should find cover on the rocks while we hold the near sea for you.
+If Czerny gets a foothold there and beats that door in, I need not tell
+you how it will go with us. For the rest, I leave two men at the
+stairs-head and two in this hall to be at Miss Ruth's call. Peter Bligh
+and Dolly Venn go up with me to work the gun. If they rush it&mdash;well,
+twenty there won't keep them back with rifles. But I count upon the
+coward's part, and I say that a man will think twice about dying for
+such as Czerny and his ambitions. Let that be in all your minds, and
+remember&mdash;for God's sake remember&mdash;what you are fighting for."</p>
+
+<p>"For women's honour and good men's lives," said Captain Nepeen,
+quietly. "Yes; that's the stake, gentlemen. I don't think we need say
+any more to nerve our arms and clear our eyes. We fight for all that is
+most dear to honest men. If we fail, let us at least fail like true
+seamen who answer 'Here' when duty has called."</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">At six o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>We all dined together at this time in the large dining-room near by
+Miss Ruth's boudoir. An odder contrast than that between this fine room
+below and the still, desolate sea above, no mind could imagine. For, on
+the one hand, were the insignia of civilization&mdash;luxury, display, the
+splendid apartment, the well-dressed women, the table decked out with
+fine linen and silver, the windows showing the sea-depths and all their
+wondrous quivering life; on the other hand, the black shapes of night
+and death, the menace of the boats, the anchored yacht, the darkening
+skies, the looming island. We sat down fourteen souls, that might have
+met in some great country house, and there have gathered in friendship
+and frivolity. Never in all my life had I seen Miss Ruth so full of
+vivacity or girlish charm. Her laughter was like the music of bells;
+the jest, the kindly word was for every man; and yet sometimes I, at
+her side, could look deep into those grey-blue eyes to read a truer
+story there. And in the babble of the talk she would whisper some
+treasured word to me, or touch my hand with her own, or say, "Jasper,
+it must be well, it must be well with us!" Of that which lay above in
+the darkening East, no man spoke or appeared to think. There was ruby
+wine in our glasses; the little French girls capered about us like
+nymphs from the sea; we spoke of the old time, of sunny days in the
+blue Mediterranean, of wilder days off the English shores, of our homes
+so distant and our hopes so high; but never once of the night or that
+which must befall.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Monday. At eleven o'clock.</span></p>
+
+<p>We have now been at our stations for two hours and nothing has
+transpired. I have Clair-de-Lune with me at the great sea-gate, and
+Dolly Venn and Seth Barker are at the gun. The night is so dark that
+the best trained eye can distinguish little either on sea or land.
+Ken's Island itself is now but a blur of black on a cloud-veiled
+horizon. We have shut off every light in the house itself; the reef
+runs no longer beneath the sea like a vein of golden light, nor do the
+windows cast aureoles upon the sleeping water. What breeze there is
+comes in hot gusts like breath from heated waters. We cannot see
+Czerny's yacht nor espy any of his boats near or afar; but we crouch
+together in the shelter of the rocks, and there is water near to our
+hand, and food if we seek it, and the ammunition piled, and the barrels
+of the rifles outstanding, and the figures with their unspoken
+thoughts, their hopes, their fears of the dreadful dawn that must be.
+Whence out of the night shall the danger come? Shall it come leaping
+and brandishing knives, a veiled army springing up from the shadows, or
+shall it come by stealth, boat by boat, now upon this quarter, now upon
+that, outposts seeking to flank us, deadly shots fired we know not
+where? I cannot tell you. The comrades at my side ask again and again,
+"Do you see anything, captain?" I answer, "Nothing!" It is the truth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Monday. At midnight.</span></p>
+
+<p>We are still upon the rock and the shadows engulf us. The lad at my
+side, sick with waiting, has curled himself up upon a bed of stone and
+is half asleep; Seth Barker leans against a crag like some figure hewn
+out of granite; old Clair-de-Lune is all hunched up as a bundle.
+Nevertheless, masterly eyes scan the lapping waters. Will the night
+never speak to us? Will the day bring waiting? Ah, no! not that! A shot
+rings out clear on the still night air; a flash of fire leaps across
+the sea. We spring to our feet; we cry, "Ready!" The sixty hours are
+over and the end is near!</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_24"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XXIV</h3>
+
+<h4>THE SECOND ATTACK ON CZERNY'S HOUSE</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">The</span> shot was fired and answered at
+the lower gate. We had looked for
+that; for that we had been waiting during the watching hours. They
+would attack the lesser reef, we said, and our own good men, standing
+sentinels, would flash the news of it to us, and the gun would do the
+rest. Dark as it was, the blackest hour the island had given us,
+nevertheless by daylight we had trained our barrels upon the reef, and
+now took aim in all confidence. Twice we whistled shrilly to warn our
+men; twice we heard their answering voices. Then the gun belched forth
+its hail of shot and the challenge was thrown down.</p>
+
+<p>"Give it to them, Dolly!" I cried, my brain afire at the call of
+action; "for every honest seaman's sake, give it to them, lad! We'll
+tell of this to-morrow&mdash;aye, Dolly, we'll tell a great story yet!"</p>
+
+<p>He answered me with a boy's glad cry; I do believe it was like a game
+to him.</p>
+
+<p>"Pass here, pass here!" he kept crying; "we have them every time! In
+with the shot, Seth&mdash;in with it! Don't keep them waiting! Oh, captain,
+what a night!"</p>
+
+<p>The others said nothing; even Peter Bligh's tongue was still in that
+surpassing moment. The doubt of it defied words. We knew nothing, nor
+could we do aught but leave our fortune to the darkness of the night.
+The rogues who fell, the rogues who stood, the boats that came on, the
+boats that withdrew, of these we were ignorant. All was hidden from our
+eyes; the veil of the night cloaked from us the work we had done. If
+men cried in agony, if groans mocked angry boasts, if we heard the
+splashing of the oars, the hoarse command, the vile blasphemy, the rest
+was in imagination's keeping. The outposts of Czerny's crew, we said,
+had tried to rush the gate where our own men watched; but our own were
+behind the steel doors now and the gun's hail swept the barren rock.
+The dawn would show us the harvest we had reaped.</p>
+
+<p>Now, the volleys rolled their thunder right away to the hills of Ken's
+Island, and the whistling of the bullets was like the singing of unseen
+birds above our heads; there were oases of red flame in the waste of
+blackness; we heard oaths and cries, commands roared hoarsely across
+the water, voices triumphant and voices that were stilled; and then
+came the first great silence. Whatever had befallen on the rock, those
+who sought to force the lesser gate were, for the moment, driven back.
+Even little Dolly, mad at the gun like one whom no reason could
+restrain, heard me at last and obeyed my command.</p>
+
+<p>"Cease firing, lad!" roared I, "cease firing! Would you shoot the sea?
+Yonder's the captain's whistle. It means that the danger's nearer. Aye,
+stand by, lads," I said, "and look out for it."</p>
+
+<p>We swung the gun round so that it faced the basin before us, and,
+rifles ready, we peered again in the lowering darkness. About me now I
+could hear the deep breathing of my comrades and see their crouching
+figures and say that every nerve was tautened, every faculty awakened.
+Shielded by the night, those hidden boats were creeping up to us foot
+by foot. Whatever had been done at the lesser gate had been done as a
+ruse, I did not doubt. Czerny's goal was the greater door we held so
+desperately, his desire the full possession, the mastery of the house
+wherein lay life and treasure and lasting security.</p>
+
+<p>I counted twenty, no man speaking, and then I raised my voice. Dimly,
+in the shadows, I made out the shape of a longboat drifting to the
+brink; and to Dolly I said:</p>
+
+<p>"Let go&mdash;in God's name, let go, lad!"</p>
+
+<p>He stood to the gun with a cry of defiance and blazed into the
+darkness. The drifting boat lurched and sagged and turned her beam to
+the seas. I could distinguish the faces of men, ferocious and
+threatening, as they peered upward to the rock; I saw other boats
+looming over the dark water; I heard the ringing command, "In at them!
+To hell with them!" and then, I think, for many minutes together I
+fired wildly at the figures before me, swung round now to this side,
+now to that; was unconscious of the bullets splintering the rock or of
+the lead shower pouring on us. The battle raged; we were at the heart
+of it. What should a man remember then but those who counted upon him?</p>
+
+<p>Now, you have imagined this picture, and you seem to stand with me upon
+that split of rock, that defiant crag in the great Pacific Ocean, with
+the darkness of heaven above and the darkness of the sea below, with
+the belching guns and the spitting rifles, the yells of agony and the
+crouching figures, the hearts beating high and the sweating faces; and
+just as the outcome was hidden from me and I knew not from minute to
+minute whether it were life or death to us, so will you share the
+meaning of that suspense and all the terror of it. From every side now
+the rain of shot was poured in upon us, the unceasing torrent came;
+above, below, ringing upon the iron shield, scattering deadly
+fragments, ploughing the waters, it fell like a wave impotent, a broken
+sea whose spindrift even could not harm us. For a good ring of steel
+fenced us about; we held the turret, and we laughed at the madness
+below.</p>
+
+<p>"Round with the gun!" I would cry, again and again; "round with her,
+Dolly. Let them have it everywhere. No favours this night, my lad; full
+measure and overflowing&mdash;let them have it, for Miss Ruth's sake!"</p>
+
+<p>His joyous "Aye, aye, sir!" was a thing to hear. No sailor of the old
+time, black with powder, mad on a slippery deck, fought, I swear, as we
+four in that shelter of the turret. Clear as in the sun's day were the
+waves about us while the crimson flame leaped out. Crouched all
+together, the sweat upon our foreheads, smoke in our eyes, the wild
+delight of it quickening us, we blazed at the enemy unseen; we said
+that right was with us.</p>
+
+<p>There were, as far as I could make out, six boats set to the attack
+upon the great gate, and seventy or eighty men manning them. Acting
+together on such a plan as a master-mind had laid down for them, they
+tried to rush the rock from four points of the compass, trusting, it
+may be, that one boat, at least, would land its crew upon the plateau.
+And in this they were successful. Pour shot upon them as we might,
+search every quarter with the flying shells, nevertheless one boat
+touched the rock in spite of us, one crew leaped up in frenzy towards
+the turret. So sudden it was, so unlooked for, that great demoniacal
+figures seemed upon us even while we said that the seas were clear.
+Whirling their knives, yelling one to the other, some slipping on the
+slimy weed, others, more sure in foothold, making for the turret's
+height, the mutineers fell upon us like a hurricane and so beat us down
+that my heart sank away from me, and I said that the house was lost and
+little Ruth Bellenden their prey at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Stand by the gun&mdash;by the gun to the last, if you love your life!" I
+cried to Dolly Venn. "Do you, Peter, old comrade, follow me; I am going
+to clear the rock. You will help me to do that, Peter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Help you, captain! Aye," roared he, "if it was the ould divil himself
+in a travelling caravan, I'd help you!"</p>
+
+<p>He swung his rifle by the barrel as he spoke the words and, bringing it
+down crash, he cleaved the skull of a great ruffian whose face was
+already glowering down from the turret's rim. Nothing, I swear, in all
+that night was more wonderful than the <span class="italic">sang-froid</span>
+of this great Irishman (as he would call himself in fighting moods) or the merry
+words which he could find for us even then in the very crisis of it,
+when hope seemed gone and the worst upon us. For Peter knew well what I
+was about when I leapt from the turret and charged down upon the
+mutineers. A dozen men, perchance, had gained foothold on the rock. We
+must drive them back, he said, stand face to face with them, let the
+odds be what they might.</p>
+
+<p>"God strengthen my arm this hour and show me the bald places!" cries
+he, leaping to the ground and whirling his musket like a demon. Seth
+Barker, do not doubt, was on his heels&mdash;trust the carpenter to be where
+danger was! I could hear him grunting even above that awful din. He
+fought like ten, and wherever he swung his musket there he left death
+behind him.</p>
+
+<p>So follow us as we leap from the turret, and hurl ourselves upon that
+astonished crew. Black as the place was, tremulous the light,
+nevertheless the cabined space, the open plateau, was our salvation. I
+saw figures before me; faces seemed to look into my own; and as a
+battle-axe of old time, so my rifle's butt would fall upon them. Heaven
+knows I had the strength of three and I used it with three's agility,
+now shooting them down, now hitting wildly, thrust here, thrust there,
+bullets singing about my ears, haunting cries everywhere. Aye, how they
+went under! What music it was, those crashing blows upon head and
+breast, the loud report, the gurgling death-rattle, the body thrown
+into the sea, the pitiful screams for mercy! And yet the greater
+wonder, perhaps, that we lived to tell of it. Twelve against three; yet
+a craven twelve, remember, who feared to die and yet must fight to
+live! And to nerve our arms a woman's honour, and to guide us aright,
+the watchword: "Home!"</p>
+
+<p>I fought my way to the water's edge, and then turned round to see what
+the others were doing. There were two upon Peter Bligh at that moment,
+but one fell headlong as I took a step towards them; and the other's
+driving-knife fell on empty air, and the man himself, struck full
+between the eyes, rolled dead into the lapping sea.</p>
+
+<p>"Well done, Peter, well done!" I cried, wildly; and then, as though it
+were an answer to my boasts, something fell upon my shoulder like a
+great weight dropped from above, and I went down headlong upon the
+rock. Turning as I fell, I clutched a human throat, and, closing my
+fingers upon it, he and I, the man out of the darkness and the fool who
+had forgotten his eyes, went reeling over and over like wild beasts
+that seek a hold and would tear and bite when the moment comes. Aye,
+how I held him, how near his eyes seemed to mine, what gasping sounds
+he uttered, how his feet fought for foothold on the rock, how his hand
+felt for the knife at his girdle! And I had him always, had him surely;
+and seeking to force himself upward, the slippery rock gave him no
+foothold, and he slipped at last from my very fingers, and some great
+fish, hidden from me, drew him down to the water and I saw the waves
+close above his mouth. Henceforth there were but three men left at the
+gate of Czerny's house. They were three who, even at that time, could
+thank God because the peril was turned.</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>We beat the twelve off, as I have told you, and for an hour at least no
+fresh attack was made on the rock. The sharpest eye now could not
+detect boats in the darkness; the sharpest ear could not distinguish
+the muffled splash of oars. We lay all together in the turret, and very
+methodically, as seamen will, we stanched our wounds and asked, "What
+next?" That we had some hurt of such an affray goes without saying. My
+own shoulder was bruised and aching; the blood still trickled down
+Peter Bligh's honest face from the knife-wound that had gashed his
+forehead; Seth Barker pressed his hand to a jagged side and said that
+it was nothing. But for these scratches we cared little, and when our
+comrades hailed us from the lesser gate, their "All's well!" made us
+glad men indeed. In spite of it all, one of us, at least, I witness,
+could tell himself, "It is possible&mdash;by Heaven, it is possible&mdash;that we
+shall see the day!" That we had beaten off the first attack was not to
+be doubted. Wherever the mutineers had gone to, they no longer rowed in
+the loom of the gate. And yet I knew that the time must be short; day
+would not serve them nor the morning light. The dark must decide it.</p>
+
+<p>"They will come again, Peter, and it will be before the dawn," said I,
+when one thing and another had been mentioned and no word of their
+misfortune. "It's beyond expectation to suppose anything else. If this
+house is to be taken, they must take it in the dark. And more than
+that, lads," said I, "it was a foolish thing for us to go among them as
+we did and to fight it out down yonder. We are safer in the turret&mdash;
+safer, by a long way!"</p>
+
+<p>"I thought so all the time, sir," answered Dolly Venn, wisely. "They
+can never get below if you cover the door; and I can keep the sea. It's
+lucky Czerny loopholed this place, anyway. If ever I meet him I shall
+quote poetry: 'He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel.' It would
+about make him mad, captain!"</p>
+
+<p>"Aye," says Peter Bligh, "poetry is well enough, as my poor old father
+used to say; but poetry never reefed a to'gallon sail in a hurricane
+and isn't going to begin this night. It's thick heads you need, lad,
+and good, sound sense inside of 'em! As for what the captain says, I do
+hold it, truly. But, Lord! I'm like a boy at a fair when the crowns are
+cracking, and angels themselves wouldn't keep me back!"</p>
+
+<p>"You'd affright them, Mister Bligh," puts in, Seth Barker, "you'd
+affright them&mdash;asking your pardon&mdash;with your landgwich!"</p>
+
+<p>"What!" cries Peter, as though in amazement; "did I say things that
+oughtn't to be said? Well, you surprise me, Barker, you do surprise me!"</p>
+
+<p>Well, I was glad to hear them talk like this, for jest is better than
+the coward's "if"; and men who can face death with a laugh will win
+life before your craven any day. But for the prone figures on the rock,
+looking up with their sightless eyes, or huddled in cleft and
+cranny&mdash;but for them, I say, and distant voices on the sea, and the black shape
+of Ken's Island, we four might have been merry comrades in a ship's
+cabin, smoking a pipe in the morning watch and looking gladly for dawn
+and a welcome shore. That this content could long endure was, beyond
+all question,
+impossible. Nevertheless, when next we started up and gripped our
+rifles and cried "Stand by!" it was not any alarm from the sea that
+brought us to our feet, but a sudden shout from the house below, a
+rifle-shot echoing in the depths, a woman's voice, and then a man's
+rejoinder, a figure appearing without any warning at the stairs-head,
+the figure of a huge man, vast and hulking, with long yellow hair, and
+fists clenched and arms outstretched&mdash;a man who took one scared look
+round him and then leaped wildly into the sea. Now this, you may
+imagine, was the most surprising event of all that eventful night. So
+quickly did it come upon us, so little did we look for it, that when
+Kess Denton, the yellow man, stood at the open gate and uttered a loud
+and piercing yell of defiance, not one among us could lift a rifle, not
+one thought of plan or action. There the fellow was, laughing like a
+maniac. Why he came, whence he came, no man could tell. But he leaped
+into the seas and the night engulfed him, and only his mocking laugh
+told us that he lived.</p>
+
+<p>"Kess Denton!" cried I, my head dazed and my words coming in a torrent;
+"Kess Denton. Then there's mischief below, lads&mdash;mischief, I swear!"</p>
+
+<p>Clair-de-Lune answered me&mdash;old Clair-de-Lune, standing in a blaze of
+light; for they had switched on the lamps below, and the vein of the
+reef stood out suddenly like some silver monster breathing on the
+surface of the sea. Clair-de-Lune answered me, I say, and his words
+were the most terrible I had heard since first I came to Ken's Island.</p>
+
+<p>"The water is in!" he cried, "the water is in the house!"</p>
+
+<p>I saw it as in a flash. This man we had neglected to hunt from the
+caverns below, striking at us in the supreme moment, had opened trap or
+window and let the sea pour in the labyrinth below. The water was
+flooding Czerny's house.</p>
+
+<p>"Now!" I cried, "you don't mean that Clair-de-Lune? Then what of the
+engine-room? How will it fare with Captain Nepeen?"</p>
+
+<p>Doctor Gray stood behind the old Frenchman, and, limping up to my side,
+he leaned against the rock and began to speak of it very coolly.</p>
+
+<p>"The water is in," he said, "but it will not flood the higher rooms,
+for they are above sea-level. We are saving what provisions we can, and
+the men below are all right. As for Nepeen, we must get him off in a
+boat somehow. It is the water I am thinking of, captain; what are we
+going to do for water?"</p>
+
+<p>I sat upon the rock at his side and buried my face in my hands. All
+that terrible day seemed to culminate in this overwhelming misfortune.
+Driven on the one hand by the sea, on the other by these devils of the
+darkness, doomed, it might be, to hunger and thirst on that desolate
+rock, four good comrades cut off from us by the sea's intervening, the
+very shadows full of dangers, what hope had we, what hope of that brave
+promise spoken to little Ruth but three short hours ago?</p>
+
+<p>"Doctor," I said at last, "if we are not at the bottom of it now, we
+never shall be. But we are men, and we will act as men should. Let the
+women stand together in the great hall until the sea drives them out.
+If water is our need, I am ashore to Ken's Island to-morrow to get it.
+As for Nepeen, we have a boat and we have hands to man it; we'll fetch
+Captain Nepeen, doctor," said I.</p>
+
+<p>He nodded his head and appeared to be thinking deeply. Old Clair-de-Lune
+was the next to utter a sensible thing.</p>
+
+<p>"The man flood the house," said he, "but no sure he get to ship. If he
+drown, Czerny know nothing. I say turn out the lamp&mdash;wait!"</p>
+
+<p>"As true a word as the night has spoken," said I; "if Kess Denton does
+not reach the boats, they won't hear the story. We'll keep it close
+enough, lads, and Captain Nepeen will learn it soon enough. Do you
+whistle, Dolly, and get an answer. I hope to God it is all well with
+them still."</p>
+
+<p>He whistled across the sea, and after a long minute of waiting a
+distant voice cried, "All's well!" For the hour at least our comrades
+were safe. Should we say the same of them when daylight came?</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>The dark fell with greater intensity as the dawn drew near. I thought
+that it typified our own black hour, when it seemed that fate had
+nothing left for us but a grave beneath the seas, or the eternal sleep
+on the island shore.</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>Another hour passed, and the dawn was nearer. I did not know then
+(though I know now) what kept Czerny's crew in the shadows, or why we
+heard nothing of them. Once, indeed, in the far distance where the
+yacht lay anchored, gunshots were fired, and were answered from some
+boat lying southward by the island; but no other message of the night
+was vouchsafed to us, no other omen to be heard. In the gloom of the
+darkened house women watched, men kept the vigil and prayed for the
+day. Would the light never come; would that breaking East never speed
+its joyous day? Ah! who could tell? Who, in the agony of waiting, ever
+thinks aright or draws the truthful picture?</p>
+
+<p>There was no new attack, I say, nor any sure news from the caverns
+below. From time to time men went to the stairs-head and watched the
+seas washing green and slimy in the corridors, or spoke of them beating
+upon the very steps of the great hall and threatening to rise up and up
+until they engulfed us all and conquered even the citadel we held.
+Nevertheless, iron gates held them back. Not vainly had Czerny's
+master-mind foreseen such a misfortune as this. Those tremendous doors
+which divided the upper house from its fellow were stronger than any
+sluice-gates, more sure against the water's advance. We held the upper
+house; it was ours while we could breathe in it or find life's
+sustenance there.</p>
+
+<p>Now, I saw little Ruth in the hour of dawn and she stood with us for a
+little while at the open gate and there spoke so brightly of to-morrow,
+so lightly of this hour, that she helped us to forget, and made men of
+us once more.</p>
+
+<p>"They will not come again to-night, Jasper," she said; "I feel, I know
+it! Why should they wait? Something has happened, and something spells
+'Good luck.' Oh, yes, I have felt that for the last hour. Things must
+be worse before they mend, and they are mending now. The gale will come
+at dawn and we shall all go ashore, you and I together, Jasper!"</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Ruth," said I, "that would be the happiest day in all my life.
+You bring the dawn always, wherever you go, the good sunlight and God's
+blue sky! It has been day for me while I heard your voice and said that
+I might serve you!"</p>
+
+<p>She would not answer me; but, as though to give my words their meaning,
+we had watched but a little while longer on the rock when suddenly out
+of the East the grey light winged over to us, and, spreading its
+wonder-rays upon the seas, it rolled the black veil back and showed us
+height and valley, sea and land, the white-capped breakers and the dim
+heaven beyond them. Many a dawn have I watched and waited for on the
+heart of the desolate sea, but never one which carried to me such a
+message as then it spake, the joy of action and release, the tight of
+life and hope, the clarion call, uplifting, awakening! For I knew that
+in day our salvation lay, and that the terrible night was forever
+passed; and every faculty being quickened, the mind alert, the eyes no
+longer veiled, I stretched out my arms to the sun and said, "Thank
+God!"</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>It was day, and the fresh sea answered its appeal. Coming quickly as
+day will in the great Pacific, we had scarce seen that great rim of the
+East lift itself above the sparkling water when all the scene was
+opened to us, the picture of ships and water and wave-washed reef made
+clear as in some scene of stageland. As with one tongue, realizing a
+mighty truth, we cried, "The ship is gone; the ship has sailed!"</p>
+
+<p>It was true, all true. Where at sundown there had been a yacht anchored
+in the offing, now at daybreak no yacht was to be seen. Darkness, which
+had been the ally of Czerny's men, had helped the man himself to flee
+from them to an unknown haven where their vengeance should not reach
+him. By night had he fled, and by day would he mock his creatures.
+Drifting there in the open boats, the rising seas beginning to wash in
+upon them, hunger and thirst their portion, the rebels were at no pains
+to hide their secret from us. We knew that they had been called back by
+these overwhelming tidings of the master-trick, and we asked what heart
+the rogues would have now to sell their lives for the man who betrayed
+them? Would they not look to us for the satisfaction the chief rogue
+denied to them? We, as they, were left helpless in that woful place.
+Before us, as before them, lay the peril of hunger and of thirst, the
+death-sleep or the greater mercy. And who should ask them to accept it
+without a last supreme attempt, a final assault, which should mend all
+or end all? Driven to the last point, to the last point would they go
+to grasp that foothold of the seas and to drive us from the rock
+whereon life might yet be had.</p>
+
+<p>"Lads," I said, "the story is there as the man has written it. We have
+no quarrel with yon poor devils nor they with us; but they will find
+one. We cannot help them; they cannot help us. We'll wait for the
+end&mdash;just wait for it."</p>
+
+<p>I spoke with a confidence which time did not justify. Just as the dawn
+had put new life into us, so it had steeled the hearts of this derelict
+crew and nerved it for any desperate act. For long we watched the
+rogues rowing hither, thither; now in the island's shadows, now coming
+towards us, but never once raising a rifle or uttering a threat. In the
+end they came all together, waving a sail upon a pole; and while they
+appeared to row for the lesser gate they accompanied the act with soft
+words and a protest of their honesty.</p>
+
+<p>"'Tis after a truce they are," says Peter Bligh, presently, "and that's
+a poor thing, any-way. My poor father used to say, 'Knock 'em on the
+head first and sign the papers afterwards.' He was a kind-hearted
+gentleman, and did a lot of good in the world!"</p>
+
+<p>"He must have done, Peter," said I; "he must have done a power of good,
+hearing the little you say about him. 'Tis a pity the old gentleman
+isn't here this day to preach his kindness to yonder rogues. They look
+in need of a friendly hand; indeed, they do."</p>
+
+<p>Well, the laugh was turned on Peter; but, as a matter of fact, he spoke
+sense, and I understood as well as he did the risk of parley with the
+wreckers, even though they did not seem to have any fight left in
+<span class="nobr">them&mdash;a</span> fact which old Clair-de-Lune was the
+first to observe.</p>
+
+<p>"They not fire gun this morning," says the old man. "All starve hungry.
+Czerny gone. What for they fight? They no stomach left."</p>
+
+<p>"Meaning they've no heart in them," puts in Doctor Gray, at his side.
+"Aye, that's true, and a bit of human nature, too. You cannot fight
+every day any more than you can make love every day. It comes and goes
+like a fever. They had their square meal last night, and they are not
+taking any this morning. I should not be afraid of them if I were you,
+captain."</p>
+
+<p>"I never was," said I, bluntly; "I never was, doctor. There's not
+enough on my conscience for that. But I do believe you speak truly.
+Making love is more in their line this watch. Ask Dolly Venn there.
+From what I saw between him and little Rosamunda down below, lie's an
+authority on that point. Eh, Dolly, lad," said I to him, "you could
+make love every day, couldn't you?"</p>
+
+<p>The lad flushed all over his face at the charge, and Peter Bligh, he
+said something about "Love one another" being in the Bible, "which must
+mean many of 'em, and not one in particular," says he. And what with
+the laugh and the jest, and the new confidence which the sight of those
+poor driven devils put into us, we came all together to the sea's edge,
+and, scarcely cocking a rifle at them, we hailed the longboats and got
+their story.</p>
+
+<p>"Ahoy, there! And what port d'you think you're making for?" cries Peter
+Bligh, in a voice that might have split the waters.</p>
+
+<p>They replied to him, standing up in the boat and stretching out their
+sunburnt, hairy arms to us:</p>
+
+<p>"Water!&mdash;water, mate, for the love of God!"</p>
+
+<p>"And how do you know," cries Peter back to them, "how do you know that
+we've water for ourselves?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Barebones saw to that," says one of them, no doubt meaning Czerny
+thereby; "Barebones saw to that, though precious little of it the
+lubber drank!"</p>
+
+<p>"He's off, is Barebones," says another; "oh, trust Barebones!
+Bones-and-Biscuits puts to sea last night, 'cause he's a duty to perform in
+'Frisco, he 'as. Trust Bones-and-Biscuits to turn up righteous when the
+trumpet blows!"</p>
+
+<p>And another, said he:</p>
+
+<p>"I wish I had his black head under my boot this minute! My mouth's all
+sand and my throat is stuck! Aye, mates," says he, "you'll moisten my
+poor tongue&mdash;same as is wrote in the Scriptures!"</p>
+
+<p>There were other entreaties; some of them spoke to us in French, the
+most part in German. Of the boats that were left, two had rowed away
+for the lesser gate, but five drifted about our rock and drew so close
+that we could have tossed a biscuit to them. Never have I seen a crowd
+of faces more repulsive or jowls so repellent. Iron-limbed men, fat
+Germans, sleek Frenchmen, Greeks, niggers, some armed with rifles, some
+with fearsome knives, they squatted all together in the open boats and
+roared together for pity and release. Then, for the first time, I was
+able to see how cruelly Czerny's gun had dealt with them in the
+darkness of the night. It was horrible to see the bloody limbs, the
+open wounds, the matted hair, the gaping faces of these creatures of a
+desperado's mad ambition. The boats themselves were splintered and
+hacked as though heavy hatches had beaten them. I could wonder no
+longer that they called the truce; and yet, knowing why they called it,
+what was I to do? Let them set foot on the plateau, and we, but a
+handful at the best, might be swept into the sea like flies from a
+wall. I say that I was at my wits' end. Every merciful instinct urged
+me to give them water; every prudent voice cried, "Beat them off."</p>
+
+<p>"If there's fight in that lot, I'm as black as yonder nigger!" said
+Peter Bligh, when he looked at them a little while, very
+contemptuously. "Not a kick to-day among the lot of them, by Jericho!
+But you cannot give them water, captain," he goes on, "for you've
+little to give."</p>
+
+<p>Clair-de-Lune, thinking deeper, was, nevertheless, for a stem refusal.</p>
+
+<p>"Keep them off, captain, that's my advice," says he. "They very
+desperate, dangerous men. They drink water, then cut throat. Make ear
+deaf and say cistern all empty. They think you die, and they wait, but
+come aboard&mdash;no, by thunder!"</p>
+
+<p>Now, I knew that this was reason, and when Doctor Gray and Captain
+Nepeen added their words to the Frenchman's I stepped down to the
+water's edge and made my answer.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll give you water willingly, men, if you'll show me where it is to
+be found," said I; "but we cannot give what we haven't got, and that's
+common sense! We're dry here, and if it's bad luck for one it's bad
+luck for all. The glass says rain," I went on; "we'll wait for it
+together and have done with all this nonsense."</p>
+
+<p>They heard me to the end; but ignorant, perhaps, of my meaning they
+continued to whine, "Water, water," and when I must repeat that we had
+no water, one of them, leaping up in the boat, fired his rifle point-blank
+at Captain Nepeen, who fell without a word stone-dead at my side.</p>
+
+<p>"Great God!" said I, "they've shot the captain dead."</p>
+
+<p>The suddenness of it was awful; just a gun flashing, a gasping cry, an
+honest man leaping up and falling lifeless. And then something that
+would never move or speak again. The crews themselves, I do believe,
+were as dazed by it as we were. They could have shot us, I witness,
+where we stood, every man of us, but, in God's mercy, they never
+thought of that; and turning on their own man, they tore the rifle from
+his hand and, striking him down with a musket, they sent him headlong
+into the sea.</p>
+
+<p>"Witness we've no part in it!" they roared. "Jake Bilbow did it, and he
+was always a bad 'un! You won't charge fifty with one man's deed! To
+hell with the arms, mate&mdash;we've no need of 'em!"</p>
+
+<p>Well, we heard them in amazement. Not a man had moved among us; the
+body was untouched at our feet. From the boats themselves ruffians were
+casting their rifles pell-mell into the sea. Never at the wildest
+hazard would I have named this for the end of it. They cast their
+rifles into the sea and rowed unarmed about us. To the end of it, I
+think, they feared the gun with a fear that was nameless and lasting,
+nor did they know that the turret was empty&mdash;how should they?</p>
+
+<p>It was a swift change; to me it seemed as though the day had conjured
+up this wonder. None the less, the perplexity of it remained, nor could
+I choose a course even under these new circumstances. Of water I had
+none to give; our own circumstances, indeed, were little better than
+that of these unhappy creatures in the boats about me. The sea flooded
+the house below us; the great engine no longer throbbed; our women were
+huddled together at the stairs-head, seeking air and light; the fogs
+loom heavy on Ken's Island; no ship's sail brought hope to our horizon.
+What should I say, then, to the mutineers, how answer them? I could but
+protest: "We are as you; we must face it together."</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>Now, I have told you that both the greater and the lesser gates of
+Czerny's house were hewn in the pinnacles of rock rising up above the
+highest tides, and offering there a foothold and an anchorage; but you
+must not think that these were the only caps of the reef which thrust
+themselves out to the sea. For there were others, rounded domes of
+tide-washed rock, treacherous ledges, little craggy steeples, sloping
+shelves, which low water gave up to the sun and where a man might walk
+dry-shod. To such strange places the longboats turned when we would
+have none of them. Convinced, may-be, that our own case was no better
+than theirs, the men, in desperation, and cramped with long confinement
+in the boats, now pushed their bows into the swirling waters; and
+following each other, as sheep will follow a leader, they climbed out
+upon the barren rocks and lay there in a state of dejection defying
+words. Nor had we any heart to turn upon them and drive them off.
+Little did the new day we desired so ardently bring to us. The sky,
+gloomy above the blackening, angry seas, was like a mock upon our
+bravest hopes. Let a few hours pass and the night would come again.
+This was but an interlude in which man could ask of man, "What next?"
+We feared to speak to the women lest they should know the truth.</p>
+
+<p>The men crawled upon the sea-washed rocks, I say, and there the
+judgment of God came upon them. So awful was the scene my eyes were
+soon to behold that I take up my pen with hesitation even now to write
+of it; and as I write some figure of the shadows comes before me and
+seems to say, "You cannot speak of it! It is of the past, forgotten!"
+And, certainly, if I could make it clear to you how Czerny's men were
+forever driven off from the gate of the house that Czerny built, if I
+could make it clear to you and leave the thing untold, that would I do
+right gladly. But the end was not of my seeking; in all honesty I can
+say that if it had been in my power I would have helped those wretched
+creatures, have dealt out pity to them and carried them to the shore;
+but it was written otherwise; a higher Power decreed it; we could but
+stand, trembling and helpless, before that enthralling justice.</p>
+
+<p>They climbed on the rocks, forty or fifty of them, may-be, and lying in
+all attitudes, some stretched out full length, some with their arms in
+the flowing tide, some huddled close as though for warmth, they
+appeared to surrender themselves to the inevitable and to accept the
+worst; when, rising up out of the near sea, the first octopus showed
+himself, and a great tentacle, sliding over the rock, drew one of the
+mutineers screaming to the depths. Thereafter, in an instant, the whole
+terror was upon them. Leaping up together, they uttered piercing cries,
+turned upon each other in their agony, hurled themselves into the sea,
+to reach the boats again. God! how few of them touched the befriending
+prows! The whole water about the reef was now alive with the devilish
+creatures; a hundred arms, crushing, sucking, swept the unsheltered
+rocks and drew the victims down. So near were they, some of them, that
+I could see their staring eyes and distorted limbs as, in the fishes'
+embracing grip, they were drawn under to the gaping mouths or pressed
+close to that jellied mass which must devour them. The sea itself
+heaved and splashed as though to be the moving witness of that horrible
+attack; foam rushed up to our feet; a blinding spray was in the air;
+eyes protruded even in the green water; great shapes wormed and
+twisted, rending one another, covering the whole reef with their filthy
+slime, sending blinding fountains to the highest pinnacles, or sinking
+down when their prey was taken to the depths where no eye could follow
+them. What sounds of pain, what resounding screams, rent the air in
+those fearful minutes! I draw the veil upon it. For all the gold that
+the sea washes to-day in Czerny's house, I could not look upon such a
+picture again. For death can be a gentle thing; but there is a death no
+man may speak of.</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>At twelve o'clock the clouds broke and the rain began to fall upon a
+rising sea. The vapours still lay thick upon Ken's Island, but the wind
+was driving them, and they rolled away in misty clouds westward to the
+dark horizon.</p>
+
+<p>I went below to little Ruth, and in broken words I told her all my
+story.</p>
+
+<p>"Little Ruth, the night is passed, the day is breaking! Ah, little
+Ruth!"</p>
+
+<p>She fell into my arms, sobbing. The sleep-time was past, indeed; the
+hour of our deliverance at hand.</p>
+
+<div class="chaptername"><a name="chapter_25"></a>&nbsp;</div>
+
+<h3>CHAPTER XXV</h3>
+
+<h4>IN WHICH THE SUN-TIME COMES AGAIN</h4>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">I have</span> told you the story of Ken's
+Island, but there are some things
+you will need to know, and of these I will now make mention. Let me
+speak of them in order as they befell.</p>
+
+<p>And first I should record that we found the body of Edmond Czerny, cold
+and dead, by that pool in the woods where so many have slept the
+dreadful sleep. Clair-de-Lune stumbled upon it as we went joyously
+through the sunny thickets and, halting abruptly, his startled cry drew
+me to the place. And then I saw the thing, and knew that between him
+and me the secret lay, and that here was God's justice written in words
+no man might mistake.</p>
+
+<p>For a long time we rested there, looking down upon that grim figure in
+its bed of leaves, and watching the open eyes seeking that bright
+heaven whose warmth they never would feel again. As in life, so in
+death, the handsome face carried the brand of the evil done, and spoke
+of the ungoverned passions which had wrecked so wonderful a genius.
+There have been few such men as Edmond Czerny since the world began;
+there will be few while the world endures. Greatly daring, a man of
+boundless ambitions, the moral nature obliterated, the greed of money
+becoming, in the end, like some burning disease, this man, I said,
+might have achieved much if the will had bent to humanity's laws. And
+now he had reaped as he sowed. The cloak that covered him was the cloak
+of the Hungarian regiment whose code of honour drove him out of Europe.
+The diamond ring upon the finger was the very ring that little Ruth had
+given him on their wedding-day. The agony he had suffered was such as
+many a good seaman had endured since the wreckers came to Ken's Island.
+And now the story was told: the man was dead.</p>
+
+<p>"It must have been last night," I said, at length, to Clair-de-Lune.
+"His own men put him ashore and seized the ship. Fortune has strange
+chances, but who would have named such a chance as this? The rogues
+turned upon him at last, you can't doubt it. And he died in his
+sleep&mdash;a merciful death."</p>
+
+<p>The old man shook his head very solemnly.</p>
+
+<p>"I know not," said he, slowly; "remember how rare that the island give
+mercy! We will not ask how he died, captain. I see some-thing, but I
+forget it. Let us leave him to the night."</p>
+
+<p>He began to cover the body with branches and boughs; and anon, marking
+the place, that we might return to it to-morrow, we went on again
+through the woods, as men in a reverie. Our schemes and plans, our
+hopes and fears, the terrible hours, the unforgotten days, aye, if we
+could have seen that the end of them would have been this!&mdash;the gift of
+a verdurous island, and the ripe green pastures, and the woods
+awakening and all the glory of the sun-time reborn! For so the shadow
+was lifted from us that for a little while our eyes could not see the
+light; and, unbelieving, we asked, "Is this the truth?"</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>I did not tell little Ruth the story of the woods; but there were
+whispered words and looks aside, and she was clever enough to
+understand them. Before the day was out I think she knew; but she would
+not speak of it, nor would I. For why should we call false sorrow upon
+that bright hour? Was not the world before us, the awakening glory of
+Ken's Island at our feet? Just as in the dark days all Nature had
+withered and bent before the death-giving vapours, so now did Nature
+answer the sun's appeal; and every freshet bubbling over, every wood
+alive with the music of the birds, the meadows green and golden, the
+hills all capped with their summer glory, she proclaimed the reign of
+Nature's God. No sight more splendid ever greeted the eyes of
+shipwrecked men or welcomed them to a generous shore. Hand-in-hand with
+little Ruth I passed from thicket to thicket of the woods, and seemed
+to stand in Paradise itself! And she&mdash;ah, who shall read a woman's
+thoughts at such an hour as that! Let me be content to see her as she
+was; her face grown girlish in that great release, her eyes sparkling
+in a new joy of being, her step so light that no blade of grass could
+have been bruised thereby. Let me hear her voice again while she lifts
+her face to mine and asks me that question which even now I hear
+sometimes:</p>
+
+<p>"Jasper, Jasper! is it real? How can I believe it, Jasper? Shall we see
+our home again&mdash;you and I? Oh, tell me that it is true, Jasper&mdash;say it
+often, often, or I shall forget!"</p>
+
+<p>We were in a high place of the woods just then, and we stood to look
+down upon the lower valley where the rocks showed their rare green
+mosses, and every crag lifted strange flowers to the sun, and little
+rivulets ran down with bubbling sounds. Away on the open veldt the
+doll-like houses were to be seen, and the ashes of her bungalow. And
+there, I say, all the scene enchanting me, and the memory of the bygone
+days blotted from my mind, and no future to be thought of but that
+which should give me forever the right to befriend this little figure
+of my dreams, I said:</p>
+
+<p>"It is true, little Ruth&mdash;God knows how true&mdash;that a man loves you with
+all his heart, and he has loved you all through these weary months.
+Just a simple fellow he is, with no fine ways and small knowledge of
+the world; but he waits for you to tell him that you will lift him up
+and make him <span class="nobr">worthy&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;"</span></p>
+
+<p>She silenced me with a quick, glad cry, and, winding both her arms
+about my neck, she hid her face from me.</p>
+
+<p>"My friend! Jasper, dear Jasper, you shall not say that! Ah, were you
+so blind that you have not known it from the first?"</p>
+
+<p>Her words were like the echo of some sweet music in my ears. Little
+Ruth, my beloved, had called me "friend." To my life's end would I
+claim that name most precious.</p>
+
+<p class="dinkus">* * *</p>
+
+<p>We were picked up by the American war-ship Hatteras ten days after the
+sleep-time passed. I left the island as I found it&mdash;its secrets hidden,
+its mysteries unfathomed. What vapour rises up there&mdash;whether it be, as
+Doctor Gray would have it, from the bog of decaying vegetation, which
+breathes fever to the south; whether it be this marsh fog steaming up
+when the plants die down; or whether it be a subtler cloud given out by
+the very earth itself&mdash;this question, I say, let the learned dispute. I
+have done with it forever; and never, to my life's end, shall I see its
+heights and its valleys again. The world calls me; I go to my home.
+Ruth, little Ruth, whom I have loved, is at my side. For us it shall be
+sun-time always; the night and the dreadful sleep are no more.</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The House Under the Sea, by Sir Max Pemberton
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+Title: The House Under the Sea
+ A Romance
+
+
+Author: Sir Max Pemberton
+
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+
+THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+A ROMANCE
+
+BY
+
+MAX PEMBERTON
+
+Author of Kronstadt, The Phantom Army, Etc.
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATED
+
+NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1902
+
+
+Copyright, 1902 By MAX PEMBERTON
+
+All rights reserved
+
+Published September, 1902
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "Shall we go, or stay?"]
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+I.--IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES KNOWN THE PURPOSE OF HIS VOYAGE TO THE
+PACIFIC OCEAN, AND HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT HE COMMISSIONED THE
+STEAM-SHIP SOUTHERN CROSS THROUGH PHILIPS, WESTBURY, AND CO.
+
+II.--WE GO ASHORE AND LEARN STRANGE THINGS
+
+III.--IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES UP HIS MIND WHAT TO DO
+
+IV.--WE GO ABOARD, BUT RETURN AGAIN
+
+V.--STRANGE SIGHTS ASHORE, AND WHAT WE SAW OF THEM
+
+VI.--JASPER BEGG MEETS HIS OLD MISTRESS, AND IS WATCHED
+
+VII.--IN WHICH HELP COMES FROM THE LAST QUARTER WE HAD EXPECTED IT
+
+VIII.--THE BIRD'S NEST IN THE HILLS
+
+IX.--WE LOOK OUT FOR THE SOUTHERN CROSS
+
+X.--WE ARE SURELY CAGED ON KEN'S ISLAND
+
+XI.--LIGHTS UNDER THE SEA
+
+XII.--THE DANCING MADNESS
+
+XIII.--THE STORM
+
+XIV.--A WHITE POOL--AND AFTERWARDS
+
+XV.--AN INTERLUDE, DURING WHICH WE READ IN RUTH BELLENDEN'S DIARY AGAIN
+
+XVI.--ROSAMUNDA AND THE IRON DOORS
+
+XVII.--IN WHICH JASPER BEGG ENTERS THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+XVIII.--CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH
+
+XIX.--WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS
+THE LITTLE ONES
+
+XX.--THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY'S MEN
+
+XXI.--WHICH BRINGS IN THE DAY AND WHAT BEFELL THEREIN
+
+XXII.--THE BEGINNING OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+XXIII.--THE END OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+XXIV.--THE SECOND ATTACK ON CZERNY'S HOUSE
+
+XXV.--IN WHICH THE SUN-TIME COMES AGAIN
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+"Shall we go or stay?"
+
+Like dancers at a stage play.
+
+A picturesque old figure standing there.
+
+She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes.
+
+We were all sitting at the supper table.
+
+The drawing-room is a cave whose walls are of jewels.
+
+"If there is a sound at the door, fire that gun."
+
+Another man fell with a loud cry.
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES KNOWN THE PURPOSE OF HIS VOYAGE TO THE
+PACIFIC OCEAN, AND HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT HE COMMISSIONED THE
+STEAM-SHIP SOUTHERN CROSS THROUGH PHILIPS, WESTBURY, AND CO.
+
+Many gentlemen have asked me to write the story of Ken's Island, and in
+so far as my ability goes, that I will now do. A plain seaman by
+profession, one who has had no more education than a Kentish grammar
+school can give him, I, Jasper Begg, find it very hard to bring to
+other people's eyes the wonderful things I have seen or to make all
+this great matter clear as it should be clear for a right
+understanding. But what I know of it, I will here set down; and I do
+not doubt that the newspapers and the writers will do the rest.
+
+Now, it was upon the third day of May in the year 1899, at four bells
+in the first dog watch, that Harry Doe, our boatswain, first sighted
+land upon our port-bow, and so made known to me that our voyage was
+done. We were fifty-three days out from Southampton then; and for
+fifty-three days not a man among the crew of the Southern Cross had
+known our proper destination, or why his skipper, Jasper Begg, had
+shipped him to sail for the Pacific Ocean. A pleasure voyage, the
+papers said; and some remembered that I had been in and out of private
+yachts ever since I ran away from school and booked with Skipper Higg,
+who sailed Lord Kanton's schooner from the Solent; but others asked
+themselves what pleasure took a yacht's skipper beyond the Suez, and
+how it came about that a poor man like Jasper Begg found the money to
+commission a 500-ton tramp through Philips, Westbury, and Co., and to
+deal liberally with any shipmate who had a fancy for the trip. These
+questions I meant to answer in my own time. A hint here and there of a
+lady in whose interest the voyage was undertaken kept the crew quiet,
+if it did not please its curiosity. Mister Jacob, my first officer, and
+Peter Bligh (who came to me because he said I was the only man who kept
+him away from the drink) guessed something if they knew little. They
+had both served under me in Ruth Bellenden's yacht; neither had
+forgotten that Ruth Bellenden's husband sailed eastward for the wedding
+trip. If they put their heads together and said that Ruth Bellenden's
+affairs and the steam-ship Southern Cross were not to be far apart at
+the end of it, I don't blame them. It was my business to hold my tongue
+until the land was sighted, and so much I did for Ruth Bellenden's
+sake.
+
+Well, it was the third day of May, at four bells in the first dog
+watch, when Harry Doe, the boatswain, sighted land on the port-bow, and
+came abaft with the other hands to hear what I had got to say to him.
+Mr. Jacob was in his bunk then, he being about to take the first watch,
+and Peter Bligh, who walked the bridge, had rung down for half-speed by
+the time I came out with my glass for the first view of the distant
+island. We were then, I must tell you at a rough reckoning, in
+longitude 150 east of Greenwich, by about 30 north; and my first
+thought was that we might have sighted the Ganges group, as many a ship
+sailing from 'Frisco to Japan; but when I had looked at the land a
+little while, and especially at a low spur of rocks to the northward, I
+knew that this was truly the Ken Archipelago, and that our voyage was
+done.
+
+"Lads," I said, "yonder is your port. Good weather and good luck, and
+we'll put about for home before three days have passed."
+
+Now, they set up a great cheer at this; and Peter Bligh, whose years go
+to fat, wiped his brow like a man who has got rid of a great load and
+is very pleased to have done with it.
+
+"Thank you for that," said he. "I hope I do my duty in all weathers,
+Mr. Begg, but this sunshine do wear a man sadly. Will you stop her,
+sir, or shall we go dead slow?"
+
+"Dead slow, if you please, Mister Pugh," said I; "the chart gives two
+thousand fathoms about the reef. We should have water enough, and water
+is a good thing, as I believe you know."
+
+"When there's nothing else, I can manage to make shift with it--and
+feel a better man, sir," he added, as an after-thought. But I was
+already busy with my glass and that was not the hour for light talk.
+Yonder upon the port-bow a group of islands shaped on our horizon as
+shadows upon a glassy sea. I could espy a considerable cliff-land
+rising to the southward, and north of that the rocky spur of which I
+have made mention. The sun was setting behind us in a sky of orange and
+crimson, and it was wonderful to see the playful lights now giving
+veins of gold to the dark mass of the higher rocks, or washing over the
+shadows as a running water of flame. I have seen many beautiful sights
+upon the sea, in storm or tempest, God's weather or the devil's; but I
+shall never forget that sunset which brought me to Ken's Island on as
+strange an errand as ever commissioned a ship. The deep blue of the
+sky, the vastness of the horizon, the setting sun, the island's shaping
+out of the deep: these, and the curiosity which kept the glass ever at
+my eye, made an hour which a man might fear to tell of. True, I have
+sighted many a strange land in my time and have put up my glass for
+many an unknown shore; but yonder lay the home of Ruth Bellenden, and
+to-morrow's sun would tell me how it fared with her. I had sailed from
+England to learn as much.
+
+Now, Mr. Jacob, the first officer, had come up to the bridge while I
+was searching the shore for an anchorage, and he, who always was a
+prudent man, spoke up at once for laying to and leaving our business,
+whatever it was, until the morning.
+
+"You'll lose the light in ten minutes, and yon's a port I do not like
+the look of," said he. "Better go about, sir. Reefs don't get out of
+the way, even for a lady."
+
+"Mister Jacob," said I, for, little man that he was, he had a big wit
+in his own way, "the lady would be very glad to get out of the way of
+the reef, I'm thinking. However, that's for the morning. Here's Peter
+Bligh as pleased as any school-boy at the sight of land. Tell him that
+he isn't going ashore to-night, and he'll thank you nicely. Eh, Peter,
+are you, too, of Jacob's mind? Is it sea or shore, a glass in my cabin
+or what the natives will sell you in the log-cabins over yonder?" Peter
+Bligh shut up his glass with a snap.
+
+"I know the liquor, Mr. Begg," said he; "as the night is good to me,
+I'm of Mister Jacob's way of thinking. A sound bed and a clear head,
+and a fair wind for the morning--you'll see little of any woman, black
+or white, on yonder rock to-night."
+
+Jacob--his little eyes twinkling, as they always did at his own
+jokes--muttered the old proverb about choosing a wife by candle-light;
+but before any one could hear him a beacon shone out across the sea
+from some reef behind the main island I had noticed, and all eyes were
+turned anxiously to that. It was a queer place, truly, to set up a
+light, and I don't wonder that the men remarked it.
+
+"An odd kind of a lantern to help poor mariners," said Mister Jacob,
+sagely. "Being kind to it, sir, I should say that it's not more than a
+mile too much to the northward."
+
+"Lay your course by that, and a miracle won't carry you by the reef,"
+added Peter Bligh, sagaciously; "in my country, which is partly
+Ireland, sir, we put up notice-boards for the boys that ride bicycles:
+'This Hill is Dangerous.' Faith, in ould Oireland, they put 'em up at
+the bottom of the hills, which is useful entirely."
+
+Some of the crew, grouped about the ladder's foot, laughed at this;
+others began to mutter among themselves as though the beacon troubled
+them, and they did not like it. A seaman's the most superstitious
+creature that walks the earth or sails on the sea, as all the world
+knows. I could see the curiosity, which had followed my men from
+Southampton, was coming to a head here about twelve thousand miles from
+home.
+
+"Lads," cried I, quick to take the point up, "Mister Bligh says that an
+Irishman built yon light, and he knows, being a bit of a one himself.
+We're not going in by it, anyway, so you can ask questions to-morrow.
+There's a hundred pounds to be divided among you for your good
+behaviour outward, and there'll be another hundred when we make Calshot
+Light. To-night we'll find good sea-room, and leave their beacon to the
+lumber-heads that put it up. I thank you, lads, for honest work in an
+honest ship. Ask the purser for an extra tot of grog, and say the
+skipper told you to."
+
+They gave a hearty "Aye, aye, sir," to this, and without more ado we
+put the ship about and went dead slow against a stiff tide setting east
+by north-east. For my part, I reckoned this the time to tell my
+officers what my intentions were, and when I had called them into the
+cabin, leaving our "fourth"--a mere lad, but a good one--upon the
+bridge, I ordered Joe, the steward, to set the decanters upon the
+table. Mister Jacob, as usual, put on his glasses (which he always did
+in room or cabin, just as though he would read a book), but Peter Bligh
+sat with his cap between his knees and as foolish an expression upon
+his face as I have ever seen.
+
+"Now, gentlemen," I said, "no good talking in this world was ever done
+upon a dusty table, so we'll have a glass round and then to business.
+Mr. Bligh, I'm sure, will make no objection to that."
+
+"Faith, and I know when to obey my superior officer, captain. A glass
+round, and after that----"
+
+"Peter, Peter," said I, "'tis the 'after that' which sends many a good
+hulk to the bottom."
+
+"Not meaning to apply the term to Peter Bligh, but by way of what the
+landsmen call 'silime,'" said Mister Jacob.
+
+"'Simile' you mean, Mister Jacob. Well, it's all the same, and neither
+here nor there in the matter of a letter. The fact is, gentlemen, I
+wish you to know why I have sailed this ship to Ken's Archipelago, and
+under what circumstances I shall sail her home again."
+
+They pricked up their ears at this, Peter turning his cap nervously in
+his hands and Mister Jacob being busy with his glasses as he loves to
+be.
+
+"Yes," I went on, "you have behaved like true shipmates and spoken
+never a word which a man might not fairly speak. And now it's my duty
+to be open with you. Well, to cut it short, my lads, I've sailed to the
+Pacific because my mistress, Ruth Bellenden, asked me."
+
+They had known as much, I imagine, from the start; but while Mister
+Jacob pretended to be very much surprised, honest Peter raised his
+glass and drank to Mistress Ruth's good health.
+
+"God bless her," he said, "and may the day come when I ship along
+o' such a one again. Aye, you would have come out for her sake,
+captain--no other, I'm sure!"
+
+"She being Ruth Bellenden no longer, but the wife of a gentleman with a
+name none but a foreigner can spell," added Mister Jacob; and then he
+went on: "Well, you surprise me very much, captain--very much indeed.
+Matrimony is a choppy sea and queer things swim in it. But this--this I
+had not looked to hear."
+
+I knew that this was only Mister Jacob's way, and continued my story.
+
+"It was a promise to her upon her wedding day. Ten thousand pounds she
+left with her lawyers for this very purpose. 'My husband has strange
+ideas; I may not share them,' were her words to me. 'If his yacht
+should not be at the islands when I wish to visit Europe again, I
+should like you to find me a vessel in its place. I trust you, Jasper
+Begg,' she said; 'you will sail for Ken's Archipelago twelve months
+from today, and you will come to my house there, as you used to do in
+the old time, for orders. Perhaps I shall send you home again, perhaps
+I may like to have a yacht of my own once more. Who knows? I am quite
+alone in the world,' she said, laughing, 'though my brother is alive.
+And the Pacific Ocean is a long way from London--oh, such a long way,'
+she said, or something of that sort."
+
+"Aye, and right, too. A derned long way she meant, I don't doubt, if
+what was in her mind came out," puts in Peter at this.
+
+"Mr. Bligh," said I, "be pleased to hold your tongue until your opinion
+is asked. What I am telling you is a confidence which you two, and no
+others, share with me. To-morrow, as soon as daylight, I shall row
+ashore and ask to see Mme. Czerny, as I suppose I must call little Ruth
+now. If she says, 'Go home again,' very well, home we go with good
+wages in our pockets. If she says 'Stay,' there's not a man on board
+this ship that will not stay willingly--she being married to a
+foreigner, which all the world knows is not the same as being married
+to an Englishman----"
+
+"To say nothing of an Irishman," said Peter Bligh, whose mother was
+from Dublin and whose father was named sometimes for a man of
+Rotherhithe and at other times put down to any country which it suited
+Peter to boast about.
+
+"Edmond Czerny was a Hungarian," said I, "and he played the fiddle
+wonderful. What mad idea took him for a honeymoon to Ken's Island, the
+Lord only knows. They say he was many years in America. I know nothing
+about him, save that he had a civil tongue and manners to catch a young
+girl's fancy. She was only twenty-two when she married him, Mister
+Jacob."
+
+"Old enough to know better--quite old enough to know better. Not that I
+would say anything against Ruth Bellenden, not a word. It's the woman's
+part to play the capers, sir, and we poor mortal men to be took by
+them. Howsomever, since there was a fiddle in it, I've nothing more to
+say."
+
+We laughed at Mister Jacob's notion, and Peter Bligh said what it was
+in my heart to say:
+
+"Saving that if Ruth Bellenden needs a friend, she'll find twenty-six
+aboard this ship, to say nothing of the cook's boy and the dog. You've
+a nice mind, Mister Jacob, but you've a deal to larn when it comes to
+women. My poor old father, who hailed from Shoreham----"
+
+"It was Newport yesterday, Peter."
+
+"Aye, so it were--so it were. But, Newport or Shoreham, he'd a precious
+good notion of the sex, and what he said I'll stand by. 'Get 'em on
+their feet to the music,' says he, 'and you can lead 'em anywheres.'
+'Tis Gospel truth that, Mister Jacob."
+
+"But a man had better mind his steps," said I. "For my part, I
+shouldn't be surprised if Ruth Bellenden's husband gave us the cold
+shoulder to-morrow and sent us about our business. However, the sea's
+free to all men, lads, and the morn will show. By your leave we'll have
+a bit of supper and after that turn in. We shall want all our wits
+about us when daylight comes." They agreed to this, and without further
+parley we went on deck and heard what the lad "Dolly" Venn had to tell
+us. It was full dark now and the islands were hidden from our view. The
+beacon shone with a steady white glare which, under the circumstances,
+was almost uncanny. I asked the lad if he had sighted any ships in
+towards the land or if signals had been made. He answered me that no
+ship had passed in or out nor any rocket been fired. "And I do believe,
+sir," he said, "that we shall find the harbour on the far sight of
+yonder height."
+
+"The morning will show us, lad," said I; "go down to your supper, for I
+mean to take this watch myself." They left me on the bridge. The wind
+had fallen until it was scarce above a moan in the shrouds. I stood
+watching the beacon as a man who watches the window light of one who
+has been dear to him.
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+WE GO ASHORE AND LEARN STRANGE THINGS
+
+I have told how it came about that I sailed for Ken's Island, and now I
+shall tell what happened when I went ashore to find Ruth Bellenden.
+
+We put off from the ship at six bells in the morning watch. Dolly Venn,
+who was rated as fourth officer, was with me in the launch, and Harry
+Doe, the boatswain, at the tiller. I left Mister Jacob on the bridge,
+and gave him my orders to stand in-shore as near as might be, and to
+look for my coming at sunset--no later. "Whatever passes," said I, "the
+night will find me on board again. I trust to bring you good news,
+Mister Jacob--the best news."
+
+"Which would be that we were to 'bout ship and home again," says he;
+and that I did not contradict.
+
+Now, we were to the westward of the island when we put off, and neither
+my glass nor the others showed any good landing there. As the launch
+drew in towards the cliffs I began to get the lie of the place more
+clearly; and especially of what I call the mainland, which was
+wonderfully fresh and green in the sunlight and seemed to have some of
+the tropic luxuriance of more southern islands. About four miles long,
+I judged it to be, from the high black rock to which it rose at the
+southward point, to the low dog's-nosed reef which defended it to the
+north. Trees I could see, palms and that kind, and ripe green grasses
+on a stretch of real down-like land; but the cliffs themselves were
+steep and unpromising, and the closer we drew the less I liked the look
+of it.
+
+"Dolly, my lad," I said at last, "you were the wise one, after all.
+Yon's no shore for an honest man; he being made like a man and not like
+an eagle. Let's try the starboard tack and see what luck will send us."
+
+We headed the launch almost due south, and began to round the headland.
+The men were elated, they didn't know at what; Dolly Venn had a boy's
+delight in the difficulty.
+
+"An ugly shore, sir," he said, pleased at my compliment. "A very ugly
+shore. It would be a bad night which found a ship in these parts and no
+better light than the fool's beacon we saw yesterday."
+
+"As true as the parson's word," said I, "but, ugly or beautiful, I'll
+be up on those heights before twelve o'clock if I have to swim ashore.
+And speaking of that," said I, "there are men up yonder, or I'm a
+Dutchman!" Well, he clapped his glass to his eye and searched the green
+grass land as I had done; but the light was overstrong and the cliff
+quickly shut the view from us, so that we found ourselves presently in
+the loom of vast black rocks, with the tide running like a whirlpool,
+and a great sword-fish reef a mile from the shore, perhaps, to catch
+any fool that didn't want sea room. I took the tiller myself from this
+point, and standing well out I brought the launch round gingerly
+enough, but the water was deep and good once we were on the lee side;
+and no sooner did we head north again than I espied the cove and knew
+where Ruth Bellenden had gone ashore.
+
+"It's there, lad," said I, "yonder, where the sand sparkles. There'll
+be a way up the cliff and good anchorage. No one but an Irishman would
+buy an island without a harbour; you tell Mr. Bligh that when we go
+aboard again."
+
+"Mr. Bligh says he's only Irish on the mother's side, sir; that's what
+makes him bighearted towards the women. He'll be dying to come ashore
+if there are any petticoats hereabouts."
+
+"They haven't much use for that same garment on the Pacific Islands,"
+said I. "Peter can marry cheap here, if it's the milliners' bills he's
+minding--but I doubt, lad, from the look of it, whether we'll find a
+jewel in this port. It's a wild-looking place, to be sure it is."
+
+Indeed, and it was. Viewed from the eastward sea, I call Ken's Island
+the most fearsome place I have come across in all my fifteen years
+afloat. Vast cliffs, black and green and crystal, rose up sheer from
+the water in precipices for all the world like mighty steps. By here
+and there, as the ground sloped away to the northward, there were
+forests of teak (at least, I judged them to be that), pretty woods with
+every kind of palm, green valleys and grassy pastures. The sands of the
+cove were white as snow, and shone like so many precious stones pounded
+up to make a sea beach. On the north side only was there barrenness--
+for that seemed but a tongue of low land and black rock thrust straight
+out into the sea. But elsewhere it was a spectacle to impress a man;
+and I began, perhaps, to admit that Edmond Czerny had more than a
+crank's whim in his mind when he took little Ruth Bellenden to such a
+shore for her honeymoon. He had a fancy for wild places, said I, and
+this was the very spot for him. But Miss Ruth, who had always been one
+for the towns and cities and the bright things of life--what did she
+think of it? I should learn that, if she were ashore yonder. Now, we
+put straight in to the cove where the silver sand was, and no sooner
+was I ashore than I espied a rickety wooden ladder rising almost
+straight up to the cliff's head, which hereabouts was no more than
+sixty feet high. Neither man nor beast was on the beach, nor did I make
+out any sign of human habitation whatever. It was just a little sandy
+bay, lone and desolate; but directly I slipped out of the launch I
+discovered footprints leading to the ladder's foot, and I knew that men
+had gone up before me, that very morning it must be, seeing that the
+tide had ebbed and the sand was still wet. At another time I might have
+asked myself why nobody came out to meet us, and why there was no
+lookout for the island to hail a strange ship in the offing; but I was
+too eager to go ashore, and, for that matter, had my feet on the sand
+almost before the launch grounded.
+
+"Do you, Dolly, come up with me," said I; "the others will stand by to
+anchor until we come down again. If it's not in an hour, lads, go back
+and get your dinners; but look for me at sunset anyway, for I've no
+mind to sleep ashore, and that you may be sure of."
+
+They took the orders and pushed the launch off. Dolly and I ran up the
+crazy ladder and found ourselves at the cliff's head, but no better off
+in the matter of seeing than we had been before. True, the launch
+looked far down, like a toy ship in a big basin of blue water; we could
+distinguish the sword-fish reef, as the lad called it, and other reefs
+to the east and north, but the place we stood on was shut in by a black
+wood of teak and blue ebony, and, save for the rustling of the great
+leaves, we couldn't hear a sound. As for the path through the
+plantation, that was covered with long, rank grass, and some pit or
+other--I don't know what it was--gave a pungent, heavy odour which
+didn't suit a seaman's lungs. I was set against the place from the
+first--didn't like it, and told the lad as much.
+
+"Dolly," said I, "the sooner we have a ship's planking under our feet
+again the better for our constitutions. If there's a house in this
+locality, the ladder is the road to it, unless one of Peter Bligh's
+countrymen built it. Put your best foot foremost, my lad. We'll dine
+early if we don't lunch late."
+
+With this I struck the path through the wood and went straight on, not
+listening to the lad's chatter nor making any myself. The shade was
+welcome enough; there were pretty places for those that had eyes to see
+them--waterfalls splashing down from the moss-grown rocks above; little
+pools, dark and wonderfully blue; here and there a bit of green, which
+might have been the lawn of a country house. But of dwelling or of
+people I saw nothing, and to what the boy fancied that he saw I paid no
+heed.
+
+"You're dreaming it, young gentleman," said I, "for look now, who
+should be afraid of two unarmed seamen, and why should any honest man
+be ashamed to show his face? If there are men peeping behind the trees,
+well, let them peep, and good luck go with them. It doesn't trouble me,
+and I don't suppose it will take your appetite away. You aren't afraid
+of them, surely?"
+
+It was an unkind thing to have said, and the lad rightly turned upon
+me.
+
+"Why, sir," cried he, "I would never be afraid while I was with you."
+
+"Proudly put, my boy, and a compliment I won't forget. What sort of men
+did you say that they were?"
+
+"One was old, with a goat's beard. He wore ragged breeches and a
+seaman's blouse. I saw him directly we entered the wood. The others
+were up in the hills above the waterfall. They carried rifles."
+
+"Come, come, Dolly," exclaimed I. "Put them in Prussian blue at once,
+and fly the German ensign. Rifles in a place like this--and two unarmed
+strangers against them! Why should the rogues hide their beautiful
+faces? If they would know all about us, what's to prevent them? Do we
+look like highwaymen or honest fellows? Be sure, my lad, that the young
+lady I am going to see wouldn't have any blacklegs about her house.
+Ruth Bellenden's too clever for that. She'd send them about their
+business quick enough, as she's sent many a one when I was the skipper
+of her yacht. Did they tell you that, Dolly--that your skipper used to
+sail the smartest schooner-yacht that ever flew the ensign----"
+
+The boy looked up at me and admitted frankly that he knew something.
+
+"They said the young lady owned the Manhattan, sir. I never asked much
+about it. The men were fond of her, I believe."
+
+"Adored her, lad. She was the daughter of Rupert Bellenden, who made a
+mint of money by building the Western American Railroad, and afterwards
+in the steel way. He was drowned at sea when the Elbe went down. His
+son got the business, but the daughter took the house and fortune--at
+least, the best part of it. She was always a rare one for the sea, and
+owned a biggish boat in her father's time. When he died she bought the
+Manhattan, more's the pity, for it carried her to Mediterranean ports,
+and there she took up with the fiddler. He was a Chevalier or
+something, and could look a woman through and through. What money he
+had was made, the Lord knows where, not out of fiddling, I'll be bound,
+for his was no music to set the tongue lilting. He'd been in the
+Pacific a while, they say, and was a Jack-of-all-trades in America.
+That's how he came across these islands, you may imagine--slap in the
+sea-way to Yokohama as they are. There's been many a good ship ashore
+on Ken's Island, lad, believe me, and there'll be many another. 'Tis no
+likely place to bring a young wife to, and none but a madman would have
+done it."
+
+I told him all this just in a natural way, as one man speaking to
+another of something which troubled his mind. Not that he made much of
+it--how should he?--for there were a hundred things to look at, and his
+eyes were here and there and everywhere; now up at the great black
+rocks above us; now peering into a deep gorge, over which a little
+wooden bridge carried us, just for all the world like a scaffold thrown
+from tree to tree of the wood. It was a rare picture, I admit, and when
+we came out of the thicket at last and saw the lower island spread
+before us like a chart, with its fields of crimson flowers, its
+waterfalls, its bits of pasture, and its blue seas beyond, a man might
+well have stood to tell himself that Nature never made a fairer place.
+For my part, I began to believe again that Edmond Czerny knew what he
+was about when he built a house for Miss Ruth on such a spot; and I was
+just about to tell the lad as much when a man came running up the path
+and, hailing us in a loud voice, asked us where the devil we were going
+to--or something not more civil. And, at this, I brought to and looked
+him up and down and answered him as a seaman should.
+
+"To the devil yourself," said I; "what's that to do with you, and what
+may your name happen to be?"
+
+He was a big man, dressed in blue serge, with a peak cap and a seaman's
+blouse. He had a long brown beard and a pock-marked face, and he
+carried a spy-glass under his arm. He had come up from the grassy
+valley below--and there I first saw the roof of a low bungalow, and the
+gardens about it. That was Ruth's home, I said, and this fellow was one
+of Czerny's yacht hands.
+
+"Not so fast, not so fast," cried he; "do you know that this is private
+land, and you've no business ashore here?"
+
+"Why," says I, "haven't we come ashore to see you, my beauty, and
+doesn't the spectacle reward us? 'Bout ship," says I, "and have done
+with it. My business is with your mistress, whom I knew before your
+brother was hanged at 'Frisco."
+
+He swore a big oath at this, and, I do believe, was half of the mind to
+try which was the better man; but when he had looked down at the
+gardens of the bungalow, and a white figure was plainly to be seen
+there, he seemed to think better of it, and changed his tone entirely.
+
+"Avast," cries he, with a bit of a laugh, "you're one of the right
+sort, and no mistaking that! And where would you be from, and what
+would you be wanting here?" he asks, grown civil as a bagman with a bit
+of ribbon to sell.
+
+"Shipmate," says I, "if I'm one of the right sort, my port's
+Southampton and my flag's the ensign. Take me down to Mme. Czerny, whom
+I see among the flower-beds yonder, and you shall know enough about me
+in five minutes to bring the tears to your beautiful eyes. And come,"
+says I, chaffing him, "are there any girls in this bit of a paradise?
+If so," says I, "I should call 'em lucky when I look at you."
+
+Well, he took it sourly enough, but I could see he was mighty curious
+to hear more about me, and as we went down a winding path to the
+bungalow in the valley he put many questions to me, and I tried to
+answer them civilly. Like all seamen he had no silent wits of his own,
+and every word he thought, that he must speak.
+
+"The guv'nor's not here," he said; "gone to 'Frisco. Lucky for you, for
+he don't like strangers. Aye," he goes on, "he's a wonderful man for
+his own way; to be sure he is. You'll be aboard and away before sunset,
+or you might see him. Take my advice and put about. The shore's
+unwholesome," says he.
+
+"By the looks of you," says I, "you've nothing more than jaundice, and
+that I can put up with. As for your guv'nor, I remember him well when
+he and I did the light fandango together in European ports. He was
+always a wonder with the fiddle. My mistress could lead him like a
+pug-dog. I don't doubt she's a bit of a hand at it still."
+
+Now, this set him thinking, and he put two and two together, I suppose,
+and knew pretty well who I was.
+
+"You'll be Jasper Begg that sailed the lady's yacht Manhattan?" says
+he. "Well, I've heard of you often, and from her own lips. She'll be
+pleased to see you, right enough--though what the guv'nor might say is
+another matter. You see," he went on, "this same island is a paradise,
+sure as thunder; but it's lonely for women-kind, and your mistress, she
+don't take to it kindly. Not that she's complaining, or anything of
+that sort. A lady who has rings for her fingers and bells for her toes,
+and all real precious, same as any duchess might wear, she don't
+complain long. Why, my guv'nor could make his very teeth out of diamonds
+and not miss 'em, come to that! But his missus is always plaguing him
+to take her to Europe, and that game. As if he don't want a wife in his
+own home, and not in another man's, which is sense, Mister Begg, though
+it is spoke by a plain seaman."
+
+I said, "Aye, aye," and held my tongue, knowing that he would go on
+with it. We were almost down at the house now, and the cliffs stood
+like a great cloud of solid rock, above which a loom of smoke was
+floating. Dolly walked at my heels like a patient dog. My own feelings
+are not for me to tell. I was going to see Ruth Bellenden again. Why,
+she was there in yonder garden, and nothing between us but this great
+hulking yellow boy, who took to buttonholing me as a parson buttonholes
+his churchwarden when he wants a new grate in his drawing-room.
+
+"Now," says he, standing before me as one who had half a mind to block
+the road, "you be advised by me, Mister Begg, and cut this job short.
+Don't you be listening to a woman's parley, for it's all nonsense. I've
+done wrong to let you ashore, perhaps--perhaps I haven't; but, ashore
+or afloat, it's my business to see that the guv'nor's orders is carried
+out, and carried out they will be, one man or twenty agen 'em. Do you
+take a plain word or do you not, Mister Begg?"
+
+"I take whatever's going, and don't trouble about the sugar," says I;
+and then, putting him aside, I lifted the latch of the garden gate, and
+went in and saw Miss Ruth.
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+IN WHICH JASPER BEGG MAKES UP HIS MIND WHAT TO DO
+
+Now, she was sitting in the garden, in a kind of arbour built of
+leaves, and near by her was her relative, the rats'-tailed old lady we
+used to call Aunt Rachel. The pair didn't see me as I passed in, but a
+Chinese servant gave "Good-day" to the yellow man we'd picked up coming
+down; and, at that, Miss Ruth--for so I call her, not being able to get
+Mme. Czerny into my head--Miss Ruth, I say, stood up, and, the colour
+tumbling into her cheeks like the tide into an empty pool, she stood
+for all the world as though she were struck dumb and unable to say a
+word to any man. I, meanwhile, fingered my hat and looked foolish; for
+it was an odd kind of job to have come twelve thousand miles upon, and
+what to say to her with the hulking seaman at my elbow, the Lord
+forgive me if I knew.
+
+"Miss Ruth," says I at last, "I'm here according to orders, and the
+ship's here, and we're waiting for you to go aboard----"
+
+Well, she seemed to hear me like one who did not catch the meaning of
+it. I saw her put her hand to her throat as though something were
+choking her, and the old lady, the one we called Aunt Rachel, cried,
+"God bless me," two or three times together. But the yellow man was the
+next to speak, and he crossed right over to our Miss Ruth's side, and
+talked in her ear in a voice you could have heard up at the hills.
+
+"You'll not be going aboard to-day, lady. Why, what would the master
+have to say, he coming home from foreign parts and you not ashore to
+meet him? You didn't say nothing about any ship, not as I can remember,
+and mighty pleased the guv'nor will be when he knows about it. Shall I
+tell this party he'd better be getting aboard again, eh, ma'am? Don't
+you think as he'd better be getting aboard again?"
+
+He shouted this out for all the world like a man hailing from one ship
+to another. I don't know what put it into my head, but I knew from that
+moment that my mistress was afraid, aye, deadly afraid, as it is given
+few to fear in this life. Not that she spoke of it, or showed it by any
+sign a stranger might have understood; but there was a look in her eyes
+which was clear to me; "and by my last word," said I to myself, "I'll
+know the truth this day, though there be one or a hundred yellow boys!"
+None the less, I held my tongue as a wise man should, and what I said
+was spoken to the party with the beard.
+
+"You've a nice soft voice for a nightingale, that you have," says I;
+"if you'd let yourself out for a fog-horn to the Scilly Isles, you'd go
+near to make your fortune! Is the young lady deaf that you want to bawl
+like a harbour-master? Easy, my man," says I, "you'll hurt your
+beautiful throat."
+
+Well, he turned round savage enough, but my mistress, who had stood all
+the while like a statue, spoke now for the first time, and holding out
+both her hands to me, she cried:
+
+"Oh, Captain Begg, Captain Begg, is it you at last, to walk right here
+like this? I can't believe it," she said; "I really can't believe it!"
+
+"Why, that's so," said I, catching her American accent, which was the
+prettiest thing you ever heard; "I'm on the way to 'Frisco, and I put
+in here according to my promise. My ship's out yonder, Miss Ruth, and
+there's some aboard that knows you--Peter Bligh and Mister Jacob; and
+this one, this is little Dolly Venn," said I, presenting him, "though
+he'll grow bigger by-and-bye."
+
+With this I pushed the boy forward, and he, all silly and blushing as
+sailors will be when they see a pretty woman above their station--he
+took her hand and heaved it like a pump-handle; while old Aunt Rachel,
+the funny old woman in the glasses, she began to talk a lot of nonsense
+about seamen, as she always did, and for a minute or two we might have
+been a party of friends met at a street corner.
+
+"I'm glad to find you well, Captain Begg," said she. "Such a dangerous
+life, too, the mariner's. I always pity you poor fellows when you climb
+the rattlesnakes on winter's nights."
+
+"Ratlins, you mean, ma'am," said I, "though for that matter, a syllable
+or two don't count either way. And I hope you're not poorly, ma'am, on
+this queer shore."
+
+"I like the island," says she, solemn and stiff-like; "my dear nephew
+is an eccentric, but we must take our bread as we find it on this
+earth, Mister Begg, and thankful for it too. Poor Ruth, now, she is
+dreadfully distressed and unhappy; but I tell her it will all come
+right in the end. Let her be patient a little while and she will have
+her own way. She wants for nothing here--she has every comfort. If her
+husband chooses such a home for her, she must submit. It is our duty to
+submit to our husbands, captain, as the catechism teaches us."
+
+"Aye, when you've got 'em," thought I, but I nodded my head to the old
+lady, and turned to my mistress, who was now speaking to me.
+
+"You'll lunch here; why, yes, captain--you mustn't find us
+inhospitable, even if you leave us at once. Mr. Denton, will you please
+to tell them that Captain Begg lunches with me--as soon as possible?"
+
+She turned to the yellow man to give him the order; but there was no
+mistaking the look which passed between them, saying on her side:
+"Allow me to do this," on his, "You will suffer for it afterwards." But
+he went up to the veranda of the house right enough, and while he was
+bawling to the cook, I spoke the first plain word to Mme. Czerny.
+
+"Mistress," I said, "the ship's there--shall we go or stay?"
+
+I had meant it to be the plain truth between us; on her part the
+confession whether she needed me or did not; on mine the will to serve
+her whatever might happen to me. To my dying day, I shall never forget
+her answer.
+
+"Go," she said, so low that it was little more than a whisper, "but,
+oh, for God's sake, Jasper Begg, come back to me again."
+
+I nodded my head and turned the talk. The man Denton, the one with the
+yellow beard (rated as Kess Denton on the island), was back at my side
+almost before she had finished. The old lady began to talk about
+"curling-spikes" and "blue Saint Peters," and how much the anchor
+weighed, and all that sort of blarney which she thought ship-shape and
+suited to a poor sailor-man's understanding. I told her a story of a
+shark that swallowed a missionary and his hymn-book, and always swam
+round our ship at service times afterwards--and that kept her thinking
+a bit. As for little Dolly Venn, he couldn't keep his eyes off Miss
+Ruth--and I didn't wonder, for mine went that way pretty often. Aye,
+she had changed, too, in those twelve months that had passed since last
+I saw her, the prettiest bride that ever held out a finger for a ring
+in the big church at Nice. Her cheeks were all fallen away and flushed
+with a colour which was cruelly unhealthy to see. The big blue eyes,
+which I used to see full of laughter and a young girl's life, were
+ringed round with black, and pitiful when they looked at you. The hair
+parted above the forehead, as it always was, and brought down in curls
+above her little ears, didn't seem to me so full of golden threads as
+it used to be. But it was good to hear her plucky talk, there at the
+dinner-table, when she chattered away like some sweet-singing bird, and
+Dolly couldn't turn away his eyes, and the yellow boy stood, sour and
+savage, behind her chair, and threw out hints for me to sheer off which
+might have moved the Bass Rock. Not that he need have troubled himself,
+for I had made up my mind already what to do; and no sooner was the
+food stowed away than I up and spoke about the need of getting on
+again, and such like. And with that I said "Good-bye" to Mistress Ruth
+and "Good-bye" to the old woman, and had a shot left in my locker for
+the yellow boy, which I don't doubt pleased him mightily.
+
+"Good luck to you," says I; "if you'd a wisp of your hair, I'd put it
+in my locket and think of you sometimes. When you want anything from
+London you just shout across the sea and we'll be hearing you.
+Deadman's Horn is nothing to you," said I; "you'd scare a ship out of
+the sea, if you wasn't gentle to her."
+
+Mind you, I said all this as much to put him off as anything else, for
+I'd been careful enough to blab no word about the Southern Cross being
+Miss Ruth's very own ship, nor about her orders that we should call at
+Ken's Island; and I knew that when a man's angry at what you say to him
+he doesn't think much of two and two making four, but as often as not
+makes them eight or ten. May-be, said I, he'll make it out that I'm on
+a tramp bound for 'Frisco and have touched here on the way--and
+certainly he won't look for my coming back again once he sees our smoke
+on the sky-line. Nor was I wrong. My mistress was to tell me that much
+before twelve hours had passed.
+
+And so it was that I said "Good-bye" to her, she standing at the
+garden-gate with a brave smile upon her pretty face, and the yellow man
+behind her like a savage dog that is afraid to bite, but has all the
+mind to. At the valley's head I turned about, and she was still there,
+looking up wistfully to the hills we trod. Thrice I waved my hand to
+her, and thrice she answered, and then together, the lad and I, we
+entered the dark wood and saw her no more.
+
+"Your best leg forward, lad," said I to him, "and mum's the word.
+There's work to do on the ship, and work ashore for a woman's sake. Are
+you game for that, Dolly--are you game, my boy?"
+
+Well, he didn't answer me. Some one up in the black gorge above fired a
+rifle just as I spoke; and the bullet came singing down like a bird on
+the wing. Not a soul could I see, not a sound could I hear when the
+rolling echoes had passed away. It was just the silence of the thicket
+and of the great precipices which headed it--a silence which might
+freeze a man's heart because the danger which threatened him was
+hidden.
+
+"Crouch low to the rocks, lad, and go easy," cried I, when my wits came
+back again; "that's a tongue it doesn't do to quarrel with. The dirty
+skunks--to fire on unarmed men! But we'll return it, Dolly; as I live
+I'll fire a dozen for every one they send us."
+
+"Return it, sir," says he; "but aren't you going aboard?"
+
+"Aye," says I, "and coming back again like drift on an open sea. Now
+let me see you skip across that bridge, and no mistake about it."
+
+He darted across the chasm's bridge like a chamois. I followed him
+quick and clumsy. If my heart was in my mouth--well, let that pass. Not
+for my own sake did I fear mortal man that day, but for the sake of a
+woman whose very life I believed to be in danger.
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+WE GO ABOARD, BUT RETURN AGAIN
+
+We made the ship safely when twenty minutes were passed, and ten
+minutes later, Mister Jacob and Peter Bligh were in my cabin with me.
+
+"Lads," I said, for it was not a day when a man picked his talk;
+"lads," said I, "this ship goes full steam ahead for 'Frisco, and
+you'll be wanting to know the reason why. Well, that's right and
+proper. Let me tell you that she's steaming to 'Frisco because it's the
+shortest way to Ken's Island."
+
+They looked queer at this, but my manner kept them silent. Every man
+aboard the Southern Cross had heard the gun fired up in the hills, and
+every one knew that Dolly Venn and the skipper had raced for their
+lives to the water's edge. "What next?" they asked; and I meant to tell
+them.
+
+"Yes," said I, "the shortest way to Ken's Island, and no mistake about
+it. For what does a man do when he sees some one in a house and the
+front door's slammed in his face? Why, he goes to the back door
+certainly, and for choice when the night's dark and the blinds are
+down. That's what I'm going to do this night, lads, for the sake of a
+bit of a girl you and I would sail far to serve."
+
+They said, "Aye, aye," and drew their chairs closer. The men had been
+piped down to dinner, but Peter Bligh forgot his, and that was
+extraordinary peculiar in him. Mister Jacob took snuff as though it
+were chocolate powder, and the whole of a man spoke from his little
+eyes.
+
+"Listen," said I, beginning to tell them what you know already, "here
+have we sailed twelve thousand miles at Ruth Bellenden's order, and how
+does she receive us? Why, with a nod she might give a neighbour going
+by in the street----"
+
+"They not being on speaking terms except in church," put in Peter
+Bligh.
+
+"Or she wishing him to get on with his business," said Mister Jacob,
+"and not to gossip when there was work to do."
+
+"Be that as it may," I ran on, "the facts are as plain to me as eight
+bells for noon. Ruth Bellenden's married to a foreigner who's next door
+to a madman. Why, look at it--what was the only word she had the time
+or the chance to say? 'For God's sake, come back, Jasper Begg,' says
+she. And what am I going to do upon that, gentlemen? Why, I'm going
+back, so help me heaven, this very night to learn her trouble."
+
+"And to bring her aboard where she could tell it on a fair course, so
+to speak. You'll do that, sir?"
+
+"The night will show what I shall do, Mister Jacob. Was there ever such
+a story? A man to marry the best creature that ever put on a pretty
+bonnet, and to carry her to a god-forsaken shore like this! And to
+ill-treat her there! Aye, that's it. If ever a woman's eyes spoke to
+me of hard treatment, it was Ruth Bellenden's this morning. She's some
+trouble, lads, some dreadful trouble. She doesn't even speak of it to
+me. The yellow boy I've made mention of stood by her all the time. We
+talked like two that pass by on the ocean. Who'll gainsay that it was
+an unnatural thing? No mortal man can, with reason!"
+
+"Aye, there's precious little reason in it, by what I make out,
+captain. You'll know more when the young lady's aboard here----"
+
+"And the yellow boy's head has a bump on the top of it, like the knob
+what used to hang down from my mother's chandelay--but that's idle
+talking. What time do you put her about to go ashore, sir?"
+
+I was glad to see them coming to it like this, and I fell to the plan
+without further parley.
+
+"A fair question and a fair answer," said I; "this ship goes about at
+eight bells, Peter. To Mister Jacob here I trust the safety of the good
+fellows who go ashore with me. If we can bring the mistress aboard
+to-night, well and good, we've done the best day's work we ever set our
+hands to. If not, that work must rest until tomorrow night, or the
+night after or the night after that. Eight days from now if it happens
+that nothing is heard from the land and no news of us, well, the course
+is plain. In that case it will be full steam ahead to 'Frisco, and from
+there a cable to Kenrick Bellenden, and the plain intimation that his
+sister has pretty bad need of him on Ken's Island."
+
+"And of an American warship, if one is forthcoming."
+
+"It may be, Mister Jacob; it may be that, though the devils ashore
+there are the only ones that could tell you that. But you're a man of
+understanding, and your part will be done. I rely upon you as between
+shipmates."
+
+He took a pinch of snuff, and flapping his coat-tails (for he was
+always rigged out in the naval officer way) he answered what I wished.
+
+"As between shipmates, I will do my duty," said he.
+
+"I knew it; I've known it from the beginning," said I. "What's left
+when you've done is the shore part, and that's not so easy. Peter
+Bligh's coming, and I couldn't well leave Dolly on board. Give me our
+hulking carpenter, Seth Barker, and I'll lighten the ship no more.
+We're short-handed as it is. And, besides, if four won't serve, then
+forty would be no better. What we can do yonder, wits, and not
+revolvers, must bring about. But I'll not go with sugar-sticks, you
+take my word for it, and any man that points a gun at me will wish he'd
+gone shooting sheep."
+
+"Aye, aye, to that," cried Peter, who was ever a man for a fight; "the
+shooting first and the civil words after. That's sense and no blarney.
+When my poor father was tried at Swansea, his native place, for hitting
+an Excise man with a ham----"
+
+"Mr. Bligh," cried I, "'tis not with hams you'll be hitting folks
+yonder, take my word for it. This job may find us on a child's errand
+or it may find us doing men's work. Eight bells on the first watch will
+tell the whole of the story. Until that time I shall hold my tongue
+about it, but I don't go ashore as I go to a picnic, and I don't make a
+boast about what I may presently cry out about."
+
+Well, they were both of my way of thinking, and when we'd talked a
+little more about it, and I'd opened the arm-chest and looked over the
+few guns and pistols we'd got there, and we'd called the lad Dolly down
+and promised him that he should come with us, and the men had been
+given to understand that the skipper was to go ashore by-and-bye on an
+important business, Peter and the others went to their dinner and I
+took my turn on the bridge. The swell was running strongly then, and
+the wind blew fresh from the north-east. We'd lost all sight of the
+island, and spoke but one ship, a small mail steamer from Santa Cruz
+bound for the Yellow Sea, which signalled us "All well" at six bells in
+the afternoon watch. From that time I went dead slow and began to bring
+the Southern Cross about. The work was begun that very hour, I always
+say.
+
+Now, I've told all this, short and brief, and with no talk of my own
+about it. The thing had come so sudden, I knew so little of Ruth
+Bellenden's trouble or of what had befallen her on the island, that I
+was like a man in the dark groping blindly, yet set on hearing the
+truth. As for the crew, well, you may be sure that Dolly Venn had put
+his side of the story about, and when they knew that my mistress was
+ashore there and in some danger, I believe they'd have put me in irons
+if I'd so much as spoken of going back.
+
+Risky it was, so much I won't deny; but who wouldn't risk more than his
+own paltry skin to save a woman in trouble, and she, so to speak, a
+shipmate? There was not a man aboard, stake my life, who wouldn't have
+gone to the land willingly for Ruth Bellenden's sake though he'd been
+told, sure and certain, that Ken's Island must be his grave. And we'd
+always the ship, mind you, and the knowledge that she would go to
+'Frisco to get us help. A fool's hope, I say now. For how could we know
+that the Southern Cross would be at the bottom of the sea, a thousand
+fathoms down, before the week was run? We couldn't know it; yet that
+was what happened, and that is why no help came to us.
+
+We had put the ship about at six bells in the afternoon watch, but it
+was eight bells in the second dog (the night being too clear for my
+liking and a full moon showing bright in the sky) that we sighted Ken's
+Island for the second time, and for the second time prepared to go
+ashore. The longboat was ready by this time, her barrels full of water
+and her lockers full of biscuit. Such arms as we were to carry were
+partly stowed in water-proof sheeting--the rifles, and the cartridges
+for them; but the revolvers we carried, and a good Sheffield knife a
+man, which we weren't going to cut potatoes with. For the rest, I made
+them put in a few stout blankets, and more rations than might have
+served for such a trip. "Good beginnings make good endings," said I;
+"what we haven't need of, lads, we can carry aboard again. The
+longboat's back won't ache, be sure of it."
+
+All this, I say, was done when the moon showed us the island like a
+great barren rock rising up sheer from the sea. And when it was done,
+Mister Jacob called my attention to something which in the hurry of
+shore-going I might never have seen at all or thought about. It was
+nothing less than this--that their fool's beacon was out to-night, and
+all the sea about it as black as ink. Whoever set up the light, then,
+did not use it for a seaman's benefit, but for his own whim. I reckoned
+up the situation at a glance, and even at that early stage I began to
+know the terrible meaning of it.
+
+"Mister Jacob," said I, "those that keep that beacon are either fools
+or knaves."
+
+"Or both, sir," said he.
+
+"Which one is the own brother to the other. Aye, captain, 'tis lucky
+ye've the parish lantern, as my poor father used to say when----"
+
+But Peter Bligh never finished it that night. The words were still in
+his mouth when a rocket shot up over the sea and bursting in a cloud of
+gold-blue sparks, cast a weird, cold light upon rock and reef and all
+that troubled sea. And as the rocket fell our big carpenter, Seth
+Barker, standing aft by the hatch, cries out,
+
+"Ship ashore! Ship ashore, by----!"
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+STRANGE SIGHTS ASHORE, AND WHAT WE SAW OF THEM
+
+Now, when Seth Barker cried out that a ship was ashore on the dangerous
+reefs to the northward of the main island, it is not necessary to tell
+you what we, a crew of British seamen, were called upon to do. The
+words were scarcely spoken before I had given the order, "Stand by the
+boats," and sent every man to his station. Excited the hands were, that
+I will not deny; excited and willing enough to tell you about it if
+you'd asked them; but no man among them opened his lips, and while they
+stood there, anxious and ready, I had my glass to my eye and tried to
+make out the steamer and what had befallen her. Nor was Mister Jacob
+behind me, but he and Peter Bligh at my side, we soon knew the truth
+and made up our minds about it.
+
+"There's a ship on the reef, sure enough, and by the cut of her she's
+the Santa Cruz we spoke this afternoon," said Mr. Jacob, and added, "a
+dangerous shore, sir, a dangerous shore."
+
+"But full of kind-hearted people that fire their guns at poor
+shipwrecked mariners," put in Peter Bligh. I wouldn't believe him at
+first, but there was no denying it, awful truth that it was, when a few
+minutes had passed.
+
+"Good God," cried I, "it can't be so, Peter, and yet that's a rifle's
+tongue, or I've lost my hearing."
+
+Well, we all stood together and listened as men listen for some poor
+creature's death-cry, or the sounds which come in the stillness of the
+night to affright and unnerve us. Sure enough, you couldn't have
+counted ten before the report of guns was heard distinctly above the
+distant roar of breakers; while flashes of crimson light, playing about
+the reef, seemed to tell the whole story without another word from me.
+
+"Those devils ashore are shooting the crew," cried I; "did man ever
+hear such bloody work? I'll have a reckoning for this, if it takes me
+twenty years. Lower away the boats, lads; I'm going to dance to that
+music."
+
+They swung the two longboats out on the davits, and the port crew were
+in their seats, when Mister Jacob touched my arm and questioned my
+order--a thing I haven't known him to do twice in ten years.
+
+"Beg pardon, sir," said he, "but there's no boat that will help the
+Santa Cruz to-night."
+
+"And why, Mister Jacob--why do you say that?"
+
+"Because she's gone where neither you nor I wish to go yet awhile,
+Mister Begg."
+
+I stood as though he had shot me, and clapping my glass to my eye I
+took another look towards the northern reef and the ship that was
+stranded there. But no ship was to be seen. She had disappeared in a
+twinkling; the sea had swallowed her up. And over the water, as an
+eerie wail, lasting and doleful, came the death-cries of those who
+perished with her.
+
+"God rest their poor souls and punish them that sent them there," said
+Peter Bligh fervently; but Mister Jacob was still full of his prudent
+talk.
+
+"We're four miles out, and the moon will be gone in ten minutes, sir.
+You couldn't make the reef if you tried, and if you could, you'd find
+none living. This sea would best the biggest boat that ever a ship
+carried--it will blow harder in an hour, and what then? We've friends
+of our own to serve, and the door that Providence opens we've no right
+to shut. I say nothing against humanity, Captain Begg, but I wouldn't
+hunt the dead in the water when I could help the living ashore."
+
+I saw his point in a moment, and had nothing to say against it. No
+small boat could have lived in the reefs about the northern end of the
+island with the sea that was running that night. If the devils who
+fired down upon the poor fellows of the Santa Cruz were still watching
+like vultures for human meat, fair argument said, the main island would
+be free of them for us to go ashore as we pleased. A better opportunity
+might not be found for a score of months. I never blame myself, least
+of all now, when I know Ruth Bellenden's story, that I listened that
+night to the clearheaded wisdom of Anthony Jacob.
+
+"You're right, as always, Mister Jacob. I've no call to take these good
+fellows on a fool's errand. And it's going to blow hard, as you say.
+We'll take in one of the boats, and those that are for the shore will
+make haste to get aboard the other."
+
+This I said to him, but to the men I put it in a few seaman's words.
+
+"Lads," I said, "no boat that Southampton ever built could swim in
+yonder tide where it makes between the reefs. We'd like to help
+shipmates, but the chance is not ours. There's another little shipmate
+ashore there that needs our help pretty badly. I'm going in for her
+sake, and there's not a man of you that will not do his duty by the
+ship when I'm gone. Aye, you'll stand by Mister Jacob, lads, I may tell
+him that?"
+
+They gave me a rousing cheer, which was a pretty foolish thing to have
+done, and it took all my voice to silence them. Lucky for us, there was
+a cloud over the moon now, and darkness like a black vapour upon the
+sea. Not a lamp burned on the Southern Cross; not a cabin window but
+had its curtain. What glow came from her funnel was not more than a
+hazy red light over the waters; and when five of us (for we took Harry
+Doe to stand by ashore) stepped into the longboat, and set her head due
+west for the land, we lost the steamer in five minutes--and, God knows,
+we were never to see her again on the high seas or off.
+
+Now, I have said that the wind had begun to blow fresh since sunset,
+and at two bells in the first watch, the time we left the ship, the sea
+ran high, and it was not oversafe even in the longboat to be cruising
+for a shore we knew so little about. I have always accounted it more
+good luck than good seamanship which brought us to the cove at last,
+and set us all, wet but cheerful, on the dry, white sand about the
+ladder's foot. There was shelter in the bay both for man and ship, and
+when we'd dragged the longboat up on the beach we gave Harry Doe his
+orders and left him to his duty.
+
+"If there's danger fire your gun," said I--"once, if you wish to call
+us; twice, if you think we should stand off. But you won't do that
+unless things are at the worst, and I'm hoping for the best, when you
+won't do it at all."
+
+He answered, "Aye, aye," in a whisper which was like a bear's growl;
+and we four, Peter Bligh, Seth Barker, and the lad Dolly, besides
+myself, climbed the ladder like cats and stood at the cliff's head. To
+say that our hearts were in our mouths would not be strict truth, for I
+never feared any man, beast, or devil yet; and I wasn't going to begin
+that night--nor were the others more ready, that I will answer for
+them. But remembering the things we had seen on the reef, the words
+which Ruth Bellenden had spoken to me, and that which happened to the
+lad and myself last time we came ashore; remembering this, it's not to
+be wondered at that our hearts beat a bit quicker, and that our hands
+went now and again to the pistols we carried. For, just think of
+it--there we were at nine o'clock of a dark night, in a thick wood,
+with the trees making ghosts about us, and the path as narrow as a
+ship's plank, and no knowledge who walked the woods with us, nor any
+true reckoning of our circumstance. What man wouldn't have held his
+tongue at such a time, or argued with himself that it might end badly,
+and he never see the sun again? Not Jasper Begg, as I bear witness.
+
+Now, I put myself at the head of our fellows and, the better to find
+the track, I went down on my hands and my knees like a four-footed
+thing, and signalling to those behind with a bosun's whistle, I led
+them well enough through the wood to the wicker-basket bridge; and
+would have gone on from there straight down to the house but for
+something which happened at the clearing of the thicket, just as I
+stood up to bid the men go over. Startling it was, to be sure, and
+enough to give any man a turn; nor did I wonder that Peter Bligh should
+have cried out as he did when first he clapped eyes upon it.
+
+"Holy Mother of Music," says he, "'tis the angels singing, or I'm a
+dirty nigger!"
+
+"Hold your tongue," says I, in a whisper; "are you afraid of two young
+women, then?"
+
+"Of three," says he, "which being odd is lucky. When my poor
+father----"
+
+"To hell with your father," says I; "hold your tongue and wait."
+
+He lay low at this, and the rest of us gaped, open-mouthed, as though
+we were staring at a fairy-book. There, before us, coming down from the
+black rocks above, leaping from step to step of the stone, were three
+young girls; but, aye, the queerest sort that ever tantalized a man
+with their prettiness. You may well ask, the night being inky dark, how
+we managed to see them at all; but let me tell you that they carried
+good rosin torches in their hands, and the wild light, all gold and
+crimson against the rocks, shone as bright as a ship's flare and as
+far. Never have I seen such a thing, I say, and never shall. There were
+the three of them, like young deer on a bleak hillside, singing and
+laughing and leaping down, and, what's more, speaking to each other in
+an odd lingo, with here a word of French and there a word of German,
+and after that something that was beyond me and foreign to my
+understanding.
+
+"God be good to me--saw man ever such a sight? And the dress of 'em,
+the dress of 'em," whispers Peter Bligh. But I clapped my hand upon his
+mouth and stopped him that time.
+
+"The dress is all right," said I; "what I'm wondering is how three of
+that sort came in such a place as this. And well born too, well born,
+or I don't know the meaning of the term!"
+
+They were pretty creatures and their dress was like the rest of them.
+Short skirts all looped and filled with flowers, toggery above cut out
+of some white skin, with caps to match and their hair falling in big
+ramping curls about it--they were for all the world like the dancers
+you see at a stage play and just as active. And to hear their voices,
+sweet and musical, floating from ravine to ravine like a choir singing
+in a place of echoes, aye that was something you might not soon forget.
+But what they were doing in such a place, or how they came there, the
+Lord above alone knew, and not a plain seaman like Jasper Begg.
+
+
+[Illustration: Like dancers at a stage play.]
+
+
+"What are they saying, Peter--what do you make of it?" I asked him,
+under my breath.
+
+"'Tis the French lingo," says he, foolish-like, "and if it's not that,
+'tis the German--leastwise no Christian man that I know of could
+distinguish between 'em."
+
+"Peter," says I, "that's what you learn in the asylum. 'Tis no more the
+French lingo than your own. Why, hearken to it."
+
+Well, he listened, and soon we heard a pretty echo from the valley, for
+they'd gone down towards the gardens now; and one word repeated often
+had as nice a touch of music as I remember hearing. It was just this:
+"Rosamunda--munda--munda," and you can't think how fresh the young
+voice sounded in that lonely place, or what a chill it gave a man when
+he remembered the devils over at the reef and what they'd done to the
+crew of the Santa Cruz. I do believe to this day that our fellows
+imagined they'd seen nothing more nor less than an apparition out of
+the black rocks above them; and it wasn't until I'd spoken to them in
+good honest English that I got them to go on again.
+
+"Flesh or spirit, that's not a lot to whiten a man's gills," cried I;
+"why, thunder, Peter Bligh, you're big enough to put 'em all in your
+pocket, and soft enough they'd lie when they got there. Do you mean to
+tell me," I asked him, "that four hale and strong men are to be
+frightened out of their wits by three pretty girls?--and you a
+religious man, too, Peter! Why, I'm ashamed of you, that I am, lads,
+right down ashamed of you!"
+
+They plucked up at this, and Peter he made haste to excuse himself.
+
+"If they was Christian men with knives in their hands," says he, "I'd
+put up a bit of a prayer, and trust to the Lord to shoot 'em; but them
+three's agen all reason, at this time of night in such a lone place."
+
+"Go on with you, Peter," chimes in Dolly Venn; "three ripping little
+girls, and don't I wish they'd ask me in to tea! Why, look, they're
+down by the house now, and somebody with them, though whether it's a
+man or a woman I really don't pretend to say."
+
+"I'm derned if I don't think it's a lion," says Seth Barker, asking my
+pardon for the liberty.
+
+We all stood still at this, for we were on the hillside just above the
+house now; and down on the fair grass-way below us we espied the three
+little girls with their torches still burning, and they as deep in talk
+with a stranger as a man might have been with his own mother. A more
+remarkable human being than the one these little ladies had happened
+upon I don't look to see again the world around. Man or lion--God
+forgive me if I know what to call him. He'd hair enough, shaggy hair
+curling about his shoulders, to have stuffed a feather bed. His dress
+was half man's, half woman's. He'd a tattered petticoat about his legs,
+a seaman's blouse for his body, and a lady's shawl above that upon his
+shoulders--his legs were bare as a barked tree, and what boots he had
+should have been in the rag-shop. More wonderful still was it to
+see the manner of the young ladies towards him--for I shall always
+call them that--they petted him and fondled him, and one put a mock
+crown of roses on his head. Then, with that pretty song of theirs,
+"Rosamunda--munda--munda," they all ran off together towards the
+northern shore and left us in the darkness, as surprised a party of
+men as you'll readily meet with.
+
+"Well," says Peter Bligh, and he was the first among us to speak,
+"yon's a nice shipmate to speak on a quiet road. So help me thunder,
+but I wouldn't pass round the tin for him in a beauty show, no, not
+much! Did ye see the hair of him, captain--did ye see the hair?"
+
+"And the girls kissing him as though he were Apollo," cries Dolly Venn,
+who, I don't doubt, would have done the kissing willingly himself. But
+I hushed their talk, and without more ado I went straight down to Ruth
+Bellenden's house. All the strange things we'd seen and heard, the
+uncanny sights, the firing on the reef, the wild man ashore, the little
+girls from the hills--all these, I say, began to tell me my mistress's
+story as a written book might never have done. "She's need of me," I
+said, "sore need; and by God's help I'll bring her out of this place
+before to-morrow's sun."
+
+For how should I know what long days must pass before I was to leave
+Ken's Island again?
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+JASPER BEGG MEETS HIS OLD MISTRESS, AND IS WATCHED
+
+I had made up my mind to take every proper precaution before going up
+to the house where my mistress lived; and with caution in my head I
+left Seth Barker, the carpenter, up on the hill path, while I set Peter
+Bligh at the gate of the garden, and posted Dolly Venn round at the
+northern side, where the men who had looted the Santa Cruz might be
+looked for with any others that I had no knowledge of. When this was
+done, and they understood that they were to fire a gun if the need
+arose, I opened the wicket-gate and crept up the grass path for all the
+world like an ill-visaged fellow who had no true business there. Not a
+sound could I hear in all that place; not a dog barked, nor a human
+voice spoke. Even the wind came fitful and gusty about the sheltered
+house; and so quiet was it between the squalls that my own footfall
+almost could scare me. For, you see, a whisper spoken at the wrong time
+might have undone all--a clumsy step have cost us more than a man cared
+to count. We were but four, and, for all I know, there might have been
+four hundred on Ken's Island. You don't wonder therefore, if I asked
+myself at times whether to-morrow's sun would find us living or what
+our misfortune might spell for one I had come so far to serve.
+
+It was very dark in the garden, as I have told you, but two of the
+windows in the house were lighted up and two golden rings of light
+thrown out upon the soft grass I trod. I stood a long time debating
+which window to knock open--for it was a fearful lottery, I must
+say--and when I'd turned it over and over in my head, and now made out
+that it was this window and now plumped for the other, I took up a
+pebble at last and cast it upon the pane nearest to the door--for that
+seemed to me the more likely room, and I'd nothing else but common
+sense to guide me. You may judge of my feelings when no notice was
+taken of my signal except by a dog, which began to yap like a pup and
+to make such a scare that I thought every window and every door must
+be opened that very instant and as many men out on top of me. I said,
+surely, that it was all up with Jasper Begg that journey; but odd to
+tell it, the dog gave over at last, and no one showed himself, neither
+was there any whistle from my company; and I was just making ready to
+throw another stone when the second light was turned out all of a
+sudden and, the long window being opened, Ruth Bellenden--or, to be
+more correct, Mme. Czerny--herself came out into the garden, and stood
+looking round about as though she knew that I was there and had been
+waiting for me. When at last she saw me she didn't speak or make any
+sign, but going about to the house again she held the window open for
+me, and I passed into the dark room with her, and there held her hand
+in mine, I do believe as though I would never let it go again.
+
+"Jasper," says she, in a whisper that was pretty as the south wind in
+springtime; "Jasper Begg, how could it be any one else! Oh, we must
+light a candle, Jasper Begg," says she, "or we shall lose ourselves in
+the dark."
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "light or dark, I'm here according to my orders,
+and the ship's here, and as I said to you before the yellow boy to-day,
+we're waiting for our mistress to go aboard."
+
+She had her back to me when I said this, and was busy enough drawing
+the curtains and lighting the lamp again. The light showed me that she
+wore a rich black gown with fluffy stuff over it, and a bit of a
+sparkle in the way of diamonds like a band across her parted hair. The
+face was deceiving, now lighted up by one of the old smiles, now hard
+set as one who had suffered much for her years. But there was nothing
+over-womanish in her talk, and we two thrashed it out there, just the
+same as if Ken's Island wasn't full of devils, and the lives of me and
+my men worth what a spin of the coin might buy them at.
+
+"You mustn't call me Miss Ruth," says she, when she turned from the
+lamp and tidied up her writing on the table; "of course you know that,
+Jasper Begg. And you at my wedding, too--is it really not more than
+twelve long months ago?"
+
+A sigh passed her lips, such a sigh as tells a woman's story better
+than all the books; and in that moment the new look came upon her face,
+the look I had seen when the yellow man changed words with her in the
+morning.
+
+"It's thirteen months three weeks since you went up with Mr. Czerny to
+the cathedral at Nice," was my next word; "the days go slow on this
+out-of-the-way shore, I'll be bound--until our friends come, Miss Ruth,
+until we're sure they haven't forgotten us."
+
+
+I had a meaning in this, and be sure she took it. Not that she answered
+me out and away as I wished; for she put on the pretty air of wife and
+mistress who wouldn't tell any of her husband's secrets.
+
+"Why, yes," she said, very slowly, "the days are long and the nights
+longer, and, of course, my husband is much away from here."
+
+I nodded my head and drew the chair she'd offered me close to the
+table. On her part she was looking at the clock as though she wished
+that the hands of it might stand still. I read it that we hadn't much
+time to lose, and what we had was no time for fair words.
+
+"Miss Ruth," says I, without more parley, "from what I've seen to-night
+I don't doubt that any honest man would be glad to get as far as he
+could from Ken's Island and its people at the first opportunity. You'll
+pardon what a plain seaman is going to say, and count him none the less
+a friend for saying it. When you left money in the banker's hands to
+commission a ship and bring her to this port, your words to me were, 'I
+may have need of you.' Miss Ruth, you have need of me--I should be no
+more than a fool if I couldn't see that. You have sore need of me, and
+if you won't say so for yourself, I take leave to say it for you."
+
+She raised a hand as though she would not hear me--but I was on a clear
+course now, and I held to it in spite of her.
+
+"Yes," I said, "you've need of your friends to-night, and it's a lucky
+wind that brought them to this shore. What has passed, Miss Ruth, in
+these months you speak of, it's not for me to ask or inquire. I have
+eyes in my head, and they show me what I would give my fortune not to
+see. You're unhappy here, Miss Ruth--you're not treated well."
+
+I waited for her to speak; but not a word would she say. White she was,
+as a flower from her own garden, and once or twice she shivered as
+though the cold had struck her. I was just going on to speak again,
+when what should happen but that her little head went down on the table
+and she began to sob as though her heart would break.
+
+"Oh, Jasper Begg, how I have suffered, how I have suffered!" said she,
+between her sobs; and what could I do, what could any man do who would
+kiss the ground a woman walks upon but has no right or title to? Why,
+hold his tongue, of course, though it hurt him cruelly to do any such
+thing.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, very foolish, "please don't think of that now. I'm
+here to help you, the ship's here, we're waiting for you to go aboard."
+
+She dried her tears and tried to look up at me with a smile.
+
+"Oh, I'm just a child, just a child again, Jasper," cries she; "a year
+ago I thought myself a woman, but that's all passed. And I shall never
+go away on your ship, Jasper Begg--never, never. I shall die on Ken's
+Island as so many have died."
+
+I stood up at this and pointed to the clock.
+
+"Little friend," I said, "if you'll put a cloak about your shoulders
+and leave this house with me I'll have you safe aboard the Southern
+Cross in twenty minutes by that clock, as God is my witness."
+
+It was no boast--for that I could have done as any seaman knows; and
+you may well imagine that I stood as a man struck dumb when I had her
+answer.
+
+"Why, yes," she said, "you could put me on board your boat, Captain
+Jasper, if every step I took was not watched; if every crag had not its
+sentinel; if there were not a hundred to say 'Go back--go back to your
+home.' Oh, how can you know, how can you guess the things I fear and
+dread in this awful place? You, perhaps, because the ship is waiting
+will be allowed to return to it again. But I, never, never again to my
+life's end."
+
+A terrible look crossed her face as she said this, and with one swift
+movement she opened a drawer in the locker where she did her writing,
+and took from it a little book which she thrust, like a packet, into my
+hands.
+
+"Read," she said, with startling earnestness, "read that when you are
+at sea again. I never thought that any other eyes but mine would see
+it; but you, Jasper, you shall read it. It will tell you what I myself
+could never tell. Read it as you sail away from here, and then say how
+you will come back to help the woman who needs your help so sorely."
+
+I thrust the book into my pocket, but was not to be put off like that.
+
+"Read it I will, every line," said I; "but you don't suppose that
+Jasper Begg is about to sail away and leave you in this plight, Miss
+Ruth! He'd be a pretty sort of Englishman to do that, and it's not in
+his constitution, I do assure you!"
+
+She laughed at my earnestness, but recollecting how we stood and what
+had befallen since sunset, she would hear no more of it.
+
+"You don't understand; oh, you don't understand!" she cried, very
+earnestly; "there's danger here, danger even now while you and I are
+talking. Those who have gone out to the wreck will be coming home
+again; they must not find you in this house, Jasper Begg, must not,
+must not! For my sake, go as you came. Tell all that thought of me how
+I thank them. Some day, perhaps, you will learn how to help me. I am
+grateful to you, Jasper--you know that I am grateful."
+
+She held out both her hands to me, and they lay in mine, and I was
+trying to speak a real word from my heart to her when there came a low,
+shrill whistle from the garden-gate, and I knew that Peter Bligh had
+seen something and was calling me.
+
+"Miss Ruth," says I, "that's old Peter Bligh and his danger signal.
+There'll be some one about, little friend, or he wouldn't do it."
+
+Well, she never said a word. I saw a shadow cross her face, and
+believed she was about to faint. Nor will any one be surprised at that
+when I say that the door behind us had been opened while we talked, and
+there stood Kess Denton, the yellow man, watching us like a hound that
+would bite presently.
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+IN WHICH HELP COMES FROM THE LAST QUARTER WE HAD EXPECTED IT
+
+Now, no sooner did I see the yellow man than my mind was fully made up,
+and I determined what harbour to make for. "If you're there, my lad,"
+said I to myself, "the others are not far behind you. You've seen me
+come in, and it's your intention to prevent me going out again. To be
+caught like a rat in a trap won't serve Ruth Bellenden, and it won't
+serve me. I'm for the open, Kess Denton," said I, "and no long while
+about it, either."
+
+This I said, but I didn't mean to play the startled kitten, and without
+any token of surprise or such-like I turned round to Miss Ruth and gave
+her "good-evening."
+
+"I'm sorry you're not coming aboard, Mme. Czerny," says I; "we weigh in
+an hour, and it will be a month or more before I call in again. But you
+sha'n't wait long for the news if I can help it; and as for your
+brother, Mr. Kenrick, I'll trust to hear from him at 'Frisco and to
+tell you what he thinks on my return. Good-night, madame," said I, "and
+the best of health and prosperity."
+
+I held out my hand, and she shook it like one who didn't know what she
+was doing. The yellow man came a step nearer and said, "Halloa, my
+hearty." I nodded my head to him and he put his hand on my shoulder.
+Poor fool, he thought I was a child, perhaps, and to be treated as one;
+but I have learnt a thing or two about taking care of myself in Japan,
+and you couldn't have counted two before I had his arm twisted under
+mine, and he gave a yell that must have been heard up in the hills.
+
+"If you cry out like that, you'll ruin your beautiful voice," said I;
+"hasn't any one ever asked you to sing hymns in a choir? Well, I'm
+surprised. Good-night, my boy; I shall be coming back for your picture
+before many days have passed."
+
+Upon this, I stepped towards the door, and thought that I had done with
+him; but no sooner was I out in the garden than something went singing
+by my ear, and upon that a second dose with two reports which echoed in
+the hills like rolling thunder. No written music vas necessary to tell
+me the kind of tune it was, and I swung round on my heel and gripped
+the man by the throat almost before the echoes of the shot had died
+away.
+
+"Kess Denton," said I, "if you will have it, you shall!" and with that
+I wrenched the pistol from his grasp and struck him a blow over the
+head that sent him down without a word.
+
+"One," said I, to myself, "one that helped to make little Ruth
+Bellenden suffer;" and with that I set off running and never looked to
+the right of me nor to the left until I saw Peter Bligh at the gate and
+heard his honest voice.
+
+"Is it you--is it you yourself, Mr. Begg? Thank God for that!" cries
+he, and it was no longer in a whisper; "there's men in the hills, and
+Seth Barker whistling fit to crack his lips. Is the young lady coming
+aboard, sir? No?--well, I'm not surprised, neither, though this shore
+do seem a queerish sort of place----"
+
+I cut him short, and Dolly Venn running round from his place in the
+garden I asked him for his news. The thing now was to find a road to
+the sea. What could be done for Ruth Bellenden that night was over and
+passed. Our chance lay on the deck of the Southern Cross, and after
+that at 'Frisco.
+
+"What have you seen, Dolly Venn--be quick, lad, for we can't linger?"
+was my question to him so soon as he was within hail. He answered me by
+pointing to the trees which border the garden on the eastward side.
+
+"The wood is full of armed men, sir. Two of them nearly trod upon me
+while I was lying there. They carry rifles, and seem to be Germans--I
+couldn't be sure of that, sir."
+
+"Germans or chimpanzees, we're going by them this night. Where's Seth
+Barker--why doesn't he come down? Does he think we can pass by the
+hill-road?--the wooden block! Call him, one of you."
+
+They were about to do this when Seth Barker himself came panting down
+the hillpath, and, what was more remarkable, he carried an uncouth sort
+of bludgeon in his hand. I could see that there had been a bit of a
+rough and tumble on the way, but it wasn't the time for particulars.
+
+"Come aboard, sir," says he, breathing heavy; "the gangway's blocked,
+but I give one of 'em a bit of a knock with his own shillelagh, and
+that's all right."
+
+"Is there any more up there?" I asked quickly.
+
+"May be a dozen, may be more. They're up on the heights looking for you
+to go up, captain."
+
+"Aye," said I, "pleasant company, no doubt. Well, we must strike
+eastward somehow, lads, and the sooner the better. We'll hold to the
+valley a bit and see where that leads us. Do you, Seth Barker, keep
+that bit of a shillelagh ready, and, if any one asks you a question,
+don't you wait to answer it."
+
+Now, I had resolved to try and get down to the sea by the valley road
+and, once upon the shore, to signal Harry Doe, if possible, and, if not
+him, then the ship herself as a last resource. Any road seemed to me
+better than this trap of a house with armed men all about it and a
+pistol bullet ready for any stranger that lingered. "Aboard the ship,"
+said I, "we'll show them a clean pair of heels to 'Frisco and, after
+that, ask the American Government what it can do for Ruth Bellenden and
+for her husband." We were four against a hundred, perhaps, and
+desperate men against us. If we got out of the scrape with our skins,
+we should be as lucky a lot as ever sailed the Northern Pacific Ocean.
+But should we--could we? Why, it was a thousand to one against it!
+
+I said this when we plunged into the wood; and yet I will bear witness
+that I got more excitement than anything else out of that venture, and
+I don't believe the others got less. There we were, the four of us,
+trampling through the brushwood, crushing down the bushes, now lying
+low, now up a-running--and not a man that wouldn't have gone through it
+twice for Ruth Bellenden's sake. If so be that the night was to cost us
+our lives, well, crying wouldn't help it--and those that were against
+us were flesh and blood, all said and done, and no spirits to scare a
+man. To that I set it down that we went on headlong and desperate. As
+for the thicket itself, it was full of men--I could see their figures
+between the trees. We must have passed twenty of them in the darkness
+before one came out, plump on our path and cried out to us to halt.
+
+"Hold, hold," shouts he; "is it you, Bob Williams?"
+
+"It's Bob Williams, right enough," says I, and with that I gave him one
+between the eyes, and down he went like a felled ox. The man who was
+with him, stumbling up against Seth Barker, had a touch of the
+shillelagh which was like a rock falling upon a fly. He just gave one
+shuddering groan and fell backwards, clutching the branches. Little
+Dolly Venn laughed aloud in his excitement, elbowed Peter Bligh who
+gave a real Irish "hurrugh"; but the darkness had swallowed it all up
+in a minute, and we were on again, heading for the shore like those
+that run a race for their very lives.
+
+"Do you see any road, Peter Bligh?" asked I, for my breath was coming
+short now; "do you see any road, man?"
+
+"The devil a one, sir, and me weighing fourteen stone!"
+
+"You'll weigh less when we get down, Peter."
+
+"And drink more, the saints be praised!"
+
+"Was that a rifle-shot or a stone from the hills?" I asked them a
+moment later. Dolly Venn answered me this time.
+
+"A rifle-shot, captain. They'll be shooting one another, then--it's
+ripping, ripping!"
+
+"Look out, lad, or it'll be dripping!" cried I; "don't you see there's
+water ahead?"
+
+I cried the warning to him and stood stock-still upon the borders of as
+black a pool as I remember to have seen in any country. The road had
+carried us to the foot of the hills, almost to the chasm which the
+wicker-bridge spanned; and we could make out that same bridge far above
+us like a black rope in the twilight. The water itself was covered with
+some clinging plants, and full of winding, ugly snakes which caused the
+whole pool to shine with a kind of uncanny light; while an overpowering
+odour, deadly and stifling, steamed up from it, and threatened to choke
+a man. What was worse than this was a close thicket bordering the pond
+on three sides, so that we must either swim for it or turn back the way
+we came. The latter course was not to be thought of. Already I could
+hear footsteps, and boughs snapping and breaking not many yards from
+where we stood. To cross the pond might have struck the bravest man
+alive with terror. I'd have sooner forfeited my life time over than
+have touched one of those slimy snakes I could see wriggling over the
+leaves to the bottom of the still water. What else to do I had no more
+notion than the dead. "It's the end, Jasper Begg," said I to myself,
+"the end of you and your venture." But of Ruth Bellenden I wouldn't
+think. How could I, when I knew the folks that were abroad on Ken's
+Island?
+
+I will just ask any traveller to stand with me where I stood that night
+and to say if these words are overmuch for the plight, or if I have
+spoken of it with moderation. A night as black as ink, mind you; my
+company in the heart of a wood with big teak trees all round us, and
+cliffs on our right hand towering up to the sky like mountains. Before
+us a pool of inky water, all worming with odd lights and lines of blue
+fire, like flakes of phosphorus on a bath, and alive with the hissing
+of hundreds of snakes. Upon our left hand a scrubby thicket and a marsh
+beneath it, I make sure; Czerny's devils, who had shot the poor folks
+on the Santa Cruz, at our heels, and we but four against the lot of
+them. Would any man, I ask, have believed that he could walk into such
+a trap and get out of it unharmed? If so, it wasn't Jasper Begg, nor
+Peter Bligh, nor little Dolly Venn, nor Seth Barker with the bludgeon
+in his hand. They'd as good as given it up when we came to the pool and
+stood there like hunting men that have lost all hope.
+
+"Done, by all that's holy!" says Peter Bligh, drawing back from the
+pond as from some horrid pit. "Snakes I have seen, nateral and
+unnateral, but them yonder give me the creeps----"
+
+"Creeps or no creeps, the others will be up here in five minutes, and
+what are you going to do then, Peter Bligh, what then?" asks I, for as
+I'm a living man I didn't know which way to turn from it.
+
+Seth Barker was the one that answered me.
+
+"I'm going to knock some nails in, by your leave," says he, and with
+that he stood very still and bade us listen. The whole wood was full of
+the sound of "halloaing" now. Far and wide I heard question and answer,
+and a lingering yodle such as the Swiss boys make on the mountains. It
+couldn't be many minutes, I said, before the first man was out on our
+trail; and there I was right, for one of them came leaping out of the
+wood straight into Peter Bligh's arms before I'd spoken another word.
+Poor devil--it was the last good-night for him in this world--for Peter
+passes him on, so to speak, and he went headlong into the pond without
+any one knowing how he got there. A more awful end I hope I may never
+hear of, and yet, God knows, he brought it on himself. As for Peter
+Bligh, the shock set him sobbing like a woman. It was all my work to
+get him on again.
+
+"No fault of ours," said I; "we're here for a woman's sake, and if
+there's man's work to do, we'll do it, lads. Take my advice and you'll
+turn straight back and run for it. Better a tap on the head than a cry
+in yonder pool."
+
+They replied fearsomely--the strain was telling upon them badly. That
+much I learnt from their husky voices and the way they kept close to
+me, as though I could protect them. Seth Barker, especially, big man
+that he was, began to mutter to himself in the wildest manner possible;
+while little Dolly burst into whistling from time to time in a way that
+made me crazy.
+
+"That's right, lad," cried I, "tell them you're here, and ask after the
+health of their womenfolk. You've done with this world, I see, and made
+it straight for the next. If you've a match in your pocket, strike it
+to keep up their spirits."
+
+Well, he stopped short, and I was ashamed of myself a minute after for
+speaking so to a mere lad whose life was before him and who'd every
+right to be afraid.
+
+"Come," said I, more kindly, "keep close to me, Dolly, and if you don't
+know where I am, why, put out your hand and touch me. I've been in
+worse scrapes than this, my boy, and I'll lead you out of it somehow.
+After all, we've ship over yonder and Mister Jacob isn't done with yet.
+Keep up your heart, then, and put your best leg forward."
+
+Now, this was spoken to put courage into him--not that I believed what
+I said, but because he and the others counted upon me, and my own
+feelings had to go under somehow. For the matter of that, it looked all
+Lombard Street to a China orange against us when we took the woodland
+path again; and so I believe it would have been but for something which
+came upon us like a thunder-flash, and changed all our despair to a
+desperate hope. And to this something Peter Bligh was the first to call
+our attention.
+
+"Is it fireflies or lanterns?" cries he all at once, bringing out
+the words like a pump might have done; "yonder on the hillside,
+shipmates--is it fireflies or lanterns?"
+
+I stood to look, and while I stood Seth Barker named the thing.
+
+"It's lanterns," cries he; "lanterns, sure and certain, captain."
+
+"And the three ripping little girls carrying them," puts in Dolly Venn.
+
+"'Tis no woman ever born that would hunt down four poor sailor-men,"
+cries Peter Bligh.
+
+"To say nothing of the he-lion they was a-fondling of"--from Seth
+Barker.
+
+"Lads," said I, in my turn, "this is the unlooked for, and I, for one,
+don't mean to pass it by. I'm going to ask those young ladies for a
+short road to the hills--and not lose any time about it either."
+
+They all said "Aye, aye," and we ran forward together. The halloaing in
+the wood was closing in about us now; you could hear voices wherever
+you turned an ear. As for the lanterns, they darted from bush to bush
+like glow-worms on a summer's night, so that I made certain they would
+dodge us after all. My heart was low down enough, be sure of it, when I
+lost view of those guiding stars altogether, and found myself face to
+face with the last figure I might have asked for if you'd given me the
+choice of a hundred.
+
+For what should happen but that the weird being, whom Seth Barker had
+called the "he-lion," the old fellow in petticoats, whom the little
+girls made such a fuss of, he, I say, appeared of a sudden right in the
+path before us, and, holding up a lantern warningly, he hailed us with
+a word which told us that he was our friend--the very last I would have
+named for that in all the island.
+
+"Jasper Begg," cried he, in a voice that I'd have known for a
+Frenchman's anywhere, "follow Clair-de-Lune--follow--follow!"
+
+He turned to the bushes behind him, and, seeming to dive between them,
+we found him, when we followed, flat on his stomach, the lantern out,
+and he running like a dog up a winding path before him. He was leading
+us to the heights, I said; and when I remembered the great bare peaks
+and steeple-like rocks, upstanding black and gloomy under the starry
+sky, I began to believe that this wild man was right and that in the
+hills our safety lay.
+
+But of that we had yet to learn, and for all we knew to the contrary it
+might have been a trap.
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+THE BIRD'S NEST IN THE HILLS
+
+There had been a great sound of "halloaing" and firing in the woods
+when we raced through them for our lives; but it was all still and cold
+on the mountain-side, and you could hear even a stone falling or the
+drip of water as it oozed from the black rocks to the silent pools
+below. What light there was came down through the craggy gorge; and it
+was not until we had climbed up and up for a good half-hour or more
+that we began to hear the sea-breeze whistling among the higher peaks
+like wild music which the spirits might have made. As for the path
+itself, it was oftentimes but a ledge against the wall of some sheer
+height; and none, I think, but seamen could have followed it, surely.
+Even I remembered where I was, and feared to look down sometimes; but
+danger bridges many a perilous road, and what with the silence and the
+fresh breezes and the thought that we might live through the night,
+after all, I believe I could have hugged the wild old man who led us
+upward so unflinchingly.
+
+I say that he went on unflinchingly, and surely no goat could have
+climbed quicker than he did. Now standing over an abyss which made you
+silly to look down into; now pulling himself up by bush or branch; at
+other times scrambling over loose shale as though he had neither hands
+nor knees to cut, he might well have scared the coolest who had met him
+without warning on such a road. As for the four men he had saved from
+the devils in the thickets below, I don't believe there was one of them
+who didn't trust him from the first. The sea is a sure school for
+knowing men and their humours. If this old Frenchman chose to put a
+petticoat about his legs, and to wear a lion's mane down his back, we
+liked him all the better for that. What we had seen of the young girls'
+behaviour towards him made up for that which we did not know about him.
+He must have had a tender place somewhere in his heart, or three young
+women wouldn't fondle him like a dog. Like a ship out of the night had
+he crossed our path; and his port must be our port, since we knew no
+other. That's why, I say, we followed him over the dangerous road like
+children follow a master. He was leading us to some good haven--I had
+no doubt of it. The thing that remained to tell was, had we the
+strength and the breath to reach it?
+
+You may imagine that it was no light thing to run such a race as we had
+run, and to be asked to climb a mountain on the top of it. For my part,
+I was so dead tired that every step up the hillside was like a knife in
+my side; and as for Peter Bligh, I wonder he didn't go rolling down to
+the rocks, so hard did he breathe and so heavy he was. But men will do
+wonders to save their necks, and that is how it is that we went up and
+still up, through the black ravine, to the blue peaks above. Aye, a
+fearsome place we had come to now, with terrible gorges, and wild
+shapes of rocks, like dead men's faces leering out of the darkness. The
+wind howled with a human voice, the desolation of all the earth seemed
+here. And yet the old man must push on--up, up, as though he would
+touch the very sky.
+
+"The Lord be good to me," cried Peter Bligh, at last; "I can go no
+farther if it's a million a mile! Oh, Mister Begg, for the love of God,
+clap a rope about the wild man's legs."
+
+I pushed him on over a sloping peak of shale, and told him to hold his
+tongue.
+
+"Will you lie in the pool, then? Where's your courage, man? Another
+hundred yards and you shall stop to breathe. There's the old lion
+himself waiting for us, and a big bill of thanks he has against us, to
+be sure."
+
+I said no more, but climbed the steep to the Frenchman's side, and
+found him waiting on the bank of that which seemed to be a great
+cup-like hole, black and bottomless and the last place you'd have
+picked for a camp on all the hillside. Dolly Venn was already there,
+and Seth Barker, lying on the stones and panting like a great dog.
+Old Clair-de-Lune alone was fresh and ready, and able in his broken
+English to tell us what he wished.
+
+"Messieurs," he said, "speak not long but go down. I myself am shipmate
+too. Ah, messieurs, you do wise to follow me. Down there no dog bark. I
+show you the ladder, and all be well. To-morrow you speak your ship--go
+home. For me, never again--I die here with the children, messieurs;
+none shall come for old Clair-de-Lune, none, never at no time--but you,
+you I save for the shipmates' sake----"
+
+It was odd talk, but no time to argue about it. I saw a ladder thrust
+up out of the pit, and when the old man went down I followed without
+hesitation. A lantern lighted in the darkness showed me a hollow nest
+20 feet deep, perhaps, and carpeted over with big brown leaves and rugs
+spread out; and in one corner that which was not unlike a bed.
+Moreover, there was a little stove in the place and upon one side an
+awning stretched against the rain; while cooking pots and pans and
+other little things made it plain at a glance that this was the man's
+own refuge in the mountains, and that here, at least, some part of his
+life was spent. No further witness to his honesty could be asked for.
+He had brought us to his own home. It was time to speak of thanks.
+
+"What you've done for us neither me nor mine will ever forget," said I,
+warmly. "Here's a seaman's hand and a seaman's thanks. Should the day
+come when we can do a like turn to you, be sure I'll be glad to hear of
+it; and if it came that you had the mind to go aboard with us--aye, and
+the young ladies, too--why, you'll find no one more willing than Jasper
+Begg."
+
+We shook hands, and he set the lantern down upon the floor. Peter Bligh
+was lying on his back now, crying to a calendar of saints to help him;
+Seth Barker breathed like a winded horse; little Dolly Venn stood
+against the wall of the pit with his head upon his arm, like a runner
+after a race; the old Frenchman drew the ladder down and made all snug
+as a ship is made for the night.
+
+"No one come here," he said, "no one find the way. You sleep, and
+to-morrow you signal ship to go down where I show. For me and mine,
+not so. This is my home; I am stranger in my own country. No one
+remember Clair-de-Lune. Twelve years I live here--five times I sleep
+the dreadful sleep which the island make--five times I live where
+others die. Why go home, messieurs, if you not have any? I not go;
+but you, you hasten because of the sleep."
+
+We all pricked up our ears at this curious saying, and Dolly Venn, he
+whipped out a question before I could--indeed, he spoke the French
+tongue very prettily; and for about five minutes the two of them went
+at it hammer and tongs like two old women at charring.
+
+"What does he mean by sleep-time, lad?" I asked in between their
+argument. "Why shouldn't a man sleep on Ken's Island? What nonsense
+will he talk next?"
+
+I'd forgotten that the old man spoke English too, but he turned upon me
+quickly to remind me of the fact.
+
+"No nonsense, monsieur, as many a one has found--no nonsense at all,
+but very dreadful thing. Three, four time by the year it come; three,
+four time it go. All men sleep if they not go away--you sleep if you
+not go away. Ah, the good God send you to the ship before that day."
+
+He did his best to put it clearly, but he might as well have talked
+Chinese. Dolly, who understood his lingo, made a brave attempt, but did
+not get much farther.
+
+"He says that this island is called by the Japanese the Island of
+Sleep. Two or three times every year there comes up from the marshes a
+poisonous fog which sends you into a trance from which you don't
+recover, sometimes for months. It can't be true, sir, and yet that's
+what he says."
+
+"True or untrue, Dolly," said I, in a low voice, "we'll not give it the
+chance. It's a fairy tale, of course, though it doesn't sound very
+pretty when you hear it."
+
+"Nor is that music any more to my liking," exclaimed Peter Bligh, at
+this point, meaning that we should listen to a couple of gunshots
+fired, not in the woods far down below us, but somewhere, as it seemed,
+on the sea-beach we had failed to make.
+
+"That would be Harry Doe warning us," cried I.
+
+"And meaning that it was dangerous for us to go down."
+
+"He'll have put off and saved the longboat, anyway. We'll hail him at
+dawn, and see where the ship is."
+
+They heard me in silence. The tempest roaring in the peaks above that
+weird, wild place; our knowledge of the men on the island below; the
+old Frenchman's strange talk--no wonder that our eyes were wide open
+and sleep far from them.
+
+Dawn, indeed, we waited for as those who are passing through the
+terrible night. I think sometimes that, if we had known what was in
+store for us, we should have prayed to God that we might not see the
+day.
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+WE LOOK OUT FOR THE SOUTHERN CROSS
+
+The wind blew a hurricane all that night, and was still a full gale
+when dawn broke. To say that no man among us slept is to put down a
+very obvious thing. The roaring of the breakers on the reefs below us,
+the showers of stones which the heights rained down, the dreadful
+noises like wild human voices in the hills, drove sleep far from any
+man's eyes. And more than that, there was the ship to think of. What
+had become of the ship? Where did she lie? When should we see her
+again? Aye, how often we asked each other that question when the blast
+thundered and the lightning seemed to open the very heavens, and the
+spindrift was blown clean over the heights to fall like a salt spray
+upon our faces. Was it well with the ship or ill? Mister Jacob we knew
+to be a good seaman, none better. With him the decision lay to run for
+the open water or to risk everything for our sakes. If he made up his
+mind that the safety of the Southern Cross demanded sea-room he would
+take it, and let to-morrow look after itself. But I was anxious, none
+the less; for, if the ship were gone, "God help us on Ken's Island," I
+said.
+
+Now, the old Frenchman was the first to be moving when the day came,
+and no sooner did all the higher peaks show us a glimmer of the
+dawn-light--very beautiful and awesome to look upon--than he set up
+the ladder and began to show us the way to the mountain-top.
+
+"You make signal; you fetch ship. Sailormen go down where landman
+afraid. Little boat come in; shipmate go out. Old Clair-de-Lune he
+know. Ah, messieurs, the wind is very dreadful to-day--what you call
+harriken. Other day, all quite easy plan--but this day not so, great
+water, all white--no go, no man."
+
+It was queer talk, and we might have laughed at him if we'd have
+forgotten that he saved our lives last night and was waiting to save
+them again this morning. But you don't laugh at a friend, talk as he
+may, and for that matter we were all too excited to think of any such
+thing, and we made haste to scramble up out of the pit and to follow
+him to the heights where the truth should be known--the best of it or
+the worst. For the path or its dangerous places we cared nothing now.
+The rocks, upstanding all about us, shut in the view as some great
+basin cut in the mountain's heart. You could see the black sky above
+and the bottomless chasms below--but of the water nothing. Imagine,
+then, how we raced for the summit: now up on our feet, now on all-fours
+like dogs; now calling, man to man, to hasten; now saying that haste
+wouldn't help us. And no wonder--no wonder our hearts beat high and our
+hands were unsteady, for beyond the basin we should find the sea, and
+the view might show us life or death.
+
+Old Clair-de-Lune was the first to be up, but I was close upon his
+heels, and Dolly Venn not far behind me. Who spoke the first word I
+don't rightly recollect; but I hadn't been on the heights more than ten
+seconds when I knew why it was spoken, and what the true meaning of it
+might be.
+
+The ship was gone!
+
+All the eyes in the wide world could not have found her on that angry
+sea below us, or anywhere on the black and looming horizon beyond. The
+night had taken her. The ship was gone. Hope as we might, speak up as
+we might, tell each other this story or tell each other that--the one
+sure fact remained that the Southern Cross had steamed away from Ken's
+Island and left us to our fates.
+
+"He'll be running for sea-room, and come in when the gale falls," said
+Peter Bligh, when we had stood all together a little while, as
+crestfallen a lot as the Pacific Ocean could show that day; "trust
+Mister Jacob to be cautious--he's a Scotchman, and would think first of
+the ship. A precious lot of good his wages would do him if the ship
+were down in sixty fathoms and he inside her!"
+
+"That's true," cried Dolly Venn, "though your poor old father didn't
+say it, Mister Bligh. The ship's gone, but she'll come back again." And
+then to me he said, very earnestly, "Oh, she must come back, captain."
+
+"Aye, lad," said I, "let her ride out the gale, and she'll put back
+right enough. Mister Jacob isn't the one to desert friends. He'll have
+learned from Harry Doe how it stands with us, and he'll just say,
+''Bout ship'; that's what Mr. Jacob will say. I've no fear of it at
+all. I'm only wondering what sort of shore-play is to keep us amused
+until we sight the ship again."
+
+Well, they looked doleful enough; but not a man among them complained.
+'Tis that way with seamen all the world over. Put them face to face
+with death and some will laugh, and some will curse, and some talk
+nonsense; but never a man wears his heart upon his sleeve or tells you
+that he's afraid. And so it was that morning. They understood, I do
+believe, as well as I did, what the consequences of the gale might be.
+They were no fools, to imagine that a man could get from Ken's Island
+to San Francisco in any cockleshell the beach might show him. But none
+of them talked about it; none charged me with it; they just put their
+hands in their pockets like brave fellows who had made up their minds
+already to a very bad job; and be sure I was not the one to give a
+different turn to it. The ship had gone; the Lord only knew when she
+would come back again. It was not for me to be crying like a child for
+that which neither I nor any man could make good.
+
+"Well," said I, "the ship's gone, sure enough, and hard words won't
+bring her back again. What Mister Jacob can do for his friends, that, I
+know, will be done. We must leave it to him and look after ourselves
+far as this place is concerned. You won't forget that the crew
+downstairs will be ready enough to ask after our health and spirits if
+we give them a look in, and my word is for lying-to here until night
+comes or the ship is sighted. It must be a matter of hours, anyway. The
+gale's abating; a landsman would know as much as that."
+
+They said, "Aye, aye," to it, and Peter Bligh put in a word of his
+humour.
+
+"The ship's gone, sure enough," said he; "but that's more than you can
+say for my appetite! Bear or dog, I'm not particular, captain; but a
+good steak of something would come handy, and the sooner the better.
+'Twere enough to bring tears to a man's eyes to think of all the good
+grub that's gone aboard with Harry Doe. Aye, 'tis a wonderful thing is
+hunger, and the gift of the Lord along with good roast beef and pork
+sausages. May-be you find yourself a bit peckish, captain?"
+
+I answered "Yes," though that was far from the truth, for what with
+watching through the night and thinking about the ship and little Ruth
+Bellenden's loneliness in this place of mystery, and far worse than
+mystery, I'd forgotten all about meal-times, and never once had asked
+myself where breakfast was to come from. But now the long faces of my
+shipmates brought me to a remembrance of it, and when little Dolly Venn
+cried, "Oh, captain, I am so hungry!" I began to realize what a parlous
+plight we were in and what a roundabout road we must tread to get out
+of it. Lucky for us, the old Frenchman, who had stood all this time
+like a statue gazing out over the desolate sea, now bobbed up again,
+good Samaritan that he was, and catching Master Dolly's complaint, he
+spoke of breakfast on his own account.
+
+"Ah! you hungry, you thirst, messieurs; sailor-man always like
+that. Your ship gone? Never mind, he shall come back again, to-day,
+to-morrow, one, two, three day--pray God it be not longer, shipmate,
+pray God!"
+
+
+[Illustration: A picturesque old figure standing there.]
+
+
+I thought him a fine, picturesque old figure, standing there on the
+headland with his long hair streaming in the wind like a woman's, and
+his brawny arms outstretched as though he would call the ship back to
+us from the lonely ocean. Truth to tell, the place was one to fill any
+man with awe. Far as the eye could see, the great waste was white with
+the foam of its breaking seas; the headland itself stood up a thousand
+feet like some mighty fortress commanding all the deep. Far below us
+were the green valleys of the island, the woods we had raced through
+last night; pastures with little white houses dotted about on them; the
+bungalow itself wherein Ruth Bellenden lived. No picture from the
+gallery of a high tower could have been more beautiful than that
+strange land with the wild reefs lying about it and the rollers
+cascading over them, and the black glens above which we stood, and the
+great circle of the water like some measureless basin which the whole
+earth bounded. I did not wonder that old Clair-de-Lune was silent when
+he looked down upon a scene so grand. It seemed a crime to speak of
+food and drink in such a place; and yet it was of these that Peter
+Bligh must go on talking.
+
+"We'll do the prayin', shipmate, if you'll do the cookin'," cried he,
+hopefully; "as for that--you speak like a wise man. 'Tis wonderful easy
+to pray on a full stomach! There isn't a hunger or a thirst this side
+of 'Frisco which I would not pray out of this same island if you'll be
+pleased to bring 'em along. Weigh anchor, my man," says he, "and we'll
+pipe down to dinner."
+
+Well, the old man laughed at his manner of putting it, and, without
+further ado, we all went down to the bird's nest in the hollow,
+and there we lighted a fire in the shelter of the pit, and old
+Clair-de-Lune going away in search of rations, he returned presently
+with victuals enough to feed a missionary, and more than that, as
+pretty a trio to serve them as any seaman could hope for. For what
+should happen but that the three young girls we'd seen yesterday in
+the woods came romping up the hill together; and one bringing a great
+can for the coffee, and another a basket of luscious fruit, and a
+third some new-made bread and biscuit--they ran down the ladder to us
+and began to talk in their pretty language, and now and then in
+English which did not need much understanding.
+
+"I am Rosamunda," says one.
+
+And the second, she says:
+
+"I am Sylvia--Sylvia--Sylvia."
+
+And the third, she chimes in with:
+
+"I am Celestine, and I have brought you bread."
+
+And they all stood together, shy and natural, looking now at one, now
+at another of us; but most often, I thought, at little Dolly Venn, who
+had a way of making them understand which an older man might have
+envied.
+
+"And wonderful pretty names, too, young ladies, though a seaman doesn't
+often hear the likes of 'em," cries Peter Bligh, gallant enough, as all
+Irishmen are. "They're all Pollies in our parts, and it do come easier
+to the tongue and more convenient if you know many of 'em. Whereby did
+you hitch up names like those?" asks he; "which, askin' your pardon,
+seem to me to be took out of a picture-book."
+
+They giggled at this; but old Clair-de-Lune, who was mighty proud of
+them, and justly, answered Peter Bligh as though the question were
+serious.
+
+"Monsieur, in my own country I am artiste; I play the drama, the
+comedy, the tragedy. Clair-de-Lune they call me at the theatre. To the
+daughters of my master I give the artiste's name--why not? Better the
+good name than the bad name! It was long year ago, shipmate; the Belle
+Ile was wrecked on these reef; the maitre is drowned, but I and the
+young ladies are save. We come, we go, none interfere. The Governor is
+angry, we hide in the hill; the Governor laugh, we go down to the
+valley. When the sleep-time comes, we go to the house under the sea:
+you shall find him a dangerous time, but we hide far down. None
+frighten Clair-de-Lune; they frighten of him. He become the father
+according to his best."
+
+It was touching, I must say, to hear this old man's broken story; and
+prettier still to see the affectionate eyes with which these little
+girls watched every movement of one to whom, I am sure, they were
+beholden for all that they got out of Ken's Island. For the rest, the
+tale was plain enough. The father had been wrecked and drowned on the
+sword-fish reef; the servant had saved the children and himself from
+the ship, and his own natural cleverness had done the rest. No one
+interfered with him, he said; and this was true. I verily believe that
+the devils in the valley below believed that he and the children with
+him were nothing more or less than spirits.
+
+I say his story was plain, and yet there was something in it which was
+Greek to me. He had named a house under the sea, and what that meant,
+or how any man could build such a house, lay beyond my understanding. I
+should have asked a question about it there and then, and have sought
+light on the matter if it hadn't been that the food was already cooked,
+and, the others being mighty anxious, we sat down to steaming coffee
+and broiled kid's flesh and good bread and sweet fruit, and I was very
+willing to keep my curiosity. Once, it is true, the young girl who
+called herself "Rosamunda" came and sat by my side and wished to talk
+to me; but, prettily as she spoke our tongue, her measure of it was
+limited, and we did not get very far, in spite of good intentions.
+
+"Do you like the island, do you like living here?" I asked her.
+
+She answered me with a doubting shake of her pretty head.
+
+"In the sun-months, yes, I like it; but not in the sleep-time. You will
+go away before the sleep-time, monsieur?"
+
+"Really, young lady," said I, "it seems to me that it depends upon
+Mister Jacob and the ship. But, supposing I cannot go away--what then?
+How does the sleep-time concern me?"
+
+"You must not stay," she said, quickly; "for us it is different; we--we
+live in the house under the sea, but no stranger may live there--the
+Governor would not permit it. On the island all things sleep. If you do
+not go to the house under the sea--ah, monsieur, but you will sail
+away, you will sail in your ship."
+
+She put it very childishly, the same cock-and-bull story that the old
+Frenchman had been at last night. What to make of it, I knew no more
+than the dead. Here we seemed to be on as fair an island as the whole
+Pacific might show you; and yet these odd folk could talk of sun-months
+and sleep-time, and other stuff which might have been written in a
+fairy-book. Do you wonder that I laughed at them and treated it as any
+sane man, not given to fables, would have done?
+
+"Sleep-time or sun-time, I'll be away before then, please God,
+mademoiselle," said I; "do not fear for Jasper Begg, who was always
+fond of his bed and won't grumble overmuch, be it sleep or waking. For
+the rest, we'll take our chance, as others must do here, I fancy. Mme.
+Czerny, for instance--do you know Mme. Czerny, young lady?"
+
+She nodded her head and said that she did.
+
+"Yes, yes, we know Mme. Czerny; she is the Governor's wife. I think she
+is unhappy, Monsieur Captain. In the sun-months I see her, but in the
+sleep-time she lives in the house under the sea, and no one knows. You
+are her friend, perhaps; you would know that she is unhappy?"
+
+I knew it well enough; but I wished to lead this little talker on, and
+so I said I did not.
+
+"Unhappy, young lady! Why should she be unhappy?"
+
+I asked it naturally, as though I was very surprised; but you could not
+deceive Mlle. Rosamunda. A more artful little witch never played at
+fairies in a wood.
+
+"If she is not unhappy, why have you come here, Monsieur Captain? You
+come to help her--oh, I know! And you say that you do not."
+
+"Perhaps so, young lady; perhaps I do--that I will tell you by-and-bye.
+But I am curious about the Governor. What sort of a man is he, and
+where does he happen to be at this particular moment? I'm sure you
+could say something nice about him if you tried."
+
+
+
+[Illustration: She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes.]
+
+
+She looked at me with her big, questioning eyes, as though the question
+were but half understood. Presently she said:
+
+"You laugh at me. M. Czerny has gone away to the world. Of course he
+would go. He has gone in the ship. What shall I tell you about him?
+That he is kind, cruel; that we love him, hate him? Every one knows
+that; every one has told you. He is the Governor and we are his people
+who must obey: When he comes back he will ask you to obey him too, and
+you must say 'yes.' That will be at the sleep-time: eight, nine, ten
+days. But why do you ask, Monsieur Captain? Has not Mme. Czerny said it
+because you are her friend? I know that you tease me. Sailors love to
+tease little girls, and you are no better than the other ones."
+
+She cast down her eyes at this, and looked for all the world the taking
+little coquette that she was. Her odd speech told me something, enough
+at least to put a hundred questions into my head and as many useless
+answers. The Governor was away. The island alternately hated and feared
+him. The sleep-time, whatever it was, might be looked for in ten days'
+time. We must be away and on board the ship by then or something
+dreadful would happen to us. Ruth Bellenden's unhappiness was known
+even to these little girls, and they surmised, as the others had
+surmised, that we were on shore to help her. For the rest, the men on
+Ken's Island, I imagined, would hunt us night and day until we were
+taken. Nor was I mistaken in that. We'd scarcely finished our meal when
+there was the sound of a gunshot far down in the valley, and, old
+Clair-de-Lune jumping up at the report, we were all on our feet in an
+instant to speak of the danger.
+
+"Halloa, popguns," cries Peter Bligh, in his Irish way; "what for now
+would any man be firing popguns at this time of the morning?"
+
+"It's to ask after your health, Peter," said I, when we'd listened
+awhile, "what else should a man be firing after, unless he takes you
+for a rabbit? Will you run down and thank him kindly?"
+
+He hitched up his breeches and pulled out his briar-pipe.
+
+"If this is track-running, take down my number. I'm through with it,
+gentlemen, being not so young as I was."
+
+A gunshot, fired out at sea, cut short his talk. Old Clair-de-Lune,
+nipping up the ladder, bade us follow him, while to the girls he cried,
+"_Allez-vous en!_" All our quiet talk and content were gone in an
+instant. I never answered little Dolly Venn when he asked me, "Do you
+think there's danger, sir?" but, running up the hill after the
+Frenchman, I helped him to carry the ladder we'd dragged out of the
+pit, for I knew he'd need of it.
+
+"What is it, Clair-de-Lune? Why are they firing?" I asked him, as he
+ran.
+
+"Governor home," was his answer--"Governor home. Great danger,
+_capitaine_."
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+WE ARE SURELY CAGED ON KEN'S ISLAND
+
+We ran up the hill, I say, as men who raced for their lives. The little
+girls, snatching up their bags and baskets, exchanged a quick word with
+Clair-de-Lune and then hurried off towards the bungalow. Our own path
+lay over difficult rocks and steep slopes and chasms fearful to see. Of
+these our leader made nothing, and we went on, up and up, until at last
+the road carried us right round the highest peak, on whose very walls
+we walked like chamois on a mountain crag. It was here, on a narrow
+ledge high above the sea, that the Frenchman stopped for the first
+time.
+
+"Shipmates," said he, when he had got his breath, "journey done, all
+finish, you safe here, you rest. I go down to see Governor; but come
+back again, come back again, messieurs, with bread and meat."
+
+Well, I don't think one of us had the voice to answer him. The place
+itself--the ledge above the sea and the little low, cramped cave behind
+it--occupied all our thoughts. Here, in truth, a man might lie safely
+enough--yet in what a situation. The very door of the house opened upon
+an abyss a thousand feet above the rocks below. We had the sea before
+our eyes, the sea beneath us, the sea for our distant horizon. Day and
+night the breakers thundered on the sword-fish reef; the wind moaned in
+the mighty eaves of those tremendous crags. We were like men placed
+suddenly on a steeple's side and left there to live or fall, as fortune
+went.
+
+I tell you this, plain and straightforwardly, because five days passed
+on that awful ledge, and, except for one day, there is nothing but a
+seaman's talk of question and answer and idle hope to set down on these
+pages. If every hour of the day found one of us with eyes which yearned
+for our lost ship, with hearts grown heavy in waiting and
+disappointment--that was his affair, and of no concern to others. Be
+sure we didn't confess, one to the other, the thought in our heads or
+the future we must live through. We had come to Ken's Island to help
+little Ruth Bellenden, and this fearful plight was the result of
+it--ship gone, the island full of devils that would have cut our
+throats for nothing and thought themselves well paid--no knowledge,
+not the smallest, of any way of escape--food short and likely to be
+shorter. Friends we had, true friends. Night and morning Clair-de-Lune
+and the little girls found their way up to us with bread and meat and
+the news that was passing. It was on the fifth day that they came no
+more, and I, at least, knew that they would never come again.
+
+"Lads," I said, "one of two things has happened. Either they've been
+watched and followed, or the time of which they made mention has come.
+I trust the old Frenchman as I would trust my own brother. He knows how
+it will fare with five men left on a lonely rock without food or drink.
+If he doesn't come up here today, it's because he daren't come or
+because he's ordered elsewhere."
+
+They turned it over in their minds, and Dolly Venn spoke next.
+
+"Last night in my watch I heard a bell ringing, sir. At first I thought
+it was fancy--the sea beating on the rocks or the wind moaning in the
+hills; but I got the ladder and went down the hill, and then I heard it
+distinctly, and saw lights burning brightly on the reef far out to the
+north. There were boats passing, I'm sure, and what was so wonderful
+that I didn't like to speak about it, the whole of the sea about the
+reef shone yellow as though a great lantern were burning far down below
+its heart. I could make out the figures of men walking on the rocks,
+and when the moon shone the figures disappeared as though they went
+straight down into the solid rock. You may not believe it, captain,
+but I'm quite sure of what I say, and if Clair-de-Lune does not come
+to-night, I ask you to go down the hillside with me and to see for
+yourself."
+
+Now, the lad spoke in a kind of wonder-dream, and knowing how far from
+his true nature such a thing was, it did not surprise me that the
+others listened to him with that ready ear which seamen are quick to
+lend to any fairy tale. Superstitious they were, or sailors they never
+would have been; and here was the very stuff to set them all ears, like
+children about a bogey. Nor will I deny that Dolly Venn's tale was
+marvellous enough to make a fable. Had it been told to me under any
+other circumstances, my reply would have been: "Dolly, my lad, since
+when have you taken to sleep-walking?" But I said nothing of the kind,
+for I had that in my pocket which told me it was true; and what I knew
+I deemed it right that the others should know also.
+
+"When a man sees something which strikes him as extraordinary," said I,
+"he must first ask himself if it is Nature or otherwise. There are lots
+of things in this world beyond our experience, but true for all that.
+Ken's Island may be rated as one of them. The old Frenchman speaks of a
+sleep-time and a sun-time. Lads, I do believe he tells the truth. If
+you ask me why--well, the why is here, in these papers Ruth Bellenden
+gave me five days ago."
+
+I took the packet from my pocket, and turned the pages of them again as
+I had turned them--aye, fifty times--in the days which had passed.
+Thumbed and dirty as they were (for a seaman's pocket isn't lined with
+silk); thumbed and dirty, I say, and crumpled out of shape, they were
+the first bit of Ruth Bellenden's writing that ever I called my own,
+and precious to me beyond any book.
+
+"Yes," I went on, "this is the story of Ken's Island, and Ruth
+Bellenden wrote it. Ten months almost from this day she landed here.
+What has passed between Edmond Czerny and her in that time God alone
+knows! She isn't one to make complaint, be sure of it. She has suffered
+much, as a good woman always must suffer when she is linked to a bad
+man. If these papers do not say so plainly, they say it by implication.
+And, concerning that, I'll ask you a question. What is Edmond Czerny
+here for? The answer's in a word. He is here for the money he gets out
+of the wreckage of ships!"
+
+It was no great surprise to them, I venture, though surprise I meant it
+to be. They had guessed something the night we came ashore, and seamen
+aren't as stupid as some take them for. Nevertheless, they picked up
+their ears at my words, and Peter Bligh, filling his pipe, slowly,
+said, after a bit:
+
+"Yes, it wouldn't be for parlour games, captain!"
+
+The others were too curious to put in their word, and so I went on:
+
+"He's here for wreckage and the money it brings him. I'll leave it to
+you to say what's done to those that sailed the ships. There are words
+in this paper which make a man's blood run cold. If they are to be
+repeated, they shall be spoken where Edmond Czerny can hear them,
+and those that judge him. What we are concerned about at this moment
+is Ken's Island and its story. You've heard the old Frenchman,
+Clair-de-Lune, speak of sleep-time and sun-time. As God is in heaven,
+he spoke the truth!"
+
+They none of them answered me. Down below us the sea shimmered in the
+morning light. We sat on a ledge a thousand feet above it, and, save
+for the lapping waves on the reef, not a sound of life, not even a bird
+on the wing, came nigh us. You could have heard a pin drop when I went
+on.
+
+"Sleep-time and sun-time, is it fable or truth? Ruth Bellenden says its
+truth. I'll read you her words----"
+
+Peter Bligh said, "Ah," and struck a match. Seth Barker, the carpenter,
+sat for all the world like a child, with his great mouth wide open and
+his eyes full of wonder. Dolly Venn was curled up at my feet like a
+dog. I opened the papers and began to read to them:
+
+"On the 14th of August, three weeks after the ship brought us to Ken's
+Island, I was awakened at four o'clock in the morning by an alarm-bell
+ringing somewhere in the island. The old servant, she whom they called
+'Mother Meg,' came into my room in great haste to tell me to get up.
+When I was dressed my husband entered and laughingly said that we must
+go on board the yacht at once. I was perplexed and a little cross about
+it; but when we were rowed out to the ship, I found that all the white
+people were leaving the island in boats and being rowed to those rocks
+which lie upon the northward side. Edmond tells me that there are
+dangerous seasons in this beautiful place, when the whole island is
+unfit for human habitation and all must leave it, sometimes for a week,
+sometimes for a month."
+
+I put the paper down and turned another page of it.
+
+"That, you see," said I, "is written on the 14th of August, before she
+knew the true story or what the dangerous time might mean. Passing on,
+I find another entry on September 21st, and that makes it clearer:
+
+"There is here a wonderful place they call 'The House Under the Sea.'
+It is built for those who cannot escape the sleep-time otherwise. I am
+to go there when my husband sails for Europe. I have asked to accompany
+him and am refused. There are less delicate ways of reminding a woman
+that she has lost her liberty.
+
+"November 13th.--I have again asked Edmond to permit me to accompany
+him to London. He answers that he has his reasons. There is a way of
+speaking to a woman she can never forget. My husband spoke in that way
+this morning.
+
+"December 12th.--I know Edmond's secret, and he knows that I know it!
+Shall I tell it to the winds and the waves? Who else will listen? Let
+me ask of myself courage. I can neither think nor act to-night.
+
+"December 25th.--Christmas Day! I am alone. A year ago--but what shall
+it profit to remember a year ago? I am in a prison-house beneath the
+sea, and the waves beat against my windows with their moaning cry,
+'Never, never again--never again!' At night, when the tide has fallen,
+I open my window and send a message to the sea. Will any hear it? I
+dare not hope.
+
+"January 1st.--My husband has returned from his cruise. He is to go to
+Europe to see after my affairs. Will he tell them, I wonder, that Ruth
+Bellenden is dead?
+
+"January 8th.--The sleep-time has now lasted for nine weeks. They tell
+me that vapours rise up from the land and lie above it like a cloud.
+Some think they come from the great poppies which grow in the marshy
+fields of the lowlands; others say from the dark pools in the gorges of
+the hills. However it may be, those that remain on the island fall into
+a trance while the vapour is there. A strange thing! Some never wake
+from it; some lose their senses; the negroes alone seem able to live
+through it. The vapours arise quite suddenly; we ring the alarm-bell to
+send the people to the ships.
+
+"January 15th.--We returned to the island to-day. How blind and selfish
+some people are! I do believe that Aunt Rachel is content to live on
+this dreadful place. She is infatuated with Edmond. 'I am anchored
+securely in a home: she says. 'The house under the sea is a young man's
+romantic fancy.' The rest is meaningless to her--a man's whim. 'I
+cannot dissipate my fortune on Ken's Island.' Aunt Rachel was always a
+miser.
+
+"February 2d.--This morning Edmond came to me for that which he calls
+'an understanding.' His affection distresses me. Oh, it might all be so
+different if I would but say 'yes.' And what prevents me--the voices I
+have heard on the reef; or is it because I know--I know?
+
+"February 9th.--I am on the island again and the sun is shining. What I
+have suffered none shall ever know. I prefer Edmond Czerny's anger to
+his love. We understand each other now.
+
+"February 21st.--My message to the sea remains unanswered. Will it be
+forever?
+
+"March 3d.--If Jasper Begg should come to me, how would they receive
+him? How could he help me? I do not know--and yet my woman's heart says
+'Come!'
+
+"April 4th.--There has been a short recurrence of the sleep-time. A
+ship struck upon the reef, and the crew rowed ashore to the island. I
+saw them last night in the moonlight, from my windows. They fell one by
+one at the border of the wood and slept. You could count their bodies
+in the clear white light. I tried to shut the sight from my eyes, but
+it followed me to my bed-room!
+
+"May 3d.--I whispered my message to the sea again, but am alone--God
+knows how much alone!"
+
+I folded up the paper and looked at the others. Peter Bligh's pipe had
+gone out and lay idle in his hand. Dolly Venn was still curled at my
+feet. Seth Barker I do not believe had budged an inch the whole time I
+was reading. The story gripped them like a vice--and who shall wonder
+at that? For, mark you, it might yet be our story.
+
+"Peter," said I, "you have heard what Mme. Czerny says, and you know
+now as much as I do. I am waiting for your notion."
+
+He picked up his pipe and began to fill it again.
+
+"Captain," says he, "what notions can I have which wouldn't be in any
+sane head? This island's a death-trap, and the sooner we're off it the
+better for our healths. What's happened to the ship, the Lord only
+knows! At a guess I would say that an accident's overtook her. Why
+should a man leave his shipmates if it isn't by an accident? Mister
+Jacob is not the one to go psalm-singing when he knows we're short of
+victuals and cooped up here like rats in a trap! Not he, as I'm a
+living man! Then an accident's overtook him; he doesn't come, because
+he can't come, which, as my old father used to say, was the best of
+reasons. Putting two and two together, I should speak for sailing away
+without him, which is plain reason anyway."
+
+"We walking on the sea, the likes of which the parson talks about?"
+chimed in Seth Barker.
+
+"If you haven't got a boat," says Dolly Venn, "I don't see how you are
+to make one out of seaweed! Perhaps Mister Jacob will come back
+tomorrow."
+
+"And perhaps we sha'n't be hungry before that same time!" added Peter
+Bligh; "aye, that's it, captain, where's the dinner to come from?"
+
+I thought upon it a minute, and then I said to them:
+
+"If Dolly Venn heard a bell ringing last night that's the danger-bell
+of which Miss Ruth speaks. We cannot go down to the island, for doesn't
+she say it's death to be caught there? We cannot stop up here or we
+shall die of hunger. If there's a man among you that can point to a
+middle course, I shall be glad to hear him. We have got to do
+something, lads, that's sure!"
+
+They stared at me wonderingly; none of them could answer it. We were
+between the devil and the deep sea, and in our hearts I think we began
+to say that if the ship did not come before many hours had passed, four
+of her crew, at least, would cease to care whether she came or stopped.
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+LIGHTS UNDER THE SEA
+
+The day fell powerfully hot, with scarce a breath of wind and a Pacific
+sun beating fiercely on the barren rocks. What shelter was to be had we
+got in the low cave behind the platform; but our eyes were rarely
+turned away from the sea, and many a time we asked each other what kept
+Clair-de-Lune or why the ship was missing. That the old man had some
+good reason I made certain from the beginning; but the ship was a
+greater matter. Either she was powerless to help us or Mister Jacob had
+mistaken his orders. I knew not what to think. It was enough to be
+trapped there on that bit of a rock and to tell each other that,
+sleep-time or sun-time, we should be dead men if no help came to us.
+
+"Belike the Frenchman's took with the fog and is doing a bit of a doze
+on his own account," said Peter Bligh, gloomily, towards three bells in
+the afternoon watch--and little enough that wasn't gloomy he'd spoken
+that day. "Well, sleep won't fill my canteen anyway! I could manage a
+rump-steak, thank you, captain, and not particular about the onions!"
+
+They laughed at his notion of it, and Seth Barker sympathetically
+pegged his belt up one. I was more sorry for little Dolly Venn than any
+of them, though his pluck was wonderful to see.
+
+"Are you hungry, Dolly, lad?" I asked him, by-and-bye. Foolish question
+that it was, he answered me with a boy's bright laugh and something
+which could make light of it:
+
+"It's good for the constitution to fast, sir," he said, bravely; "our
+curate used to tell us so when I went to church. We shall all be
+saints--and Mr. Peter will have a halo if this goes on long enough!"
+
+Now, Peter Bligh didn't take to that notion at all, and he called out,
+savagely:
+
+"To blazes with your halos! Is it Christianity to rob an honest man of
+his victuals? Give me a round of top-side and leave me out of the
+stained-glass window! I'm not taking any, lad--my features isn't
+regular, as my poor----"
+
+"Peter, Peter," said I, bringing him to, "so it's top-side to-day?
+It was duck and green peas yesterday, Peter; but it won't be that
+to-night, not by a long way!"
+
+"If we sit on this rock long enough," chimed in Seth Barker, who was
+over-patient for his size, "some on us will be done like a rasher. I
+wouldn't make any complaint, captain; but I take leave to say it isn't
+wisdom."
+
+I had meant to say as much myself, but Peter Bligh was in before me,
+and so I let him speak.
+
+"Fog or no fog," cries he, "I'm for the shore presently, and that's
+sure and certain. It ain't no handsome vulture that I'm going to feed
+anyway! I don't doubt that you'll come with me, captain. Why, you could
+play 'God save the King' on me and hear every note! I'm a toonful drum,
+that's what I am----"
+
+"Be what you like, but don't ask us to dance to your music," said I,
+perhaps a little nettled; "as for going down, of course we shall,
+Peter. Do you suppose I'm the one to die up here like a rat in a trap?
+Not so, I do assure you. Give me twilight and a clear road, and I'll
+show you the way quick enough!"
+
+I could see that they were pleased, and Dolly Venn spoke up for them.
+
+"You won't go alone, sir?" asked he.
+
+"Indeed, and I shall, Dolly, and come back the same way. Don't you fear
+for me, my lad," said I; "I've been in a fog before in my life, and out
+of it, too, though I never loved them overmuch. If there's danger down
+below, one man has eyes enough to see it. It would be a mortal waste
+and pity that four should pay what one can give. But I won't forget
+that you are hungry, and if there's roast duck about, Peter Bligh shall
+have a wing, I promise him."
+
+Well, they all sat up at this; and Peter Bligh, very solemnly crossing
+his fingers after the Italian fashion, swore, as seamen will, that we'd
+all go together, good luck or bad, the devil or the deep sea. Seth
+Barker was no less determined upon it; and as for Dolly Venn, I believe
+he'd have cried like a child if he'd been left behind. In the end I
+gave way to them, and it was agreed that we should all set out
+together, for better or worse, when the right time came.
+
+"Your way, lads, not mine," said I; and pleased, too, at their
+affection. "As you wish it, so shall it be; and that being agreed upon
+I'll trouble Peter Bligh for his tobacco, for mine's low. We'll dine
+this night, fog or no fog. 'Twould want to be something sulphurous, I'm
+thinking, to put Peter off his grub. Aye, Peter, isn't that so? What
+would you say now to an Irish stew with a bit of bacon in it, and a
+glass of whisky to wash it down? Would fogs turn you back?"
+
+"No, nor Saint Patrick himself, with a shillelagh in his hand. I'm
+mortal empty, captain; and no man's more willing to leave this same
+bird's nest though he had all the sulphur out of Vesuvius on his
+diagram! We'll go down at sunset, by your leave, and God send us safely
+back again!"
+
+The others echoed my "Amen," and for an hour or more we all sat dozing
+in the heat of the angry day. Once, I think towards seven bells of the
+watch, Dolly Venn pointed out the funnels of a steamer on the northern
+horizon; but the loom of the smoke was soon lost, and from that time
+until six o'clock of the afternoon I do not think twenty words were to
+be heard on the rock. We were just waiting, waiting, like weary men who
+have a big work to do and are anxious to do it; and no sooner had the
+sun gone down and a fresh breeze of night begun to blow, than we jumped
+to our feet and told each other that the time had come.
+
+"Do you, Peter, take the ladder and let Seth Barker steady the end of
+it," said I. "The road's tricky enough, and precious little dinner
+you'll get at the bottom of a thousand-foot chasm! If there's men on
+the island, we shall know that soon enough. They cannot do more than
+murder us, and murder has merits when starvation's set against it. Come
+on, my lads," said I, "and keep a weather-eye open."
+
+This I said, and willingly they heard me; no gladder party ever went
+down a hillside than we four, whom hunger drove on and thirst made
+brave. Dangerous places, which we should have crossed with wary feet at
+any other time, now found us reckless and hasty.
+
+We bridged the chasms with the ladder, and slid down it as though it
+had been a rope. The bird's nest, where five days ago we'd first found
+shelter from the islanders, detained us now no longer than would
+suffice for thirsty men to bathe their faces and their hands in the
+brook which gushed out from the hillside, and to drink a draught which
+they remembered to their dying day. Aye, refreshing it was, more than
+words can tell, and such strength it gave us that, if there had been a
+hundred men on the mountain path; I do believe our steps would still
+have been set for the bungalow. For we were about to learn the truth.
+Curiosity is a good wind, even when you're hungry.
+
+Now, there was a place on the headland, three hundred feet above the
+valley, perhaps, whereat the hill path turned and, for the first time,
+the island was plainly to be seen. Here at this place we stopped all
+together and began to spy out the woods through which we had raced for
+our lives six days ago. The sun had but just set then, and, short as
+the twilight is in these parts, there was enough of it for us to make a
+good observation and to be sure of many things. What I think struck us
+all at the first was the absence of any fog such as we had heard about
+both from the Frenchman and Ruth Bellenden's diary. A bluish vapour, it
+is true, appeared to steam up from the woods and to loom in hazy clouds
+above the lower marshland. But of fog in the proper sense there was not
+a trace; and although I began to find the air a little heavy to
+breathe, and a curious stupidness, for which I could not altogether
+account, troubled my head, nevertheless I made sure that the story of
+sleep-time was, in the main, a piece of nonsense and that we should
+soon prove it to be so. Nor were the others behind me in this.
+
+"It is no fog I see which would slow me down a knot!" said Peter Bligh,
+when the island came into view; "to think that a man should go without
+his dinner for yon peat smoke! Surely, captain, they are simple in
+these parts and easy at the bogeys. 'Twill be roast duck, after
+all--and, may-be, the sage thrown in!"
+
+This was all well said, but Dolly Venn, quicker with his eyes, remarked
+a stranger fact.
+
+"There's no one about, sir, that I can see," said he, wisely, "and no
+lights in the houses either. I wonder where all the people are? It's
+curious that we shouldn't see some one."
+
+He put it as a kind of question; but before I could answer him Seth
+Barker chimed in with his deep voice, and pointed towards the distant
+reef:
+
+"They've lit up the sea, that's what they've done," said he.
+
+"By thunder, they have!" cries Peter Bligh, in his astonishment; "and
+generous about it, too. Saw any one such a thing as that?"
+
+He indicated the distant reef, which seemed, as I bear witness, ablaze
+with lights. And not only the reef, mark you, but the sea about it, a
+cable's length, it may be, to the north and the south, shone like a
+pool of fire, yellow and golden, and sometimes with a rare and
+beautiful green light when the darkness deepened. Such a spectacle I
+shall never see again if I sail a thousand ships! That luscious green
+of the rolling seas, the spindrift tossed in crystals of light, foam
+running on the rocks, but foam like the water of jewels, a dazzling
+radiance--aye, a very carpet of quivering gold. Of this had they made
+the northern channel. How it was done, what cleverness worked it, it
+needed greater brains than mine to say. I was for all the world like a
+man struck dumb with the beauty of something which pleases and awes him
+in the same breath.
+
+"Lights under the sea, and people living there! It's enough to make a
+man doubt his senses," said I. "And yet the thing's true, lads: we're
+sane men and waking; it isn't a story-book. You can prove it for
+yourselves."
+
+"Aye, and men going in and out like landsmen to their houses," cried
+Peter, almost breathless; "it's a fearsome sight, captain, a fearsome
+sight, upon my word."
+
+The rest of us said nothing. We were just a little frightened group
+that stared open-mouthed upon a seeming miracle. If we regarded the
+things we saw with a seaman's reverence, let no one make complaint of
+that. The spectacle was one to awe any man; nor might we forget that
+those who appeared to live below the sea lived there, as Ruth Bellenden
+had told us, because the island was a death-trap. We were in the trap
+and none to show us the road out.
+
+"Peter," said I, suddenly, for I wished to turn their thoughts away
+from it, "are you forgetting it's dinner-time?"
+
+"I clean forgot, captain, by all that's holy," said he.
+
+"And not feeling very hungry, either," exclaims Dolly Venn, who had
+begun to cough in the steaming vapour, which we laughed at. I was
+anxious about the lad already, and it didn't comfort me to hear Seth
+Barker breathing like an ox and telling me that it should be clearer in
+the valley.
+
+I said, "Yes, it might be," and all together we began to march again. A
+sharp walk carried us from the hill path through the tangle of bushes
+into the woods wherefrom danger first had come to us. The night had set
+in by this time and a clear moon was showing in the sky. Rare and
+beautiful, I must say, that moonlight was, shimmering through the hazy
+blue vapour and coming down almost as a carpet of violet between the
+broad green leaves. No scene that I have witnessed upon the stage of a
+theatre was more pleasing to my eyes than that silent forest with its
+lawns of grass and its patches of wonderful, fantastic light, and its
+strange silence, and the loneliness of which it seemed to speak. So
+awesome was it that I do not wonder we went a considerable way in
+silence. We were afraid, perhaps, to tell each other what we thought.
+When Peter Bligh cried out at last, we started at the sound of his
+voice as though a stranger hailed us.
+
+"Yonder," cried he, in a voice grown deep and husky; "yonder, captain,
+what do you make of that? Is it living men or dead, or do my eyes
+deceive me?"
+
+I stopped short at his words and the others halted with me. We were in
+a deep glen by this time; and all the surrounding woodland was shut
+from our sight. Great trees spread their branches like a canopy above
+us; the grass was soft and downy to the feet; the bewitching violet
+light gave unnatural yet wonderful colours to the flowery bushes about
+us. No fairy glen could have showed a heart more wonderful; and yet, I
+say, we four stood on the borders of it, with white faces and blinking
+eyes, and thoughts which none would change even with his own brother.
+
+Why did he do it, you ask? Ah, I'll tell you why.
+
+There were three men sleeping in the glen, and the face of one was
+plainly to be seen. He lay upon his back, his hands clenched, his limbs
+stiff, his eyes wide open as though some fearsome apparition had come
+to him and was not to be passed by. Of the others, one had dropped face
+downward and lay huddled up at the tree's foot; but the third was in a
+natural attitude and I do believe that he was dead. For a long time we
+stood there watching them--for he whose eyes were to be seen uttered
+every now and then a dismal cry in his sleep, and the second began to
+talk like a man in a delirium. Spanish he spoke, and that is a tongue I
+do not understand. But the words told of agony if ever words did, and I
+turned away from the scene at last as a man who couldn't bear to hear
+them.
+
+"They're sleeping," said I, "and little good to wake them, if Miss Ruth
+speaks true. Come on, lads--the shore's our road and short's the time
+to get there."
+
+Peter Bligh reeled dizzily in his walk and began to talk
+incoherently--a thing I had never heard him do before in all his life.
+
+"They're sleeping, aye, and what's the waking to be? Is it the madhouse
+or the ground? She spoke of the madhouse, and who'll deny, with reason?
+There was air for a man in the heights and no parlour plants. I walked
+forty miles to Cardiff Fair and didn't dance like this. Take bread when
+you've no meat, and, by thunder, I'll fill your glasses."
+
+Well, he gabbled on so, and not one of us gave him a hearing. I had my
+arm linked in Dolly Venn's, for he was weak and hysterical, and I
+feared he'd go under. Seth Barker, a strong man always, crashed through
+the underwood like an elephant stampeding. The woods, I said, could
+show us no more awesome sight than we had happed upon in the hollow;
+but there I was wrong, for we hadn't tracked a quarter of a mile when
+we stumbled suddenly upon the gardens of the bungalow, and there, lying
+all together, were five young girls I judged to be natives, for they
+had the shape of Pacific Islanders, and, seen in that strange light,
+were as handsome and taking as European women. Asleep they were, you
+couldn't doubt it; but, unlike the white men, they lay so still that
+they might have been dead, while nothing but their smiling faces told
+of life and breathing. They, at least, did not appear to suffer, and
+that was something for our consolation.
+
+"Look yonder, Dolly lad, and 'tell me what you see," said I, though,
+truth to tell, every word spoken was like a knife through my chest;
+"three young women sleeping as though they were in their own beds.
+Isn't that a sight to keep a man up? If they can go through with it,
+why not we--great men that have the sea's good health in them? Bear up,
+my boy, well find a haven presently."
+
+I didn't believe it, that goes without saying, nor, for that matter,
+did he. But wild horses wouldn't have dragged the truth from him. He
+was always a rare plucky one, was little Dolly Venn, and he behaved as
+such that night.
+
+"Better leave me? sir," he said; "I'm dead weight in the boat. Do you
+go to the beach, and perhaps the ship will come back. You've been
+very kind to me, Mister Begg, so kind, and now it's 'good-bye,' just
+'good-bye' and a long good-night."
+
+"Aye," said I, "and a sharp appetite for breakfast in the morning. Did
+you ever hear that I was a bit of a strong man, Dolly? Well, you see, I
+can pick you up as though you were a feather, and now that I have got
+you into my arms I'm going to carry you--why, where do you think?--into
+Ruth Bellenden's house, of course."
+
+He said nothing, but lay in my arms like a child. Peter Bligh had
+fallen headlong by the gate of the bungalow, and Seth Barker was about
+raving. I had trouble to make him understand my words; but he took them
+at last and did as I told him.
+
+"Open that door--with the bludgeon if you can't do it otherwise. But
+open it, man, open it!"
+
+He drew himself up erect and dealt a blow upon the door which might
+have brought down a factory chimney. I ran into the house with Dolly
+Venn in my arms, and as I ran I called to Barker, for God's sake, to
+help Mister Bligh. There would be no one in the house, I said, and
+nothing to be got by whispers. We ran a race with death, and for the
+moment had turned the corner before him.
+
+"Get Mister Bligh to the house and bar up the door after you. The fog
+will fill it in five minutes, and what then? Do you hear me, Seth
+Barker--do you hear me?"
+
+I asked the question plainly enough; but it was not Seth Barker who
+replied to it. You shall judge of my feelings when a bright light
+flashed suddenly in my face and a pleasant voice, coming out of
+nowhere, said, quite civilly:
+
+"The door, by all means, if you have any; regard for your lives or
+mine!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+THE DANCING MADNESS
+
+It was a great surprise to me that here should have been one of Edmond
+Czerny's men left in the bungalow; and when I heard his voice I stood
+for a full minute, uncertain whether to go on or to draw back. The
+light of the lamp was very bright; I had Dolly Venn in my arms,
+remember, and it was all Seth Barker's work to bring in Mister Bligh,
+so that no one will wonder at my hesitation, or the questions I put to
+myself as to how many men were in the house with the stranger, or what
+business kept him there when the island was a death-trap. These
+questions, however, the man answered for himself before many minutes
+had passed; and, moreover, a seaman's instinct seemed to tell me that
+he was a friend.
+
+"Walk right in here," he cried, opening a door behind him and showing
+me a room I had not entered when I visited Mme. Czerny. "Walk right in
+and don't gather daisies on the way. You've been on a pleasure cruise
+in the fog, I suppose--well, that's a sailor all the time--just all the
+time."
+
+He opened the door, I say, upon this, and when we had followed him into
+the room he shut it as quickly. It was not a very large apartment, but
+I noticed at once that the windows were blocked and curtained, and that
+half the space was lumbered up with great machines which seemed made up
+of glass bowls and jars; while a flame of gas was roaring out of an
+iron tube, and a current of delicious fresh air blowing upon our faces.
+Whatever we were in for, whether friendship or the other thing, a man
+could breathe here, and that was something to be thankful for.
+
+"We were caught in the woods and ran for it," said I, thinking in time
+to make my explanations; "it may have been a fool's errand, but it has
+brought us to a wise man's door. You know what the lad's trouble is, or
+you wouldn't be in this house, sir. I'll thank you for any kindness to
+him."
+
+He turned a pleasant face towards me and bade me lay Dolly on the sofa
+near the flaming burner. Peter Bligh was sitting on a chair, swearing,
+I fear, as much as he was coughing. Seth Barker, who had the lungs of a
+bull, looked as though he had found good grass. The fog wasn't made, I
+do believe, which would harm him. As for the doctor himself, he seemed
+like a perplexed man who has time for one smile and no more.
+
+"The lad will be all right in five minutes," said he, seriously; "there
+is air enough here, we being five men, for," he appeared to pause, and
+then he added, "for just three days. After that--why, yes, we'll begin
+to think after that."
+
+I did not know what to say to him, nor, I am sure, did the others.
+Dolly Venn had already opened his eyes and lay back, white and
+bloodless, on the sofa. A hissing sound of escaping gas was in the
+room. I breathed so freely that a sense of excitement, almost of
+intoxication, came upon me. The doctor moved about quietly and
+methodically, now looking to his burners, now at the machines. Five
+minutes came and went before he put another question.
+
+"What kept you from the shelter?" he asked, at last. I knew then that
+he believed us to be Edmond Czerny's men; and I made up my mind
+instantly what to do.
+
+"Prudence kept us, doctor," said I (for doctor plainly he was);
+"prudence, the same sense that turns a fly from a spider's web. It is
+fair that you should know the story. We haven't come to Ken's Island
+because we are Edmond Czerny's friends; nor will he call us that. Ask
+Mme. Czerny the next time you meet her, and she'll tell you what
+brought us here. You are acting well towards us and confidence is your
+due, so I say that the day when Edmond Czerny finds us on this shore
+will be a bad one for him or a bad one for us, as the case may be. Let
+it begin with that, and afterwards we shall sail in open water."
+
+I said all this just naturally, not wishing him to think that I feared
+Edmond Czerny nor was willing to hoist false colours. Enemy or friend,
+I meant to be honest with him. It was some surprise to me, I must say,
+when he went on quietly with his work, moving from place to place, now
+at the gas-burner, now at his machine, just for all the world as though
+this visitation had not disturbed him. When he spoke it was to ask a
+question about Miss Ruth.
+
+"Mme. Czerny," said he, quietly; "there is a Mme. Czerny, then?"
+
+Now, if he had struck me with his hand I could not have been more
+surprised at his ignorance. Just think of it--here was a man left
+behind on Ken's Island when all the riffraff there had fled to some
+shelter on the sea; a man working quietly, I was sure, to discover what
+he could of the gases which poisoned us; a man in Mistress Ruth's own
+house who did not even know her name. Nothing more wonderful had I
+heard that night. And the way he put the question, raising his eyebrows
+a little, and looking up over his long, white apron!
+
+"Not heard of Mme. Czerny!" cried I, in astonishment, "not heard of
+her--why, what shore do you hail from, then? Don't you know that she's
+his wife, doctor--his wife?"
+
+He turned to his bottles and went on arranging them. He was speaking
+and acting now at the same time.
+
+"I came ashore with Prince Czerny when he landed here three days ago.
+He did not speak of his wife. There are others in America who would be
+interested in the news--young ladies, I think."
+
+He paused for a little while, and then he said quietly:
+
+"You would be friends of the Princess's, no doubt?"
+
+"Princess be jiggered," said I; "that is to say, God forgive me, for I
+love Miss Ruth better than my own sister. He's no more a prince than
+you are, though that's a liberty, seeing that I don't know your name,
+doctor. He's just Edmond Czerny, a Hungarian musician, who caught a
+young girl's fancy in the South, and is making her suffer for it here
+in the Pacific. Why, just think of it. A young American girl----"
+
+He stopped me abruptly, swinging round on his heel and showing the
+first spark of animation he had as yet been guilty of.
+
+"An American girl?" cried he.
+
+"As true as the Gospels, an American girl. She was the daughter of
+Rupert Bellenden, who made his money on the Western American Railroad.
+If you remember the Elbe going down, you won't ask what became of him.
+His son, Kenrick Bellenden, is in America now. I'd give my fortune,
+doctor, to let him know how it fares with his sister on this cursed
+shore. That's why my own ship sails for 'Frisco this day--at least, I
+hope and believe so, for otherwise she's at the bottom of the sea."
+
+I told the story with some heat, for amazement is the enemy of a slow
+tongue; but my excitement was not shared by him, and for some minutes
+afterwards he stood like a man in a reverie.
+
+"You came in your own ship!" he exclaimed next. "Why, yes, you would
+not have walked. Did Mme. Czerny ask you here?"
+
+"It was a promise to her," said I. "She left the money with her lawyers
+for me to bring a ship to Ken's Island twelve months after her
+marriage. That promise I kept, doctor, and here I am and here are my
+shipmates, and God knows what is to be the end of it and the end of
+us!"
+
+He agreed to that with one of those expressive nods which spared him a
+deal of talk. By-and-bye, without referring to the matter any more, he
+turned suddenly to Peter Bligh and exclaimed:
+
+"Halloa, my man, and what's the matter with you?"
+
+Now, Peter Bligh sat up as stiff as a board and answered directly.
+
+"Hunger, doctor, that's the matter with me! If you'll add thirst to it,
+you've about named my complaint."
+
+"Fog out of your lungs, eh?"
+
+"Be sure and it is. I could dance at a fair and not be particular
+about the women. Put me alongside a beef-steak and you shall see some
+love-making. Aye, doctor, I'll never get my bread as a living skeleton,
+the saints be good to me, my hold's too big for that!"
+
+It was like Mister Bligh, and amused the stranger very much. Just as if
+to answer Peter, the doctor crossed the room and opened a big cupboard
+by the window, which I saw to be full of victuals.
+
+"I forget to eat, myself, when the instruments hustle me," said he,
+thoughtfully; "that's a bad habit, anyway. Suppose you display your
+energy by setting supper. There are tinned things here and eggs, I
+believe. You'll find firewood and fresh meat in the kitchen yonder.
+Here's something to keep the fog out of your lungs while you get it."
+
+
+[Illustation: We were all sitting at the supper-table.]
+
+
+He tossed a respirator across the table, and Peter Bligh was away to
+the kitchen before you could count two. It was a relief to have
+something to do, and right quickly our fellows did it. We were all
+(except little Dolly Venn, who wanted his strength yet) sitting at the
+supper table when half an hour had passed and eating like men who had
+fasted for a month. To-morrow troubled the seamen but little. It did
+not trouble Peter Bligh or Seth Barker that night, I witness.
+
+A strange scene, you will admit, and one not readily banished from the
+memory. For my part, I see that room, I see that picture many a time in
+the night watches on my ship or in the dreaming moments of a seaman's
+day. The great machines of glass and brass rise up again about me as
+they rose that night. I watch the face of the American doctor, sharp
+and clear-cut and boyish, with the one black curl across the forehead.
+I see Peter Bligh bent double over the table, little Dolly Venn's eyes
+looking up bravely at me as he tries to tell us that all is well with
+him. The same curious sensations of doubt and uncertainty come again to
+plague me. What escape was there from that place? What escape from the
+island? Who was to help us in our plight? Who was to befriend little
+Ruth Bellenden now? Would the ship ever come back? Was she above or
+below the sea? Would the sleep-time endure long, and should we live
+through it? Ah! that was the thing to ask them. More especially to ask
+this clever man, whose work I made sure it was to answer the question.
+
+"We thank you, doctor," I said to him, at one time; "we owe our lives
+to you this night. We sha'n't forget that, be sure of it."
+
+"I'll never eat a full meal again but I'll remember the name of
+Doctor--Doctor--which reminds me that I don't know your name, sir,"
+added Peter Bligh, clumsily. The doctor smiled at his humour.
+
+"Dr. Duncan Gray, if it's anything to remember. Ask for Duncan Gray, of
+Chicago, and one man in a thousand will tell you that he makes it his
+business to write about poisons, not knowing anything of them. Why,
+yes, poison brought me here and poison will move me on again; at least
+I begin to imagine it. Poison, you see, holds the aces."
+
+"It's a fearsome place, truly," said I, "and wonderful that Europe
+knows so little about it. I've seen Ken's Island on the charts any time
+these fifteen years, but never a whisper have I heard of sleep-time or
+sun-time or any other death-talk such as I've heard these last three
+days. You'll be here, doctor, no doubt, to ascertain the truth of it?
+If my common sense did not tell me as much, the machinery would. It's a
+great thing to be a man of your kind, and I'd give much if my education
+had led me that way. But I was only at a country grammar school, and
+what I couldn't get in at one end the master never could at the other.
+Aye, I'd give much to know what you know this night!"
+
+He smiled a little queerly at the compliment, I thought, and turned it
+off with a word.
+
+"I begin to know how little I know, and that's a good start," said he.
+"Possibly Ken's Island will make that little less. The master of Ken's
+Island is generously sending me to Nature's university. I think that I
+understand why he permitted me to come here. Why, yes, it was smart,
+and the man who first set curiosity going about Prince Czerny in
+Chicago is well out of Prince Czerny's way. I must reckon all this up,
+Captain--Captain----"
+
+"Jasper Begg," said I, "at one time master of Ruth Bellenden's yacht,
+the Manhattan."
+
+"And Peter Bligh, his mate, who is a Christian man when the victuals
+are right."
+
+Seth Barker said nothing, but I named him and spoke about Dolly Venn.
+We five, I think, began to know each other better from that time, and
+to fall together as comrades in a common misfortune. Parlous as our
+plight was, we had food and drink and tobacco for our pipes afterwards;
+and a seaman needs little more than that to make him happy. Indeed, we
+should have passed the night well enough, forgetting all that had gone
+before and must come after, but for a weird reminder at the hour of
+midnight, which compelled us to recollect our strange situation and all
+that it betided.
+
+Comfortable we were, I say, for Dr. Gray had found fine berths for us
+all: Dolly on the sofa, his skipper in an arm-chair, Peter Bligh and
+Seth Barker on rugs by the window, and he himself in a hammock slung
+across the kitchen door. We had said "good-night" to one another and
+were settling off to sleep, when there came a weird, wild calf from the
+grounds without; and so dismal was it and so like the cries of men in
+agony that we all sprang to our feet and stood, with every faculty
+waking, to listen to the horrible outcry. For a moment no man moved, so
+full of terror were those sounds; but the doctor, coming first to his
+senses, strode towards the window and pulled the heavy curtain back
+from it. Then, in the dazzling light, that wonderful gold-blue light
+which hovered in mist-clouds about the gardens of the bungalow, I saw a
+spectacle which froze my very blood. Twenty men and women, perhaps,
+some of them Europeans, some natives, some dressed in seamen's dress,
+some in rags, some quite naked, were dancing a wild, fantastic,
+maddening dance which no foaming Dervish could have surpassed, aye, or
+imitated, in his cruellest moments. Whirling round and round, extending
+their arms to the sky, sometimes casting themselves headlong on the
+ground, biting the earth with savage lips, tearing their flesh with
+knives, one or two falling stone-dead before our very eyes, these poor
+people in their delirium cried like animals, and filled the whole woods
+with their melancholic wailing. For ten minutes, it may be, the fit
+endured; then one by one they sank to the earth in the most fearful
+contortions of limb and face and body, and, a great silence coming upon
+the house, we saw them there in that cold, clear light, outposts of the
+death which Ken's Island harboured.
+
+We saw the thing, we knew its dreadful truth, yet many minutes passed
+before one among us opened his lip. The spell was still on us--a spell
+of dread and fear I pray that few men may know.
+
+"The laughing fever," exclaimed the doctor, at last, letting the
+curtain fall back with trembling hand. "Yes, I have heard of that
+somewhere."
+
+And then he said, pointing to the lamp upon the table:
+
+"Three days, my friends, three days between us and that!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+THE STORM
+
+You have been informed that Dr. Gray promised us three days' security
+in the bungalow, and I will now tell you how it came about that we
+quitted the house next morning, and set out anew upon the strangest
+errand of them all.
+
+There's an old saying among seamen that the higher the storm the deeper
+the sleep, and this, may-be, is true, if you speak of a ship and of an
+English crew upon her. It takes something more than a capful of wind to
+blow sleep from a sailor's eyes; and though you were to tell him that
+the Judgment was for to-morrow, I do believe he would take his four
+hours off all the same. But at Ken's Island things went differently;
+and two, at least, of our party knew little sleep that night. Again and
+again I turned on my bed to see Dr. Gray busy before his furnace and to
+hear Peter Bligh snoring as though he'd crack the window-glass.
+Nevertheless, sleep came to me slowly, and when I slept I dreamed of
+the island and all the strange things which had happened there since
+first we set foot upon it. Many sounds and shapes were present in my
+dream, and the sweet figure of Ruth Bellenden with them all. I saw her
+brave and patient in the gardens of the bungalow; the words which she
+had spoken, "For God's sake come back to me!" troubled my ears like the
+music of the sea. Sometimes, as dreams will, the picture was but a
+vague shadow, and would send me hither and thither, now to the high
+seas and an English port, again to the island and the bay wherein I
+first landed. I remember, more than all, a dream which carried me to
+the water's edge, with my hand in hers, and showed me a great storm and
+inky clouds looming above the reef and the lightning playing vividly,
+and a tide rising so swiftly that it threatened to engulf us and flood
+the very land on which we stood. And then I awoke, and the dawn-light
+was in the room and Dr. Gray himself stood watching by the window.
+
+"Yes," he said, as though answering some remark of mine, "we shall have
+a storm--and soon."
+
+"You do not say so!" cried I; "why, that's my dream! I must have heard
+the thunder in my sleep."
+
+He drew the curtain back to show me the angry sky, which gave promise
+of thunder and of a hurricane to follow; the air of the room seemed
+heavy as that of a prison-house. In the gardens outside a shimmer of
+yellow light reminded me of a London fog as once I breathed it by
+Temple Bar. No longer could you distinguish the trees or the bushes or
+even the mass of the woods beyond the gate. From time to time the loom
+of the cloud would lift, and a beam of sunlight strike through it,
+revealing a golden path and a bewitching vision of grass and roses all
+drooping in the heat. Then the ray was lost again, and the yellow
+vapour steamed up anew.
+
+"A storm undoubtedly," said the doctor, at last, "and a bad one, too.
+We should learn something from this, captain. Why, yes, it looks
+easy--after the storm the wind."
+
+"And the wind will clear Ken's Island of fog," cried I. "Ah, of course,
+it will. We shall breathe just now and go about like sane men. I am
+younger for hearing it, doctor."
+
+He said, "Yes, it was good news," and then put some sticks into the
+grate and began to make a fire. The others still slept heavily. Little
+Dolly Venn muttered in his sleep a name I thought I had heard before,
+and, truth to tell, it was something like "Rosamunda." The doctor
+himself was as busy as a housemaid.
+
+"Yes," he continued, presently, "we should be pretty well through with
+the sleep-time, and after that, waking. Does anything occur to you?"
+
+I sat up in the chair and looked at him closely. His own manner of
+speech was catching.
+
+"Why, yes," said I, "something does occur. For one thing, we may have
+company."
+
+He lit a match and watched the wood blazing up the chimney. A bit of
+fire is always a cheerful thing, and it did me good to see it that
+morning.
+
+"Czerny has more than a hundred men," said he, after some reflection.
+"We are four and one, which makes five; five exactly."
+
+Now, this was the first time he had confessed to anything which might
+let a man know where his sympathies lay. Friend or enemy, yesterday
+taught me nothing about him. I learnt afterwards that he had once known
+Kenrick Bellenden in Philadelphia. I think he was glad to have four
+comrades with him on Ken's Island.
+
+"If you mean thereby, doctor, that you'd join us," was my reply, "you
+couldn't tell me better news. You know why I came here and you know why
+I stay. It may mean much to Mme. Czerny to have such a friend as you.
+What can be done by five men on this cursed shore shall be done, I
+swear; but I am glad that you are with us--very glad."
+
+I really meant it, and spoke from my heart: but he was not a
+demonstrative man, and he rarely answered one directly as one might
+have wished. On this occasion, I remember, he went about his work for a
+little while before he spoke again; and it was not until the coffee was
+boiling on the hob that he came across to me and, seating himself on
+the arm of my chair, asked, abruptly:
+
+"Do you know what fool's errand brought me to this place?"
+
+"I have imagined it," said I. "You wanted to know the truth about the
+sleep-time."
+
+He laughed that queer little laugh which expressed so much when you
+heard it.
+
+"No," said he, "I do not care a dime either way! I just came along to
+advertise myself. Ken's Island and its secrets are my newspaper. When I
+go back to New York people will say, 'That's the specialist, Duncan
+Gray, who wrote about narcotics and their uses.' They'll come and see
+me because the newspapers tell them to. We advertise or die, nowadays,
+captain, and the man who gets a foothold up above must take some risks.
+I took them when I shipped with Edmond Czerny."
+
+It was an honest story, and I liked the man the better for it. No word
+of mine intervened before he went on with it.
+
+"Luck put me in the way of the thing," he continued, the mood being on
+him now and my silence helping him; "I met Czerny's skipper in 'Frisco,
+and he was a talker. There's nothing more dangerous than a loose
+tongue. The man said that his master was the second human being to set
+foot on Ken's Archipelago. I knew that it was not true. A hundred years
+ago Jacob Hoyt, a Dutchman, was marooned on this place and lived to
+tell the story of it. The record lies in the library at Washington;
+I've read it."
+
+He said this with a low chuckle, like a man in possession of a secret
+which might be of great value to him. I did not see the point of it at
+the time, but I saw it later, as you shall hear.
+
+"Yes," he rattled on, "Edmond Czerny holds a full hand, but I may yet
+draw fours. He's a clever man, too, and a deep one. We'll see who's
+the deeper, and we will begin soon, Captain Begg--very soon. The
+sleep-time's through, I guess, and this means waking."
+
+Now, this was spoken of the storm without, and a heavy clap of thunder,
+breaking at that moment, pointed his words as nothing else could have
+done. I had many questions yet to ask him, such as how it was that he
+persuaded Czerny to take him aboard (though a man who knew so much
+would have been a dangerous customer to leave behind), but the rolling
+sounds awoke the others, and Peter Bligh, jumping up half asleep, asked
+if any one knocked.
+
+"I thought it was the devil with the hot water--and bedad it is!" cries
+he. "Is the house struck, or am I dreaming it, doctor? It's a fearsome
+sound, truly."
+
+Peter meant it as a bit of his humour, I do believe; but little he knew
+how near the truth his guess was. The storm, which had threatened us
+since dawn, now burst with a splendour I have never seen surpassed. A
+very sheet of raging fire opened up the livid sky. The crashing thunder
+shook the timbers of the house until you might have thought that the
+very roof was coming in. In the gardens themselves, leaping into your
+view and passing out of it again as a picture shuttered by light, great
+trees were split and broken, the woods fired, the gravel driven up in a
+shower of pelting hail. I have seen storms in my life a-many, but never
+one so loud and so angry as the storm of that ebbing sleep-time. There
+were moments when a whirlwind of terrible sounds seemed to envelop us,
+and the very heavens might have been rolling asunder. We said that the
+bungalow could not stand, and we were right.
+
+Now, this was a bad prophecy; but the fulfilment came more swiftly and
+more surely than any of us had looked for. Indeed, Dolly Venn was
+scarce upon his feet, and the sleep hardly out of Seth Barker's eyes,
+when the room in which we stood was all filled by a scathing flame of
+crimson light, and, a whirlwind of fire sweeping about us, it seemed to
+wither and burn everything in its path and to scorch our very limbs as
+it passed them by. To this there succeeded an overpowering stench of
+sulphur, and ripping sounds as of wood bursting in splinters, and beams
+falling, and the crackling of timber burning. Not a man among us, I
+make sure, but knew full well the meaning of those signals or what they
+called him to do. The bungalow was struck; life lay in the fog without,
+in the death-fog we had twice escaped.
+
+"She's burning--she's burning, by----!" cried Seth Barker, running
+wildly for the door; and to his voice was added that of Duncan Gray,
+who roared:
+
+"My lead, my lead--stand back, for your lives!"
+
+He threw a muffler round his neck and ran out from the stricken
+bungalow. The whole westward wing of the house was now alight. Great
+clouds of crimson flame wrestled with the looming fog above us; they
+illumined all the garden about as with the light of ten thousand fiery
+lamps. Suffocating smoke, burning breezes, floating sparks, leaping
+tongues of flame drove us on. Cries you heard, one naming the heights
+for a haven, another clamouring for the beach, one answering with an
+oath, another, it may be, with a prayer; but no man keeping his wits or
+shaping a true course. What would have happened but for the holding fog
+and the sulphurous air we breathed, I make no pretence to say; but
+Nature stopped us at last, and, panting and exhausted, we came to a
+halt in the woods, and asked each other in the name of reason what we
+should do next.
+
+"The sea!" cries Peter Bligh, forgetting his courage (a rare thing for
+him to do); "show me the sea or I'm a dead man!"
+
+To whom Seth Barker answers:
+
+"If there's breath, it's on the hills; we'll surely die here."
+
+And little Dolly, he said:
+
+"I cannot run another step, sir; I'm beat--dead beat!"
+
+For my part I had no word for them; it remained for Doctor Gray to lead
+again.
+
+"I will show you the road," cried he, "if you will take it."
+
+"And why not?" I asked him. "Why not, doctor?"
+
+"Because," he answered, very slowly, "it's the road to Edmond Czerny's
+house."
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+A WHITE POOL--AND AFTERWARDS
+
+We must have been a third of a mile from the shore when the doctor
+spoke, and three hundred yards, perhaps, from the pool in the glens. It
+is true that the storm seemed to clear the air; but not as we had
+expected, nor as fair argument led us to hope. Wind there was, hot and
+burning on the face; but it brought no cool breath in its path, and did
+but roll up the fog in banks of grey and dirty cloud. While at one
+minute you would see the wood, green and grassy, as in the evening
+light, at another you could scarce distinguish your neighbour or mark
+his steps. To me, it appeared that the island dealt out life and death
+on either hand; first making a man leap with joy because he could
+breathe again; then sending him gasping to the earth with all his
+senses reeling and his brain on fire. Any shelter, I said, would be
+paradise to men in the bond of that death-grip. Sleep itself, the
+island's sleep, could have been no worse than the agony we suffered.
+
+"Doctor," I cried, as I ran panting up to him, "Edmond Czerny's house
+or another--show us the way, here and now! We cannot fare worse; you
+know that. Lead on and we follow, wherever it is."
+
+The others said, "Aye, aye, lead on and we follow." Desperation was
+their lot now; the madman's haste, the driven man's hope. There, in
+that fearful hollow, lives were ebbing away like the sea on a shallow
+beach. They fought for air, for breath, for light, for life. I can see
+Peter Bligh to this day as he staggers to his feet and cries, wildly:
+
+"The mouth of blazes would be a Sunday parlour to this! Lead on,
+doctor, I am dying here!"
+
+So he spoke; and, the others lurching up again, we began to race
+through the wood to a place where the fog lay lighter and the mists had
+left. Wonderful sights met our eyes--aye, more wonderful than any words
+of mine could picture for you. In the air above flocks of birds wheeled
+dizzily as though the very sky was on fire. Round and round, round and
+round, they darkened the heaven like some great wheel revolving; while,
+ever and anon, a beautiful creature would close its wings and swoop to
+death upon the dewy grass. Other animals, terrified cattle, wild dogs,
+creatures from the heights and creatures from the valleys, all huddled
+together in their fear, raised doleful cries which no ear could shut
+out. The trees themselves were burnt and blackened by the storm, the
+glens as dark as night, the heaven above one canopy of fiery cloud and
+stagnant vapour.
+
+Now, I knew no more than the dead what Duncan Gray meant when he said
+that he would lead us to Czerny's house. A boat I felt sure he did not
+possess, or he would have spoken of it; nor did he mean that we should
+swim, for no man could have lived in the surf about the reefs. His
+steps, moreover, were not carrying him towards the beach, but to that
+vile pool in the ravine wherein a man had died on the night we came to
+Ken's Island. This pool I saw again as we ran on towards the headland;
+and so still and quiet it seemed, such a pretty lake among the hills,
+that no man would have guessed the terror below its waters or named the
+secret of it. Nevertheless, it recalled to me our first night's work,
+and how little we could hope from any man in Czerny's house; and this I
+had in my mind when the doctor halted at last before the mouth of an
+open pit at the very foot of the giant headland. He was blown with
+running, and the sweat dropped from his forehead like water. The place
+itself was the most awesome I have ever entered. On either hand, so
+close to us that the arms outstretched could have touched them, were
+two mighty walls, which towered up as though to the very sky beyond the
+vapour. A black pit lay before us; the fog and the burning wind in the
+woods we had left. Silence was here--the awful silence of night and
+solitude. No eye could fathom the depths or search the heights. What
+lay beyond, I might not say. The doctor had led us to this wilderness,
+and he must speak.
+
+"See here," he cried, mopping the sweat from his face and rolling up
+his shirt-sleeves, like a man who has good work to do, "the road's down
+yonder, and we need a light to strike it. Give me your hand, one of
+you, while I fetch up the lantern. A Dutchman didn't write of Ken's
+Island for nothing. I guess he knew we were coming his way."
+
+He stretched out a hand to me with the words, and I held it surely
+while he bent over the pit and groped for the lantern he spoke of.
+
+"Three days ago," said he, "I ran a picnic here all to myself. It is as
+well to find new lodgings if the old don't suit. I left my lantern
+behind me, and this it is, I reckon."
+
+He pulled up from the depths a gauze lantern such as miners use, and,
+lighting it, he showed us the heart of the pit. It was a deep hole, 30
+feet down, perhaps, and strewn with rubbish and fragments of the iron
+rocks. But what was worth more to us, aye, than a barrel of gold, was
+the sweet, fresh air which came to us through a tunnel's mouth as by a
+siphon from the open sea herself; and, blowing freshly on our faces,
+sent us quickly down towards it with glad cries and the spirits of men
+who have broken a prison gate.
+
+"The sea, the sea, by all that's holy!" cries Peter Bligh. "Oh, doctor,
+I breathe, I breathe, as I am a Christian man, I breathe!"
+
+We tumbled down into the pit headlong and sat there for many minutes
+wondering if, indeed, the death were passed or if we must face it again
+in the minutes to come. There before us, once we had passed the
+tunnel's mouth, stood a vast, domed hall which, I declare, men might
+have cut and not Nature in the depths of that strange cavern.
+
+Open to the day through great apertures high up in the face of the
+cliff, a soft glow like the light which comes through the windows of a
+church streamed upon the rocky floor and showed us the wonders of that
+awesome place. Room upon room, we saw, cave upon cave; some round like
+the mosques a Turk can build, others lofty and grand as any cathedral;
+some pretty as women's dens, all decked with jewels and ornament of
+jasper and walls of the blackest jet. These things I saw; these rooms I
+passed through. A magician might have conjured them up; and yet he was
+no magician, but only Duncan Gray, the man I knew for the first time
+yesterday, but already called a comrade.
+
+"Doctor," I said, "it is a house of miracles, truly! But where to
+now--aye, that's the question; where to?"
+
+He sat upon a stone, and we grouped ourselves about him. Peter Bligh
+took out a pipe from his pocket and was not forbidden to light it.
+There was a distant sound in the cave like that of water rushing, and
+once another sound to which I could give no meaning. The doctor himself
+was still thinking deeply, as though hazarding a guess as to our
+position.
+
+"Boys," he said, "I'll tell you the whole story. This place was
+discovered by Hoyt, a Dutchman. If Czerny had read his book, he would
+know of it; but he hasn't. I took the trouble to walk in because I
+thought it might be useful when he turned nasty. It is going to be
+that, as you can see. Follow through to the end of it, and you are in
+Czerny's house. Will you go there or hold back? It's for you to say."
+
+I filled my pipe, as Peter had done, and, breathing free for the first
+time for some hours, I tried to speak up for the others.
+
+"A sailor's head tells me that there is a road from here to the reef;
+is that true?" asked I at last; "is it true, doctor?"
+
+He put on his glasses and looked at me with those queer, clever eyes of
+his. I believe to this day that our dilemma almost pleased him.
+
+"A sailor's head guesses right first time," was his answer. "There is a
+road under the sea from here to Czerny's doorstep. I'm waiting to know
+if it's on or back. You know the risks and are not children. Say that
+you turn it up and we'll all go back together, or stay here as wisdom
+dictates. But it's for you to speak----"
+
+We answered him all together, though Peter Bligh was the first he
+heard.
+
+"The lodgings here being free and no charge for extras," said Peter,
+sagely.
+
+And Dolly Venn, he said:
+
+"We are five, at any rate. I don't suppose they would murder us. After
+all, Edmond Czerny is a gentleman."
+
+"Who shoots the poor sailormen that's wrecked on his shore;" put in
+Seth Barker, doggedly.
+
+"He'd be of the upper classes, no doubt;" added Peter Bligh; "he'll see
+that we don't sleep in damp sheets! Aye, 'tis the devil of a man,
+surely!"
+
+Doctor Gray heard them patiently--more patiently than I did--and then
+went on again:
+
+"If you stop here, you starve; if you go on--well, you take your luck.
+Should the fog lift up yonder, you'll be having Czerny back again. It's
+a rule-of-three sum, gentlemen. For my part, I say 'go on and take your
+luck,' but I won't speak for you unless you are willing."
+
+"None more willing," cried I, coming to a resolution on the spot.
+"Forward let it be, and luck go with us. We'd be fools to die like rats
+in a trap when there's light and food not a mile away. And cowards,
+too, boys--cowards!" I added.
+
+The others said: "Aye, aye, we're no cowards!" And all being of one
+mind we set out together through that home of wonders. Edmond Czerny's
+house we sought, and thither this iron road would carry us. A path more
+beautiful no man has trodden. From this time the great, church-like
+grottos gave place to lower roofs and often black-dark openings. By
+here and there we dived into tunnels wondrously cut by some forgotten
+river of fire in the ages long ago, and, emerging again, we entered a
+wilderness of ravines wherefrom even the sky was to be seen and the
+cliffs towering majestically above us. Then, at last, we left the
+daylight altogether, and going downward as to the heart of the earth I
+knew that the land lay behind us and that the sea flowed above our
+heads.
+
+Reader of a plain seaman's story, can you come with me on such a
+journey as I and four stout hearts made on that unforgotten day? Can
+you picture, as I picture now, that dark and lonesome cavern, with the
+sea beating upon its roof and the air coming salt and humid to the
+tongue, and the echo of distant breakers in your ears, and always the
+night and the doubt of it? Can you follow me from grotto to grotto and
+labyrinth to labyrinth, stumbling often by the way, catching at the
+lantern's dancing rays, calling one to the other, "All's well--lead
+on"? Aye, I doubt that you can. These things must be seen with a man's
+own eyes, heard with his own ears, to be understood and made real to
+him. To me that scene lives as though yesterday had brought it. I see
+the doctor with his impatient step. I see Peter Bligh stumbling after
+him. I hear little Dolly Venn's manly voice; I help Seth Barker over
+the rocks. And these four stand side by side with me on the white
+pool's edge. The danger comes again. The fear, the loathing, are
+unforgotten.
+
+I speak of fear and loathing and of dread white pool, and you will ask
+me why and how we came thereto. And so I say that the water lay,
+may-be, a third of a mile from the land, in a clear, transparent basin
+of some quartz or mica, or other shining mineral, so that it gave out
+crystal lights even to the darkness, and the arched grotto which held
+it was all aglow, as though with hidden fires. A silent pool it was, we
+said, and our path seemed to end upon its brink; but even as we stood
+asking for a road, all the still water began to heave and foam, and, a
+great creature rising up from the depths, the lantern showed us a
+monster devil-fish, and we fell back one upon the other with affrighted
+cries. Nor let any man charge us with that. A situation more perilous I
+have never been in, and never shall. The fish's terrible suckers
+searching all the rocks, the frightful eye of the brute, the rushing
+water, the half-light worse than darkness, might well have driven back
+a stronger man than I. And upon the top of that was the thought that by
+such lay the road to safety. We must pass the grotto, or perish of
+starvation.
+
+Now, the first fright of this encounter was done with in a minute or
+two, and when it was plain to us that the devil-fish was stuck in the
+pool which some tide of the sea fed, perhaps, and that his suckers
+could not reach the higher part of the rock, we began to speak of it
+rationally, and to plan a way of going over. I was for emptying our
+revolvers into the fish straight away; but the doctor would have none
+of it, fearing the report, and, remembering what he had read in the
+Dutchman's book, he came out with another notion.
+
+"Hoyt went over the rocks," said he, calmly, while we still drew back
+from the pool affrighted, our hearts in our boots I make sure, and not
+one of us that did not begin to think of the fog again when he saw the
+devil-fish struggling to be free. "It's not a sweet road, but better
+than none at all. Keep behind me, boys, and mind you don't slip or
+you'll find something worse than sharks. Now for it, and luck go with
+us."
+
+With this he began to clamber round the edge of the pool, but so high
+up that it did not seem possible for the fish to touch him. There was
+good foothold on the jagged hunks of rock, and a man might have gone
+across safely enough but for the thought of that which was below him.
+For my part, I say that my eyes followed him as you may follow a walker
+on a tight-wire. One false step would send him flying down to a death I
+would not name, and that false step he appeared to make. My God! I see
+it all so clearly now. The slip, the frantic clutch at the rocks, the
+great tentacle which shot out and gripped his leg, and then the flash
+of my own revolver fired five times at the terrible eyes below me.
+
+There were loud cries in the cave, the wild shouts of terrified men,
+the smoke of pistols, the foaming and splashing of water, all the signs
+of panic which may follow a fellow-creature about to die. That the
+devil-fish had caught the doctor with one of his tentacles you could
+not doubt; that he would drag him down into that horrid stomach, I
+myself surely believed. Never was a fight for life a more awful thing
+to see. On the one hand a brave man gripping the rocks with hands and
+foot until the crags cut his very flesh; on the other that ghoul-like
+horror seeking to wind other claws about its prey and to drag it
+towards its gaping mouth. What miracle could save him, God alone knew;
+and yet he was saved. A swift act of his own, brave and wonderful,
+struck the sucker from the limb and set him free. Aye, what a mind to
+think of it! What other man, I ask, would have let go his hold of the
+rocks when hold meant so much to him and that fish swam below?
+Nevertheless, the doctor did so. I see it now--the quick turn--the
+knife drawn from its sheath--the severed tentacle cut clean as a cork,
+the devil-fish itself drawing back to the depths of the crimson pool.
+And then once more I am asking the doctor if he is hurt; and he is
+answering me, cheerily, "Not much, captain, not much," and we four are
+following after him as white as women, I do believe, our nerves
+unstrung, our hearts quaking as we crossed the dreadful pit.
+
+Well, we went over well enough, shirk it as we might. The bullets which
+sent the devil-fish to the bottom sent him there to die, for all I
+knew. The pool itself was red with blood by this time, and the waters
+settling down again. I could see nothing of the fish as I crossed over;
+and Seth Barker, who came last and, like a true seaman, had forgotten
+his fear already, swung the lantern down to the water's edge, but
+discovered nothing. The doctor himself, excited as you might expect,
+and limping with his hurt, simply said, "Well over, lads, well over";
+and then, taking the lantern from Seth Barker's hands, he would not
+wait to answer our curiosity, but pushed on through the tunnel.
+
+"It's not every man who has a back-door with a watch-dog like that,"
+said he, as he went; "Edmond Czerny, may-be, does not know his luck;
+I'll tell him of it when we're through. It won't be a long while now,
+boys, and I'm glad of it. My foot informs me it's there, and I shall
+have to leave a card on it just now."
+
+"Then the sooner you let us look at it the better, doctor," said I.
+"Aye, but you were nearly gone. My heart was in my throat all the time
+you stood there."
+
+"Which is no place for a man's heart to be," said he, brightly;
+"especially at the door of Edmond Czerny's house."
+
+He stood a moment and bade me listen. We were in an open place of the
+tunnel then, and a ray of light striking down from some lamp above us
+revealed an iron ladder and a wooden trap above it. The sea I could
+hear beating loudly upon the reef; but with the sea's voice came
+others, and they were human.
+
+"Yes," said the doctor, quietly, "we are in the house all right, and
+God knows when we shall get out of it again!"
+
+And then, with a cry of pain, he fell fainting at my feet.
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+AN INTERLUDE, DURING WHICH WE READ IN RUTH BELLENDEN'S DIARY AGAIN *
+
+ * The editor has thought it well to give at this point the
+ above extract from Ruth Bellenden's diary, as permitting some
+ insight into the events which transpired on Ken's Island after
+ Jasper Begg's discovery and Edmond Czerny's return.
+
+May 5TH.--My message to the sea has been heard. Jasper Begg is on Ken's
+Island. All that this means to me, all that it may mean, I dare not
+think. A great burden seems lifted from my shoulders. I have found a
+friend and he is near me.
+
+May 6th.--I have seen Jasper to-night, and he has gone away again. He
+is not changed, I think. It is the same honest, English face, the same
+cheery English voice. I have always said that Jasper is one of the
+handsomest Englishmen I have ever seen. And just as on my own yacht, so
+here on Ken's Island, the true English gentleman speaks to me. For
+Jasper is that above all things, one of Nature's gentlemen, whom the
+rough world will never disguise nor the sea life change. He would be
+thirty-five years of age now, I remember, but he has not lost his
+boyish face, and there is the same shy reticence which he never could
+conquer. He has come here according to his promise. A ship lies in the
+offing, and he would have me go to it. How little he knows of my true
+condition in this dreadful place. How may a woman go when a hundred
+watch her every hour?
+
+May 7th.--Clair-de-Lune, the Frenchman, came to the bungalow very early
+this morning to tell me of certain things which happened on the island
+last night. It seems that Jasper is still here, and that the storm has
+driven away his ship. I do not know whether to be sorry or glad. He
+cannot help me--he cannot!--and yet a friend is here. I take new
+courage at that. If a woman can aid a brave man to win her liberty, I
+am that woman and Jasper is the man. Yesterday I was alone; but to-day
+I am alone no longer, and a friend is at my side, and he has heard me.
+His ship will come back, I say. It is an ecstasy to dream like this!
+
+May 10th.--I have spent four anxious days--more anxious, I think, than
+any in my life. The ship has not returned, and Jasper Begg is still a
+fugitive in the hills. There are three of his companions with him, and
+we send them food every day. What will be the end of it all? I am more
+closely watched than ever since this was known. I fear the worst for my
+friends, and yet I am powerless to help them.
+
+May 10th (later).--My husband, who has now returned from San Francisco,
+knows that Jasper is here and speaks of it. I fear these moods of
+confidence and kindness. "Your friend has come," Edmond says; "but why
+am I not to know of it? Why is he frightened of me? Why does he skulk
+like a thief? Let him show himself at this house and state his
+business; I shall not eat him!" Edmond, I believe, has moments when he
+tries to persuade himself that he is a good man. They are dangerous
+moments, if all a man's better instincts are dead and forgotten.
+
+May 11th.--Clair-de-Lune, Edmond tells me, has been sent to the lower
+reef. I do not ask him why. It was he who helped my friends in the
+hills. Is it all real or did I dream it? Jasper Begg, the one man who
+befriended me, left to die as so many have been left on this unpitying
+shore! It cannot be--it cannot be! All that I had hoped and planned
+must be forgotten now. And yet there were those who remembered Ruth
+Bellenden and came here for love of her, as she will remember them, for
+love's sake.
+
+
+[Illustration: The drawing-room is a cave whose walls are of jewels.]
+
+
+May 13th.--The alarm bell rang on the island last night and we left in
+great haste for the shelter. The dreadful mists were already rising
+fast when I went down through the woods to the beach. The people fled
+wildly to the lower reef. It is not three months since the sleep-time,
+and its renewal was unlooked for. To-night I do not think of my own
+safety, but of those we are leaving on the heights. What is to become
+of Jasper, my friend--who will help him? I think of Jasper before any
+other now. Does he, I wonder, so think of me?
+
+May 13th (later).--The House Under the Sea is built inside the reef
+which ties about a mile away on the northern side of the island. There
+can be nothing like it in the world. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps,
+this lonely rock, rising out of the water, was the mouth of some great
+volcano. To-day it is the door of our house, and when you enter it you
+find that the rocks below have been hollowed out by Nature in a manner
+so wonderful that a great house lies there with stone-cold rooms and
+immense corridors and pits seeming to go to the heart of the world.
+None but a man with my husband's romantic craving would have discovered
+such a place, or built himself therein a house so wonderful. For
+imagine a suite of rooms above which the tides surge--rooms lighted by
+tunnels in the solid rock and covered over with strongest glasses which
+the sea cannot break. Imagine countless electric lamps lighting this
+labyrinth until it seems sometimes like a fairy palace. Say that your
+drawing-room is a cave, whose walls are of jewels and whose floor is of
+jasper. Night and day you hear the sea, the moaning winds, the breaking
+billows. It is another world here, like to nothing that any man has
+seen or ever will see. The people of a city could live in this place
+and yet leave room for others. My own rooms are the first you come to;
+lofty as a church, dim as one, yet furnished with all that a woman
+could desire. Yes, indeed, all I can desire. In my dressing-room are
+gowns from Douse's and hats from Alphonsine's, jewels from the Rue de
+la Paix, furs from Canada--all there to call back my life of two short
+years ago, that laughing life of Paris and the cities when I was free,
+and all the world my own, and only my girlhood to regret! Now I
+remember it all as one bright day in years of gathering night.
+Everything that I want, my husband says, shall be mine. I ask for
+liberty, but that is denied to me. It is too late to speak of promises
+or to believe. If I would condone it all; if I would but say to Edmond,
+"Yes, your life shall be my life, your secrets shall be mine; go, get
+riches, I will never ask you how." If I would say to him, "I will shut
+out from my memory all that I have seen on this island; I will forget
+the agony of those who have died here; I will never hear again the
+cries of drowning people, will never see hands outstretched above the
+waves, or the dead that come in on the dreadful tides; I will forget
+all this, and say, 'I love you, I believe in you'"--ah, how soon would
+liberty be won! But I am dumb; I cannot answer. I shall die on Ken's
+Island, saying, "God help those who perish here!"
+
+May 14th.--Three days have passed in the shelter, and Clair-de-Lune,
+who comes to me every day, brings no good news of Jasper. "He is on
+the heights," he says; "if food were there he might live through the
+sleep-time." My husband knows that he is there, but does not speak of
+it. Yesterday, about sunset, I went up to the gallery on the reef,
+where the island is visible, and I saw the fog lying about it like a
+pall. It is an agony to know that those dear to you are suffering,
+perhaps dying, there! I cannot hide my eyes from others; they read my
+story truly. "Your friends will be clever if they come to Ken's Island
+again," my husband says. I do not answer him. I shall never answer him
+again.
+
+May 15th.--There was a terrible storm on the island last night, and we
+all went up to the gallery to see the lightning play about the heights
+and run in rivulets of fire through the dark clouds above the woods. A
+weird spectacle, but one I shall never forget. The very sky seemed to
+burn at times. We could distinguish the heart of the thicket clearly,
+and poor people running madly to and fro there as though vainly seeking
+a shelter from the fire. They tell me to-day that the bungalow is
+burnt; I do not know whether to be sorry or glad. I am thinking of my
+friends. I am thinking of Jasper, thinking of him always.
+
+May 16th.--I learn that there was a stranger left behind in the
+bungalow, a Doctor Gray, of San Francisco. He landed with Edmond last
+week, and is here for scientific reasons. My husband says that he does
+not like him; but allowed him, nevertheless, to come. He was in the
+bungalow making experiments when the lightning struck the house and
+destroyed it. It is feared that he must have perished in the fire. My
+husband tells me this to-night and is pleased to say it. But what of
+Jasper, my friend; what of him?
+
+
+May 16th.--I was passing through the great hall of the house to-night,
+going to my bed-room, when something happened which made my very heart
+stand still. I thought that I heard a sound in the shadows, and
+imagining it to be one of the servants, I asked, "Who is there?" No one
+answered me; and, becoming frightened, I was about to run on, when a
+hand touched my own, and, turning round quickly, I found myself face to
+face with Jasper himself, and knew that he had come to save me!
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+ROSAMUNDA AND THE IRON DOORS
+
+We had no notion that the doctor had come by any serious hurt, and when
+he fell in a dead faint we stood as men struck by an unseen hand. Light
+we still had, for the rolling lantern continued to burn; but the wits
+of us, save the wits of one, were completely gone, and three sillier
+fellows never gaped about an ailing man. Dolly Venn alone--trained
+ashore to aid the wounded--kept his head through the trouble and made
+use of his learning. The half of a minute was not to be counted before
+he had bared an ugly wound and showed us, not only a sucker still
+adhering to the crimson flesh, but a great, gaping cut which the
+doctor's own knife had made when he severed the fish's tentacle.
+
+"You, Seth Barker, hold up that lantern," says he to the carpenter, as
+bold as brass and as ready as a crack physician at a guinea a peep;
+"give me some linen, one of you--and please be quick about it. I'll
+trouble you for a knife, Mister Peter, and a slice of your shirt, if
+you don't mind!"
+
+Now, he had only to say this and I do believe that all four of us began
+to tear up our linen and to make ourselves as naked as Adam when they
+discharged him from Eden; but Peter Bligh, he was first with it, and he
+had out his clasp-knife and cut a length of his Belfast shift before
+you could say "Jack Robinson."
+
+"'Tis unlikely that I'll match it in these parts, and I've worn it to
+my mother's memory," says he while he did it; "but 'tis yours, Dolly,
+lad, and welcome. And what now?" asks he.
+
+"Be quiet, Mister Peter," says Dolly, sharply; "that's what next. Be
+quiet and nurse the doctor's leg, and do please keep that lantern
+steady."
+
+Well, big men as we were, we kept quiet for the asking, as ignorance
+always will when skill is at the helm. Very prettily, I must say, and
+very neatly did Dolly begin to bind the wound, and to cut the suckers
+from their hold. The rest of us stood about and looked on and made
+believe we were very useful. It was an odd thing to tell ourselves that
+a man, who had been hale and hearty five minutes before, might now be
+going out on the floor of that hovel. I knew little of Duncan Gray, but
+what little I did know I liked beyond the ordinary; and every time that
+Dolly took a twist on his bandage or fingered the wound with the
+tenderness of a woman, I said, "Well done, lad, well done; we'll save
+him yet." And this the boy himself believed.
+
+"It's only a cut," said he, "and if there's no poison, he'll be well
+enough in a week. But he won't be able to stand, that's certain. I'd
+give ten pounds for an antiseptic, I really would!"
+
+I knew what he meant all right; but the others didn't, and Peter Bligh,
+he must come in with his foolishness.
+
+"They're mortal rare in these parts," said he; "I've come across many
+things in the Pacific, but anyskeptics isn't one of 'em. May-be he'll
+not need 'em, Dolly. We was twenty-four men down on the Ohio with
+yellow-jack, and not an ounce of anyskeptics did I swallow! And here I
+am, hale and hearty, as you'll admit."
+
+"And talking loud," said Seth Barker, "talking very loud, gentlemen!"
+
+It was wisdom, upon my word, for not one of us, I swear (until Seth
+Barker spoke), had remembered where we were or what was like to come
+afterwards. Voices we had heard, human voices above us, when first we
+entered the cellar; and now, when the warning was uttered, we stood
+dumb for some minutes and heard them again.
+
+"Douse the glim--douse it," cries Peter, in a big whisper; "they're
+coming down, or I'm a Dutchman!"
+
+He turned the lantern and blew it out as he spoke. The rest of us
+crouched down and held our breath. For ten seconds, perhaps, we heard
+the deep, rough voices of men in the rooms above us. Then the trap-door
+opened suddenly, and a beam of light fell upon the pavement not five
+yards from where we stood. At the same moment a shaggy head peered
+through the aperture, and a man cast a quick glance downward to the
+cellar.
+
+"No," said the man, as though speaking to some one behind him, "it's
+been took, as I told you."
+
+To which the other voice answered:
+
+"Well more blarmed fool you for not corking good rum when you see it!"
+
+They closed the trap upon the words, and we breathed once more. The
+lesson they had taught us could not be forgotten. We were sobered men
+when we lighted the lantern with one of Seth Barker's matches, and
+turned it again on the doctor's face.
+
+"In whispers, if you please," said I, "as few as you like. We are in a
+tight place, my lads, and talk won't get us out of it. It's the doctor
+first and ourselves afterwards, remember."
+
+Dr. Gray, truly, was a little better by this time, and sitting up like
+a dazed man, he looked first at Dolly Venn and then at his foot, and
+last of all at the strange place in which he lay.
+
+"Why, yes," he exclaimed at last, "I remember; a cut and a fool who
+walked on it. It serves me right, and the end is better than the
+beginning."
+
+"The lad did it," said I; "he was always a wonder with linen and the
+scissors, was Dolly Venn."
+
+"To say nothing of a square foot of my shirt," put in Peter Bligh,
+obstinately. "'Tis worth while getting a bit of a cut, doctor, just to
+see Dolly Venn sew it up again."
+
+The doctor laughed with us, for he knew a seaman's manner and the light
+talk which follows even the gravest mishap aboard a ship. That our men
+meant well towards him he could not doubt; and his next duty was to
+tell us as much.
+
+"You are good fellows," said he, "and I'm much obliged to you, Master
+Dolly. If you will put your hand inside my coat, you will find a
+brandy-flask there, and I'll drink your health. Don't worry your heads
+about me, but think of yourselves. One of you, remember, must go and
+see Czerny now; I think it had better be you, captain."
+
+I said yes, I would go willingly; and added, "when the right time
+comes." The time was not yet, I knew--when men walked above our heads
+and were waking. But when it came I would not hold back for my
+shipmates' sake.
+
+We had a few biscuits among us, which prudent men had put in their
+pockets after last night's meal; and, my own flask being full of water,
+we sat down in the darkness of the cellar and made such a meal as we
+could. Minute by minute now it became more plain to me that I must do
+as Duncan Gray said, and go up to find Czerny himself. Food we had
+none, save the few biscuits in our hands; salt was the water in the
+crimson pool behind us. Beyond that were the caverns and the fog. It
+was just all or nothing; the plain challenge to the master of this
+place, "Give us shelter and food" or the sleep which knows no waking.
+Do you wonder that I made up my mind to risk all on a journey which,
+were it for life or death, would carry us, at last, beyond the doubt
+and uncertainty?
+
+We passed the afternoon sleeping and dozing, as tired men might. Voices
+we heard from time to time; the moan of the sea was always with us--a
+strange, wild song, long-drawn and rolling, as though the water played
+above our very heads in the gentle sport of a Pacific calm. At a
+dwelling more remarkable than the one we were about to enter no man has
+knocked or will knock in all the years to come. We were like human
+animals which burrow in a rocky bank a mile from any land. There were
+mysteries and wonders above, I made sure; and there was always the
+doubt, such doubt as comes to men who go to a merciless enemy and say,
+"Give us bread."
+
+Now, I left my comrades at ten o'clock that night, when all sounds had
+died away above and the voice of the sea growing angrier told me that
+my steps would not be heard.
+
+"I shall go to Czerny, lads," said I, at the moment of leaving them,
+"and he will hear the story. I'll do my best for good shipmates, trust
+me; and if I do not come back--well, you'll know that I cannot. Good
+night, old comrades. We've sailed many a sea together and we'll sail
+many another yet, God willing."
+
+They all cried "Aye, aye, sir!" and pressed my hand with that affection
+I knew they bore me. Little Dolly Venn, indeed, pleaded hard to
+accompany me; but it seemed plain that, if life were to be risked, one
+alone should risk it; and, putting him off kindly, I mounted the ladder
+and raised the trap.
+
+I was in Edmond Czerny's house, and I was alone.
+
+* * *
+
+Now, I had opened the trap, half believing I might find myself in some
+room, perhaps in the kitchen of the house. Men would be there, I said,
+and Czerny's watch-dogs ready with their questions. But this was not a
+true picture; and while there were arc lamps everywhere, the place was
+not a room at all, but a circular cavern, with rude apertures in the
+wall and curtains hung across in lieu of doors. This was not a little
+perplexing, as you will see; and my path was not made more straight
+when I heard voices in some room near by, but could not locate them nor
+tell which of the doors to avoid.
+
+For a long time I stood, uncertain how to act. In the end I put my head
+round the first curtain at a venture, and drew it back as quickly.
+There were men in that place, half-naked men, grouped about the door of
+a furnace whose red light flashed dazzlingly upon walls and ceiling and
+gave its tenants the aspect of crimson devils. What the furnace meant
+or why it was built, I was soon to learn; for presently one of the men
+gave an order, and upon this an engine started, and a whirr of fans and
+the sucking of a distant pump answered to the signal. "Air," said I to
+myself; "they are pumping air from above."
+
+The men had not seen me, so quick was I, and so soft with the leather
+curtain; and going tiptoe across the cave I stumbled at hazard upon a
+door I had not observed before. It was nothing more than a big and
+jagged opening in the rock, but it showed me a flight of stairs beyond
+it, and twinkling lamps beyond that again. This, I said, must surely be
+the road to the sea, for the stairs led upward, and Czerny, as common
+sense put it, would occupy the higher rooms. So I did not hesitate any
+more about it, but treading the stairway with a cat's foot I went
+straight on, and presently struck so fine a corridor that at any other
+time I might well have spent an hour in wonder. Lamps were here--scores
+of them, in wrought-iron chandeliers. Doors you saw with almost every
+step you took--aye, and more than doors--for there were figures in the
+light and shadow; men passing to and fro; glimpses of open rooms and
+tables spread for cards, and bottles by them; and wild men of all
+countries, some sleeping, some quarrelling, some singing, some busy in
+kitchen and workshop. By here and there, these men met me in the
+corridor, and I drew back into the dark places and let them go by. They
+did not remark my presence, or if they did, made nothing of it. After
+all, I was a seaman, dressed as other seamen were. Why should they
+notice me when there were a hundred such in Czerny's house? I began to
+see that a man might go with less risk because of their numbers than if
+they had been but a handful.
+
+"I shall find Czerny, after all," said I to myself, "and have it out
+with him. When he has spoken it will be time enough to ask, What next?"
+
+It was a little consoling to say this, and I went on with more
+confidence. Passing down the whole length of the corridor, I reached a
+pair of iron doors at last, and found them fast shut and bolted against
+me. There was no branch road that I could make out, nor any indication
+of the way in which I must open the doors. A man cannot walk through
+sheer iron for the asking, nor blow it open with a wish; and there I
+stood in the passage like a messenger who has struck upon an empty
+house, but is not willing to leave it. See Czerny that night I must,
+even if it came to declaring myself to the rogues who occupied the
+rooms near by, and whose voices I could still hear. I had no mind to
+knock at the door; and, truth to tell, such a thing never came into my
+head, so full it was of other schemes. Indeed, I was just telling
+myself that it was neck or nothing, when what should happen but that
+the great iron door swung open, and the little French girl, Rosamunda,
+herself stepped out. Staggered at the sight of me, as well she might be
+(for the electric lamp will hide no face), she just piped one pretty
+little cry and then fell to saying:
+
+"Oh, Captain Begg, Captain Begg, what do you want in this house?"
+
+"My dear," says I, speaking to her with a seaman's liberty, "I want a
+good many things, as most sailors do in this world. What's behind that
+door, now, and where may you have come from? Tell me as much, and
+you'll be doing me a bigger kindness than you think."
+
+She didn't reply to this at once, but asked a question, as little girls
+will when they are thinking of somebody.
+
+"Where are the others?" cried she; "why do you come alone? Where is the
+little one, Mister--Mister----"
+
+"Dolly Venn," said I; "ah, that's the boy! Well, he's all right, my
+dear, and if he'd known that we were meeting, he'd have sent his love.
+You'll find him down yonder, in the cellar beyond the engine-house.
+Show me the way to Mister Czerny's door, and we'll soon have him out of
+there. He's come a long way, and it's all for the pleasure of seeing
+you--of course it is." The talk pleased her, but giving her no time to
+think about it, I went on:
+
+"Mister Czerny, now, he would be living by here, I suppose?"
+
+She said, "Yes, yes." His rooms were through the great hall which lay
+beyond the doors; but she looked so startled at the idea of my going
+there, and she listened so plainly for the sound of any voices, that I
+read up her apprehensions at a glance and saw that she did not wish me
+to go on because she was afraid.
+
+"Where is your old friend, the Frenchman?" I asked her on an impulse;
+"what part of this queer house does he sling his hammock in?"
+
+She changed colour at this, and plainly showed her trouble.
+
+"Oh, Mister Begg," says she, "Clair-de-Lune has been punished for
+helping you on Ken's Island. He is not allowed to leave his room now.
+Mister Czerny is very angry, and will not see him. How can you think of
+coming here--oh, how can you do it?"
+
+"It's easy enough," said I, lightly, "if you don't miss the turning and
+go straight on. Never fear for me, young lady; I shall pull through all
+right; and when I do your friend goes with me, be sure of it. I won't
+forget old Clair-de-Lune, not I! Now, just show me the road to the
+governor's door, and then run away and tell Dolly Venn. He'll be
+precious glad to see you, as true as Scripture."
+
+Well, she stood for a little while, hesitating about it, and then she
+said, as though she had just remembered it:
+
+"Benno Regnarte is the guard, but he has gone away to have his supper.
+I borrowed the key and came through. If you go in, he will not question
+you. The governor may be on his yacht, or he may be in his room. I do
+not know. How foolish it all is--how foolish, Captain Begg! They may
+never let you go away again!"
+
+"Being so fond of my company," cried I, gaily. "Well, we'll see about
+it, my dear. Just you run off to Dolly Venn and leave me to do the
+rest. Sailors get out where other people stick, you know. We'll have a
+try, for the luck's sake."
+
+I held her little hand in mine for a minute and gave it a hearty
+squeeze. She was the picture of prettiness in a print gown and a big
+Spanish shawl wrapped about her baby face. That she was truly alarmed,
+and rightly so, I knew well; but what could I do? It was Czerny or the
+pit. I chose Czerny.
+
+Now, she had opened the iron door for me to pass by, and without
+another word to her I crossed the threshold and stood in Czerny's very
+dwelling-house. Thereafter, I was in a vast hall, in a beautiful place
+for all the world like a temple; with a gallery running round about it,
+and lamps swinging from the gallery, and an organ built high up in a
+niche above the far end, and doors of teak giving off all round, and a
+great oak fire-place such as you see in English houses; and all round
+the dome of this wonderful room great brass-bound windows, upon which
+the sea thundered and the foam sprayed. Softly lighted, carpeted with
+mats of rare straw, furnished as any mansion of the rich, it seemed to
+me, I do confess, a very wonder of the earth that such a place should
+lie beneath the breakers of the Pacific Ocean. And yet there it was
+before my eyes, and I could hear the sea-song high above me, and the
+lamps shone upon my face; and, as though to tell me truly that here my
+journey ended, whom should I espy at the door of one of the rooms but
+little Ruth Bellenden herself, the woman I had crossed the world to
+serve.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+IN WHICH JASPER BEGG ENTERS THE HOUSE UNDER THE SEA
+
+I drew back into a patch of shadow and waited for her to come up to me.
+Others might be with her and the moment inopportune for our encounter.
+She walked with slow steps. Care had written its story upon her sweet
+face. I saw that she was alone, and I put out my hand and touched her
+upon the arm.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, so soft that I wonder she heard me--"Miss Ruth,
+it's Jasper Begg. Don't you know me?"
+
+She turned swiftly, but did not cry out. One wild look she cast about
+the half, with one swift glance she made sure of every door, and then,
+and only then, she answered me.
+
+"Jasper, Jasper! Is it really Jasper Begg?" she cried, with a look of
+joy and gratitude I never shall forget.
+
+Now, she had asked a woman's natural question; but I shall always say
+that there never were wits quicker than Ruth Bellenden's; and hardly
+were the useless words out of her mouth than she drew back to the room
+she had left; and when I had entered it after her she closed the door
+and listened a little while for any sounds. When none came to trouble
+her she advanced a step, and so we two stood face to face at last, in
+as pretty a place as all London, or all Europe for that matter, could
+show you.
+
+Let me try to picture that scene for you as it comes to me when I write
+of it and seek to bring it back to my memory. A trim, well-kept cabin,
+such I call her room--a boudoir the French would name it--all hung
+round with pale rose silk, and above that again an artist's pictures
+upon a wall of cream. Little tables stood everywhere and women's
+knick-knacks upon them; there were deep chairs which invited you to
+sit, covered in silks and satins, and cushioned so that a big man might
+be afraid of them.
+
+Upon the mantel-shelf a clock from Paris swung a jewelled pendulum, and
+candlesticks matched it on either side. A secretaire, littered over
+with papers and bright with silver ornaments, had its back to the
+seaward wall; a round window, cut in the rock above it, stood hidden by
+curtains of the richest brocade. The carpet, I said, was from Turkey;
+the mats from Persia. In the grate the wood-fire glowed warmingly. Ruth
+Bellenden herself, the mistress of the room, capped the whole, and she
+was gowned in white, with rubies and diamonds strung about her stately
+neck, and all that air of proud command I had admired so much in
+the days bygone. Aye, such a scene, believe me, as a grand London
+drawing-room might show you any night of London's months you care to
+name, and yet so different from that. And I, a plain sailor, found
+myself thrust forward there to my confusion, yet feeling, despite it
+all, that the woman I spoke to was woman at heart, as I was man. A few
+days ago I had come to her to say, "You have need of me." To-night it
+was her lot to answer me with my own words.
+
+"Jasper," she said, her hand still on the switch of the lamp, "what
+miracle brings you to this place?"
+
+"No miracle, Miss Ruth," said I, "but a plain road, and five men's
+necessity. We were dying on Ken's Island and we found a path under the
+sea. It was starvation one way, surrender the other; I am here to tell
+Mr. Czerny everything and to trust my life to him."
+
+Now, she heard me almost with angry surprise; and coming forward into
+the light she stood before me with clasped hands and heated face.
+
+"No," she said, and her "No" was a thing for a man to hear. "No, no;
+you shall never tell my husband that. And, oh, Jasper!" she cried upon
+it, "how ill you look--how changed!"
+
+"My looks don't tell the truth," said I, not wishing to speak of
+myself; "I am up and down like a barometer in the tropics. The plain
+fact is, Miss Ruth, that the ship's gone, clean gone! I gave Mister
+Jacob the sure order to stand by us for three days, and that he didn't
+do. It means, then, that he couldn't. I greatly fear some accident has
+overtaken him; but he'll come back yet as I'm a living man!"
+
+She heard me like one dazed: her eyes were everywhere about the room,
+as though seeking something she could not find. Presently she opened
+the door with great caution, and was gone a minute or more. When she
+returned she had a flask of spirits and some biscuits in her hand, and
+this time, I noticed, she locked the door after her.
+
+"Edmond is sleeping; they have sent Aunt Rachel to Tokio," she almost
+whispered; "Benno, our servant, is to be trusted. I heard that you were
+starving in the hills; but how could I help--how could I, Jasper? It
+was madness for you to come here, and yet I am glad--so glad! And oh,"
+she says, "we'll find a way; we'll find a way yet, Jasper!"
+
+I poured some brandy from the flask, for I had need of it, and gulped
+it down at a draught. Her vivacity was always a thing to charm a man;
+as a girl she had the laughter and the spirits of ten.
+
+"What shall we do, Jasper?" she kept on saying, "what shall we do next?
+Oh, to think that it's you, to think that it is Jasper Begg in this
+strange house!" she kept crying; "and no way out of it, no safety
+anywhere! Jasper, what shall we do--what shall we do next?"
+
+"We shall tell your husband, Miss Ruth," said I, "and leave the last
+word with him. Why, think of it, five men cast adrift on his shore, and
+they to starve. Is he devil or man that he refuses them food and drink?
+I'll not believe it until I hear it. The lowest in humanity would never
+do such a thing! Aye, you are judging him beyond ordinary when you
+believe it. So much I make bold to say!"
+
+I turned to the fire, and began to warm my fingers at it, while she, for
+her part, drew up one of the silk-covered chairs, and sat with her
+pretty head resting in a tired way between her little hands. All our
+talk up to this time had been broken fragments; but this I judged the
+time for a just explanation, and she was not less willing.
+
+"Jasper," says she of a sudden, "have you read what I wrote in the
+book?"
+
+"To the last line," said I.
+
+"And, reading it, you will ask Edmond to help you?"
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "how shall one man judge another? Ships come to
+this shore, and are wrecked on it. Now and then, perchance, there is
+foul play among the hands. Are you sure that your husband has any part
+in it--are you sure he's as bad as you think him?"
+
+Well, instead of answering me, she stood up suddenly and let her dress
+fall by the shoulder-knots. I saw the white flesh beneath bruised and
+wealed, as though a whip had cut it, and I knew that this was her
+witness to her story. What was in my heart at such a sight I would have
+no man know; but my fingers closed about the pistol I carried, and my
+tongue would speak no word.
+
+"Why do you compel me to speak?" she went on, meanwhile. "Am I to tell
+of all the things I have seen and suffered on this dreadful place in
+the year--can it be only that?--the long, weary year I have lived here?
+Do you believe, Jasper, that a man can fill his house with gold as this
+is filled--this wild house so far from the world--and fill it honestly?
+Shall I say, 'Yes, I have misjudged him,' the man who has shot my
+servant here in this room and left me with the dead? Shall I say that
+he is a good man because sometimes, when he has ceased to kill and
+torture those who serve him, he acts as other men? Oh, I could win much
+if I could say that; I could win, perhaps, all that a woman desires.
+But I shall never speak--never; I shall live as I am living until I am
+old, when nothing matters!"
+
+It was a very bitter and a very surprising thing for me to hear her
+speak in this way. Trouble I knew she must have suffered on Ken's
+Island; but this was a story beyond all imagination. And what could I
+say to her, what comfort give her--I, a rough-hearted sailor, who,
+nevertheless, would have cut off my own right hand if that could have
+served her? Indeed, to be truthful, I had nothing to say, and there we
+were for many minutes, she upon one side of the fire and I upon the
+other, as two that gazed into the reddening embers and would have found
+some old page of our life therein recorded.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I at last, and I think she knew what I meant, "I
+would have given much not to have heard this thing to-night; but as it
+is spoken--if it were twenty times as bad for me and those with me--I
+am glad we came to Ken's Island. The rest you will anticipate and there
+is no need for me to talk about it. The day that sees me sail away will
+find a cabin-passenger aboard my ship. Her name I will not mention, for
+it is known to you. Aye, by all a man's promise she shall sail with me
+or I will never tread a ship's deck again."
+
+It was earnestly meant, and that, I am sure, Miss Ruth knew, for she
+put her hand upon mine, and, though she made no mention of what I had
+said, there was a look in her eyes which I was glad to see there. Her
+next question surprised me altogether.
+
+"Jasper," she asked, with something of a smile, "do you remember when I
+was married?"
+
+"Remember it!" cried I; and I am sure she must have seen the blood rush
+up to my face. "Why, of course, I remember it! How should a man forget
+a thing like that?"
+
+"Yes," she went on, and neither looked at the other now, "I was a girl
+then, and all the world was my playground. Every day was a flower to
+pick; the night was music and laughter. How I used to people the world
+my hopes created--such romantic figures they were, such nonsense! When
+Edmond Czerny met me at Nice, I think he understood me. Oh, the castles
+we built in the air, the romantic heights we scaled, the passionate
+folly with which we deceived ourselves! 'The world is for you and I,'
+he said, 'in each other's hearts'; and I, Jasper, believed him, just
+because I had not learnt to be a woman. His own story fascinated me; I
+cannot tell how much. He had been in all countries; he knew many
+cities; he could talk as no man I had ever met. Perhaps, if he had not
+been so clever, it would have been different. All the other men I knew,
+all except one, perhaps----!"
+
+"There was one, then," said I, and my meaning she could not mistake.
+
+But she turned her face from me and would not name the man.
+
+"Yes," she went on, without noticing it, "there was one; but I was a
+child and did not understand. The others did not interest me. Their
+king was a cook; their temple the Casino. And then Edmond spoke of his
+island home; I was to be the mistress of it, and we were to be apart
+from all the world there. I did not ask him, as others might have asked
+him, 'What has your life been? Why do you love me?' I was glad to
+escape from it all, that little world of chatter and unreality, and I
+said, 'I will be your wife.' We left Europe together and went first to
+San Francisco. Life was still in a garden of roses. If I would awake
+sometimes to ask myself a question, I could not answer it. I was the
+child of romance, but my world was empty. Then one day we came to Ken's
+Island, and I saw all its wonders, and I said, 'Yes, we will visit here
+every year and dream that it is our kingdom.' I did not know the truth;
+what woman would have guessed it?"
+
+"You learnt it, Miss Ruth, nevertheless," said I, for her story was
+just what I myself had imagined it to be. "You were not long on Ken's
+Island before you knew the truth."
+
+"A month," she said, quietly. "I was a month here, and then a ship was
+wrecked. My husband went out with the others; and from the terrace
+before my windows I saw--ah, God! what did I not see? Then Edmond
+returned and was angry with the servant who had permitted me to see. He
+shot him in this room before my face. He knew that his secret was mine,
+he knew that I would not share it. The leaves of the rose had fallen.
+Ah! Jasper, what weeks of terror, of greed, of tears--and now you--you
+in this house to end it all!"
+
+I sat for a long while preoccupied with my own thoughts and quite
+unable to speak to her. All that she had told me was no surprise, no
+new thing; but I believe it brought home to me for the first time the
+danger of my presence in that house, and all that discovery meant to
+the four shipmates who waited for me down below in the cavern.
+
+For if this man Czerny--a madman, as I always say--had shot down a
+servant before this gentle girl, what would he do to me and the others,
+sworn enemies of his, who could hang him in any city where they might
+find him; who could, with one word, give his dastardly secret to the
+world; who could, with a cry, destroy this treasure-house, rock-built
+though it might be? What hope of mercy had we from such a man? And I
+was sitting there, it might be, within twenty paces of the room in
+which he slept; Miss Ruth's hand lay in my own. What hope for her or
+for me, I ask again? Will you wonder that I said, "None; just none! A
+thousand times none"! The island itself might well be a mercy beside
+such a hell as this.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, coming to myself at last, "how little I thought
+when you went up to the great cathedral in Nice a short year ago that
+such a sunny day would end so badly! It is one of the world's
+lotteries; just that and nothing more. Edmond Czerny is no sane man,
+as his acts prove. Some day you will blot it all out of your life as
+a page torn and forgotten. That your husband loved you in Nice, I do
+believe; and so much being true, he may come to reason again, and
+reason would give you liberty. If not, there are others who will
+try--while they live. He must be a rich man, a very rich man,
+must Edmond Czerny. God alone knows why he should sink to such an
+employment as this."
+
+"He has sunk to it," she said, quickly, "because gold is fed by the
+love of gold. Oh, yes, he is a rich man, richer than you and I can
+understand. And yet even my own little fortune must be cast upon the
+pile. A month ago he compelled me to sign a paper which gives up to him
+everything I have in the world. He has no more use for me, Jasper; none
+at all! He has sent my only living relative away from me. When you go
+back to England they will tell you that I am dead. And it will be
+true--true; oh, I know that it will be true."
+
+She had come to a very low state, I make sure, to utter such a word as
+this, and it was a sorry thing for me to hear. To console her when I
+myself was in a parlous plight was just as though one drowning man
+should hold out his hand to another. To-morrow I myself might be flung
+into that very ocean whose breakers I could hear rolling over the glass
+of the curtained windows. And what of little Ruth then?
+
+That question I did not answer. Words were on my lips--such words as a
+driven man may speak--when there came to us from the sea without the
+boom of a distant gun, and, Miss Ruth springing to her feet, I heard a
+great bell clang in the house and the rush of men and the pattering of
+steps; and together, the woman I loved and I, we stood with beating
+hearts and white faces, and told each other that a ship was on the
+rocks and that Edmond Czerny's devils were loose.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+CHANCE OPENS A GATE FOR JASPER BEGG, AND HE PASSES THROUGH
+
+The devils were out; never once did I doubt it. The alarm bell ringing
+loudly in the corridor, the tramp of feet as of an army marching, the
+cry of man to man proclaimed the fact beyond any cavil. If the clang of
+arms and the loud word of command had found me unwilling to believe
+that sailors must die that night on the reef to the southward side, the
+voice of Edmond Czerny himself, crying by the very door behind which I
+stood, would have answered the question for good and all. For Czerny I
+heard, I would have staked my life on it--Czerny, whom last I had seen
+at Nice on the morning of his marriage.
+
+"To the work, to the work!" I heard him shouting; "let Steinvertz come
+to me. There is a ship on the Caskets--a ship, do you hear?"
+
+His voice was hoarse and high-pitched, like the voice of a man half mad
+with delirium. Those that answered him spoke in terms not less
+measured. Had a pack of wild hounds been slipped suddenly to its prey,
+no howls more terrifying could have been heard than those which echoed
+in that house of mystery. And then, upon the top of the clamour, as
+though to mark the meaning of it, came silence, a silence so awesome
+that I could hear myself breathing.
+
+"They've left the house, then," I said to Miss Ruth in a whisper;
+"that's something to be glad about!"
+
+She passed the remark by and, seating herself in a chair, she buried
+her face in her hands. I could hear her muttering "God help them--God
+help them!" and I knew that she spoke of those dying out on the
+dangerous reef. For the time being she seemed to have forgotten my
+presence; but, after a spell, she looked up suddenly and answered the
+question.
+
+"Yes," she said; "my husband will be on the yacht. He has not the
+courage to be anywhere else. You and I are quite alone now, Jasper."
+
+My fingers closed tight about my seaman's cap, and I went to the door
+and unlocked it. Strong and clear in my head, and not to be denied, was
+something which seemed to set my brain on fire. "My God," I said, "what
+does it mean?" Was it chance or madness that I should pass it by?
+
+"There would be men below at the furnaces and others standing to
+guard," I put it to her; "how many in all do you make out that a man
+might chance to meet if he went below just now, Miss Ruth?"
+
+She became very calm at the words, I thought, and stood up that she
+might take my words more readily.
+
+"Jasper!" she exclaimed, "what are you going to do, Jasper?"
+
+"God knows," said I. "Tell me how many men there are in this house."
+
+She stood and thought about it. The flushed face told the story of her
+hopes. Neither of us would speak all that came leaping to our tongues.
+
+"There would be five, I think, in the engine-house and six for the
+guards," she said, and I could almost see her counting them; "the lower
+gate is the second in the corridor. There is a ladder there, and--oh,
+Jasper, what do you mean?" she asked again.
+
+"Mean?" said I; "why this: that it is time my shipmates shared your
+hospitality. Aye, we'll bring them along," says I, "Seth Barker and the
+others. And then," says I, coming quite close to her, "the luck being
+with us, we'll shut the doors. Do you say there are two of them?"
+
+She said that there were two; one for the men, a small gate on the
+reef; the other for Czerny--they called it the great gate. "And, oh,"
+she cried, while her very gladness seemed to thrill me through--"oh, if
+you could, if you could, Jasper--!"
+
+"Whether I can or no the night will prove," said I, more quietly than
+before. "One thing is sure, Miss Ruth, that I am going to try. It's
+worth the trying, indeed it is. Do you find your own room and know
+nothing at all about it. The work below is men's work, and there are
+men, thank God, to do it."
+
+You say that it was a boast; aye, perhaps it was that, yet what a
+boast! For think of it. Here at the very moment when it appeared that
+our lives were at Czerny's mercy, at this very moment when we must look
+to his cruel hand for succour or sleep in the death-pit of the island,
+there comes this message from the sea and the devils go out. There is
+not a sound in the house, and I know that my comrades are waiting for
+my word. I have three brave men behind me; the peril fires my blood so
+that, man or devil against me, I care nothing for either. Was it a
+boast for a man to stake all on a throw at such an hour? Not so, truly,
+but just what any English seaman would have done, saying, "All or
+nothing, the day or the night," as chance should decide for him.
+
+Now, my hand was upon the key when I told little Ruth that it was men's
+work, and without waiting to hear her wise displeasure I opened the
+door and stepped out into the silent hall. One man alone kept watch
+there, and he was in the shadows, so that I could not see his face or
+tell if he were armed. I knew that this man was the first between me
+and my liberty, and without a moment's hesitation I crossed the hall;
+and aware of all the risks I took, understanding that a word of mine
+might bring the guard down from the sea, I clapped a pistol to the
+sentry's head and let him know my pleasure.
+
+"Open that gate, Benno Regnarte!" said I.
+
+He was a short man, burly, with curly hair, and not an unpleasant face.
+So quick had I come upon him, so strange, perhaps, he thought it that I
+named him at hazard, that he fell back against the iron and stood there
+gaping like one who had seen a bogey in the dark. Never, I believe, in
+all this world was a seaman so frightened. He could not speak or utter
+a sound, or even raise his hand. He just stood there like a shivering
+fool.
+
+"Benno Regnarte, open that gate!" I repeated, seeing that I had the
+name all right; "I'll give you half a minute."
+
+The threat brought him to his senses. Without a word, a sign, a sound,
+he opened the iron doors and waited for me to go through.
+
+"Now," said I, "give me those keys and march on. And by the heaven
+above me, if you open your lips far enough for a fly to go in, I'll
+shoot you dead where you stand!"
+
+He gave me the keys with a hand that trembled so that he nearly dropped
+them. In spite of my injunction he mumbled something, and I was not
+unwilling to hear it.
+
+"I am the friend of Mme. Czerny," said he, cringingly; "trust me,
+signor, for God's sake trust me!"
+
+"When you earn the trust," said I, grimly; "now march, and remember!"
+
+I let him go through, and then locked the iron doors behind me. Miss
+Ruth, at least, must be protected from the rogues below. The lamps in
+the corridor were still burning, and, by here and there, I thought that
+I saw figures in the shadows. But no man hailed me, and when I came to
+the great dormitory which, at first passing, was full of seamen, I
+found the door of it open and no more than six or seven men still about
+its tables. If they heard me come up they suspected nothing. I shall
+always say that the brightest idea of that night was the one which came
+to me while I stood by the open door and counted the devils that Czerny
+had left to guard his house. For what should I do, upon the oddest
+impulse, but put my hand round the door very quietly and, closing it
+without noise, turn the key first in the lock and then in my pocket.
+
+"Six," said I to the man before me; "and you make seven. How many more
+in this place now, Benno Regnarte?"
+
+He held up his hands and began to count.
+
+"In the engine-room one, two, three," he said; "upon the ladder hereby
+two; at the great door two more. Seven men altogether, signor. Your
+party will be more than that?"
+
+I laughed at his notion, and, seeing that the man still shivered with
+fear and was not to be counted, I went straight ahead to the greater
+work I had to do. Already the alarm was raised in the room behind me,
+and men were beating with their fists upon the iron door. It was ten to
+one that their cries must be heard and one of the sentinels called from
+the sea; but, miracle if you will, or greed of plunder if that is the
+better term, none came; none answered that heavy knocking. And I--why,
+I was at the cavern's head by that time, and, opening the trap, I had
+spoken to my shipmates.
+
+"Up you come, every one of you--up for your lives!" cried I. "Do you,
+Seth Barker, lift the doctor, and let Peter Bligh follow after. There's
+no time to lose, lads--no time at all."
+
+I took them by surprise, be sure of it. That opening trap, the light
+flashing down upon them, the message when they had begun to despair of
+any message, the call to action--aye, how they leaped up to answer me
+with ready words!
+
+"To God be the glory!" cries Peter Bligh, and I can hear him now. "To
+God be the glory! 'It was the captain's voice,' says I, before ever you
+spake a word."
+
+"And oh, aren't we sick of it--just sick of it!" chimes in Dolly Venn
+as he climbs the ladder like a cat and stands willingly at my side.
+
+I pressed his hand, and showed him the revolver I carried.
+
+"Whip it out, lad, whip it out," said I; "we've work to do to-night for
+ourselves and another. Oh, I count on you all, Dolly, as I never
+counted before!"
+
+He would have said something to this, I make sure, but the others came
+through the trap while I spoke, and four more astonished men never
+stood in a cavern to ask, "What next?"
+
+"The ladder to the reef side," said I, putting their surprise by and
+turning to the Italian in whose hands our lives might lie; "can men
+hold the top of it, or is it best taken by the sea?"
+
+He answered me with a dramatic gesture and a face which spoke his
+warning.
+
+"At the rockside it is straight; they shoot you from the top, captain.
+No man go up there from this place. They fire guns, make noise."
+
+"And the report will call the others," said I. "So be it; but we'll
+close that door, anyway."
+
+It was Greek to the others, and they gaped at the words. From the room
+which I had locked loud shouts were to be heard and heavy blows upon
+the iron panels. That such cries would call men from the sea presently,
+I knew well. We had but a few minutes in which to act, and they were
+precious beyond all words. The gate must be shut though a hundred lay
+concealed in the rooms of mystery about us. On our part we staked all
+on chance; we threw the glove blindly to fortune. And, remember, I
+alone knew anything of that house in which we stood; that house, above
+which the sea ever rolled her crested breakers and lifted her eerie
+chantry. My shipmates were but astonished strangers, not willing to go
+back, yet half afraid of that which lay before them. The bright lights
+in the caverns, the dark doors opening into darkness, and upon these
+the great corridor, so vast, so gloomy, so mysterious, were to them new
+pictures in a wonderland the like to which they had never seen before
+and will never see again.
+
+"What place is this, and where is the best parlour?" asks Peter Bligh,
+his clumsy head blundering to a question even at such a time. "'Tis
+laid out for a small and early, and crowns to be broken," says he.
+"Have you took it furnished, or are there neighbours, sir? 'Tis a queer
+house entirely."
+
+I cut him short and turned to the doctor.
+
+"What news of the foot, sir?" I asked him; "how are you feeling now?"
+
+He replied light-heartedly enough, wishful, I could see, to make light
+of it.
+
+"Like a man who has bought a wooden leg and prefers the old one," said
+he; asking at the same time, "What's the course, captain, and why do we
+follow it?"
+
+"The course," said I, "is to Mme. Czerny's boudoir, and a good couch to
+lie upon. Do you two get on as fast as you can and leave us to the
+parley. It's coming, sure enough, and lame men won't help the argument.
+We'll need your help by-and-bye, doctor, when the heads are broken."
+
+I made the guess at hazard, little knowing how near the truth it was to
+prove. We were almost at the head of the first stairway by this time,
+and the uproar in the corridor might have awakened the seven sleepers.
+Impossible, I said, that such a warning should not bring in men from
+the sea, sentinels who would ask by whose hand the key had been turned;
+but the danger lay behind us in the shadows where we had not looked for
+it. Aye, the three in the engine-house, how came I to forget them? They
+were atop of us before the doctor was out of hearing, and a great
+hulking German, his face smeared with soot and a bar of iron in his
+hands, caught me by the shoulder and swung me round almost before I had
+done speaking.
+
+"Who, in thunder, are you?" asks he. It was a question which had to be
+answered.
+
+Now, I had picked up a wrinkle or two about "rough-and-tumbles" in the
+years I traded to Yokohama, and though my heart was in my mouth and it
+was plain to me that this was the crisis of the night, when a single
+unlucky stroke or misspoken word might undo all that chance had done
+for us, I nevertheless kept my wits about me, and letting the man turn
+me round as he willed I presently caught his arm between both of mine
+and almost broke the bone of it. Upon which he lifted up a cry you
+might have heard at the sword-fish reef, and writhing down I struck him
+with all my force and he fell insensible.
+
+"Seven and one makes eight," said I, and a man might forgive himself
+for boasting at such a time; for, mark you, but two were left to deal
+with, and while one was making for little Dolly Venn, Peter Bligh had
+the throat of the other in such a grip that his friends might well have
+said, "God help him!"
+
+"Hold him, Peter, hold him!" cried I, my blood fired and my tongue set
+loose; but there was no need to be anxious for Mister Bligh, I do
+assure you.
+
+"He'll need new teeth to-morrow, and plenty of 'em!" says he, shaking
+the man as a dog shakes a rat. "Aye, go on, captain, the fun's
+beginning here."
+
+I waited to hear no more, but ran at the man who closed with little
+Dolly Venn. "Dolly's is the need," said I; though in that I was
+mistaken, as you shall see presently. And I do declare it was a picture
+to watch that bit of a lad dancing round a hulking Dutchman, and
+hitting the wind out of him as though he had been a cushion. Grunt? The
+lubber grunted like a pig, and every time he stopped for want of breath
+in come Master Dolly again with a lightning one which shook him like a
+thunder-bolt. No "set-to" that I have seen in all my life ever pleased
+me half as much; and what with crying and laughing by turns, and
+singing out "Bravo, Dolly!" and dancing round the pair of them, the
+sweat ran off me like rain, and I, and not little Dolly Venn, might
+have been doing for the Dutchman in the shadows of that corridor.
+
+In the end, believe me, this foreign bully turned tail and ran like a
+whipped cur. It was all I could do to keep the lad from his heels.
+
+"Next time, Dolly," cried I, holding him back roughly, "next time, lad;
+we have better work to do, much better work to do. Here's Peter needing
+a box for his goods--and a pretty big one, too. Is it over, Peter? Will
+he be talking any more?" I asked Mister Bligh.
+
+He answered me by pointing to a figure on the floor beside him, stark
+and motionless and very still. Peter had played his part, indeed; I
+knew that the gate of Czerny's house was open.
+
+"All together, lads," said I, leading them on now with a light heart;
+"all together and out of the shadows, if you please. We've another gate
+to close, and then--as God's above me, I do believe we have bested
+Edmond Czerny this night!"
+
+It was something to say, a thought to thrill a man, and yet I would not
+dwell upon it, remembering all that lay between us and Miss Ruth's
+freedom--all that must be done in the doubtful hours before us.
+
+"The iron ladder by which the men come in," I asked of the Italian,
+suddenly, "where is that, Regnarte?"
+
+Now, this man had been very frightened during the brawl at the
+stairs-head; but, seeing the stuff we were made of, and being willing
+all along to join with us (for I learned afterwards that he nursed a
+private spite against Czerny), he replied to me very readily:
+
+"The ladder is the second door, captain; yet why, since no man can go
+up? I tell you that two hold it, and they have guns. You cannot go,
+captain! What good the key when men have guns?"
+
+"We'll see about that," said I. And cocking my pistol I strode to the
+door he indicated.
+
+It was an iron door, opening inward to a small apartment cut out of the
+solid rock. For a while I could see nothing when I entered the little
+cavern--it laid bare; but, becoming used to the dim light presently, I
+took a few steps forward, and looking up I saw a rocky chimney and an
+orifice far up and the stars glimmering in the grey-blue sky above me.
+This, then, was the second gate to Czerny's house, I said; the seagate
+by which his men passed in. Here, as yonder where Miss Ruth's apartment
+lay, the reef lifted itself above the highest tides; here was the gate
+we must shut if the night were to be won. And who would dare it with
+armed men on the threshold, and a ladder for foothold, and the
+knowledge on our part that one word of the truth would dig a grave for
+recompense? And yet it had to be dared; a man must go up that night for
+a woman's sake.
+
+Well, I took off my boots at the ladder's foot, and thrusting my pistol
+into my waist-belt I spoke a warning word to Peter Bligh.
+
+"This," said I, taking from Regnarte the key I needed, "this opens the
+iron doors you will meet down yonder. If misfortune happens to me, go
+straight through and take my place. Hold the rooms as long as you can
+and let your judgment do the rest. Belike Mister Jacob will come back
+with the ship. I wish to God I could think so!" I added.
+
+He nodded his head, and but half understanding what I was about he
+watched me anxiously when I put my naked foot with wary step on the
+ladder and began to go up. I saw him for a moment, a comrade's figure
+in the dim light of the cavern, and then thinking only of my purpose,
+and of what it would mean to one who waited for me, I clenched my teeth
+and began my journey. Below me were the little cave and the glimmer of
+a distant lamp, shipmates crying "God speed!" the hidden house, the
+mystery; above me that dark funnel of the rock and the sky, which
+seemed to beckon me upward to freedom and the sea.
+
+If danger lay there I could not espy it nor detect its presence. Not a
+sound came from the open trap, no figures were to be seen, no spoken
+voice to be heard. The moaning waves upon the iron reef, the echo of
+gunshots in the silence of the night, alone spoke of life and being and
+the open sea without. And I went up like a cat, rung by rung, my hand
+hot upon the iron, the thought in my head that madness sent me and that
+I might never see another day.
+
+No man appeared at the orifice, I say; the gate might have been
+unguarded for any sentinel I could espy. Nevertheless, I knew that the
+Italian spoke the truth, and that his reckoning was good. Edmond Czerny
+was no fool to leave a sea-gate open to all the world. Somewhere on the
+foothold of the rocks men were lurking, I made sure. That they heard
+nothing of their friends' outcry in the corridor below, that they did
+not answer it, was a thing I had not, at the first, understood; but it
+became plain when the chimney I climbed shut out every sound but that
+of the breaking seas, and gave intervals of silence so great that a man
+might have heard a ticking watch. No, truly, it was no wonder that they
+had not gone down nor heard that loud alarm, for they hungered for the
+wreck; for pillage and plunder, and all the gruesome sights Ken's
+Island that night could show them; and this hunger kept them at the
+water's edge, hounds kennelled when others were free, unwilling idlers
+on a harvest day. God knows, they paid a price for that when the good
+time came.
+
+Now, at the ladder's head, everything was as I had seen it in the
+mind's picture; and even before I made the top fresh spray would shower
+upon my face, while the sea sounded as though its waves were breaking
+almost at my very ears. Unchallenged and, for all I could make out,
+unwatched, I grew bolder step by step, until at last I touched the
+topmost rung; and, looking over, I saw the white crests of the breakers
+and the pinnacles of the reef and the distant island under its loom of
+gold-blue fog. Halted there, with one hand swung free and my good
+pistol ready, I peered intently into the night--a sentinel watching
+sentinels, a spy upon those that should have spied. And standing so I
+saw the men, and they saw me; and quickened to the act by the sudden
+danger, I swung over the first half of the trap which shut the chimney
+in, and made ready to close the second with all the deftness I could
+command.
+
+There were two men at the sea's edge, and they did not hear me, I
+believe, until the first door of that trap was down. Perchance, even
+then, they thought that a comrade played a jest upon them, and that
+this was all in the night's work, for one of them coming up leisurely
+peered into the hole and put a question to me in the German tongue.
+This man, my heart beating like a piston, and my nerves all strung up,
+I struck down with the butt-end of my pistol, and, as God is my
+witness, I swung over the trap and shot the bolts and locked the great
+padlock before the other could move hand or foot. For the foreigner
+fell, without a cry, headlong into the sea which played at his very
+feet.
+
+"Shut--shut, by thunder!" cried I to those below, and gladder words a
+seaman never spoke to comrades waiting for him. "One gate more and the
+night is ours, lads!"
+
+They heard me in astonishment. Remember how new this place of mystery
+was to them; how little I had told them of that which I do. If they
+followed me like the brave men that they were, set it down to the
+affection they bore me, and the belief that I led them on no child's
+errand. So much must have occurred to them as we gained the upper house
+and shut the iron doors behind us. The way lay to the sea again, the
+road most dear to the heart of every sailor. Let the main gate of
+Czerny's house be closed and all was won, indeed.
+
+Aye, and you shall stand with me as, mounting a broad stairway beyond
+Miss Ruth's own door, I found myself out upon a great plateau of rock,
+and beheld the silent ocean spread out like a silver carpet before my
+grateful eyes, and knew that the house was ours--that house the like to
+which no man has built or will build during the ages.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+WHICH SHOWS THAT A MAN WHO THINKS OF BIG THINGS SOMETIMES FORGETS THE
+LITTLE ONES
+
+I was the first to be out on the rock, but Peter Bligh was close upon
+my heels, and, wonderful to tell, the Italian almost as quick as any of
+us. To what gate of the sea the staircase was carrying me I knew no
+more than the others. The time was gone by when anything in Czerny's
+house could surprise me; and when at the stairs' head we found that
+which looked for all the world like a great port-hole with a swing door
+of steel to shut it, I climbed through it without hesitation, and so
+stood in God's fresh air for the first time for nearly three days.
+
+That this was the main gate to the sea I had all along surmised, and
+now proved surely. No sooner was I through the door than all the world
+seemed to spread out again before my eyes--the distant island, the
+shimmering sea, the blue sky shut to us through such long hours. The
+rock itself, where we gained foothold, lifted itself clear and dry
+above the breakers at my feet. There were steps leading down to the
+water's edge, a still pool wherein boats were warped, other crags of
+the reef defying the tides; these and the silence of the night
+everywhere; but of men I saw nothing. The bloody fight we had
+anticipated, blow for blow, and ringing alarm, the struggle for
+foothold on the rock, the challenge to Czerny's men--such things did
+not befall. We stood unchallenged on the plateau, and we stood alone.
+
+I said that it was a miracle, and yet the Lord knows it was no miracle
+at all.
+
+Let me try and describe this place for you that you may understand our
+situation more clearly, and how it befell that such a simple
+circumstance brought about such a strange turn of fortune. We had come
+up from the heart of the reef, as you know, and the staircase led out
+to a gate of steel opening in the face of a rocky crag, which stood
+well above the level even of the storm-seas. A lower plateau (unwashed
+by the sea) stood below the gate, and other crags jutted out of the sea
+and showed windows to the western sun. I made a bit of a map of the
+land and water thereby to keep it in my memory: and such as it is it
+will enable any one easily to get the position truly. If one places
+himself at the main gate of this house of wonders and puts Czerny's
+crew by the sword-fish reef, all will be plain to him.
+
+The island lay perhaps a mile to the southward; and nearer to us, at a
+cable's length as I reckoned it, a group of rocky pinnacles in the open
+sea marked the door we had shut and the ladder by which Czerny's men
+went in to shelter. But the oddest thing of all was this, that the main
+gate to this house of wonders should be left unguarded at an hour so
+critical. Dark as it was, with only the soft grey light of a summer's
+night shimmering on sea and land, nevertheless the mere fact that we
+had passed unchallenged told me that we were alone. For why should two
+men let three pass up and raise no alarm when alarm might mean so much?
+
+Could they not have struck us down as we came out, one by one, firing
+their guns to call comrades from the sea, and bringing a hundred more
+atop of us to end our chances there and then? Of course they could; and
+yet it was not done. No man hailed us; we had the breaking seas at our
+feet, the fresh air in our lungs, the spindrift wet upon our faces. And
+who was the more surprised, I at finding the gate unguarded or my
+comrades to discover that there was such a gate at all, the Lord only
+knows. Like three who stumbled upon a precipice we halted there at the
+sea's edge, and looked at one another to ask if such great good fortune
+could, indeed, be ours.
+
+I have told you before that the Italian was at our heels when we gained
+the rock, and it was to him now that I addressed my question.
+
+"You said there were two at the gate, Regnarte. Where are they, then,
+and what keeps them?"
+
+He cracked his bony fingers many times, and began to gabble away
+vociferously in his own language--a tongue I like the sound of, but
+which no right-minded man should talk. When he came to some calmness
+and to a sane man's speech, he pointed to the pinnacles of the lesser
+gate and began to make the truth clear to me.
+
+"You come lucky, sir, you come lucky, true! Hafmitz gone yonder; he and
+mate, too; he go to see why other men cry out!"
+
+I saw it like a flash. The alarm had been given at the other end of the
+reef, and the two that should have guarded this, had put out in their
+boat to see what the matter was. If a man had wished to believe that
+Providence guided him that night, he could not have found a
+circumstance to help him farther on the road. I make no pretence to be
+what folks call a religious man, doing my duty without the hymn-books;
+but I believe, and always shall believe, that there was something more
+than mere chance on our way in all that venture, and so I set it down
+here once and for all. The fingers of the white man's God pointed the
+road for us; and we took it, fair or crooked let it prove to be.
+
+"Luck! Luck's no word for it, my lads," said I. "If a man told such a
+thing ashore, who'd believe him? And yet it's true--true, as your own
+eyes tell you."
+
+They had not found their tongues yet and none of them uttered a
+syllable. The wonders they had seen: that house of mystery lying like a
+palace of the story-books far down below the rolling Pacific; the
+surprise of it all; the picture of lights and rooms and of a woman's
+face; and now this plateau of rock with breakers at their feet and the
+island mists for their horizon; and, in the far distance, away upon the
+sword-fish reef, sights and sounds which quickened every pulse--who
+shall blame them if they could answer me never a word? They simply
+halted there and gazed spellbound across the shimmering water. I alone
+knew how far we stood from the end where safety lay.
+
+Now, Peter Bligh was the first to give up his star-gazing; and, shaking
+himself like a great dog, he turned to me with a word of that common
+sense which he can speak sometimes.
+
+"'Tis a miracle, truly, and a couple of doors to it," cried he, like
+one thinking keenly. "Nevertheless, I make bold to say that if they
+have a key to yonder hatch we are undone entirely, captain."
+
+I sat upon a crag of the rock and tried to think of it all. Czerny's
+men would return in an hour, or two at the most, and the truth would be
+out. They would come--the seamen to the lesser gate, the others to this
+door of steel by which we sat--and, finding that knocking did not open,
+they would take such measures as they thought fit to blast the doors. A
+gun well fired might do as much if gun could be trained upon the reef.
+Once let them inside and it needed no clever tongue to say how it would
+fare with us or with those we sought to protect. No man, I said, would
+live to tell that story, or to carry the history of Edmond Czerny's
+life to a distant city. All that lay between us and life was this door
+of steel shutting like a port-hole in the solid rock. And could we hold
+it against, it might be one, it might be three hundred men? That was a
+question the night must answer.
+
+"Regnarte," I said, upon an impulse, "you have guns in this house?"
+
+He held up his fingers and opened them many times to express a great
+number.
+
+"One, two, three hundred guns," said he. "Excellency has them all; but
+here one gun much bigger than that. You seamen, you shall know how to
+fire him, captain. Excellency say that no man take the gate while that
+gun there. Ah! the leg on the other boot now!"
+
+Now he cracked his fingers all the time he said this, and shook his
+keys and danced about the plateau like a madman. For a while I could
+make neither head nor tail of what he meant; but presently he turned as
+though he would go down to the cabins again, and, standing upon the
+very threshold of the staircase, he showed me what I had never seen or
+should have looked for in twenty years--the barrel of a quick-firing
+gun and the steel turret which defended it.
+
+"'Tis a pom-pom, or I'm a heathen nigger!" cries Peter Bligh, half mad
+at the sight of it. "A pom-pom, and a shield about it. The glory to
+Saint Patrick that shows me the wonder!"
+
+And Dolly Venn, catching hold of my hand in like excitement, he says:
+
+"Oh, Mr. Begg, oh, what luck, what luck at last!"
+
+I crossed the plateau and saw the thing with my own eyes. It was a
+modern Krupp quick-firing gun, well kept, well fitted, well placed
+behind a shield of steel which might defend those who worked it against
+a hundred. Those who set it upon the rock so set it that not only the
+near sea but the second gate could be covered by its fire. It would
+sweep the water with a hail of lead, and leave unseen those that did
+the work. And the irony of it was chiefly this, that Edmond Czerny,
+seeking to defend the door of his house against all the world, now shut
+it upon himself.
+
+"Yes," said I, at last, and I spoke almost like a man drunk with
+excitement; "give me shell for that, and we'll hold the gate against
+five hundred!"
+
+The hope of it set every nerve in my body twitching; sweat, I say,
+began to roll down my face like rain.
+
+"You have a magazine in this place," I continued, turning upon the
+Italian in a way that surprised him; "you have arms in this house and
+shot for that gun. Where are they, man, where are they?"
+
+He stood stock-still with fright, and stammered out a broken reply.
+
+"Excellency has the key, captain--I show you! Don't be angry, captain!"
+
+He turned to enter the house again, and I followed him, as eager a man
+as ever hunted for that which might take a fellow-creature's life.
+
+"Do you, Peter and Dolly, keep a watch here," said I, indicating the
+place, "while I go below with this man. We must hold the gate, lads,
+hold it with our lives! If the two yonder come back, be sure you close
+their mouths. You understand, Peter--close their mouths!"
+
+"Aye, I understand, captain!" said he, very quietly. "They'll not sing
+hymns when I've done with them!"
+
+I followed the Italian down the stairs, and we made for the great hall
+again. Many lights were burning there, and the figures of women passed
+in and out of the splendid rooms. At the far corner, opposite Miss
+Ruth's own apartment, the Italian came to a halt and began to gabble
+again.
+
+"Excellency live here, sir," said he; "the gun-room--you go right
+through to him; but Excellency, he have the key. Me only doorman. I
+speak true, sir!"
+
+I opened the door of the room he indicated, and feeling upon the wall
+switched on a lamp. It was the palace of a place, with great book-racks
+all round it, and arm-chairs as long as beds in every corner, and
+instruments and tables and pretty ornaments enough to furnish a
+mansion; but for none of these things had I eyes that night. Yonder, at
+the end of the room, a curtain opened above a door of iron; and through
+that door I saw at a glance the way to the gun-room lay. Ah, how my
+head tried to grapple with the trouble! The keys--where lay the keys?
+What chance or miracle would show me those? Was the key on Czerny's
+person or here in one of the drawers about? How much would I have paid
+to have been told that truly! But how to open it!
+
+Now the Italian watched me with curious eyes as I went up to the door
+and drew the curtain back from it. A quick glance round the room did
+not show me what common sense was seeking--an iron safe in which
+Czerny's keys might lie. That he would keep the key of the armoury in
+the room, unless it were on his person, I had no doubt; and argument
+began to tell me that, after all, a safe might not be necessary. If
+alarm came it would come from the sea; or from the lower doors, which
+were locked against his devil's crew. I began to say that the keys
+would be in a drawer or bureau, and I was going to ransack every piece
+of furniture, when--and this seemed beyond all reason--I saw something
+shining bright upon a little table in the corner, and crossing the room
+I picked up the very thing for which a man might have offered the half
+of his fortune.
+
+"Heaven above!" said I, "if this is it--if this is it----"
+
+And why should it not have been? News of the wreck had come to the
+house like a sudden alarm leaping up in the night; the keys, which I
+held with greedy fingers, might they not have been in Czerny's hands
+when the bell clanged loudly through the startled corridors? I saw him,
+forgetful in his very greed, serving out rifles to his willing men,
+running up at hazard to be sure of the truth, leaving behind him that
+which might open his house to the world forever. And in my hand the
+fruit of his alarm was lying.
+
+Ah, Heaven! it was the truth, and the door opened at my touch, and arms
+for a hundred men glittered in the dim light about me.
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+THE FIRST ATTACK IS MADE BY CZERNY'S MEN
+
+We carried the shot to the stairs' head, each man working as though his
+own life were the price of willing labour. If Miss Ruth had tidings of
+the great good fortune the night had sent to us, she would neither stay
+our hands with questions nor wait for idle answers. For a moment I saw
+her, a figure to haunt a man, looking out from the door of her own
+room; but a long hour passed before I changed a word with her or knew
+if that which we had done would win her consent. Now, indeed, was Ruth
+Bellenden at the parting of the ways, and of all in Czerny's house her
+lot must have been the hardest to bear. She had blotted the page of her
+old life that night and it never would be rewritten. None the less, a
+woman's courage could show me a bright face and all that girlish
+gentleness which was her truest charm. Never once would she speak of
+her own trouble, but always lightly of ours; so that we three--little
+Ruth, Dr. Gray, and Jasper Begg--might have been friends met upon any
+common adventure, and not at the crisis of that desperate endeavour.
+And so I think it will befall in all the perilous days, that what is
+written in the story-books about loud exclamations and pale faces and
+all the rest of it is the property of the story-teller, and that in
+plain truth you find none of these things, but just silent actors and
+simple talk, and no more noise of the difficulty than the common day
+will bring. This, at least, is my memory of that never-to-be-forgotten
+night. To-morrow might give us life or death--a grave beneath the seas
+or mastership of that house of mystery; though of this no word passed
+between us, but briefly we gave each other the news and asked it in
+return.
+
+"Captain," says the doctor, he being the first to speak, "they tell me
+you've struck a gun-store. Is it true or false?"
+
+I told him that it was true, and making light of it--for I did not wish
+Miss Ruth to be upset before there was good reason--I named another
+thing.
+
+"Yes," said I, "we shall defend ourselves if there's need, and give a
+good account, I hope. For the rest, we'll take it as we find it. I am
+trusting that Mister Czerny will listen to common sense and not risk
+bloodshed. If he does, the blame be on his own head, for I shall do my
+best to make it easy for him."
+
+"I know you will--I know you will, Jasper," says little Ruth, closing
+her hand upon mine, and not caring much what the doctor thought of it,
+I'll be bound; "we can do no more than our duty, each of us. Mine is
+very hard, but I shall not turn from it--never, while I know that duty
+says, 'Go on!'"
+
+"That I'm sure you won't, Miss Ruth," was my answer to her; "if ever
+duty justified man or woman it justifies you and I this night. Let us
+begin with that and all the rest is easy. What we are doing is done as
+much for the sake of our fellow-men as for ourselves. We work for a
+good end--to let the world know what Ken's Island harbours and to keep
+our fellow-men from such a place. Accomplish that much, and right and
+humanity owe us something, though it's not for me to speak of it, nor
+is this the time. My business is to hold this house against the devils
+who are pillaging the ship yonder. The sea-gate I can take care of,
+Miss Ruth. It's what's below in the pit that I fear."
+
+She listened with a curiosity which drank in every word and yet was not
+satiated. Nevertheless, I believe but half of my story was plain to
+her. And who blames her for that? Was not it enough for such a bit of a
+girl to say, "My friends are with me. I trust them. They will win my
+liberty." The arguments were for the men--for Mister Gray and me, who
+sought a road in the darkness, but could not find one.
+
+"Two doors to this house, captain," says the doctor, after a little
+while, "and one of them shut. So much I understand. Are you sure that
+the cavern below is empty, or do you still count men in it?"
+
+"'Tis just neither way," said I, "and that's the worst of it, doctor.
+The sea's to be held while the shell lasts and perhaps afterwards; but
+if there are men down below, why, then it's another matter. I'm staking
+all on a throw. What more can I do?"
+
+He leaned back upon the sofa and appeared to think of it. Presently he
+said:
+
+"Captain, a man doesn't shoot with his foot, does he?"
+
+And then, not waiting for me to answer, he goes on:
+
+"Why, no; he shoots with his hand. Just you plant me in the passage and
+give me a gun. I'll keep the door for you--by Jove, I will!"
+
+Now, I saw that this promise frightened Miss Ruth more than she would
+say, for it was the first time that it occurred to her that men might
+come out of the pit. But she was just the one to turn it with a laugh,
+and crying, "What folly! what folly!" she called out at the same time
+for little Rosamunda, and began to think of that which I had clean
+forgotten.
+
+"Jasper," says she, "you will never make a general--never, never! Why,
+where's your commissariat? Would you starve your crew and think nothing
+of it? Oh, we shall feed Mister Bligh, and then it will be easy," says
+she, prettily.
+
+I made no objection to this, for it was evident that she wished to
+conceal her fears from us; but I knew that the doctor was wise, and
+before I left him there was a rifle at his side and twenty rounds to go
+with it.
+
+
+[Illustration: "If there is any sound at the door, fire that gun."]
+
+
+"If there's any sound at the door of the corridor--as much as a
+scratch," said I, "fire that gun. I shall be with you before the
+smoke's lifted, and you will need me, doctor--indeed, you will!"
+
+I left him upon this and went up, more anxious than I would have
+confessed, to my shipmates at the gate. I found them standing together
+in the moonlight, which shone clear and golden upon a gentle sea, and
+gave points of fire to the rocky headlands of Ken's Island. So still it
+was, such a scene of wonder and of beauty, that but for the words which
+greeted me, and the dark figures peering across the water, and
+something very terrible on the distant reef, I might have believed
+myself keeping a lonely watch in the glory of a summer's night. That
+delusion the East denied. I knew the truth even before Mister Bligh
+named it.
+
+"They've fired the ship, captain--fired the ship!" says he, with just
+anger. "Aye, Heaven do to them as they've done to those poor creatures!
+Did man ever hear of such a villainy--to fire a good ship in her
+misfortune? It would be a sin against an honest rope to hang such a
+crew as that!"
+
+I stepped forward to the water's edge that I might see the thing more
+clearly. Looming up upon that fair horizon were wreathing clouds of
+smoke and crimson flames, and in the heart of it all the outline of the
+ship these fiends had doomed. No picture ever painted could present
+that woful scene or describe its magnificence as we saw it from the
+watch-tower of the reef. It was, indeed, as though the very heavens
+were on fire, while the sea all about the burning hull shone like a
+pool of molten gold in which strange shapes moved and the shadows of
+living things were to be seen. Now licking the quivering masts, now
+blown aside in tongue-shaped jets, the lambent flame spurted from every
+crack and crevice, leaped up from every port-hole of that splendid
+steamer. I saw that her minutes were numbered, and I said that before
+the dawn broke she would sink, a mass of embers, into the hissing
+breakers.
+
+"Good Lord, Mister Bligh!" cried I, the seaman's habit coming to me at
+the dreadful spectacle, "was ever such a thing heard of? And the poor
+people aboard--what of them now? What haven may they look for?"
+
+"They've put the men ashore, sir," said Dolly Venn, hardly able to
+speak for his anxiety. "I saw two boat-loads go across to the bay while
+Mister Bligh was piling the ammunition. They've sent them to die on the
+island. And we so helpless that we must just look on like schoolgirls.
+Oh! I'd give all I've got to be over yonder with a hundred bluejackets
+at my elbow. Think of it, sir! Just a hundred, and cutlasses in their
+hands."
+
+"Aye," said I, "and a tree for every rogue that rows a boat yonder.
+Well, my lad, thinking's no good this night, nor can you get the
+bluejackets by whistling. We haven't all served our time in a Queen's
+ship, Dolly, and we're just plain seamen; but we'll try and speak a
+word to Edmond Czerny by-and-bye, or I'll never speak another. Now,
+help me with your young eyes, will you, and tell me if that's a ship's
+gig yonder, or if it isn't----"
+
+He said that it was a ship's gig, and he pointed out that which I had
+not seen before--a steam yacht lying off to the east of us and waiting
+for some of her crew to go aboard. Edmond Czerny would be on deck
+there, I thought, watching the hounds he had sent to the work; and if
+that spectacle of death and destruction did not gratify him, then
+nothing would in all the world. And surely such a sight even he had not
+beheld in all his years. That shimmering molten sea, the island
+catching the reflected lights and making its own pictures of them; the
+distant forests, whose trees lifted fiery branches and leaves of flame;
+the mist-clouds raining blood and gold, the burning steamer, the great
+arena of fire-flecked sea and the small-boats swimming upon it--what
+more of delight or devilry could Ken's Island give this vulture of the
+deep?
+
+So much the night would show us as Providence willed and good hearts
+might determine.
+
+Now, I have told you that little Dolly Venn had served in the Naval
+Reserve and knew more of gunnery than the most of us. To this, I bear
+witness, we owed much that night.
+
+"You've got a skipper's part, Dolly, lad," said I, "and yon gig begins
+the trouble, if my eyes don't deceive me. Why, she's coming in here,
+lad, straight to this very door, just as fast as oars can bring her.
+And there's more to follow--a fleet of them, as any lubber could tell
+you."
+
+"'Tis like a fete and gala on the old stinking Liffey," says Peter
+Bligh, peering with me across the busy sea. "A dozen boats, and every
+one of them full. I'd give something to see Mister Jacob to-night;
+indeed, and I would, captain. We are over few for such an 'out and
+home' as this."
+
+It was rare to see Peter Bligh serious, but he had the right to be that
+night, and I was the last to blame him. Consider our situation and ask
+what others would have felt, placed as we were--four willing men upon a
+bit of craggy rock rising sheer out of a thousand fathom sea, and
+commanded to hold the gate for our lives and for another life more
+precious against all the riff-raff that Ken's Island could send against
+us. Out on the shimmering sea I counted twelve boats with my own eyes,
+and knew that every one of them was full of cut-throats. In the half of
+an hour or sooner that devil's crew would knock at our gate and demand
+to come in. Whatever way we answered them, however clever we might be,
+was it reason to suppose that we could hold the rock against such odds,
+hold it until help came when help was so distant? I say that it was
+not. By all the chances, by every right reason, we should have been cut
+down where we stood, and our bodies swimming in the sea before the sun
+shone again on Ken's Island and its mysteries. And if this truth was
+present in my mind, how should it be absent from the minds of the
+others? Brave faces they showed me, bright words they spoke; but I knew
+what these concealed. We stood together for a woman's sake; we knew
+what the price might be and made no complaint of it.
+
+"We are over few, Peter," said I, "but over few is better than many
+when the heart is right. Just you drink up that grog and put yourself
+where there is not so much of your precious body in the moonlight. It
+will be Dolly's place at the gun, and mine to help him. There is this
+in my mind, Peter, that we've no right to shoot fellow-creatures unless
+they call upon us so to do. When the gig comes up I'll give them a fair
+challenge before the volley's fired. After that it's up and at them,
+for Miss Ruth's sake. You will not forget, Peter, that if we can hold
+this place until help comes, belike we'll carry Miss Ruth to Europe and
+shut down this devil's den forever. If that's not work good enough to
+put heart into a man, I don't know what is. Aye, my lads," said I to
+them all, "tell yourselves that you are here and acting for the sake of
+one who did you many a kindness in the old time; and mind you shoot
+straight," says I, "and don't go wasting honest lead when there's
+carrion waiting for it."
+
+They answered "Aye, aye!" and Dolly, leaping up to the gun, began to
+give his orders just for all the world as though he skippered the ship
+and I was but a passenger.
+
+"We'll put Regnarte in front," says he, "so that we can keep an eye on
+him. Let Peter hail them from where he's standing now; the rock covers
+him, captain, and the shield will take care of you and me. And oh?"
+says he, "I do wish it would begin--for my fingers are just itching!"
+
+"Let them itch, lad, let them itch," was my answer; "here's the gig by
+the point, and they won't trouble you with that complaint long. Do you,
+Peter, give them a hail when I cry, 'Now!' If they stop, well and good;
+if they come on--why, you won't be asking them to walk right in!" says
+I.
+
+He took my meaning and set to work like the brave man that he was. Very
+deliberately and carefully I saw him slip out of his coat and fold it
+up neatly at his feet. He had a rifle in his hand and a pile of
+ammunition on the floor, and now he opened his Remington and began to
+fill it. For my part, I stood by the gun's shield, and from that place,
+covered by a ring of steel, I looked out across the awaking sea.
+Impatience, doubt, hope, fear--these I forgot in the minutes which
+passed while the gig crept slowly across that silver pool. The silence
+was so great that a man might almost breathe it. Slow, to be sure, she
+was; and every man who has waited at a post of danger knows what it
+means to see a strange sail creeping up to you foot by foot, and to be
+asking yourself a dozen times over whether she be friend or enemy, a
+welcome consort or a rogue disguised. But there is an end to all
+things, even to the minutes of such suspense; and I bear witness that I
+never heard sweeter music than the ringing hail which Mister Bligh sent
+across the still sea to the eight men in the gig, and to any other his
+message might concern.
+
+"Ahoy!" cries he, "and what may you be wanting, my hearties, and what
+flag do you sail under?"
+
+Now, if ever a hail out of the night surprised eight men, this was the
+occasion and this the scene of it. They had come back from the pillaged
+ship believing that the sea-gate of the house stood open to them and
+that friends held it in all security. And here upon the threshold a
+strange voice hails them; they are asked a question which turns every
+ear towards the rock, sends every man's hand to the gun beside him.
+Instantly, their own vile deeds accusing them, they cry, "Discovery!"
+They tell each other, I make sure, that Czerny's house is in the
+possession of strangers. They are stark mad with curiosity, and unable
+for a spell to say a word to us.
+
+They would not speak a word, I say; their oars were still, their boat
+drifted lazily to the drowsy tide. If they peered with all their eyes a
+the rock from which the voice came, but little consolation had they of
+the spectacle. The shadows spoke no truth, the gate hid the unknown;
+they could read no message there. Neither willing to go back nor to
+advance, they sat gaping in the boat. How could they know what anxious
+ears and itching hands waited for their reply?
+
+A voice at last, crying harshly across the ripple of the water, broke
+the spell and set every tongue free again. Aye, it was good to hear
+them speak.
+
+"Bob Williams," cries the voice. "What ho! my ancient! I guess that's
+you, Bob Williams."
+
+"And I guess it isn't," roars Peter Bligh, half mad, like a true
+Irishman, at the thought of a fight. "It isn't Bob Williams, and be
+derned to you! Are you going ashore to Ken's Island or will you swim
+awhile? It's good water for bathing," says he, "and no charge for the
+machine. Aye," says he, "by the look of you cold water would not hurt
+your skins."
+
+Well, they had nothing to say to this; but we could hear them parleying
+among themselves. And presently; another longboat pulling up to them,
+the two together drifted in the open and then, without a word, began to
+row away to the lesser reef, whose gate I had shut not an hour ago.
+This I saw with very great alarm; for it came to me in an instant that
+if they could force the trap--and there were enough of them to do that,
+seeing that they had rifles in their hands--the whole of the lower
+rooms would swarm with their fellows presently, and I did not doubt
+that the house would be taken.
+
+"Dolly," cried I, appealing to the lad, when, the Lord knows, my own
+head should have been the one to lead, "Dolly," cried I, "they'll force
+the gate--and what then, Dolly----?"
+
+He had leapt up when the ship moved off, and now, drawing me back, with
+nervous fingers he began to show me what a man-of-war had taught him.
+
+"No, sir, no," says he, wildly, "no, it's not that. Help me and I'll
+tell you--and oh, Mister Begg, don't you see that this gun was put here
+to cover that very place?" says he.
+
+Well, I had seen it, though in the stress of recent events it had
+slipped my memory; and yet it would have been as plain as the nose on
+the face to any gunner, even to the youngest. For if Czerny must hold
+his house against the world, how should he hold it with one door of two
+open to the sea? That devilish gun, swung there on a peak of the rock,
+could sweep the waters, turn where you might. It was going to sweep the
+lesser gate to-night.
+
+"Round with her and quick about it," cries Dolly Venn, and never a
+gladder cry have I heard him utter. "They're coming ashore, captain.
+They are on the rock already."
+
+I stood up to make sure of it, and saw four men leap from the gig to
+the rock which it was life or death for us to hold. And to Dolly I
+said:
+
+"Let go, lad; let go, in Heaven's name!"
+
+He stood to the gun; and clear above all other sounds of the night the
+sharp reports rang out. That peaceful, sleeping sea awoke to an hour
+the like to which Ken's Island will never know again. We cast the glove
+to Edmond Czerny and powder spake our message. Henceforth it was his
+day or ours, life or death, the gallows or the sea.
+
+There were four men upon the rock when the gun began to spurt its vomit
+of shot across the sea, and two of them fell almost with the first
+report. I saw a third dragging himself across the crags and pressing a
+hand madly against every stone as though to quench some burning flame;
+a fourth crouched down and began to cry to his fellows in the boats for
+mercy's sake to put in for him; but before they could lift a hand or
+ship an oar the fire was among them; and skimming the waves for a
+moment, then carrying beyond them, it caught them as a hail of burning
+steel at last and shut their lips forever. Aye, how shall I tell you of
+it truly--the worming, tortured men, the gaping wounds they showed, the
+madness which sent them headlong into the sea, the sagging boat dipping
+beneath them, the despair, the terror, when death came like a
+whirlwind? These things I shut from my eyes; I would not see them.
+The sharp reports, the words of agony, the oaths, the ferocious
+threats--they came and went as a storm upon the wind. And afterwards
+when silence fell, and I beheld the silver sea, the island wreathed
+in mists, ships' boats in the distance like dots upon the water, the
+ebbing flames where the steamer burned, the woods wherein honest seamen
+suffered in the death-trance from which but few would waken, I turned
+to my comrades and, hand linked in hand, I said, "Well done!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+WHICH BRINGS IN THE DAY AND WHAT BEFELL THEREIN
+
+It was just after dawn that Miss Ruth came up from her room below and
+found me at my lonely post on the plateau of the watch-tower rock.
+Dolly Venn was fast asleep by that time, and Peter Bligh and the
+carpenter no less willing for a spell of rest. I had sent them to their
+beds when it was plain to me that, whatever might come after, the night
+had nothing more in store for us; and though heavy with sleep myself I
+put it by for duty's sake.
+
+Now, I was watching all alone, my rifle between my knees and my eyes
+upon the breaking skies, when I heard a quick step behind me, and,
+turning round, I saw Miss Ruth herself, and felt her gentle hand upon
+my shoulder.
+
+"I couldn't sleep, Jasper," said she, a little sadly I thought. "You
+are not angry with me for being here, Jasper?"
+
+It blew cold with the dawn, and I was glad to see that she had wrapped
+her head in a warm white woollen shawl--for these little things stick
+in a man's memory--and that her dress was such as a woman might wear in
+that bleak place. She had dark rings about her eyes--which I have
+always said could look at you as the eyes of no other woman in all the
+world; and I began to think how odd it was that we two, whom fortune
+had cast out to this lonely rock together, should have said so little
+to each other, spoken such rare words since the ship put me ashore at
+the gate of her island home.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "it's small wonder what you tell me. This night is
+never to be forgotten by you and I, surely. Sometimes, even now, I
+think that I am dreaming it all. Why, look at it. Not two months ago I
+was in London hiring a ship from Philips, Westbury, and Co. You, I
+believed, were away in the Pacific, where all things beautiful should
+be. I saw you, Miss Ruth, in an island home, happy and contented, as it
+was the wish of us all that you should be. There were never lighter
+hearts on a quarterdeck than those which set out to do your bidding.
+'It's Miss Ruth's fancy,' we told ourselves, 'that her friends should
+bring a message from the West, and be ready to serve her if she has the
+mind to employ them.' What other need could we think of? Be sure no
+whisper of this devil's house or of yonder island where honest men will
+die to-day was heard by any man among us. We came to do your bidding as
+you had asked us. It was for you to say 'go' or 'stay.' We never
+thought what the truth would be--even now it seems to me a horrid
+nightmare which a man remembers when he is waking."
+
+She drew a little closer to me, and stood gazing wistfully across the
+westward seas, beyond which lay home and liberty. Perchance her
+thoughts were away to the pretty town of Nice, where she had given her
+love to the man who had betrayed her, and had dreamed, as young girls
+will, of all that marriage and afterwards might mean to her.
+
+"If it were only that, Jasper," she said, slowly, "just a dream and
+nothing more! But we know that it is not. Ah, think, if these things
+mean so much to you, what they have meant to me. I came away from
+Europe believing that heaven would open at my feet. I said that a good
+man loved me, and I gave myself heart and soul to him. Just a silly
+little girl I was, who never asked questions, and trusted--yes, trusted
+all who said they loved her. And then the truth, and a weary woman to
+hear it! From little things which I would not see, it came speaking to
+me in greater things which I dare not pass by, until I knew--knew the
+best and the worst of it! And all my castles came tumbling down, and
+the picture was shut out, and I thought it was forever. The message I
+spoke to the sea would never be answered, or would be answered when I
+no longer lived to hear it spoken. Do you blame a woman's weakness? Was
+I wrong to believe that you would forget the promise?"
+
+"I never forgot it, Miss Ruth," was my answer, "never for a moment.
+'May-be,' said I to Peter Bligh, 'she'll laugh when I go ashore;
+may-be--but it is a thousand to one against that--she'll have need of
+me.' When I saw Ken's Island looming off my port-bow, why I said, 'It's
+just such a picture of a place as a rich man would pitch upon for an
+island home. It's a garden land,' said I, 'a sunny haven in this good
+Pacific sea.' Judge how far I was from the truth, Miss Ruth, how little
+I knew of this prison-house that, God helping me, shall stand open to
+the world before many days have come and gone."
+
+She was silent for a spell, for her eyes were searching the distant
+island, and she seemed to be scanning its fog-bound heights and misty
+valleys as though to read that secret of the night of which I hoped no
+man had told her.
+
+"The ship that came ashore last night, Jasper?" she asked, of a sudden.
+"What have they done to the ship?"
+
+I put my hand upon her arm and led her forward to the sea's edge,
+whence we could espy both the sword-fish reef and the ashes of her
+bungalow at the island's heart. The day had broken by this time, quick
+and beautiful as ever in the Pacific Ocean. Sunny waves rolled up to
+our very feet. There were glittering caps of rock gleaming above the
+island of death. Czerny's yacht lay, the picture of a ship, eastward in
+the offing. The longboats, twelve of them, and each loaded with its
+devil's crew, drifted round and round the master's ship; but never a
+man that went aboard from them.
+
+"The ship," said I, "is where many a good ship has gone before: a
+thousand fathoms down by yonder cruel reef. As for those that sailed
+her, they live or die on Ken's Island, mistress. Last night in my watch
+I heard them crying like wild beasts that hunger drives. Those who do
+not sleep to-day herd together on yonder beach. I counted nine of them
+not half an hour since."
+
+She tried to see with me, looking across the water; and presently she
+said:
+
+"There are men there and women, too--oh, Jasper, think of it, women!"
+
+"Ah!" said I, "I have been thinking of it for an hour or more, ever
+since I first made a signal to them. So much comes of being a seaman,
+who can speak to folks when others are dumb. If they read my message
+aright, they'll not stay on Ken's Island to sleep, be sure of it; but I
+doubt that they'll dare it, Miss Ruth. Poor souls; their need is sore,
+indeed!"
+
+"And our own, Jasper," says she, "is our own less? You are brave men,
+and you have all a woman's trust and gratitude; but, Jasper, when my
+husband comes, what will you say to him? They are a hundred and we are
+but five, shut up in this prison of the sea! We may live here forever
+and no help come to us. We may even die here, Jasper. There are things
+I will not either name or think of. But, oh, Jasper," says she, "if we
+could save those poor people!"
+
+It was always thus with her--nine thoughts for others and not the half
+of one for herself. What she meant by the things she would not name or
+speak of, I could hardly guess; but it was in my head that she meant to
+indicate the corridors below and that unknown danger which iron doors
+shut down. I had been a clearer-headed man that morning if I could have
+put away from me my doubt of what the depths were hiding from us. But I
+hid it from her always. A truce of self-deception shut out the question
+as one we neither cared to hear nor answer.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, speaking very slowly, "those people have a boat,
+for you can see it on yon sands. Let them find the courage to float it,
+and it is even possible that Dolly Venn and I can do the rest. We
+should be thirteen men then, and glad of the number. I won't hide it
+from you that we are a pitiful handful to face such a horde as lingers
+yonder. Why, think of it. Your husband keeps them off the yacht, that's
+clear to a child's eye. What harbour, then, is open to them? The
+island--yes, there's that! They can go and sleep the death-sleep on the
+island, as many an honest man before them. But they will have something
+to say to Czerny first if I know anything of their quality! Our plight
+is bad enough; but I wouldn't be in your husband's shoes to-day for all
+the money in London City. We may pull through--there would be rasher
+promises than that; but Edmond Czerny will never see a white man's town
+again--no, not if he lives a hundred years!"
+
+"It would be justice, God's justice," said she, very slowly; "there is
+that in the world always, Jasper. Whatever may be in store for me, I
+should like to think that I had done my duty as you are doing yours."
+
+"We won't talk of that;" said I; "the day is dark, but the sunshine
+follows after. Some day, in some home across the sea, we'll tell each
+other how we held Ken's Island against a hundred. It may be that, dear
+friend; God knows, it may be that!"
+
+* * *
+
+It was five o'clock in the morning by my watch when I signalled for the
+second time to the people on the beach, and half-past five when first
+they answered me. Until that time I had not wished to awake Dolly Venn
+or Mister Bligh; but now when it began to come to me that I might,
+indeed, save these poor driven folks and add to the garrison which held
+the house, sleep was banished from my eyes and I had the strength and
+heart of ten. No longer could I doubt that my signals were seen and
+read by some sailor on that distant shore. Driven out, as they must
+have been, by the awful fogs which loomed over Ken's Island, gasping
+for their lives at the water's edge, who shall blame their hesitation
+or exclaim upon that delay? Over the sea they beheld a white flag
+waving. Was it the flag which friend or foe had raised? There, from
+that craggy rock, help was offered them. Could they believe such good
+fortune, those who seemed to have but minutes to live?
+
+Well, Dolly Venn came up to me, and Peter Bligh, half awake from sleep;
+and all standing together (Seth Barker keeping watch below) I told them
+how we stood and pointed out that which might follow after.
+
+"There'll be no attack from Czerny's men with the light," said I; "for
+so much is plain reason. If there's murder done out yonder, look for it
+on Czerny's yacht when his friends would go aboard. Why, see, lads,
+there are a hundred and twenty men, at the lowest reckoning, drifting
+yonder in open boats. Who's to feed them, who's to house them? They can
+go ashore on Ken's Island and dance to the sleep-music; but they are
+not the sort to do that, from what we've seen of them! No, they'll have
+it out with Edmond Czerny; they'll want to know the reason why! And let
+the wind blow more than a capful," said I, "and by the Lord above me
+not a man among them will see to-morrow's sun! Does that put heart into
+you, Peter, or does it not? There are folks to save over there, Peter
+Bligh," says I, "and we'll save them yet!" His reply was an earnest
+"God grant it!" and from that moment the sleep left his eyes, and
+standing by my side, as he had stood many a day on the bridge of the
+Southern Cross, he began to read the signals and to interpret them
+aloud as the old-time duty prompted him.
+
+"Eight men and a woman, and one long-boat," says he; "sickness among
+them and no arms. 'Tis to know if they shall put off now or wait for
+the dark. You'll be answering that, captain."
+
+"Let them come, let them come," said I; "how's the dark to help them?
+Will they live a day in the fogs we know of? And what sort of a port is
+Ken's Island in the sleep-time for any Christian man? If Czerny murders
+them on the high seas, so much the more against him when his day comes.
+Let them come, Peter, and the Lord help them, poor wretches!"
+
+I was using my arms with every word, and trying to make my meaning
+clear to the poor folks on the beach. So far they had been content to
+answer me with questions; but now, all at once, they ceased to signal,
+and a black object riding above the surf told me that they had risked
+all and were afloat, be the danger what it might. At the same moment a
+sharp cry from Dolly Venn turned my eyes to Czerny's yacht; and I saw
+his devils rowing their boats for the open water of the bay, and I knew
+that murder was in their minds, and that the hour had come when every
+veil was to be cast aside and their purpose declared against all
+humanity.
+
+"Clear the gun and stand by," was my order to the others; "we'll give
+them something to take home with them, and it sha'n't be pippins! Can
+you range them, Dolly, or must you wait? There's no time to lose, my
+lad, if honest lives are to be saved this day."
+
+He went to work without a word, charging his magazine and training the
+gun eastwards towards the advancing boats. If he did not fire at once,
+it was because he doubted his range; and here was his difficulty, that
+by sweeping round to the east and coming at the refugees upon a new
+course, Czerny's lot might yet cheat us and do the infernal work they
+intended. Indeed, the poor people in the longboat were just racing for
+their lives; and whether we could help them or whether they must perish
+time alone would show. Yard by yard, painfully, laboriously, they
+pushed towards the rock; yard by yard the devil's crew were bearing
+down upon them. And still Dolly kept his shot; the gun had nothing to
+say to them. No crueller sight you could plan or imagine. It was as
+though we were permitting poor driven people to be slaughtered before
+our very eyes.
+
+"Fire, Dolly, lad!" cried I, at last--"fire, for pity's sake! Will you
+see them die before our very eyes?"
+
+His fingers trembled upon the gun. He had all the heart to do it; but
+still he would not fire.
+
+"I can't," says he, half mad at his confession; "the gun won't do
+it--it's cruel, captain--cruel to see it--they're half a mile out of
+range. And the others dropping their oars. Look at that. A man's down,
+and another is trying to take his place----"
+
+It was true as I live. From some cause or other, I could only surmise,
+the longboat lay drifting with the tide and one of Czerny's boats, far
+ahead of its fellows, was almost atop of her.
+
+"They're done!" cries Peter Bligh, with an oath, "done entirely. God
+rest their souls. They'll never make the rock----"
+
+We believed it surely. The refugees were done; the pirates had
+unsheathed their knives for the butcher's work. I saw no human help
+could save them; and saying it a voice from the open door behind me
+gave the lie to Peter Bligh, and named a miracle.
+
+"'Tis the others that need your prayers, Mister Bligh--Czerny's lot are
+sinking sure----"
+
+I looked round and found Seth Barker at my elbow. His orders had been
+to watch the gate of the corridor below. I asked him what brought him
+there, and he told me something which sent my heart into my mouth.
+
+"There's knocking down below and strange voices, sir. No danger, says
+Mister Gray, but a fact you should know of. Belike they'll pass on,
+sir, and please God they'll leave the engine for their own sakes."
+
+"Does Mister Gray say that?" asked I. "Does he fear for the engine?"
+
+"If it stops, we're all dead men for want of breath, the doctor says."
+
+"Then it sha'n't stop," said I, "for here's a man that will open the
+trap if two or twenty stand below."
+
+He had quickened my pulse with his tale, for the truth of it I could
+not deny; and it seemed to me that danger began to close in upon us,
+turn where we might, and that the outcome must be the worst, the very
+worst a man could picture. If I had any satisfaction, any consolation
+of that wearing hour, it was the sight I beheld out there upon the
+hither sea, where Czerny's boat drifted upon its prey--yet so drifted
+that a child might have said, "She's done with; she's sinking."
+
+"Flushed, by all that's wonderful," cries Peter Bligh, with a
+tremendous oath; "aye, down to oblivion, and an honest man's curse go
+with you. The rogue's done, my lads; she's done for, certain."
+
+We stood close together and watched the scene with burning eyes. Dolly
+Venn chattered away about a shot that must have struck the boat last
+night and burst her seams. I cared nothing for the reasons, but took
+the facts as the sea showed them to me. Be the cause what it might,
+those who would have dealt out death to the refugees were going down to
+eternity now, their arms in their hands, their mad desire still to be
+read in every gesture. When the truth came swift upon them, when the
+seas began to break right in across their beam, then, I say, they
+leaped up mad with fear, and then only forgot their prey. For think
+what that must have meant to them, the very boat sinking beneath them;
+their comrades far away; the waves lapping their feet; the sure
+knowledge that they must die, every man of them within hail of those
+very woods wherein so many had perished for their pleasure. Aye, it
+came upon them swiftly enough, and the good boat, making a brave effort
+to battle with the swell, went down headlong anon, and the cries of
+twelve drowning men echoed even in the distant island's hills. That
+which had been a placid sea with two ships' boats was still a placid
+sea though but one boat swam there. I beheld horrible faces looking
+upward through the blinding spindrift; I saw arms thrust out above the
+foam-flecked waters; I witnessed all that fearful struggle for life and
+air and the sun's bright light; and then, aye, then the scene changed
+awfully, and silence came upon all, and the sun was still shining, and
+the untroubled deep lapped gently at our feet.
+
+* * *
+
+The twelve had perished; but the nine were saved. Stand awe-struck as
+we might, seeing the hand of God in this deliverance, the truth of it
+remained to put new heart into us and to hide that scene from our eyes.
+There, pursued no longer, was the island boat. Glad voices hailed us,
+wan figures stood up to clasp our hands; we lifted a woman to the
+rocks; we ran hither, thither, for help and comfort for them. But nine
+in all, they were our human salvage, our prize, our treasure of honest
+lives. And we had snatched them from the brigand crew, and henceforth
+they would stand with us, shoulder to shoulder, until the day were won
+or lost and Ken's Island gave up its mysteries, or gathered us for that
+last great sleep-time from which there is no waking.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+THE BEGINNING OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+It was near about midday on a Saturday that we saved the poor folks
+from the island, and not long after midnight on the Monday that our
+troubles came to a head. I like to call these the "sixty hours"; and as
+what I have to write of them is written, as it were, from watch to
+watch, so swiftly did things happen, I will try to make a diary of it
+that you may follow me more closely.
+
+_Saturday, May 27th. At midday._
+
+There are nine people rescued from the ship, and one of these a girl,
+Isabel, the daughter of Captain Nepeen, of the American navy. Her
+father is with her, a tall, stately man, very quiet and orderly, and
+quite ready to take a man's duty in the house. Of the others, the most
+part are American seamen, for this was an ocean-going steamer, Silver
+Bell, trading from American ports to Yokohama. All are very astonished
+at the things they have seen and heard both in this house and upon
+Ken's Island; but they are too ill to take much part in them, and the
+young lady lies still in a dead trance. Doctor Gray says that he will
+save her; but another man, knowing less, might think that she was dead.
+
+_The same day. At four o'clock._
+
+They waked me from sleep at this hour to tell me that the men in the
+caverns below were beating upon the iron doors of the corridor, and
+appeared likely to force their way up to our part of the house. Captain
+Nepeen brought the news himself, and had a long talk with me. I found
+him a cultured man, and one who got a grip of things sooner than I had
+expected.
+
+"Mr. Begg," he said, "it is plain that we have fallen into the hands of
+a very great scoundrel. I cannot imagine what kind of intellect has
+made use of this extraordinary place, but I can very plainly divine the
+purpose. It is for you and me to answer to civilization and justice. We
+must begin at once, Captain Begg, without any loss of time," says he.
+
+I answered him a little sharply, perhaps, being not over-pleased that
+he should make so light of my own part in the matter.
+
+"Sir," said I, "what a seaman can do I have done already, or you would
+not be here to speak of it. Let that go by. The news that you bring
+won't wait for civilities. It must be plain to you that if we are to
+stand a siege in this house, we must hold every gate of it. There are
+men in the galleries below; Heaven knows how many of them. I would name
+that first and let the rest come after."
+
+He was put about at this, and made haste to express a gratitude I had
+not looked for. His naval training prompted him to habits of authority.
+I could see that he was itching to be up and acting, and I knew that he
+needn't wait long for that.
+
+"Indeed," says he, warmly, "we owe our lives to you, as many a good
+seaman will owe it in the days to come. I should have spoken of that
+first. The wonders of this place drive other thoughts from a man's
+head. We were half dead when we saw your signal, captain. What has
+become of my fellow-passengers and the rest of the crew, God alone
+knows. They put us ashore on the island after the ship was taken last
+night, and nine of us, as you see, are here to tell the story. I have
+heard the tradition of Ken's Island from the Japanese, but I never
+believed a word of it before yesterday. Now I know that it is true. My
+fellow-passengers are there, dead or dying, and at sundown I am
+certainly going ashore to do what I can for them."
+
+"You are a brave man, Captain Nepeen," said I, "a very brave man. Where
+you go I follow. We cannot leave poor seamen to perish, cost us what it
+may. Yet I would not hide it from you that it is a big business, and
+that the man who goes to Ken's Island to-night may never return. We are
+now fourteen in this house, and our first duty is to leave it safe for
+those who trust us. With your help, Captain Nepeen, we'll answer the
+scum down below," said I.
+
+He assented very heartily and began to speak of the arms that we had
+and of the manner of employing them. His fellows, I learned, were
+bivouacked in the great hall, and these he waked first while I was
+getting the sleep out of my eyes and asking myself, "What next?" The
+room in which I lay was Czerny's own room; and now in the daylight the
+sea played cool and green upon the arched windows and showed to me such
+sights on the rocks without as I had never dreamed of in the darker
+hours. What genius had pitched upon such a house under the waves? I
+asked. What spirit of evil breathed upon this dreadful place? What
+craving for solitude sent this master-mind here to the bed of the
+Pacific Ocean, where it could spy upon these uncanny secrets, watching
+the still green water, face to face with devilish shapes butting upon
+the glass, the friend of the horrid creatures which slimed upon the
+windows and crawled to their rocky haunts, or fought claw to claw in
+the sight of their enemy, man? Desperate as the plight was, I must
+stand a minute before the crystal panes and watch that changing
+spectacle of the sea's own wonders. The very water was so near that
+I thought I had but to stretch out a hand to touch it. The weird,
+wild things that crept over the rocks, surely they would enter this
+room presently! And Czerny could live here, cheek by jowl with
+these fearsome mysteries! Again I say that man knows little of his
+fellow-man, of his better nature or his worse.
+
+_The same day. At five o'clock._
+
+We open the lower doors and go down into the galleries. Seven men are
+with me and each carries a musket. The quest is not so much for those
+shut down in the pit as for the life which they may send up to us.
+Doctor Gray has put it in a word, and it is true. The great engine,
+which draws the air from the sea's brink and drives it out in
+life-giving currents through the corridors of Czerny's house, that
+engine alone stands between us and eternity this day. If those below
+have kept that engine going until this time, it is for their own
+safety's sake. Rob them of food and drink, and what security have we
+that they will continue at the task? And yet, the deed be my witness,
+it was a perilous journey. No man in our company could say surely how
+many of Czerny's crew he would find in the black labyrinth we must
+face. No man could speak of the hidden mysteries lurking in passage or
+cavern, far from the sea-gate and the sun's light. We were going into
+the unknown; and we went with timorous steps, each asking himself,
+"Shall I live to see the day again?" each saying to the other, "Stand
+close!"
+
+Now, the knocking had ceased when we opened the gates, and we stood for
+a little while peering down into that corridor, which I have named
+already as the backbone of the lower house. Lighted it was, the lamps
+still burning, its barred doors shut, its branching passages suggesting
+a hive of rocky nests which might harbour an army of desperadoes. No
+sound came up to us from below save the sound of the engine throbbing,
+throbbing, as it fanned a breath of life and drove it upwards to us
+fresh and sweet upon our faces. Whoever lurked in that abyss feared to
+show himself or to cry a truce. We were hedged about by black mystery,
+and, rifle in hand, we set out to learn the truth.
+
+There were lamps in the corridor, but in the passages branching from it
+no light save that which streamed down, green and silvery, from the
+windows which shut the still sea out. Oftentimes the seven with me
+would draw all close together, awed by the fantastic spectacle these
+glimpses of the sea's heart showed to them. At other times the nearer
+alarm would set them quaking, and crying "Hist!" they would listen for
+steps in the silence or other sounds than that of the engine's pulse
+and the whirring fans. The very stillness, I think, made them afraid.
+The horrors of the windows--above all, that horror of the nameless
+fish--could frighten a man as no spectre of God's earth above. If I had
+accustomed myself in part to these new sensations, if Czerny's house
+seemed to me rather a refuge than a terror, none the less there were
+moments when my step halted and my eyes were glued upon the sights I
+saw. For here it would be a monstrous shark lying still in a glassy
+pool; or there a very army of ferocious crabs, their eyes outstanding,
+their claws crushing prey, their great shells shaped like fungi of the
+deep; or going on a little way again I stopped before a giant porthole
+and discovered a devil-fish and his nest in the deep and said that
+nothing like to it had been heard or told of. Here lies a great basin
+scooped out of the coral rock, and the green water is focused in it
+until it looks like a prism, and everywhere, in nook and crevice, the
+deadly tentacles, the frightful eyes of these unnameable creatures seem
+to twist and stare, and threaten us. Such fish we counted, hundreds of
+them, at the windows of the second cavern we entered; and, drawing back
+from it affrighted, we went on like men who fear to speak of that which
+they have seen.
+
+"A madman's house; it could not be anything else," says Captain Nepeen,
+as pale as any ghost; "unless I had seen it with my own eyes, Mr. Begg,
+no story that ever was written would make me believe it. And yet it is
+true, as Heaven is above us, it is true."
+
+"No doubt of that," said I, "a madman's house, captain, and madmen to
+people it. But of that we'll speak by-and-bye; for the shadows may
+listen. Keep your gun ready; there will be others about besides
+ourselves. Here's the first of them--stone-dead, by the Lord!"
+
+They all came to a stand at my words, and saw that which my eyes
+discovered for them--the figure of a dead man, lying full and plain to
+be seen in the lamp's glare, and so fallen that no one might ask you
+how he had died.
+
+"One," said I, "and that which killed him left behind! He's been struck
+down as he ran. There's the knife that did it, lads!"
+
+A young seaman among us shuddered when he saw the knife still sticking
+in the dead man's side. The rest of us drew the body out of the light
+and went on again with wary steps. We were near the great dormitory at
+this time, the door of which I myself had locked; but it was open now
+and the lock broken. Lamps still burned in that vast room; food lay
+still upon its tables; but the story of it was to be read at every
+step. Chests overturned, chairs smashed, a litter of clothes upon the
+floor, broken bottles, an empty pistol, great marks upon the door where
+iron had indented it, bore witness to the struggle for light and
+freedom. The prisoners had fled, but life was the price of liberty. I
+took one swift glance round this broken prison, and then led my
+comrades out of it.
+
+"The birds have flown and one of them is winged," said I. "There are
+five more to take, and the shadows hide them! Come on, my lads, or
+they'll say that eight were scared by five, and that's no tale to tell
+of honest seamen!"
+
+I spoke up to encourage them, for, truth to tell, the dark and the
+mystery were playing strange tricks with my nerves. As we penetrated
+deeper into that labyrinth I could start at every shadow and see a
+figure in every cranny. The men that the dark patches harboured, where
+were they? Their eyes might be watching every step we took, their
+pistols covering our bodies as we hurried on to the depths. And yet no
+sound was heard, the great engine throbbed always; the cool, sweet air
+blew fresh upon our faces.
+
+Now, the first voice spoke at the head of the engine-room stairs, from
+an open cavern which no lamp illumined. I had just called out to
+Captain Nepeen to follow me to the engine-room, and was bidding the
+others wait at the stairs-head, when a shot came flashing out of the
+darkness, and in the flame of the gun's light I saw a great hulking
+figure, and recognised it instantly. It was that of Kess Denton, the
+yellow man, whom I had left senseless at the door of Ruth Bellenden's
+bungalow more than twenty days ago. A giant figure, the head bandaged,
+the arms and chest naked, a rifle gripped in both hands, this phantom
+of the darkness showed itself for an instant and then vanished with an
+echoing laugh which mocked and angered us. At the same moment the young
+seaman who had shuddered before the dead, fell headlong in the passage,
+and with one loud cry gave up his life.
+
+And this was the first man who died for little Ruth Bellenden's sake.
+
+We swung about on our heels as the report rang out and fired a blazing
+volley into the darkness of the cavern. What other men lingered there,
+how many of the driven ghouls who haunted the labyrinth received that
+hail of lead, I shall never know nor care to ask. Groans answered our
+shots; there were cries of pain, the curses of the wounded, the
+derisive laughter of those that escaped. But little by little the
+sounds died away, echoing in other and distant galleries, or coming to
+us as whispered voices, speaking from places remote, and leaving to us
+at last a silence utter and profound.
+
+We were masters of the bout and the engine was ours.
+
+"Captain Nepeen," said I, "do you and three others go back to the
+stairs-head and hold it until I come. If they are afraid to face us
+here, they'll never face us at all. Why, look at it. Seven men out in
+the light, as fair a target as a woman might ask for, and they show us
+their heels. Go back and hold the gate, and I and those with me will
+answer for the engine. Time afterwards to hunt the vermin out."
+
+He took my order unwillingly, I could see. A greater devil for a fight
+than that smooth-faced American sailor I shall never meet in all my
+days. Keen as a hound after quarry, he would have hunted out the
+vermin, I do believe, if the path had led down to the mouth of Hades
+itself.
+
+"You will not go alone, captain," cried he, "that's plain madness."
+
+"I take two to my call," said I, "and leave you the rest."
+
+"But what--aren't you afraid, man?"
+
+"Afraid! Of whom?" said I. "Of an old man--but that's too far ahead.
+I'll speak of it when I come up, captain. Perhaps it's only my own
+idea. But it's good enough to go on with."
+
+He had still something to say, and, looking first into the black
+cavern, which we had filled with shot, and then down the stairs towards
+the engine-room, he went on presently:
+
+"You take a big risk and I hope you'll get out of it. How many do you
+expect to find below?
+
+"One," said I, quickly, "and he a friend. It's a strange story,
+captain, and wonderful, too. But it will wait."
+
+I was at the door of the engine-room before he could answer me, and
+pulling back the leather curtain I put my own idea to the proof. Just
+as forty hours ago, so now that gloomy cavern shimmered with the
+crimson light which the giant furnaces cast upon its rocky roof. Now,
+as then, leather-clad figures moved before its molten fires. There were
+the mighty boilers, the pumping engine, the throbbing cylinders, the
+shining cranks; but the man who staggered towards me in the white
+light, the man who uttered a glad cry of recognition, the man who fell
+at last at my feet, imploring me for the love of mercy to bring him
+food and drink, that man was no enemy.
+
+He was Clair-de-Lune, the old Frenchman, and I had but to look at him
+twice to see that he was the neighbour of death.
+
+"Clair-de-Lune, old comrade!" I cried, "you! We owe our lives to
+_you_, then! By thunder, you shame us all!"
+
+He was pale as death; the sweat ran in streams down upon his naked
+breast; his words came like a torrent when he tried to tell me all.
+
+"Three days in prison, and no man come to me," he said, pathetically;
+"then I hear your voice. I say it is Captain Begg. I am glad, monsieur,
+because it is a friend. I break the door of my prison and would come up
+to you; but no, there is no one in the house; all gone. I say that my
+friends die if I do not serve them. There are lads with me; but they
+are honest. Ah, Captain Begg, food and drink, for the love of Christ!"
+
+He fainted in thy arms, and I carried him from the place. Again, in all
+providence, I and those dear to me had been saved by the fidelity of
+one of the oddest of God's creatures.
+
+_The same day. At eight o'clock._
+
+I have begun to believe that the Italian is right, and that Czerny left
+no more than eight men in the lower house. No attack has been made upon
+the Americans we put in charge of the engine, nor is there any news of
+those mutineers who fled from us this morning, save that which comes
+from two of them, very pitiful creatures, broken-down and starving, who
+have surrendered their arms and begged for food. The others, they say,
+will come in presently, when the big man, whom they call Kess Denton,
+will let them. They protest that their comrades are but four, and two
+of them wounded grievously. I no longer feel any anxiety about that
+which is below, and I have told Miss Ruth as much. She has now been two
+hours with Captain Nepeen. Her way of life draws her sympathetically
+towards that brave and gentle man. It must be so. The world has put a
+great gulf between the simple seaman and those whom fortune shelters at
+her heart. A plain sailor has his duty to do; the world would laugh at
+him if he forgot it because the years have taught him to worship a
+woman's step and to seek that goal of life to which her hand may lead
+him.
+
+_An hour later._
+
+We are to go ashore with the dark to see if we can save any of the
+refugees marooned on the island. It is a desperate chance and may cost
+good men's lives. I do not forbid it, for I have lived and suffered on
+Ken's Island myself. If there are living men there now--it may be
+women, too--held in that trance of death from which they must awake to
+madness or never wake again, the commonest instinct of pity says to me,
+"Go." I have consulted Doctor Gray, and he is doubtful of the venture.
+"Mind what you are doing, I beg of you," he says. "Are there not women
+to save in this house?" Miss Ruth overhears him and draws me aside,
+and, putting her hand upon my arm winningly, she lifts her pretty face
+to mine and says, "Jasper, you will save them!"
+
+I am going ashore, and Captain Nepeen goes with me.
+
+_At ten o'clock._
+
+We put off a boat at ten o'clock and rowed straight for the open beach.
+It was a gloriously clear night, with a heaven of blazing stars and a
+sea like flowing silver. The ship's boats made so many black shapes,
+like ocean drift in the pools of light; and Czerny's yacht, speaking of
+that dread Presence, lay as an evil omen in the anchorage to the
+northward. Ken's Island itself was uplifted like some mountain of the
+sea, snowcapped in its dazzling peaks, harbouring its wayward forests
+and lovely glens and fresh meadows which the moon's light frosted. And
+over all was that thin veil of the fog, a steaming blue vapour flecked
+with the richest hues; now drifting in clouds of changing tints, now
+spreading into fantastic creations and phantom cities, pillars of
+translucent yellow flame, banks of darker cloud as though a storm were
+gathering. Sounds of the night came to us from that dismal island; we
+heard the lowing of the kine, the sea-bird's hoot, ever and anon the
+terrible human cry which spoke of a soul in agony. And with these were
+mingled grimmer sounds, like very music of the storm: the echo of
+distant gunshots fired by Czerny's men at the anchored yacht which
+refused them harbourage.
+
+There were four with me in the boat, and Captain Nepeen was one of
+them. I had set Peter Bligh at the tiller, and Seth Barker and an
+American seaman to pull the oars. We spoke rare words, for even a
+whisper would carry across that night-bound sea. There were rifles in
+our hands; good hope at our hearts. Perchance, even yet, we should
+awake some fellow-creature from the nameless sleep in the woods whose
+beauty veiled the living death.
+
+Now, I say that Czerny's men were firing rifle-shots at the anchored
+schooner, and that sound was a true chantey for our ears. What eyes
+would they have for us when their salvation lay aboard the yacht? We
+were nothing to them; the ship was all. And, be sure, we did not go
+unwatched or helpless. Behind us, at the gate we had left, our gun
+showed its barrel like the fang of a slipped hound. Cunning hands were
+there, brave fellows who followed us in their hearts, while we crossed
+the basin swiftly and drew near the terrible shore. If we had seen the
+sun for the last time, then so be it, we said. It is not a seaman's way
+to cry at danger. His word is "must," and in a sure purpose lies his
+salvation.
+
+We made the island at the westward end that we might have a clear sheet
+of water between Czerny's boats and our own; and we so set our course
+that our gun could sweep the intervening seas if any eye detected us.
+The land was low-lying towards the west and marshy; yet, strange to be
+told, the fog lay light upon it. It had been planned between us that
+Captain Nepeen and I should go ashore while the others held the boat.
+We carried revolvers in our hands, but no other arms. The death-fog was
+our true defence; and against that each man wore the respirator that
+Duncan Gray had made for him. Sleep might be our lot, but it would come
+upon us slowly.
+
+"It will be straight for the woods, captain," said I, "and all our
+heart go with us. Your friends, who were put ashore last night, will
+never stray far from the beach, believe me. We'll search the foreshore
+and leave the rest to chance. As for going under, we sha'n't think of
+that. It would never do to begin by being afraid of it."
+
+He answered readily enough that he had never thought of such a thing.
+
+"Where you lead, there I follow, Captain Begg," said he. "I shall not
+be far behind you, rely upon it."
+
+"And me not far from the shore when it's 'bout ship and home again,"
+chimes in Peter Bligh. "God go with you, captain, for you are a brave
+man entirely!"
+
+I laughed at their notion of it, and went a little way up the beach.
+The respirator about my mouth, charged with some chemical substance I
+did not know the use of, permitted me to breathe at first with some
+ease. And what was more extraordinary was this, that while in the woods
+the fog had seemed to suffocate me, here it was exhilarating; bracing a
+man's steps so that he seemed to walk on air; exalting him so that his
+mind was on fire and his head full of the wildest notions. No coward
+that ever lived would have known a moment's fear under the stimulation
+of that clear blue vapour. I bear witness, and there are others to bear
+witness with me, that a whole world of strange figures and wonderful
+places opened up to our eyes when we began to push ashore and to leave
+the sandy beach behind us. And that was but the beginning of it, for
+more fearful things were to follow after.
+
+I will try to describe for you both the place and the scene, that you
+may realize my sensation, and follow me truly in this, my third journey
+to Ken's Island. Imagine, if you can, an undulating stretch of lush
+grass and pasture-land, a glorious meadow flooded with the clear, cold
+light; arched over with a heaven of stars; bordered about by heavy
+woods; dipping to the sea on two sides and extending shimmering sands
+to the breaking swell on the third. Say that a hot blue fog quivers in
+the air above this meadow-land, and is breathed in at every breath you
+take. Conceive a mind so played upon by this vapour that the meadows
+and the woods beyond the meadows are gradually lost to view, and a
+wonder-world quickly takes their place. Do this, and you may follow me
+more surely to a phantom city of majestic temples hewn out of a golden
+rock and lifting upward until they seem to touch the very skies; you
+may peer with me into abysses so profound that no eye can fathom their
+jewelled depths; you may pass up before walls built wholly of gems most
+precious; you may sleep in woods beneath trees silvered over with
+light; search countless valleys rich in unknown flowers. And the city
+is peopled with an unnumbered multitude of moving figures, the sensuous
+figures of young girls all glittering in gold and jewels; the shapes of
+an army of giants in blackest armour; and there are animals that no eye
+has seen before, and beasts more terrible than the brain can conceive.
+
+Say, too, that this deadly vapour of the island so stimulates the
+faculties that earth no longer binds a man nor heaven imprisons him.
+Say that he can rise above the spheres to unknown worlds, can, span the
+seas, and bridge the mountains. Depict him, as it were, throwing off
+his human shape and seeing the abodes of men so far below him, so puny,
+so infinitely small that he begins to realize eternity. Cast him down
+from these visions suddenly and in their place set up black woods and
+the utter darkness of nature impenetrable. Let the exaltation leave
+him, the sights fade utterly, the dismal abyss of the nether world
+close him in. Awake him from these again and let him reel up and
+stagger on and believe that he is sinking down to the eternal sleep.
+Such sensations Ken's Island will give him until at last he shall fall;
+and lying trance-bound for the rain to beat upon his face, or the sun
+to scorch him, or the moon to look down upon his dreams, he shall lie
+and know that the world is there, and that nevermore may he have part
+or lot in it.
+
+I have set down this account of my own experiences on the island that
+you may compare it with the books of others who have since visited this
+wonderful place; but I would not have you think that I, and the brave
+man who stood at my side, forgot that human errand which put us ashore
+in those dismal swamps; or hung back to speak of our own sensations
+while others might need us so sorely. If we passed from delirium to
+sanity, from the height of hysterical imagination to the depths of
+despair and gloom, none the less the faculty of action remained, the
+impulse which cried, "Straight on," and left us willing still to dare
+the worst if thereby a fellow-creature might be saved. Burning as our
+brains were, heavy the limbs, we could still push on across the
+meadows, search with our eyes for those poor people we had come out to
+save. How long this power of action would remain to us, what supreme
+misfortune would end our journey at last, throwing us, it might be, to
+the grass, there to sleep and end it all, we would not so much as
+consider. Good men were perishing on Ken's Island, and every instinct
+said, "You, Jasper Begg, and you, James Nepeen, hold out a hand to
+them."
+
+"Do you see anything, captain?" I asked my companion again and again;
+"we should be near them now. Do you hear any sound?"
+
+He answered me, gasping for his breath:
+
+"Not a whisper."
+
+"Yonder," I would go on, "yonder by the little wood; they landed there.
+Can you get as far, captain?"
+
+"I'll try, by Heaven!" said he, between his teeth.
+
+"They'll not be far from the wood," said I, "that's common sense. Shut
+your eyes to all the things you see and don't think about it. It's an
+awful place, captain. No living man can picture its fellow."
+
+I waited for him to come up to me, and so placed myself that his eyes,
+I hoped, might turn seaward and not up towards the woods where such
+weird sights were to be seen. For this place, the angle of the great
+pasture-land where it met the forest, was occupied by sleeping cattle,
+white, and still, and frigid, so that all the scene, glimmering in the
+moonlight, might have been cut out of some great block of marble; and
+cows and sheep, and trees and hills, all chiselled by the hand of
+Death. That a living thing should be speaking and moving there seemed
+almost an outrage upon the marvellous beauty of that field of sleep.
+The imagination reeled before this all-conquering trance, this glory of
+nature spellbound. It were as though a man must throw himself to the
+earth, do what he would, and surrender to the spell of it. And that,
+perchance, we had done, and the end had been there and then, but for a
+woman's cry, rising so dolefully in the woods that every impulse was
+awakened by it and all our resolutions retaken.
+
+"Did you hear that?" I cried to him, wildly; "a woman's voice, and near
+by, too! You'll not turn back now, Captain Nepeen!"
+
+"Not for a fortune!" said he, bravely; "it would be Gertrude Dolling,
+the purser's sister; we cannot leave her!"
+
+The desire was like a draught of wine to him. He had been near falling,
+I make sure, but now, steadying himself for an instant upon my arm, he
+set off running at all his speed, and I at his heels, we crossed the
+intervening grass and were in the wood. There we found the purser's
+sister, stumbling blindly to and fro, like a woman robbed of sight,
+while children were clinging to her dress and crying pitifully because
+she did not heed them.
+
+It was an odd scene, and many must come and go before I forget it. Dark
+as the wood might be by day, the moonlight seemed to fill every glade
+of it, showing us the gnarled trunks and the flowering bushes, the
+silent pools and the grassy dells. And in the midst of this sylvan
+rest, remote from men, a lonely thicket of the great Pacific Ocean, was
+this figure of civilization, a young girl decked out in white, with a
+pretty hat that Paris might have sent her, and little children, in
+their sailors' clothes, clinging trustingly, as children will in
+confidence to a woman's protecting hand. No surprise was it to me then,
+nor is it a surprise now, that the girl neither saw nor heard us. The
+trance had gripped her surely; the first delirium of exaltation had
+robbed her of sight and sense and even knowledge of the children. That
+doleful wailing song of hers was the first chant of madness. Her steps
+were undirected, now carrying her to the wood's heart, now away from it
+a little way towards the sea's beach. My order, twice given, that she
+should stand and wait for us was never answered; I do not even think
+that she felt my hand upon her shoulder. But she fell at last, limp and
+shuddering, into my arms, and I picked her up and turned towards the
+sea.
+
+"The children to you, and straight ahead," said I to the captain; "run
+for your life, and for the lives of these little ones. It will be
+something to save them, captain."
+
+He answered me with a word that was almost a groan; but stooped to his
+task, nevertheless. He knew that it was a race for their lives and
+ours.
+
+I had the burden in my arms, I say, and no feather's weight was less to
+me in the hope of my salvation and of those we strove for. The way lay
+straight down, through a ravine of the low cliffs to the beach we had
+left and the good boat awaiting us there. Nothing, it seemed, but a
+craven will could stand henceforth between us and God's fresh air that
+night. And yet how wrong that reckoning was! There were a dozen of
+Czerny's men halloaing wildly on the cliff-side when we came out of the
+wood; and almost before we had marked them, they were after us headlong
+like devils mad in wine.
+
+Now these men, as we learned afterwards, driven by hunger and thirst to
+the point of raving, had come ashore that very evening; it may be to
+rifle the stores on the island; it may be in that spirit of sheer
+madness which sometimes drives a seaman on. Twenty in all when they
+landed, there were eight asleep already when we encountered them; and
+lying on the cliff's side, some with arms and heads overhanging, some
+shuddering in the fearful sleep, one at least bolt upright against the
+rock with his arms outstretched as though he were crucified, they
+dotted that dell like figures upon a battle-field. The rest of them, a
+sturdy twelve, fired by the dancing madness, brandishing their knives,
+uttering the most awful imprecations, ran on the cliff's head above us,
+and seemed to be making straight for the cove where our boat lay. And
+that is why we said that the race was for life or death.
+
+There are moments in his life when a man must decide "aye" or "nay"
+without checking his step to do so. As things stood, the outlook could
+not have been blacker while we ran through the ravine to the water's
+edge. Behind, in the wood, lay the dancing death; before us these
+madmen with their gleaming knives, their unearthly yells, their reeling
+gait and fearful gesticulations. We had to choose between them, the
+sleep in the lonely glen, or the race downward to the shore; and we
+chose the latter, believing, I think, that the end must be the same,
+turn where we would.
+
+"Keep your course, keep your course!" I cried to the captain as we ran
+on. "Hold to it, for your life--it's our only chance!"
+
+He set one of the children on the sand, and, bidding the little one run
+on ahead, he drew his revolver and stood shoulder to shoulder with me.
+
+"A straight barrel and mark your men," cried he, very quietly; "it's a
+cool head that wins this game. We have ten shots and the butts will do
+for two. You will make that twelve if you add it up, captain."
+
+His coolness surprised me, but it was not to be wondered at. Never from
+the first had I heard this man utter one word which complained of our
+situation or of its difficulty. To Captain James Nepeen a tight corner
+was a pleasure-ground; and now with these yelling devils all round him,
+and the vapour steaming in the woods behind, and the sea shimmering
+like a haven that would beckon us to salvation, he could yet wear that
+cynical smile of his, and go with lighter step, and bear himself like
+the true seaman that he was. Of all that I have ever sailed with I
+would name him first as a true comrade in peril or adversity. To his
+skill I owed my life that night.
+
+"One," said he, suddenly, when a great head showed itself on the cliff
+above us and was instantly drawn back. So quick had he been, so wild
+did the aim appear, that when a body rolled presently down the grassy
+bank and lay stark before us I could not believe that a bullet had done
+its work.
+
+"One," cried he again, triumphantly--"and one from twelve leaves
+eleven. Ha, that's your bird, captain, and a big one!"
+
+
+[Illustration: Another man fell with a loud cry.]
+
+
+I had pulled my trigger, prompted by his example, and another man from
+the cliff above lifted his arms and fell with a loud cry. And this was
+the astonishing thing, that though we two were caged in a ravine like
+rats in a trap, and had shot two of the devils stone-dead, no answering
+shot was fired from above, no rifle levelled at us.
+
+"No arms," cries the captain, presently; "and most of them half drunk.
+We're going through this, Mister Begg, right through, I assure you!"
+
+Well, I began to believe it; nevertheless, there were men on the shore
+before us, halloaing madmen, with clasp-knives in their hands and
+murder in their faces. Clear in the moonlight you could see them; the
+still air sent up their horrid imprecations. Those men we must pass, I
+said, if we would reach the boat. And we passed them. It seems a
+miracle even when I write of it.
+
+Now, we had halted at the foot of the ravine and were just prepared to
+go headlong for the six, believing, it may be, that one at least of us
+must fall, when they fired a shot, not from the gun at the watch-tower
+gate, but from Czerny's own yacht away in the offing; and coming plump
+down upon the sand, not a cable's length from our own boat, a shell
+burst with a thunderous explosion, and scattering in fragments of
+steel, it scared the mutineers as no rifle could have done. Roaring out
+like stricken bulls, cursing their master in all tongues, they began to
+storm the cliff-side nimbly and to run for the shelter of the woods;
+but some fell and rolled backward to the sand, some turned on their own
+knives and lay dead at the gully's foot; while those who gained the
+summit stood all together, and wailing their doleful song they yelled
+defiance at Czerny's ship.
+
+But we--we made the boat; and falling half-dead in it, we thrust it
+from the beach and heard our comrades' voices again.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+THE END OF THE SIXTY HOURS
+
+_The same night. Off Ken's Island. Half-past twelve o'clock._
+
+We have not returned to the watch-tower rock, nor can we bring
+ourselves to that while there is any hope left to us of helping those
+whom Czerny marooned on the dangerous shore. Our gig drifts lazily in a
+pool of the whitest moonlight. We can still make out the ship's boats
+lying about Czerny's yacht, and the angry crews which man them. From
+the beach itself rises up the mutineers' wail of agony, like a wild
+beast's cry, at one time loud and ferocious, then dying away in a
+long-drawn cry, which haunts the ear. Ever and anon, as the mood takes
+them, the gunners on Czerny's yacht let fly at us with their erring
+shells; but they smite the air or hurt the water, or drop the bounding
+fire on the shimmering spread of sand beyond us. Perhaps it is that
+this employment occupies the minds of the longboats' crews and keeps
+them from reckoning with the master who has befooled them. They, at
+least, are at the crisis of their peril. Afloat there on a gentle swell
+they must know that any hour may bring a changing wind and a breaking
+sea, and a shore rockbound and unattainable. They are playing with
+chance, and chance will turn upon them presently. Let them make for the
+island where the laughing woods say "Come!" and the heralds of sleep
+will touch them upon the foreheads, and raving, dreaming, they will
+fall at last, just victims of the island visions. Say that their brute
+intelligences do not yet understand this; but hunger and thirst will
+teach them ere the dawn, and then reckoning must come!
+
+All this I foresaw as we let the boat drift by the sandy bays, and
+spake, one to another, of to-morrow and that which it must bring.
+Whatever our own misfortune might be, that of Czerny's men was worse a
+hundredfold. For the moment it amused them to see the shells plunging
+and hissing in the sea about us; for the moment the desire to be quit
+of us made them forget how it stood with them and what must come after.
+But the reckoning would be sure. Let a capful of wind come scudding
+across that glassy sea, and all the riches in the world would not buy
+Edmond Czerny's life of these sea-wolves who sought it.
+
+"They'll stand by until they know the worst, and then nothing will hold
+them," I said to my comrades. "If they think they can get aboard the
+yacht, they'll do so and make for some safe port. If not, they'll try
+to rush the house. Assume that they are driven hard enough and no gun
+will keep them off. Let ten or twenty go down, the rest will come in. I
+am thinking that we should get back to the house, lads, and not leave
+it to younger heads. We've done what we could here, and it's plainly
+useless to go on with it!"
+
+They were all with me in this, none more so than Captain Nepeen, who,
+up to this time, had been for the shore and the friends who might be
+found there.
+
+"At least we have made every prudent effort; and there are others to
+think of," said he. "If they had a gunner worth a groat, we should not
+be where we are, captain. You must allow something to chance and a
+lucky shot. They may get home even yet. I will not ask you what that
+would mean, for you are a seaman and you know."
+
+His words, I think, recalled us to the danger. No hope of rescue
+rewarded our eyes when we scanned the black woods and the lonely
+fore-shore of the forbidden land. Dark and terrible in the moonlight,
+like some mighty beacon of evil rising up above that sleeping sea, it
+seemed to say to us, "Go, turn back; remember those who count upon
+you." And we pulled from it reluctantly out into the broad sea, and
+breathed a full breath as we left its vapours and its fetid shores.
+
+Three shots were fired at us while we crossed the open channel, and one
+fell so close that we could see the cleavage of the water and feel the
+silver spray upon our heated faces. This quickened our oars, you may be
+sure, and set our course true and straight for the house, whose iron
+gate stood up like a fortress of the deep and opened its rocky shelter
+to us. Clair-de-Lune was there, too, halted and motionless by the sea's
+brink; Dolly Venn stood at his side; and once I thought that I saw Miss
+Ruth herself peering across the lapping wavelets and watching us with a
+woman's anxious eyes.
+
+Nor did we go unobserved by those who had so much to gain if mischance
+should befall us in that last endeavour. Like pirates' junks, slipping
+from a sheltered creek, the devils in the longboats espied us in the
+moonlight and began to row towards us and to hail us with those wild
+shouts which yesterday we had heard even in the House Under the Sea.
+Yet, I witness, they did not affright us. We knew that sure eyes
+watched them from the reef; no lads' playing at the length of a
+watchdog's chain, kept more surely from the dog's teeth than those
+night-birds from the gun's range. Shots they fired--wild, reckless
+shots, skimming the water, peppering the sky, whistling in the clear
+air above us. But the boats drew no nearer, and it seemed that we must
+touch our haven unharmed, when the American seaman, stretching out his
+arms in a gesture fearful to think of, and ceasing to row with horrid
+suddenness, fell backward without any word and lay, a dying man, before
+us.
+
+They had shot him through the heart; and he was the second who fell for
+Ruth Bellenden's sake.
+
+_Sunday morning. Five o'clock._
+
+I have known little sleep for the last thirty hours, nor can I sleep at
+the crisis of our misfortunes. It is a still grey morning, with heavy
+cloud in the East, and lapping rhythmical waves beating upon the
+windows of the house as though anon a gale must blow and all this
+torrid silence be swept away.
+
+I cannot conceal it from myself what a gale would mean to us; how it
+must scatter the open boats, drifting there at the mercy of a Pacific
+sea; how, perchance, it might even lift the fog from Ken's Island and
+show us sunny fields and sylvan woods, a harbourage of delight to which
+all might flock with leaping hearts. And yet, says reason, if it so
+befall that you yourselves may go ashore to yonder island, what logic
+shall keep Czerny's men from the same good anchorage? They are as
+twenty to one against you. If there are houses there, and stores for
+the sun-time, who will shut them to this horde of desperadoes? Aye, the
+head reels to think of it; the hours pass slowly; to-morrow we shall
+know.
+
+Now, I have thought of all this, and yet there are other things in my
+mind, and they jostle one with the other, the sweet and the bitter, the
+good and the bad, until it seems to me that I no longer get at the
+heart of it, but am as a man drifting without a chart, set free on some
+unknown sea whose very channels I may not fathom. Three hours ago when
+I came ashore and lifted the dead man out, and sent the sleeping girl
+to shelter, Ruth Bellenden's hand was the first to touch my own, her
+word the first my ear would catch. So clear it was, such music to a man
+to hear that girlish voice asking of his welfare as a thing most dear
+to her, that all the night vanished at the words, and Ken's Island was
+lost to my sight, and only the memory of the olden time and of my
+life's great hope remained to me.
+
+"Jasper!" she said, "it was not you--oh, Jasper, it was not you, then!"
+
+I stepped from the boat, and, taking her hand in mine, I drew her a
+little nearer to me; then, fearful of myself, I let go her hand again
+and told her the simple truth.
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "it is yon poor fellow. I will not say 'Thank
+God!' for what right have I to serve you before him? He did his duty;
+help me to do mine."
+
+She turned away and gazed out over the sea to the yacht still
+thundering its cannon and ploughing with its wasted shot the
+unoffending sea. Deep thoughts were in her mind, I make sure, a torture
+of doubt, and hope, and trepidation. And I--I watched her as though all
+my will was in her keeping, and there, on the lonely rock, was the
+heart of the world I would have lived and died in.
+
+"You cannot forbid me to be glad, Jasper," she said, presently; "you
+have given me the right. I saw you on the shore. Oh! my heart went with
+you, and I think that I counted the minutes, and I said, 'He will never
+come; he is sleeping.' And then I said, 'It is Jasper's voice.' I saw
+you stand up in the boat and afterwards there were the shadows. Jasper,
+there cannot be shadows always; the sun must shine sometimes."
+
+She held my hand again and touched it with her cheek. I think that I
+forgot all the place about, the sea and the men, the distant shore and
+the island's shape, the still night and the dawn to come; and knowing
+nothing save that Ruth, little Ruth, was by my side, I went into
+dreamland and said, "It shall be forever."
+
+_Monday. At six o'clock._
+
+I cannot sleep and I have come to keep watch on the rock. Old
+Clair-de-Lune is with me, but silence is in the house below, where some
+sleep and some are seeking sleep. Of all who can discuss our future
+bravely, none speaks better sense than this simple old man; and if he
+rebukes my own confidence he rebukes it justly. I ask him when the
+sleep-time will pass and the sun-time come. He shakes his head, he will
+not prophesy.
+
+"God forbid that it should pass," says he. "They will go ashore to the
+island, and we--we perish," says he. "Pray that it shall not be,
+captain. We have food for three week--month; but what come after? You
+pick up by ship, you say. But not so. When your ship come here the
+devils set trap, and all is wreck and burn and steal! They take your
+ship and you perish, you starve. Ah, monsieur, pray that the sun-time
+do not come."
+
+I lay back upon the rock and thought of it. This old man, surety, was
+right. Let the fog drift from Ken's Island, the woods awake, life stir
+again, and how stood we--where was our benefit?
+
+"It is a fearful position," said I, "and Heaven alone knows what the
+end of it will be. That something has happened to Mister Jacob and my
+ship I can no longer doubt, Clair-de-Lune. The Southern Cross is on the
+rocks, be sure of it, and good men with her. Take it that they are
+picked up and set on the American coast. What then? Who finds the money
+for another steamer? It is not to be thought of: we must dismiss it
+from our minds. You say that we have food for three weeks, and the
+condensers down below will give us water. But it won't be three weeks
+before we are in or out of it, my friend. If we are starving, others
+are starving--those out yonder by Czerny's yacht. He'll give them food
+to-day; but how long will they drift like cattle for the rain to beat
+on? Your sense will tell you that they won't drift long, but will be
+asking questions and wanting their answers. Aye, Clair-de-Lune, we'll
+listen with all our ears when that begins!"
+
+He had a glass with him and he began to scan the yacht very closely and
+the ship's boats about it. I had not noticed that there was an unusual
+stir in the anchorage, but he remarked it now and drew his own
+conclusions.
+
+"They give rogue man arms and cutlass, captain; he go overboard too. I
+see them pass from boat to boat. Ah, there he is, the bread and the
+biscuit. They get breakfast and then come here, captain. What else you
+look for? They not lie there all the days. They too much devil for
+that. We few and little; they big and strong. Why shall they not take
+the house? Some die, but other mans remain. Czerny he say to them,
+'Great much price if you kill the English captain.' He know that all
+his money is locked up down here. Why shall he not come, captain?"
+
+I could not tell him why. My own glasses showed me the things he made
+mention of and others beside. Arms, I saw, were being passed down from
+the yacht to the small boats clustered about it. There was no sunlight
+to glisten upon the bright barrels of the rifles, but I could
+distinguish them nevertheless; and cutlasses were handed from boat to
+boat--a good fifty of them I counted, and there were more to come. What
+the meaning of it was a child might have told you. Truce prevailed
+between master and man in their common desire of possession. The last
+great attack was to be made upon us--the rock to be rushed. Even a
+woman would have divined as much.
+
+"Clair-de-Lune," said I, "the end is coming at last; and it won't be
+very long. We're dealing with a remarkable man, and it is not to be
+supposed that he'll sail away and leave us here without one good blow
+for it. Aye, it's a great mind altogether, and there's the plain truth.
+Who else but the cleverest would have thought of this place, and come
+here like a human vulture to feed upon ships and men? There have been
+many Edmond Czernys in the world; but this man I name chief among them,
+and others will name him also. We set ourselves against a hand in a
+million; stiff backs we need to wrestle with that; but we'll do it, old
+comrade, we'll see it through yet!"
+
+It was a wild boast, yet, God knows, a well meant one. Perhaps, if he
+had pushed me to the confession, I would have told him that I was far
+from believing my own prophecies, and that, in truth, I realized, as he
+did, the perilous hazard of our position and all that defeat might mean
+to us. Just as he knew, so did I know that before the night came down
+dead men might lie on the rocks about me and be engulfed in that sea
+which beat so gently upon the lonely shore; that living men from the
+boats yonder would swarm in the galleries below, and women's cries be
+heard, and something follow which even I dare not contemplate. The
+dreadful truth, perhaps, kept our tongues away from it; we talked of
+other things, of Czerny and his house, and of what we would do if the
+best should befall.
+
+"He wonderful man," old Clair-de-Lune went on, standing, like some old
+Neptune of the sea, bolt upright on the pinnacle of rock; "wonderful
+man, and none like him! Thirteen year ago he first find this place, and
+thirteen year he wreck the ships. I know, for there was a day when he
+tell me much and I listen. He say, 'Make great fortune and no trouble
+to earn him. If sailor man drown, more fool he.' All the years back,
+hundreds of years, ships perish on Ken's Island. Czerny he hear the
+story in Japan, and he come to see the place for himself. They say he
+once sleep through the fog and mad afterwards. He no longer have right
+or wrong or care about the world. He come to Ken's Island and grow
+rich. Then his engineers find this rock. Once, long time ago, it have
+been part of the island, captain. The--what you say?--volocano, he
+shoot fire into the sea; but that was before the peoples. Czerny, he go
+down into the rock and he discover great cavern and little cavern, and
+he say, 'I live here in the sleep-time.' Plenty of money make fine
+house. He shut out the sea wherever he would come in; he build great
+windows in the rock; his _mecanicien_, he put up engine and draw air
+from the skies. Long year Czerny live here alone. Then one day come
+madame--ah, captain, I was sorry when I saw madame come! 'She will
+suffer here,' I said; she have suffered much already. Czerny is not as
+other men. If madame say to him, 'You good man; you and I live here
+always,' then she have everything, she go where she will, she become
+the master. But I say when I see her, 'No, never she will not say that.
+She good woman.' And then I fear for her, captain; I fear greatly. I
+did not know she have the English friend who will save her."
+
+He turned to me wistfully, and I read in his eyes of that deep
+affection which little Ruth Bellenden has never failed to win from all
+who know and learn to love her.
+
+_Monday. At three o'clock._
+
+We held a council of war in the great hall at this hour, and came upon
+a plan to meet the supreme attack which must be made upon us tonight.
+We are all of one mind, that Czerny will seek to rush the house under
+cover of the darkness, and in this the sunless day must help him. We
+cannot look for any moon or brightness of the stars which shall aid our
+eyes when the sun has set. It will be a dark night, cloudy and,
+perhaps, tempestuous. If the storm should break and nature be our ally,
+then the worst is done with already and the end is sure. But we have no
+right to hope for that. We must face the situation like thinking men,
+prepared for any eventuality.
+
+Now, I had slept a little at the height of the day, and the first news
+that they brought to me when I waked was of the surrender of the two
+that remained in the caverns below, and of the fidelity of the other
+four of Czerny's men who already had joined us. So far as I can make
+out there may be but one living man in the lower story of the house,
+and for him and his goodwill we care nothing.
+
+The rest of the crowd we fought, seeing, perhaps, that fortune goes
+with us so far, will themselves stand on fortune's side and serve us
+faithfully. That much, at least, I put to my fellows as we sat round
+the table in the hall and made those plans which reason dictated.
+
+"They'll serve," said I, "as long as we are on the winning side. We'll
+put them in the engine room, where they'll keep the fires going for
+their own sakes. If they so much as look false, then shoot them down.
+It is in my mind, Captain Nepeen," said I, "that we'll have need of
+such a man as you, and three good fellows with you, at the lesser gate.
+You should find cover on the rocks while we hold the near sea for you.
+If Czerny gets a foothold there and beats that door in, I need not tell
+you how it will go with us. For the rest, I leave two men at the
+stairs-head and two in this hall to be at Miss Ruth's call. Peter Bligh
+and Dolly Venn go up with me to work the gun. If they rush it--well,
+twenty there won't keep them back with rifles. But I count upon the
+coward's part, and I say that a man will think twice about dying for
+such as Czerny and his ambitions. Let that be in all your minds, and
+remember--for God's sake remember--what you are fighting for."
+
+"For women's honour and good men's lives," said Captain Nepeen,
+quietly. "Yes; that's the stake, gentlemen. I don't think we need say
+any more to nerve our arms and clear our eyes. We fight for all that is
+most dear to honest men. If we fail, let us at least fail like true
+seamen who answer 'Here' when duty has called."
+
+_At six o'clock._
+
+We all dined together at this time in the large dining-room near by
+Miss Ruth's boudoir. An odder contrast than that between this fine room
+below and the still, desolate sea above, no mind could imagine. For, on
+the one hand, were the insignia of civilization--luxury, display, the
+splendid apartment, the well-dressed women, the table decked out with
+fine linen and silver, the windows showing the sea-depths and all their
+wondrous quivering life; on the other hand, the black shapes of night
+and death, the menace of the boats, the anchored yacht, the darkening
+skies, the looming island. We sat down fourteen souls, that might have
+met in some great country house, and there have gathered in friendship
+and frivolity. Never in all my life had I seen Miss Ruth so full of
+vivacity or girlish charm. Her laughter was like the music of bells;
+the jest, the kindly word was for every man; and yet sometimes I, at
+her side, could look deep into those grey-blue eyes to read a truer
+story there. And in the babble of the talk she would whisper some
+treasured word to me, or touch my hand with her own, or say, "Jasper,
+it must be well, it must be well with us!" Of that which lay above in
+the darkening East, no man spoke or appeared to think. There was ruby
+wine in our glasses; the little French girls capered about us like
+nymphs from the sea; we spoke of the old time, of sunny days in the
+blue Mediterranean, of wilder days off the English shores, of our homes
+so distant and our hopes so high; but never once of the night or that
+which must befall.
+
+_Monday. At eleven o'clock._
+
+We have now been at our stations for two hours and nothing has
+transpired. I have Clair-de-Lune with me at the great sea-gate, and
+Dolly Venn and Seth Barker are at the gun. The night is so dark that
+the best trained eye can distinguish little either on sea or land.
+Ken's Island itself is now but a blur of black on a cloud-veiled
+horizon. We have shut off every light in the house itself; the reef
+runs no longer beneath the sea like a vein of golden light, nor do the
+windows cast aureoles upon the sleeping water. What breeze there is
+comes in hot gusts like breath from heated waters. We cannot see
+Czerny's yacht nor espy any of his boats near or afar; but we crouch
+together in the shelter of the rocks, and there is water near to our
+hand, and food if we seek it, and the ammunition piled, and the barrels
+of the rifles outstanding, and the figures with their unspoken
+thoughts, their hopes, their fears of the dreadful dawn that must be.
+Whence out of the night shall the danger come? Shall it come leaping
+and brandishing knives, a veiled army springing up from the shadows, or
+shall it come by stealth, boat by boat, now upon this quarter, now upon
+that, outposts seeking to flank us, deadly shots fired we know not
+where? I cannot tell you. The comrades at my side ask again and again,
+"Do you see anything, captain?" I answer, "Nothing!" It is the truth.
+
+_Monday. At midnight._
+
+We are still upon the rock and the shadows engulf us. The lad at my
+side, sick with waiting, has curled himself up upon a bed of stone and
+is half asleep; Seth Barker leans against a crag like some figure hewn
+out of granite; old Clair-de-Lune is all hunched up as a bundle.
+Nevertheless, masterly eyes scan the lapping waters. Will the night
+never speak to us? Will the day bring waiting? Ah, no! not that! A shot
+rings out clear on the still night air; a flash of fire leaps across
+the sea. We spring to our feet; we cry, "Ready!" The sixty hours are
+over and the end is near!
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+THE SECOND ATTACK ON CZERNY'S HOUSE
+
+The shot was fired and answered at the lower gate. We had looked for
+that; for that we had been waiting during the watching hours. They
+would attack the lesser reef, we said, and our own good men, standing
+sentinels, would flash the news of it to us, and the gun would do the
+rest. Dark as it was, the blackest hour the island had given us,
+nevertheless by daylight we had trained our barrels upon the reef, and
+now took aim in all confidence. Twice we whistled shrilly to warn our
+men; twice we heard their answering voices. Then the gun belched forth
+its hail of shot and the challenge was thrown down.
+
+"Give it to them, Dolly!" I cried, my brain afire at the call of
+action; "for every honest seaman's sake, give it to them, lad! We'll
+tell of this to-morrow--aye, Dolly, we'll tell a great story yet!"
+
+He answered me with a boy's glad cry; I do believe it was like a game
+to him.
+
+"Pass here, pass here!" he kept crying; "we have them every time! In
+with the shot, Seth--in with it! Don't keep them waiting! Oh, captain,
+what a night!"
+
+The others said nothing; even Peter Bligh's tongue was still in that
+surpassing moment. The doubt of it defied words. We knew nothing, nor
+could we do aught but leave our fortune to the darkness of the night.
+The rogues who fell, the rogues who stood, the boats that came on, the
+boats that withdrew, of these we were ignorant. All was hidden from our
+eyes; the veil of the night cloaked from us the work we had done. If
+men cried in agony, if groans mocked angry boasts, if we heard the
+splashing of the oars, the hoarse command, the vile blasphemy, the rest
+was in imagination's keeping. The outposts of Czerny's crew, we said,
+had tried to rush the gate where our own men watched; but our own were
+behind the steel doors now and the gun's hail swept the barren rock.
+The dawn would show us the harvest we had reaped.
+
+Now, the volleys rolled their thunder right away to the hills of Ken's
+Island, and the whistling of the bullets was like the singing of unseen
+birds above our heads; there were oases of red flame in the waste of
+blackness; we heard oaths and cries, commands roared hoarsely across
+the water, voices triumphant and voices that were stilled; and then
+came the first great silence. Whatever had befallen on the rock, those
+who sought to force the lesser gate were, for the moment, driven back.
+Even little Dolly, mad at the gun like one whom no reason could
+restrain, heard me at last and obeyed my command.
+
+"Cease firing, lad!" roared I, "cease firing! Would you shoot the sea?
+Yonder's the captain's whistle. It means that the danger's nearer. Aye,
+stand by, lads," I said, "and look out for it."
+
+We swung the gun round so that it faced the basin before us, and,
+rifles ready, we peered again in the lowering darkness. About me now I
+could hear the deep breathing of my comrades and see their crouching
+figures and say that every nerve was tautened, every faculty awakened.
+Shielded by the night, those hidden boats were creeping up to us foot
+by foot. Whatever had been done at the lesser gate had been done as a
+ruse, I did not doubt. Czerny's goal was the greater door we held so
+desperately, his desire the full possession, the mastery of the house
+wherein lay life and treasure and lasting security.
+
+I counted twenty, no man speaking, and then I raised my voice. Dimly,
+in the shadows, I made out the shape of a longboat drifting to the
+brink; and to Dolly I said:
+
+"Let go--in God's name, let go, lad!"
+
+He stood to the gun with a cry of defiance and blazed into the
+darkness. The drifting boat lurched and sagged and turned her beam to
+the seas. I could distinguish the faces of men, ferocious and
+threatening, as they peered upward to the rock; I saw other boats
+looming over the dark water; I heard the ringing command, "In at them!
+To hell with them!" and then, I think, for many minutes together I
+fired wildly at the figures before me, swung round now to this side,
+now to that; was unconscious of the bullets splintering the rock or of
+the lead shower pouring on us. The battle raged; we were at the heart
+of it. What should a man remember then but those who counted upon him?
+
+Now, you have imagined this picture, and you seem to stand with me upon
+that split of rock, that defiant crag in the great Pacific Ocean, with
+the darkness of heaven above and the darkness of the sea below, with
+the belching guns and the spitting rifles, the yells of agony and the
+crouching figures, the hearts beating high and the sweating faces; and
+just as the outcome was hidden from me and I knew not from minute to
+minute whether it were life or death to us, so will you share the
+meaning of that suspense and all the terror of it. From every side now
+the rain of shot was poured in upon us, the unceasing torrent came;
+above, below, ringing upon the iron shield, scattering deadly
+fragments, ploughing the waters, it fell like a wave impotent, a broken
+sea whose spindrift even could not harm us. For a good ring of steel
+fenced us about; we held the turret, and we laughed at the madness
+below.
+
+"Round with the gun!" I would cry, again and again; "round with her,
+Dolly. Let them have it everywhere. No favours this night, my lad; full
+measure and overflowing--let them have it, for Miss Ruth's sake!"
+
+His joyous "Aye, aye, sir!" was a thing to hear. No sailor of the old
+time, black with powder, mad on a slippery deck, fought, I swear, as we
+four in that shelter of the turret. Clear as in the sun's day were the
+waves about us while the crimson flame leaped out. Crouched all
+together, the sweat upon our foreheads, smoke in our eyes, the wild
+delight of it quickening us, we blazed at the enemy unseen; we said
+that right was with us.
+
+There were, as far as I could make out, six boats set to the attack
+upon the great gate, and seventy or eighty men manning them. Acting
+together on such a plan as a master-mind had laid down for them, they
+tried to rush the rock from four points of the compass, trusting, it
+may be, that one boat, at least, would land its crew upon the plateau.
+And in this they were successful. Pour shot upon them as we might,
+search every quarter with the flying shells, nevertheless one boat
+touched the rock in spite of us, one crew leaped up in frenzy towards
+the turret. So sudden it was, so unlooked for, that great demoniacal
+figures seemed upon us even while we said that the seas were clear.
+Whirling their knives, yelling one to the other, some slipping on the
+slimy weed, others, more sure in foothold, making for the turret's
+height, the mutineers fell upon us like a hurricane and so beat us down
+that my heart sank away from me, and I said that the house was lost and
+little Ruth Bellenden their prey at last.
+
+"Stand by the gun--by the gun to the last, if you love your life!" I
+cried to Dolly Venn. "Do you, Peter, old comrade, follow me; I am going
+to clear the rock. You will help me to do that, Peter?"
+
+"Help you, captain! Aye," roared he, "if it was the ould divil himself
+in a travelling caravan, I'd help you!"
+
+He swung his rifle by the barrel as he spoke the words and, bringing it
+down crash, he cleaved the skull of a great ruffian whose face was
+already glowering down from the turret's rim. Nothing, I swear, in all
+that night was more wonderful than the _sang-froid_ of this great
+Irishman (as he would call himself in fighting moods) or the merry
+words which he could find for us even then in the very crisis of it,
+when hope seemed gone and the worst upon us. For Peter knew well what I
+was about when I leapt from the turret and charged down upon the
+mutineers. A dozen men, perchance, had gained foothold on the rock. We
+must drive them back, he said, stand face to face with them, let the
+odds be what they might.
+
+"God strengthen my arm this hour and show me the bald places!" cries
+he, leaping to the ground and whirling his musket like a demon. Seth
+Barker, do not doubt, was on his heels--trust the carpenter to be where
+danger was! I could hear him grunting even above that awful din. He
+fought like ten, and wherever he swung his musket there he left death
+behind him.
+
+So follow us as we leap from the turret, and hurl ourselves upon that
+astonished crew. Black as the place was, tremulous the light,
+nevertheless the cabined space, the open plateau, was our salvation. I
+saw figures before me; faces seemed to look into my own; and as a
+battle-axe of old time, so my rifle's butt would fall upon them. Heaven
+knows I had the strength of three and I used it with three's agility,
+now shooting them down, now hitting wildly, thrust here, thrust there,
+bullets singing about my ears, haunting cries everywhere. Aye, how they
+went under! What music it was, those crashing blows upon head and
+breast, the loud report, the gurgling death-rattle, the body thrown
+into the sea, the pitiful screams for mercy! And yet the greater
+wonder, perhaps, that we lived to tell of it. Twelve against three; yet
+a craven twelve, remember, who feared to die and yet must fight to
+live! And to nerve our arms a woman's honour, and to guide us aright,
+the watchword: "Home!"
+
+I fought my way to the water's edge, and then turned round to see what
+the others were doing. There were two upon Peter Bligh at that moment,
+but one fell headlong as I took a step towards them; and the other's
+driving-knife fell on empty air, and the man himself, struck full
+between the eyes, rolled dead into the lapping sea.
+
+"Well done, Peter, well done!" I cried, wildly; and then, as though it
+were an answer to my boasts, something fell upon my shoulder like a
+great weight dropped from above, and I went down headlong upon the
+rock. Turning as I fell, I clutched a human throat, and, closing my
+fingers upon it, he and I, the man out of the darkness and the fool who
+had forgotten his eyes, went reeling over and over like wild beasts
+that seek a hold and would tear and bite when the moment comes. Aye,
+how I held him, how near his eyes seemed to mine, what gasping sounds
+he uttered, how his feet fought for foothold on the rock, how his hand
+felt for the knife at his girdle! And I had him always, had him surely;
+and seeking to force himself upward, the slippery rock gave him no
+foothold, and he slipped at last from my very fingers, and some great
+fish, hidden from me, drew him down to the water and I saw the waves
+close above his mouth. Henceforth there were but three men left at the
+gate of Czerny's house. They were three who, even at that time, could
+thank God because the peril was turned.
+
+* * *
+
+We beat the twelve off, as I have told you, and for an hour at least no
+fresh attack was made on the rock. The sharpest eye now could not
+detect boats in the darkness; the sharpest ear could not distinguish
+the muffled splash of oars. We lay all together in the turret, and very
+methodically, as seamen will, we stanched our wounds and asked, "What
+next?" That we had some hurt of such an affray goes without saying. My
+own shoulder was bruised and aching; the blood still trickled down
+Peter Bligh's honest face from the knife-wound that had gashed his
+forehead; Seth Barker pressed his hand to a jagged side and said that
+it was nothing. But for these scratches we cared little, and when our
+comrades hailed us from the lesser gate, their "All's well!" made us
+glad men indeed. In spite of it all, one of us, at least, I witness,
+could tell himself, "It is possible--by Heaven, it is possible--that we
+shall see the day!" That we had beaten off the first attack was not to
+be doubted. Wherever the mutineers had gone to, they no longer rowed in
+the loom of the gate. And yet I knew that the time must be short; day
+would not serve them nor the morning light. The dark must decide it.
+
+"They will come again, Peter, and it will be before the dawn," said I,
+when one thing and another had been mentioned and no word of their
+misfortune. "It's beyond expectation to suppose anything else. If this
+house is to be taken, they must take it in the dark. And more than
+that, lads," said I, "it was a foolish thing for us to go among
+them as we did and to fight it out down yonder. We are safer in the
+turret--safer, by a long way!"
+
+"I thought so all the time, sir," answered Dolly Venn, wisely. "They
+can never get below if you cover the door; and I can keep the sea. It's
+lucky Czerny loopholed this place, anyway. If ever I meet him I shall
+quote poetry: 'He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel.' It would
+about make him mad, captain!"
+
+"Aye," says Peter Bligh, "poetry is well enough, as my poor old father
+used to say; but poetry never reefed a to'gallon sail in a hurricane
+and isn't going to begin this night. It's thick heads you need, lad,
+and good, sound sense inside of 'em! As for what the captain says, I do
+hold it, truly. But, Lord! I'm like a boy at a fair when the crowns are
+cracking, and angels themselves wouldn't keep me back!"
+
+"You'd affright them, Mister Bligh," puts in, Seth Barker, "you'd
+affright them--asking your pardon--with your landgwich!"
+
+"What!" cries Peter, as though in amazement; "did I say things that
+oughtn't to be said? Well, you surprise me, Barker, you do surprise
+me!"
+
+Well, I was glad to hear them talk like this, for jest is better than
+the coward's "if"; and men who can face death with a laugh will win
+life before your craven any day. But for the prone figures on the
+rock, looking up with their sightless eyes, or huddled in cleft and
+cranny--but for them, I say, and distant voices on the sea, and the
+black shape of Ken's Island, we four might have been merry comrades in
+a ship's cabin, smoking a pipe in the morning watch and looking gladly
+for dawn and a welcome shore. That this content could long endure was,
+beyond all question, impossible. Nevertheless, when next we started up
+and gripped our rifles and cried "Stand by!" it was not any alarm from
+the sea that brought us to our feet, but a sudden shout from the house
+below, a rifle-shot echoing in the depths, a woman's voice, and then
+a man's rejoinder, a figure appearing without any warning at the
+stairs-head, the figure of a huge man, vast and hulking, with long
+yellow hair, and fists clenched and arms outstretched--a man who took
+one scared look round him and then leaped wildly into the sea. Now
+this, you may imagine, was the most surprising event of all that
+eventful night. So quickly did it come upon us, so little did we look
+for it, that when Kess Denton, the yellow man, stood at the open gate
+and uttered a loud and piercing yell of defiance, not one among us
+could lift a rifle, not one thought of plan or action. There the fellow
+was, laughing like a maniac. Why he came, whence he came, no man could
+tell. But he leaped into the seas and the night engulfed him, and only
+his mocking laugh told us that he lived.
+
+"Kess Denton!" cried I, my head dazed and my words coming in a torrent;
+"Kess Denton. Then there's mischief below, lads--mischief, I swear!"
+
+Clair-de-Lune answered me--old Clair-de-Lune, standing in a blaze of
+light; for they had switched on the lamps below, and the vein of the
+reef stood out suddenly like some silver monster breathing on the
+surface of the sea. Clair-de-Lune answered me, I say, and his words
+were the most terrible I had heard since first I came to Ken's Island.
+
+"The water is in!" he cried, "the water is in the house!"
+
+I saw it as in a flash. This man we had neglected to hunt from the
+caverns below, striking at us in the supreme moment, had opened trap or
+window and let the sea pour in the labyrinth below. The water was
+flooding Czerny's house.
+
+"Now!" I cried, "you don't mean that Clair-de-Lune? Then what of the
+engine-room? How will it fare with Captain Nepeen?"
+
+Doctor Gray stood behind the old Frenchman, and, limping up to my side,
+he leaned against the rock and began to speak of it very coolly.
+
+"The water is in," he said, "but it will not flood the higher rooms,
+for they are above sea-level. We are saving what provisions we can, and
+the men below are all right. As for Nepeen, we must get him off in a
+boat somehow. It is the water I am thinking of, captain; what are we
+going to do for water?"
+
+I sat upon the rock at his side and buried my face in my hands. All
+that terrible day seemed to culminate in this overwhelming misfortune.
+Driven on the one hand by the sea, on the other by these devils of the
+darkness, doomed, it might be, to hunger and thirst on that desolate
+rock, four good comrades cut off from us by the sea's intervening, the
+very shadows full of dangers, what hope had we, what hope of that brave
+promise spoken to little Ruth but three short hours ago?
+
+"Doctor," I said at last, "if we are not at the bottom of it now, we
+never shall be. But we are men, and we will act as men should. Let the
+women stand together in the great hall until the sea drives them out.
+If water is our need, I am ashore to Ken's Island to-morrow to get it.
+As for Nepeen, we have a boat and we have hands to man it; we'll fetch
+Captain Nepeen, doctor," said I.
+
+He nodded his head and appeared to be thinking deeply. Old
+Clair-de-Lune was the next to utter a sensible thing.
+
+"The man flood the house," said he, "but no sure he get to ship. If he
+drown, Czerny know nothing. I say turn out the lamp--wait!"
+
+"As true a word as the night has spoken," said I; "if Kess Denton does
+not reach the boats, they won't hear the story. We'll keep it close
+enough, lads, and Captain Nepeen will learn it soon enough. Do you
+whistle, Dolly, and get an answer. I hope to God it is all well with
+them still."
+
+He whistled across the sea, and after a long minute of waiting a
+distant voice cried, "All's well!" For the hour at least our comrades
+were safe. Should we say the same of them when daylight came?
+
+* * *
+
+The dark fell with greater intensity as the dawn drew near. I thought
+that it typified our own black hour, when it seemed that fate had
+nothing left for us but a grave beneath the seas, or the eternal sleep
+on the island shore.
+
+* * *
+
+Another hour passed, and the dawn was nearer. I did not know then
+(though I know now) what kept Czerny's crew in the shadows, or why we
+heard nothing of them. Once, indeed, in the far distance where the
+yacht lay anchored, gunshots were fired, and were answered from some
+boat lying southward by the island; but no other message of the night
+was vouchsafed to us, no other omen to be heard. In the gloom of the
+darkened house women watched, men kept the vigil and prayed for the
+day. Would the light never come; would that breaking East never speed
+its joyous day? Ah! who could tell? Who, in the agony of waiting, ever
+thinks aright or draws the truthful picture?
+
+There was no new attack, I say, nor any sure news from the caverns
+below. From time to time men went to the stairs-head and watched the
+seas washing green and slimy in the corridors, or spoke of them beating
+upon the very steps of the great hall and threatening to rise up and up
+until they engulfed us all and conquered even the citadel we held.
+Nevertheless, iron gates held them back. Not vainly had Czerny's
+master-mind foreseen such a misfortune as this. Those tremendous doors
+which divided the upper house from its fellow were stronger than any
+sluice-gates, more sure against the water's advance. We held the upper
+house; it was ours while we could breathe in it or find life's
+sustenance there.
+
+Now, I saw little Ruth in the hour of dawn and she stood with us for a
+little while at the open gate and there spoke so brightly of to-morrow,
+so lightly of this hour, that she helped us to forget, and made men of
+us once more.
+
+"They will not come again to-night, Jasper," she said; "I feel, I know
+it! Why should they wait? Something has happened, and something spells
+'Good luck.' Oh, yes, I have felt that for the last hour. Things must
+be worse before they mend, and they are mending now. The gale will come
+at dawn and we shall all go ashore, you and I together, Jasper!"
+
+"Miss Ruth," said I, "that would be the happiest day in all my life.
+You bring the dawn always, wherever you go, the good sunlight and God's
+blue sky! It has been day for me while I heard your voice and said that
+I might serve you!"
+
+She would not answer me; but, as though to give my words their meaning,
+we had watched but a little while longer on the rock when suddenly out
+of the East the grey light winged over to us, and, spreading its
+wonder-rays upon the seas, it rolled the black veil back and showed us
+height and valley, sea and land, the white-capped breakers and the dim
+heaven beyond them. Many a dawn have I watched and waited for on the
+heart of the desolate sea, but never one which carried to me such a
+message as then it spake, the joy of action and release, the tight of
+life and hope, the clarion call, uplifting, awakening! For I knew that
+in day our salvation lay, and that the terrible night was forever
+passed; and every faculty being quickened, the mind alert, the eyes no
+longer veiled, I stretched out my arms to the sun and said, "Thank
+God!"
+
+* * *
+
+It was day, and the fresh sea answered its appeal. Coming quickly as
+day will in the great Pacific, we had scarce seen that great rim of the
+East lift itself above the sparkling water when all the scene was
+opened to us, the picture of ships and water and wave-washed reef made
+clear as in some scene of stageland. As with one tongue, realizing a
+mighty truth, we cried, "The ship is gone; the ship has sailed!"
+
+It was true, all true. Where at sundown there had been a yacht anchored
+in the offing, now at daybreak no yacht was to be seen. Darkness, which
+had been the ally of Czerny's men, had helped the man himself to flee
+from them to an unknown haven where their vengeance should not reach
+him. By night had he fled, and by day would he mock his creatures.
+Drifting there in the open boats, the rising seas beginning to wash in
+upon them, hunger and thirst their portion, the rebels were at no pains
+to hide their secret from us. We knew that they had been called back by
+these overwhelming tidings of the master-trick, and we asked what heart
+the rogues would have now to sell their lives for the man who betrayed
+them? Would they not look to us for the satisfaction the chief rogue
+denied to them? We, as they, were left helpless in that woful place.
+Before us, as before them, lay the peril of hunger and of thirst, the
+death-sleep or the greater mercy. And who should ask them to accept it
+without a last supreme attempt, a final assault, which should mend all
+or end all? Driven to the last point, to the last point would they go
+to grasp that foothold of the seas and to drive us from the rock
+whereon life might yet be had.
+
+"Lads," I said, "the story is there as the man has written it. We have
+no quarrel with yon poor devils nor they with us; but they will find
+one. We cannot help them; they cannot help us. We'll wait for the
+end--just wait for it."
+
+I spoke with a confidence which time did not justify. Just as the dawn
+had put new life into us, so it had steeled the hearts of this derelict
+crew and nerved it for any desperate act. For long we watched the
+rogues rowing hither, thither; now in the island's shadows, now coming
+towards us, but never once raising a rifle or uttering a threat. In the
+end they came all together, waving a sail upon a pole; and while they
+appeared to row for the lesser gate they accompanied the act with soft
+words and a protest of their honesty.
+
+"'Tis after a truce they are," says Peter Bligh, presently, "and that's
+a poor thing, any-way. My poor father used to say, 'Knock 'em on the
+head first and sign the papers afterwards.' He was a kind-hearted
+gentleman, and did a lot of good in the world!"
+
+"He must have done, Peter," said I; "he must have done a power of good,
+hearing the little you say about him. 'Tis a pity the old gentleman
+isn't here this day to preach his kindness to yonder rogues. They look
+in need of a friendly hand; indeed, they do."
+
+Well, the laugh was turned on Peter; but, as a matter of fact, he spoke
+sense, and I understood as well as he did the risk of parley with the
+wreckers, even though they did not seem to have any fight left in
+them--a fact which old Clair-de-Lune was the first to observe.
+
+"They not fire gun this morning," says the old man. "All starve hungry.
+Czerny gone. What for they fight? They no stomach left."
+
+"Meaning they've no heart in them," puts in Doctor Gray, at his side.
+"Aye, that's true, and a bit of human nature, too. You cannot fight
+every day any more than you can make love every day. It comes and goes
+like a fever. They had their square meal last night, and they are not
+taking any this morning. I should not be afraid of them if I were you,
+captain."
+
+"I never was," said I, bluntly; "I never was, doctor. There's not
+enough on my conscience for that. But I do believe you speak truly.
+Making love is more in their line this watch. Ask Dolly Venn there.
+From what I saw between him and little Rosamunda down below, lie's an
+authority on that point. Eh, Dolly, lad," said I to him, "you could
+make love every day, couldn't you?"
+
+The lad flushed all over his face at the charge, and Peter Bligh, he
+said something about "Love one another" being in the Bible, "which must
+mean many of 'em, and not one in particular," says he. And what with
+the laugh and the jest, and the new confidence which the sight of those
+poor driven devils put into us, we came all together to the sea's edge,
+and, scarcely cocking a rifle at them, we hailed the longboats and got
+their story.
+
+"Ahoy, there! And what port d'you think you're making for?" cries Peter
+Bligh, in a voice that might have split the waters.
+
+They replied to him, standing up in the boat and stretching out their
+sunburnt, hairy arms to us:
+
+"Water!--water, mate, for the love of God!"
+
+"And how do you know," cries Peter back to them, "how do you know that
+we've water for ourselves?"
+
+"Why, Barebones saw to that," says one of them, no doubt meaning Czerny
+thereby; "Barebones saw to that, though precious little of it the
+lubber drank!"
+
+"He's off, is Barebones," says another; "oh, trust Barebones!
+Bones-and-Biscuits puts to sea last night, 'cause he's a duty to
+perform in 'Frisco, he 'as. Trust Bones-and-Biscuits to turn up
+righteous when the trumpet blows!"
+
+And another, said he:
+
+"I wish I had his black head under my boot this minute! My mouth's all
+sand and my throat is stuck! Aye, mates," says he, "you'll moisten my
+poor tongue--same as is wrote in the Scriptures!"
+
+There were other entreaties; some of them spoke to us in French, the
+most part in German. Of the boats that were left, two had rowed away
+for the lesser gate, but five drifted about our rock and drew so close
+that we could have tossed a biscuit to them. Never have I seen a crowd
+of faces more repulsive or jowls so repellent. Iron-limbed men, fat
+Germans, sleek Frenchmen, Greeks, niggers, some armed with rifles, some
+with fearsome knives, they squatted all together in the open boats and
+roared together for pity and release. Then, for the first time, I was
+able to see how cruelly Czerny's gun had dealt with them in the
+darkness of the night. It was horrible to see the bloody limbs, the
+open wounds, the matted hair, the gaping faces of these creatures of a
+desperado's mad ambition. The boats themselves were splintered and
+hacked as though heavy hatches had beaten them. I could wonder no
+longer that they called the truce; and yet, knowing why they called it,
+what was I to do? Let them set foot on the plateau, and we, but a
+handful at the best, might be swept into the sea like flies from a
+wall. I say that I was at my wits' end. Every merciful instinct urged
+me to give them water; every prudent voice cried, "Beat them off."
+
+"If there's fight in that lot, I'm as black as yonder nigger!" said
+Peter Bligh, when he looked at them a little while, very
+contemptuously. "Not a kick to-day among the lot of them, by Jericho!
+But you cannot give them water, captain," he goes on, "for you've
+little to give."
+
+Clair-de-Lune, thinking deeper, was, nevertheless, for a stem refusal.
+
+"Keep them off, captain, that's my advice," says he. "They very
+desperate, dangerous men. They drink water, then cut throat. Make ear
+deaf and say cistern all empty. They think you die, and they wait, but
+come aboard--no, by thunder!"
+
+Now, I knew that this was reason, and when Doctor Gray and Captain
+Nepeen added their words to the Frenchman's I stepped down to the
+water's edge and made my answer.
+
+"I'll give you water willingly, men, if you'll show me where it is to
+be found," said I; "but we cannot give what we haven't got, and that's
+common sense! We're dry here, and if it's bad luck for one it's bad
+luck for all. The glass says rain," I went on; "we'll wait for it
+together and have done with all this nonsense."
+
+They heard me to the end; but ignorant, perhaps, of my meaning they
+continued to whine, "Water, water," and when I must repeat that we
+had no water, one of them, leaping up in the boat, fired his rifle
+point-blank at Captain Nepeen, who fell without a word stone-dead at
+my side.
+
+"Great God!" said I, "they've shot the captain dead."
+
+The suddenness of it was awful; just a gun flashing, a gasping cry, an
+honest man leaping up and falling lifeless. And then something that
+would never move or speak again. The crews themselves, I do believe,
+were as dazed by it as we were. They could have shot us, I witness,
+where we stood, every man of us, but, in God's mercy, they never
+thought of that; and turning on their own man, they tore the rifle from
+his hand and, striking him down with a musket, they sent him headlong
+into the sea.
+
+"Witness we've no part in it!" they roared. "Jake Bilbow did it, and he
+was always a bad 'un! You won't charge fifty with one man's deed! To
+hell with the arms, mate--we've no need of 'em!"
+
+Well, we heard them in amazement. Not a man had moved among us; the
+body was untouched at our feet. From the boats themselves ruffians were
+casting their rifles pell-mell into the sea. Never at the wildest
+hazard would I have named this for the end of it. They cast their
+rifles into the sea and rowed unarmed about us. To the end of it, I
+think, they feared the gun with a fear that was nameless and lasting,
+nor did they know that the turret was empty--how should they?
+
+It was a swift change; to me it seemed as though the day had conjured
+up this wonder. None the less, the perplexity of it remained, nor could
+I choose a course even under these new circumstances. Of water I had
+none to give; our own circumstances, indeed, were little better than
+that of these unhappy creatures in the boats about me. The sea flooded
+the house below us; the great engine no longer throbbed; our women were
+huddled together at the stairs-head, seeking air and light; the fogs
+loom heavy on Ken's Island; no ship's sail brought hope to our horizon.
+What should I say, then, to the mutineers, how answer them? I could but
+protest: "We are as you; we must face it together."
+
+* * *
+
+Now, I have told you that both the greater and the lesser gates of
+Czerny's house were hewn in the pinnacles of rock rising up above the
+highest tides, and offering there a foothold and an anchorage; but you
+must not think that these were the only caps of the reef which thrust
+themselves out to the sea. For there were others, rounded domes of
+tide-washed rock, treacherous ledges, little craggy steeples, sloping
+shelves, which low water gave up to the sun and where a man might walk
+dry-shod. To such strange places the longboats turned when we would
+have none of them. Convinced, may-be, that our own case was no better
+than theirs, the men, in desperation, and cramped with long confinement
+in the boats, now pushed their bows into the swirling waters; and
+following each other, as sheep will follow a leader, they climbed out
+upon the barren rocks and lay there in a state of dejection defying
+words. Nor had we any heart to turn upon them and drive them off.
+Little did the new day we desired so ardently bring to us. The sky,
+gloomy above the blackening, angry seas, was like a mock upon our
+bravest hopes. Let a few hours pass and the night would come again.
+This was but an interlude in which man could ask of man, "What next?"
+We feared to speak to the women lest they should know the truth.
+
+The men crawled upon the sea-washed rocks, I say, and there the
+judgment of God came upon them. So awful was the scene my eyes were
+soon to behold that I take up my pen with hesitation even now to write
+of it; and as I write some figure of the shadows comes before me and
+seems to say, "You cannot speak of it! It is of the past, forgotten!"
+And, certainly, if I could make it clear to you how Czerny's men were
+forever driven off from the gate of the house that Czerny built, if I
+could make it clear to you and leave the thing untold, that would I do
+right gladly. But the end was not of my seeking; in all honesty I can
+say that if it had been in my power I would have helped those wretched
+creatures, have dealt out pity to them and carried them to the shore;
+but it was written otherwise; a higher Power decreed it; we could but
+stand, trembling and helpless, before that enthralling justice.
+
+They climbed on the rocks, forty or fifty of them, may-be, and lying in
+all attitudes, some stretched out full length, some with their arms in
+the flowing tide, some huddled close as though for warmth, they
+appeared to surrender themselves to the inevitable and to accept the
+worst; when, rising up out of the near sea, the first octopus showed
+himself, and a great tentacle, sliding over the rock, drew one of the
+mutineers screaming to the depths. Thereafter, in an instant, the whole
+terror was upon them. Leaping up together, they uttered piercing cries,
+turned upon each other in their agony, hurled themselves into the sea,
+to reach the boats again. God! how few of them touched the befriending
+prows! The whole water about the reef was now alive with the devilish
+creatures; a hundred arms, crushing, sucking, swept the unsheltered
+rocks and drew the victims down. So near were they, some of them, that
+I could see their staring eyes and distorted limbs as, in the fishes'
+embracing grip, they were drawn under to the gaping mouths or pressed
+close to that jellied mass which must devour them. The sea itself
+heaved and splashed as though to be the moving witness of that horrible
+attack; foam rushed up to our feet; a blinding spray was in the air;
+eyes protruded even in the green water; great shapes wormed and
+twisted, rending one another, covering the whole reef with their filthy
+slime, sending blinding fountains to the highest pinnacles, or sinking
+down when their prey was taken to the depths where no eye could follow
+them. What sounds of pain, what resounding screams, rent the air in
+those fearful minutes! I draw the veil upon it. For all the gold that
+the sea washes to-day in Czerny's house, I could not look upon such a
+picture again. For death can be a gentle thing; but there is a death no
+man may speak of.
+
+* * *
+
+At twelve o'clock the clouds broke and the rain began to fall upon a
+rising sea. The vapours still lay thick upon Ken's Island, but the wind
+was driving them, and they rolled away in misty clouds westward to the
+dark horizon.
+
+I went below to little Ruth, and in broken words I told her all my
+story.
+
+"Little Ruth, the night is passed, the day is breaking! Ah, little
+Ruth!"
+
+She fell into my arms, sobbing. The sleep-time was past, indeed; the
+hour of our deliverance at hand.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+IN WHICH THE SUN-TIME COMES AGAIN
+
+I have told you the story of Ken's Island, but there are some things
+you will need to know, and of these I will now make mention. Let me
+speak of them in order as they befell.
+
+And first I should record that we found the body of Edmond Czerny, cold
+and dead, by that pool in the woods where so many have slept the
+dreadful sleep. Clair-de-Lune stumbled upon it as we went joyously
+through the sunny thickets and, halting abruptly, his startled cry drew
+me to the place. And then I saw the thing, and knew that between him
+and me the secret lay, and that here was God's justice written in words
+no man might mistake.
+
+For a long time we rested there, looking down upon that grim figure in
+its bed of leaves, and watching the open eyes seeking that bright
+heaven whose warmth they never would feel again. As in life, so in
+death, the handsome face carried the brand of the evil done, and spoke
+of the ungoverned passions which had wrecked so wonderful a genius.
+There have been few such men as Edmond Czerny since the world began;
+there will be few while the world endures. Greatly daring, a man of
+boundless ambitions, the moral nature obliterated, the greed of money
+becoming, in the end, like some burning disease, this man, I said,
+might have achieved much if the will had bent to humanity's laws. And
+now he had reaped as he sowed. The cloak that covered him was the cloak
+of the Hungarian regiment whose code of honour drove him out of Europe.
+The diamond ring upon the finger was the very ring that little Ruth had
+given him on their wedding-day. The agony he had suffered was such as
+many a good seaman had endured since the wreckers came to Ken's Island.
+And now the story was told: the man was dead.
+
+"It must have been last night," I said, at length, to Clair-de-Lune.
+"His own men put him ashore and seized the ship. Fortune has strange
+chances, but who would have named such a chance as this? The rogues
+turned upon him at last, you can't doubt it. And he died in his
+sleep--a merciful death."
+
+The old man shook his head very solemnly.
+
+"I know not," said he, slowly; "remember how rare that the island give
+mercy! We will not ask how he died, captain. I see some-thing, but I
+forget it. Let us leave him to the night."
+
+He began to cover the body with branches and boughs; and anon, marking
+the place, that we might return to it to-morrow, we went on again
+through the woods, as men in a reverie. Our schemes and plans, our
+hopes and fears, the terrible hours, the unforgotten days, aye, if we
+could have seen that the end of them would have been this!--the gift of
+a verdurous island, and the ripe green pastures, and the woods
+awakening and all the glory of the sun-time reborn! For so the shadow
+was lifted from us that for a little while our eyes could not see the
+light; and, unbelieving, we asked, "Is this the truth?"
+
+* * *
+
+I did not tell little Ruth the story of the woods; but there were
+whispered words and looks aside, and she was clever enough to
+understand them. Before the day was out I think she knew; but she would
+not speak of it, nor would I. For why should we call false sorrow upon
+that bright hour? Was not the world before us, the awakening glory of
+Ken's Island at our feet? Just as in the dark days all Nature had
+withered and bent before the death-giving vapours, so now did Nature
+answer the sun's appeal; and every freshet bubbling over, every wood
+alive with the music of the birds, the meadows green and golden, the
+hills all capped with their summer glory, she proclaimed the reign of
+Nature's God. No sight more splendid ever greeted the eyes of
+shipwrecked men or welcomed them to a generous shore. Hand-in-hand with
+little Ruth I passed from thicket to thicket of the woods, and seemed
+to stand in Paradise itself! And she--ah, who shall read a woman's
+thoughts at such an hour as that! Let me be content to see her as she
+was; her face grown girlish in that great release, her eyes sparkling
+in a new joy of being, her step so light that no blade of grass could
+have been bruised thereby. Let me hear her voice again while she lifts
+her face to mine and asks me that question which even now I hear
+sometimes:
+
+"Jasper, Jasper! is it real? How can I believe it, Jasper? Shall we see
+our home again--you and I? Oh, tell me that it is true, Jasper--say it
+often, often, or I shall forget!"
+
+We were in a high place of the woods just then, and we stood to look
+down upon the lower valley where the rocks showed their rare green
+mosses, and every crag lifted strange flowers to the sun, and little
+rivulets ran down with bubbling sounds. Away on the open veldt the
+doll-like houses were to be seen, and the ashes of her bungalow. And
+there, I say, all the scene enchanting me, and the memory of the bygone
+days blotted from my mind, and no future to be thought of but that
+which should give me forever the right to befriend this little figure
+of my dreams, I said:
+
+"It is true, little Ruth--God knows how true--that a man loves you with
+all his heart, and he has loved you all through these weary months.
+Just a simple fellow he is, with no fine ways and small knowledge of
+the world; but he waits for you to tell him that you will lift him up
+and make him worthy----"
+
+She silenced me with a quick, glad cry, and, winding both her arms
+about my neck, she hid her face from me.
+
+"My friend! Jasper, dear Jasper, you shall not say that! Ah, were you
+so blind that you have not known it from the first?"
+
+Her words were like the echo of some sweet music in my ears. Little
+Ruth, my beloved, had called me "friend." To my life's end would I
+claim that name most precious.
+
+* * *
+
+We were picked up by the American war-ship Hatteras ten days after the
+sleep-time passed. I left the island as I found it--its secrets hidden,
+its mysteries unfathomed. What vapour rises up there--whether it be, as
+Doctor Gray would have it, from the bog of decaying vegetation, which
+breathes fever to the south; whether it be this marsh fog steaming up
+when the plants die down; or whether it be a subtler cloud given out by
+the very earth itself--this question, I say, let the learned dispute. I
+have done with it forever; and never, to my life's end, shall I see its
+heights and its valleys again. The world calls me; I go to my home.
+Ruth, little Ruth, whom I have loved, is at my side. For us it shall be
+sun-time always; the night and the dreadful sleep are no more.
+
+
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