Donalblane of Darien Part 3

"I'm afraid you'll not soon win your guinea, Donald," said Mr.

Sutherland, after they had been apparently motionless for several days.

"We're bound to stay where we are until a strong wind is good enough to spring up and help us out."

But the wind seemed in no hurry to come, and the gulf-weed kept them prisoners until at last something in the nature of a hurricane struck the _Bonnie Scotland_, and she scudded helplessly before it under bare poles for a whole day, her pa.s.sengers' impatience to sight land being for the time replaced by a lively fear of foundering.

In spite of being so poor a craft, however, the _Bonnie Scotland_ braved out the peril, and the following morning Donalblane, who had taken to the mast as soon as he had swallowed his breakfast, made the hearts of all on deck thrill with joy by the cry of--

"The land! the land! I can see it! Look! Look!"

An instant later the look-out at the bow confirmed him by shouting--

"Land ho! on the weather bow!" and the s.h.i.+p-wearied folk forgot for the moment their mutual animosities which had abounded during the long voyage, and rejoiced together that the end of their trials was at hand.

"Here's your guinea, my lad," said Mr. Paterson, as he handed Donalblane a bright new coin. "You've earned it well, and I hope that good fortune may always befall you."

As Donalblane thanked his kind friend he vowed to himself that that beautiful gold piece should not be hastily spent, but that he would keep it as long as possible in memory of the giver, and the reason for the gift.

It was one of the West India Islands they were approaching, and as they pa.s.sed within half-a-league its wealth of tropical vegetation presented so pleasing a picture that the pa.s.sengers besought the captain to make a landing in one of the tempting coves, so that they might have a run on sh.o.r.e, and probably get some fruit. But he was a surly fellow, and refused the request with an oath, saying that he was sick of the whole lot of them, and wanted to be rid of them with as little delay as possible.

So the _Bonnie Scotland_ kept on her course, leaving the lovely islands astern, and out of sight as she pa.s.sed into the wide expanse of the Caribbean Sea.

Coa.r.s.e and brutal as he was, her captain understood navigation, and knew how to get the best out of the old hulk of which he had command.

Now, as the end of the voyage drew near, and the seas seemed kind, he cracked on all the sail the s.h.i.+p would carry, greatly to the delight of Donalblane, who loved to have the vessel plunging along at full speed.

More than half the breadth of the sea had been traversed when the look-out one morning shouted--

"Sail ho! Sail ho!"

"Where away?" roared the captain from the p.o.o.p.

"Right abeam, and coming towards us," was the response after a moment's hesitation.

At once there was much excitement on board. The members of the expedition took it for granted that this was one of the other s.h.i.+ps from which they had long parted company, and began to speculate which one it was, and whether it would overtake them.

"I was hoping ours would be the first vessel to reach Darien," said Mr.

Sutherland to Donalblane. "It would be something to boast of considering what a poor thing she is. I wonder which one of the others this is?"

"Ye canna tell so far away," responded Donalblane. "Maybe it winna catch us. We're sailing fine now."

The _Bonnie Scotland_ certainly was doing wonders, but in spite of every inch of canvas her sticks could carry being spread, the other s.h.i.+p gained steadily, and the captain's grim countenance grew darker and darker.

Mr. Paterson's fine features also became perturbed, although he kept his own counsel, and those who noticed supposed he was simply anxious that the _Bonnie Scotland_ should win the race to Darien.

As the afternoon advanced the pursuing vessel, which seemed to be sailing two knots to the other's one, came fully into view, and everybody on board saw that it not only was not one of the five which had set out from Leith, but that it bore a strange look which somehow seemed to bode no good.

They were not long left in uncertainty. "Yon's one of they buccaneers," growled the captain; "and if ye're going to fight him off ye'd better be gettin' ready."

At once the s.h.i.+p was filled with alarm and confusion, women weeping, children wailing, men threatening. The very name of buccaneer sent a chill of terror to every heart, and if the blood-stained butchers of the sea had ranged alongside at that moment, the _Bonnie Scotland_ would have proved an easy prey. But there was one man on board equal to the emergency. William Paterson had been shamefully treated by his a.s.sociates, his advice flouted, his authority denied, his confidence betrayed. Now he rose superior to them all. He alone was calm amid the pitiful panic, and the first to respond to his call for concerted action were Mr. Sutherland and Donalblane.

"We must resist to the death," were his earnest words, steadily spoken.

"There can be no question of surrender. The buccaneers do not know the meaning of mercy."

CHAPTER VI.

A BRUSH WITH BUCCANEERS.

There was no lack of arms on board the _Bonnie Scotland_, but they were curiously a.s.sorted, and by no means all of the best quality. Muskets and pistols, claymores and short swords, battle-axes and boarding-pikes, they were all hurriedly got out on deck, and each man chose the weapon he thought he could handle to the best advantage.

Donalblane, whose Highland spirit rather rejoiced at the prospect of a fight, s.n.a.t.c.hed up a sword, which he hung at his belt in addition to his own pair of pistols.

"Can we beat the buccaneers, do you think?" he asked, looking up eagerly into the grave face of Mr. Sutherland, whose one thought was for his wife and child.

Mr. Sutherland glanced over the confused crowd of agitated men, many of whom were evidently in a state of unmanly terror, and there was an undertone of contempt in his voice as he replied--

"We ought to, if we keep our heads. There are certainly enough of us."

Counting her crew the s.h.i.+p carried three hundred men, and if these stood to their weapons they should prove a match for the enemy, whose numbers would probably not exceed one hundred. But the utter lack of discipline or order amongst the expedition filled both Mr. Paterson and Mr. Sutherland with fears as to the result.

In addition to small-arms, the _Bonnie Scotland_ carried eight carronades which had been neglected during the voyage, but were now hastily got in order and double-shotted under the direction of Mr.

Paterson, who seemed to know how everything should be done.

Meanwhile the buccaneer was steadily coming on, and evidently manoeuvring to approach astern so as to prevent the _Bonnie Scotland_ using her broadside.

But the veteran captain saw through the trick, and at once changed his vessel's course, saying with a sardonic smile--

"Red Angus is no sae simple as ye think. He kens your wicked wile, and just how to fool ye."

Mr. Paterson, disgusted as he had been by the brutality of the captain during the voyage, could not help now admiring the consummate skill with which he handled his clumsy craft, for the _Bonnie Scotland_ was far from being what she ought to have been.

He seemed to be able to divine every movement of the buccaneer, and to meet it by a counter-movement which prevented the latter obtaining the advantage sought. Thus the two vessels dodged about among the white-caps, for a strong breeze was blowing, until at last the buccaneer apparently gave up all strategy, and bore directly down upon the _Bonnie Scotland_ at the risk of a broadside.

"Now then, gunners, be ready to fire when I give you the word," was Mr.

Paterson's command, and, matches in hand, the men he had selected for the duty stood beside the carronades, waiting his word. He did not speak until the buccaneer was not more than a hundred yards distant, and then the captain, by a sudden turn of his wheel, throwing the _Bonnie Scotland_ around so that she presented her beam to the advancing vessel, Mr. Paterson shouted--

"All together! Fire!"

The three carronades roared as one, and their iron missiles went hurtling into the rigging of the buccaneer and along her crowded decks, bringing a lot of the rigging down by the run, injuring the foremast so that it showed signs of tottering, and killing and wounding a number of the scoundrels, who were evidently not expecting so heavy a broadside.

Certainly the immediate effect of the discharge was most encouraging, and Donalblane clapped his hands gleefully as the damaged vessel fell off, while the _Bonnie Scotland_ kept on her course.

"They got it then, didn't they?" he exclaimed. "That'll teach them to leave honest folk alone, eh?" and he waved his sword exultantly towards the enemy.

"It is wise not to hurrah until you are out of the wood, my boy," said Mr. Paterson, who just then chanced to be pa.s.sing. "That is only first blood for us. The buccaneers will soon return to the attack, and then may Heaven defend us!"

If the _Bonnie Scotland_ had been anything but the slow-going tub she was she might have made her escape while the buccaneer was repairing damages. But it was not in her to do this, and she wallowed c.u.mbrously in the waves until the enemy once more ranged close.