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He ran with them back to the end hut, but Bertha had now recovered from her first shock.
"Come, darling," he said, "there is not a moment to lose. We must get out of this as soon as we can.
"Come along, Anna.
"Thompson, do you look after her. I will see to Miss Greendale."
Just as they reached the others, a volley was fired from the village by the blacks of Carthew's party, who were armed with muskets. Then they, with thirty other negroes, rushed out with loud shouts.
"Don't fire until they are close," Frank shouted. "Now let them have it."
The volley poured into them, at but ten paces distance, had a deadly effect. The blacks paused for a moment, and the rescuing party, led by George Lechmere and Dominique, rushed at them. The sailors' pistols cracked out, and then they charged, cutla.s.s in hand.
For a moment the blacks stood, but the fierce attack was too much for them, and they again fled to the village.
"Stop, Dominique!" Frank shouted, for the big pilot, who had already cut down three of his opponents, was hotly pursuing them.
"We must make for the path at once."
Chapter 18.
In a couple of minutes they had gained it.
"Anyone hurt?" Frank asked.
One of the boatmen had an arm broken by a bullet, and two of the sailors had received spear wounds at the hands of the villagers.
They were not serious, however, and leaving George Lechmere to cover the rear, they started up the path; Dominique, as usual, leading the way, Frank following behind him with Bertha, who had hitherto not spoken a word.
"Am I dreaming?" she asked now, in a tone of bewilderment. "Is it really you, Frank?"
"You are not dreaming, dear, and it is certainly I--Frank Mallett.
Now tell me how you got on."
"As well as might be, Frank, but it was a terrible time. Please do not talk about it yet. But how is it that you are here? It seems a miracle.
"Oh, how ill you are looking! And your arm is in a sling, too."
"That is nothing," he said; "merely a broken collarbone. As to my looking ill, you must remember, I have had almost as anxious a time as you."
"Then it was the Osprey, after all," she exclaimed, suddenly, "that we saw the last day that we were out sailing. We were on deck, and I was not noticing--I did not notice much then--when Anna said to me, 'That looks like an English yacht, miss. I am sure Mr. Carthew thinks she is chasing us.'
"Then I got up and looked round. I could not see for certain, but it did look like a yacht, and I thought that it was about the size of the Osprey. Those two men were standing with their backs to us looking at it through their gla.s.ses, and Carthew happened to turn round and saw me standing up, and at once said: 'You must go below.
I believe that is a pirate chasing us.'
"I said that it was nothing to me if it was. One pirate was just as good as another. Then he said that if I would not go down he should be obliged to use force, and called four men aft. So as it was of no use resisting, we went down. Presently we felt that the course had been changed. Late in the evening we heard them fire the two guns, and then some musket shots. Later on the man came down and told us that the pirates had tried to attack us in their boats, and that they had beaten them off, and that there was no further danger. But for all that I could see that he was troubled."
"That was when I was. .h.i.t, dear. We had not reckoned on the two guns, and with only the gig and dinghy, with one man killed and five of us wounded, it was too stiff a business, though we should have persevered, but that squall came down on us from the hills, and the Phantom, moreover, left us standing still. We believed that we should come up with the schooner in the morning."
"But how did you come here, Frank? How did you know where we had been taken?"
"It is a long story, dear. We started in pursuit four days after you had been carried off. I will tell you all about it when we get safe again on board the yacht. I am afraid we shall have some trouble yet. Now if you are quite recovered from your surprise, do you feel equal to hurrying on? Every moment is of importance."
"Oh, yes," she said. "He will be after us."
"He won't," Frank said. "George Lechmere cut him down. Whether he killed him or not I cannot say, but I don't fancy anyhow that he will be able to take up the chase. It is that rascally Obi man I am afraid of. He has great power over the people, and may raise the whole country to attack us."
"I am ready to run as fast as you like, Frank."
"We may as well go at a trot for a bit."
Then raising his voice, he said:
"We will go at double, lads, now.
"Put your arm on my shoulder, Bertha, and we can fancy that we are going to waltz."
"I feel so happy that I want to cry, Frank," she said as they started.
"Don't do that until you get on board the Osprey."
As they pa.s.sed the spot where they had halted, George Lechmere told two of the blacks to pick up the stretchers and carry them along.
They were merely two light poles, with a wattle work formed of giant creepers worked for some six feet in length between them.
"What are those for?" Bertha asked, as she pa.s.sed them.
"Those are to carry you and Anna along when you get exhausted. It is twenty miles to the coast, you know."
"I feel as if I could walk any distance to get on board the Osprey again."
"I have no doubt that you have the spirit, Bertha, but I question whether you have the strength; especially after being over three months without any exercise at all. I felt it myself yesterday, although we did little more than ten miles."
"Oh, but then you have been wounded. And you do look so ill, Frank."
"I dare say the wound had a little to do with it," he said; "but of course the climate is trying too; though it is cooler up on the hills than it is in that bay."
"Now, Frank, the first question of all is--How is my mother? What did she do when I was missing? It must have been awful for her."
"Of course, it was a terrible anxiety, Bertha, but she bore it better than would be expected, especially as she had not been well before."
"It troubled me more, Frank, than even my own affairs. As soon as I had time to think at all, I could not imagine what she would do, and the only comfort was that she had you to look after her."
"No doubt it was a comfort, dear, that she had someone to lean upon a little.
"Halt!" he broke off suddenly, as there was the sound of a stick breaking among the trees close by. "Stand to your arms, men, and gather closely.
"Bertha, do you and Anna take your place in the centre, and please lie down."