The Middy and the Moors Part 19

Rendered desperate now, Peter the Great started forward with glaring eyes. "Ma.s.sa," he said, "an idea hab just struck me. Will you come out a momint? I wants to tell you somet'ing _bery hard_."

The appearance, not less than the earnestness, of the negro, inclined Osman to comply with his request; but, hesitating, he said--

"Why not tell me here, Peter? We are all friends, you know."

"Oh yes, I know dat, Ma.s.sa Osman; but womans can never be trusted wid t'ings ob importance, 'specially black womans! But ob course if you not 'fraid ob Missis Lilly, _I_ a'n't 'fraid ob her lettin' de secret out.

I darsay she's as good a creetur as de best ob 'um."

This readiness to give in was a politic stroke. Osman agreed to go outside with the negro, and while the latter was ascending the short stair to the street, he was making superhuman efforts to invent something, for, as yet, he had not the faintest idea what his intended communication should be. But Peter the Great was a genius, and it is one of the characteristics of genius to be bold even to recklessness.

Trusting to some sort of inspiration, he began, with looks and tones of the deepest solemnity, "I s'pose you guess, Ma.s.sa Osman, dat I've been inwestigatin' that coorious business ob de English gal what runned away?"

"No, I did not guess that," answered the Moor shortly.

"Oh! but it's true!" said Peter. "Eber since she flooed away I's bin goin' about dem suspekid places, lookin' arter her, and, do you know, Ma.s.sa Osman, dat at last," (here he dropped his voice and looked unutterable things),--"at _last_ I's found--"

"Well--found what?" asked the Moor eagerly.

"Found her _fadder_!"

"Bah! What do I care for her father, you fool?"

"Das troo, ma.s.sa; but don't you t'ink dat p'r'aps she'd be likely to try for find her fadder; an' if she find 'im she'd be likely to remain _wid_ her fadder? An' so all dat we'd hab to do would be to find her fadder too. Ob course I don't say she's doo'd all dat; but suppose, for de sake ob argiment, dat she _hab_ doo'd it all, won't we--won't we--we-- No, I's lost de t'read ob my discoorse. I'll begin again fro' de beginning. Das de on'y way I kin--"

"Is that all you had to tell me?" interrupted the Moor, in rising wrath.

"No--not kite all," returned Peter humbly. "Dey do say dat de fadder is at work on de for'fications on de sout' side ob de Kasba."

"Well, you are a greater fool than I took you for," said Osman, in whom contempt was quickly taking the place of anger.

"I s'pose I is, ma.s.sa. An' I s'pose it am part ob my foolishness to be lookin' arter dis yar gal--but den, you see, I lubs Ben-Ahmed, so--"

"Well, well, Peter, I believe you mean well--"

"I's _sure_ I does, Ma.s.sa Osman!"

"Don't interrupt me, you black villain! Can't you see that if Hester's father is a Bagnio slave there is no chance of her having found refuge with him?"

"Das true, ma.s.sa. I do s'pose you's right. I's a born ijit altogidder.

But, you know, when a man gits off de scent ob a t'ing, anyt'ing dat looks de least bit like a clue should be follered up. An' dere's no sayin' what might come ob seein' de fadder--for we's off de scent entirely jist now."

"There's little doubt of that, Peter," said Osman, pausing, and looking meditatively at the ground.

"Moreober," suggested the negro, "when a man wid a cleber head an' a purswavis tongue like you tackles a t'ing, it's bery strange indeed if not'ing comes ob it."

"Well, you may be right after all," returned the Moor slowly. "I will go and see this father. At all events it can do no harm."

"None whateber, ma.s.sa. An' I better run back and send Ali arter you."

"Why? What has he to do with it?"

"Oh! I only t'ought dat you was huntin' togidder. It's ob no consikence. But I t'ink he knows de janissary officer what has charge ob de gang, an' if _you_ don't know him Ali might be useful."

"There is wisdom in what you say."

"Eben zough I _is_ a `fool?'" asked the negro simply.

Osman laughed.

"At all events you are an honest fool, Peter, and I'm sorry I burned your back the other day. You didn't deserve it."

"Oh, nebber mind dat," returned Peter, feeling really uneasy. "De back's all right now. Moreober I _did_ deserb it, for I's an awrful sinner! Wuss dan you t'ink! Now, if you keep right up as you go, an'

when you comes to de Kasba turn to de right an' keep so till you comes to de right angle ob de sout' wall. De fadder he work dar. I'll send Ali arter you, quick's I can."

They parted, and while the Moor stalked sedately up the street, the negro hurried back to the cellar with a message to Ali to follow Osman without a moment's delay.

Meanwhile Ali had been cleverly engaged by the ready-witted Mrs Lilly, who, after fiercely ordering the coffee-pounder to "stop her noise,"

come out of the hole, and retire to the kitchen, drew forth a large leathern purse, which she wisely c.h.i.n.ked, and, going towards the stairs, invited her master to "come to de light an' receibe de money which she hab made by de last sale ob slippers."

Of course the bait took--none other could have been half so successful.

But Hester apparently had not courage to take advantage of the opportunity, for she did not quit the hole. Fortunately Peter arrived before the cash transaction was completed. On receiving Osman's message Ali balanced accounts promptly by thrusting the purse and its contents into his pocket and hastening away.

Then Peter the Great and Lilly sat down, took a long grave look at each other, threw back their heads, opened their cavernous mouths, and indulged in a quiet but hearty laugh.

"Now you kin come out, dearie," said Lilly, turning to the coffee-hole on recovering composure.

But no response came from the "vasty deep."

"De coast's cl'ar, my dear," said Peter, rising.

Still no response, so Peter descended the few steps, and found Hester lying insensible on a heap of coffee-beans, and still firmly grasping the big pestle. The trial had been too much for the poor child, who had fainted, and Peter emerged with her in his arms, and an expression of solemn anxiety on his countenance.

In a few minutes, however, she revived, and then Peter, hurrying her away from a locality which he felt was no longer safe, placed her under the charge of his sister Dinah--to the inexpressible regret of Mrs Lilly and her black maid-of-all-work.

In her new home the fugitive's circ.u.mstances were much improved. Dinah and her husband had great influence over their owner, Youssef, the proprietor of the small coffee-house already described. They not only managed most of its details for him, but were permitted a good deal of personal liberty. Among other things they had been allowed to select the top of the house as their abode.

To European ears this may sound rather strange, but those who have seen the flat roofs of Eastern lands will understand it. Youssef's house, like nearly all the other houses of the city, had a flat roof, with a surrounding parapet nearly breast-high. Here had been placed a few wooden boxes filled with earth and planted with flowering shrubs. These formed quite a little garden, to which Youssef had been wont to retreat of an evening for meditative and, we may add, smokative purposes. But as Youssef had grown old, his eyes had nearly, and his legs had quite, failed him. Hence, being unable to climb to his roof, he had latterly given it up entirely to the use of his black slaves, Samson and Dinah White.

There was a small excrescence or hut on the roof--about ten feet by six in dimensions--which formed--their residence. Behind this, hiding itself as it were and almost invisible, nestled a smaller excrescence or offshoot. It was a mere bandbox of a thing, measuring five feet by four; it had a window about twelve inches square, and was entered by a door inside the larger hut. This was the apartment now a.s.signed to Hester, who was quietly introduced into the household without the knowledge or consent of its blind proprietor.

There was a little bed in the small room. True, it was only a trestle frame, and a straw-stuffed mattress with a couple of blankets, but it was clean, and the whole room was neat, and the sun shone brightly in at the small window at the moment that the new occupant was introduced.

Poor Hester fell on her knees, laid her head on the bed, and thanked G.o.d fervently for the blessed change. Almost in the same moment she forgot herself, and prayed still more fervently for the deliverance of her father.

The view over the housetops from the little window was absolutely magnificent, including as it did domes, minarets, mosques, palm-trees, s.h.i.+pping, and sea! Here, for a considerable time, Hester worked at her former occupation, for Dinah had a private plan to make a little money for her own pocket by means of embroidery.

In this pleasant retreat our fugitive was visited one day by Peter the Great, the expression of whose visage betokened business. After some conversation, he said that he had come for the express purpose of taking Hester to see her father.

"But not to talk to him," he added quickly--"not eben to make you'self known to him, for if you did, not'ing would keep 'im quiet, an' you an'