Commodore Junk Part 18

"Quick, take his hand!" said Bart.

"No!" whispered Abel, levelling the bayonet.

"No, no; for my mother's sake, sor!" cried the sentry, piteously. "She has only six of us, and I'm one."

"Put away that bagnet!" said Bart, hoa.r.s.ely. "Take his hand, and run!"

"That's it, sor, at the double," said the sentry, rising from his knees, where he had flung himself. "I'm wid ye to the end of the world. It's a place I know, and--"

"Silence!" hissed Abel, as there was the loud clanging of a bell with the fierce yelping of dogs, and they dashed off, hand joined in hand, for the coffee-plantation, away down by the cane-brake and the swamp.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE PURSUIT.

The hue and cry rose louder and louder as the fugitives ran laboriously toward the jungle brake. Lights could be seen; a signal-gun was fired, and the little colony was up in arms, ready to hunt down the escaped criminals, lest they should take to the forest, from whence, after a time, they would issue forth as wild beasts. But in the darkness of that tropic night there would have been little danger of recapture but for those sounds which told the evading men that their greatest enemies were now afoot--those who could hunt them down without light or sight, but would track them by scent with the greatest ease.

"Hark at that, now!" said the Irishman, as he ran on, step by step with the escaping prisoners. "D'ye hear the dogs giving tongue? They haven't got the scent right yet, me boys; but they'll have it soon.

G'long; ye don't half run."

He ceased speaking for a few moments, and then continued apologetically--

"Faix, and it's meself forgot. Ye've got the bilboes an, and they make it bad running. There, d'ye hear the dogs? It's like having the hounds back at home, before I 'listed for a soger, and got sent out here. Run, ye divils, run! But, I say: if we're tuk, and it comes to a thrial-- court martial, ye know--be fair to a boy, now, won't ye?"

"What do you mean?" said Bart, gruffly.

"Remimber that it was you made me desart. I couldn't help meself, could I?"

Bart did not answer, but kept on with his steady, lumbering trot, which was the more laborious to him from the shortness of his fetters making it difficult to him to keep up with his companions.

"Bedad, they're well on the scent!" said the Irishman, gazing back as he ran; "and it'll not be long before they're up with us. What'll we do at all?"

"Do?" said Bart, gruffly; "leave you to tell that cursed brute that we sha'n't want his whip any more; for--"

"Hus.h.!.+" cried Abel,

"Ay, I forgot," said Bart, nodding his head.

"We'll have to get up the trees before the dogs reach us, or it'll be awkward for the whole three. They'll forget to respect the king's uniform in the dark. It's no good, my lads; they'll take us, and ye've had all your throuble for nothing. Faix, and I'm sorry for ye, whativer ye did, for it's a dog's life ye lead."

"Silence, man," whispered Abel. "Do you want the dogs to be on us?"

"Divil a bit, sor; but they'll be down on us soon widout hearing us talk. Murther, but it's a powerful shensh of shmell they have. How they are coming on!"

It was quite true. The dogs were after them with unerring scent, and but for the fact that they were in leashes so that those who held them back might be able to keep up, they would have soon overtaken the fugitives. They were at no great distance as it was, and their baying, the encouraging shouts of their holders, and the sight of the lanterns rising and falling in the darkness, helped the Irishman's words to send despair into the fugitives' hearts.

"Sure, and we're in the coffee-tree gyarden!" said the sentry. "Oi know it by the little bits of bushes all in rows. Thin the wood isn't far, and we'll get up a tree before the bastes of dogs come up to us. Hark at the onnat'ral bastes; sure, it's supper they think they're going to have. Maybe they'd like to taste a Kelly."

"Now, Bart, lad, quick! Shall we let him go?" cried Abel.

"And is it let me go?" said the sentry, excitedly. "You'd niver be such cowards. Let the dogs have fair-play."

"Silence!" cried Abel, imperatively.

"Sure it's meself that's the most silent."

"Abel!--Bart! This way!"

"To the left, lad," cried Bart, for they had now reached the edge of the jungle; and just as despair was filling their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, for Mary made no sign, her voice proved her fidelity by its being heard some distance to their left.

"Thin it's all right," said Dinny, excitedly. "Ye've got friends waiting?"

"Silence, I say!" cried Abel.

"Sure, and I'll hold my pace, and good luck to ye, for I heard the boy's s.p.a.che, and maybe he has a boat waiting down by the wather."

"Will you be silent, man?" cried Abel, fiercely, as the baying of the dogs increased. "Bart, we must not go on, for it would be bringing the dogs upon someone else."

"Not it," said Dinny; "ye've plenty of time yet, maybe. Go along, me boys, and bad luck to the dogs, for they'll be disappointed afther all!"

Abel gave a low, peculiar whistle like a sea-bird's cry, and it was answered not twenty yards away.

"Here, quick!" came in the well-known voice; "I'm here. Jump; never mind the mud!"

They all jumped together, to find themselves in a miry place where Mary was waiting.

"This way," she said. "I can guide you direct to the boat. Quick, or the dogs will be upon us!"

"Well done, boy!" cried Dinny. "That's good. I knew there was a boat."

"And now," cried Abel, turning upon him, "off with that pouch and belt."

"Certainly, sor," replied Dinny, slipping off and handing his cartridge-bag.

"Now, back to your friends, and tell them we're gone."

"My friends!" cried Dinny. "Sure, there isn't a friend among them."

"Stop back, then, whoever they are."

"But the dogs, sor!"

"Curse the dogs. Back, I say!"

"But, sor, they're the most savage of bastes. They won't listen to anny explanation, but pull a man down before he has time to say, Heaven presarve us!"

"Silence, and go!"