Hunting the Skipper Part 106

"Then 'ware sparks."

The dread of a fresh explosion in the presence of the faint sparks that could be seen lying here and there for some distance about the front of the planter's house set every one to work with bucket and water, and it was not until broad daylight that confidence began to reign, with the calmness which accompanied the knowledge that the door which had been blown in had been replaced by a strong barricade to act as a defence against a renewed attack.

Of this, however, there was no sign, the danger resting only in the imagination of the wearied-out and wounded men, several of whom had sunk into a stupor of exhaustion, while Murray, Tom May and the black were out exploring, and finding here and there at a distance from the front of the house traces of the havoc which could be produced by the explosion of a keg of gunpowder.

Not to dwell upon horrors, let it suffice to say that one of the discoveries made was by Tom May and the black, when the following words were uttered--

"Well, look ye here, darkie, you needn't s.h.i.+ver like that. Y'arn't afraid on him now?"

"No; not 'fraid; but he make n.i.g.g.ah 'fraid all many years, and Caesar keep 'fraid still. But nebber any more. He dead now."

"But are you sure this was him?"

"Yes, Caesar quite suah. Only 'fraid now poor Ma.s.sa Allen dead too."

"Ah, well, messmate--black messmate, I mean--we had nothing to do with that, and Master Huggins will never make an end of any more poor fellows; so don't s.h.i.+ver like jelly, for I says it's a blessing that the beggar's gone."

"Yes, Ma.s.sa Tom. No 'fraid no more. All a blessing Ma.s.sa Huggins gone."

"And all his men, darkie."

"Yes, sah, and all his men. They never come back no more."

"What is it?" said Murray, coming up. "Have you found out anything more?"

Tom May made an announcement which Murray communicated to the wounded lieutenant, and he had hardly finished when the sound of firing began again.

"What's that?" cried Mr Anderson, raising himself upon one arm.

"There, you needn't tell me, Murray, lad; I know. It's the captain attacking, or being attacked by, some of the slaving scoundrels, and we are not there to help him."

"But surely, sir, we have been helping him by what we have done," said Murray; and the lieutenant stretched out his hand, wincing and groaning as he did so, and clutched the mids.h.i.+pman's arm.

"Thank you, my dear boy," he said; "that does me good. We have been helping him, haven't we?"

"Why, of course, sir. That explosion has ended in killing the chief slaver, the head of the gang, as well as a terrible number of his wretched followers."

"So it has, Mr Murray; so it has. Your doing too."

"Oh no, sir; I only played my part. We did," said Murray, smiling.

"We? Nonsense! You fired the train."

"Yes, sir, as your deputy, and with your instructions. It was done by us in following out duties that the captain would have wished carried out."

"Ha! Thank you, Mr Murray. I am weak and faint and troubled by the idea that I have not done my part."

"Oh, nonsense, sir. There, let me put this wet handkerchief to your head. You're feverish again."

"Thank you, Murray," sighed the lieutenant gratefully. "You are a good fellow. I wish Mr Roberts were as good an officer."

"Well, you have your wish, sir," said Murray laughingly. "He'd have done his share if he hadn't been wounded."

"Ah, yes; how is he?"

"Getting better, sir, certainly."

"That's good, Murray," said the lieutenant, with a sigh. "I want to make as good a show of the men as I can when I have to face the captain again. I'm afraid, though, that it will be a very bad one, eh?"

"Plenty of wounded, sir, but none very bad. The poor fellows have broken down a bit now that the work's done, but they'll soon mend."

"Then you don't think, Murray, that the captain will find much fault with me and my men?"

"He'd be very unreasonable if he did, sir."

"Hah! You think so, Murray? But he can be rather unreasonable sometimes, Murray, eh?"

"Terribly, sir."

"Hah! That's comforting, Murray, for I am very weak. I feel, you see, that I ought to be up and doing now, my lad, and I haven't the power to stir."

"Beg pardon, sir," said Murray, "but now you're _hors de combat_ am I not leading officer?"

"Certainly, my dear boy, and I tell you that you have done wonders."

"Thank you, sir," said Murray, "but I was not fis.h.i.+ng for compliments.

What I wanted you to say was that I was to take the lead."

"I say so, then, certainly, my dear sir."

"Well, then, sir, I say that your duty is to lie still and get better, and that our lads are to do the same."

"Well, leaving me out, Murray, that's quite right."

"Yes, sir, and including you. The best thing is for me to give our lads a rest to recoup a bit. We can't do better than hold this place in case of a fresh attack."

"Quite right."

"And wait until the captain sends help."

"Excellent, Murray; but the captain may be waiting for help to come from us."

"Yes, sir, and if he is I am sorry to say that I could not lead four men to his aid."

"Oh dear, that's bad," groaned the lieutenant.

"You couldn't get up and lead us, sir."

"Get up? Lead you, Murray? My dear lad, I am as weak as an infant."