Born to Wander Part 32
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As soon, however, as they were boldly hailed from the fort--for fort it might now be considered--they cast all attempts at concealment aside, and with a yell that was re-echoed back from every rock around they dashed onwards to the attack.
"Steady, men. Take good aim, and don't throw away a shot."
A volley completely staggered the enemy. They fell back quicker than they had come, going helter-skelter down the hill, and leaving several dead and wounded behind them.
Not for long though. Savages may be beaten, but if there is the slightest chance to overcome by numbers they invariably return.
The day pa.s.sed, however, and eke the long, dreary night, during which no one closed an eye till the sun once more rose over the sea in the morning. Most of the men slept all the forenoon. Luckily they did, for in the afternoon the savages returned in redoubled numbers, and this time many of them actually swarmed over the ramparts, but only to be felled inside.
It was a terrible _melee_, but ended once more in victory for our side.
A whole week now wore away without further molestation, but the worst was to come, for the garrison was reduced to five defenders, two having been wounded in the last fight, one of whom had succ.u.mbed to his wounds.
It was early in the morning, and the stars were still s.h.i.+ning bright and clearly over the sea, when one of the sentries reported the woods on fire to windward. The flames spread with alarming rapidity, and by daybreak were close at hand; the fort was enveloped in smoke, while sparks as thick as falling snowflakes in a winter's storm were showered around them.
In the midst of smoke and fire the savages intended making their final attempt to carry the fort, and our heroes determined to sell their lives dearly, and fight to the end.
Already they could hear the yells of the approaching spearmen, though they were invisible.
But why come they not on? Why does the yelling continue and go farther and farther back and away? Hark! it is the ring of firearms.
Oh, joy! the _Gloaming Star_ must have returned. But was this really so? No, for the white men now engaged in a hand-to-hand combat with those daring savages are men of a different cla.s.s from the honest crew of the _Gloaming Star_.
The sound of the battle grows fainter and fainter, till it ceases entirely.
Leonard and Douglas wait and watch, trying to peer through the smoke, and unravel, if possible, some of the mystery that has been taking place below.
Dimly through the haze at last they can notice figures dressed in white clambering up the hill.
"Come out at once, you white fellows," cries a bold English voice.
"Come forth, if you don't want to be roasted alive. The fire is close on you."
The rampart gates were opened, and the besieged bade speedy farewell for ever to their cave and fort. St.u.r.dy, bare, brown-armed sailors, armed with cutla.s.ses and pistols, were their rescuers, but presently they found themselves on the beach, and standing in front of the ringleader or captain of the band. A tall handsome man he was, dressed in white, with a turban of silk around his head, and a sword by his side. He was smoking a cheroot.
"Happy to see you, anyhow," he said. "Squat yourselves down on the sand there; I guess you're tired."
"And I, Captain Bland, am glad to see _you_ once again."
"What! you know me then?"
"Yes, though you can hardly be expected to remember the lad you kidnapped."
Bland jumped up and seized Leonard by the hand, while tears filled his eyes.
"Oh!" he said, "this is a greater joy then ever I could have dreamt of, greater than ever I deserved. I care little now how soon my wanderings are ended, or how soon I leave the world itself."
"Do not speak in this sad tone, Captain Bland; believe me, it is a pleasure to me to meet you. I never believed you the hardened criminal that some would have you."
"Criminal!" cried Bland, flus.h.i.+ng excitedly, "who dare call me criminal?
And yet," he added, in a tone of great sadness, and even pathos, "perhaps I have been a criminal, a smuggler, yea, even to some extent a pirate. I have never yet, however, done one cruel action; but had I my life to begin over again, how different it would all be!"
"And that barque lying out there is yours?"
"Yes; and my trade you would ask? I deal in slaves and gold. I have found gold. But what good is it all? I live a life of constant excitement; were this to fail me I should die. But you saved my worthless life, lad."
"And now you have saved ours."
"Yes, and I'll do more. I'll restore you to your s.h.i.+p and your captain.
He it was who sent me here in search of you, but he mentioned no name, and little did he know the pleasure he was giving me."
"And the _Gloaming Star_?"
"Is in the hands of my merry men. Do not be alarmed. It was a bloodless victory. And now she shall be restored to you safe and sound.
"Come, my boats are here to take you off, and your s.h.i.+p lies safe at anchor not sixty miles away. Come."
Book 3--CHAPTER FIVE.
THE OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
"Gloomy winter's noo awa, Soft the westlin' breezes blow, Amang the birks o' Stanley Shaw The mavis sings hoo cheery O?"
Burns.
"I asked a glad mother, just come from the post, With a letter she kissed, from a far-away coast, What heart-thrilling news had rejoiced her the most, And--gladness for mourning! Her boy was returning To love her--at home."
Tupper.
Scene: The wildery round Grayling House in early spring. Everything in gardens and on lawns looks fresh and joyful. Spring flowers peeping through the brown earth, merle and mavis making music in the spruce and fir thickets, and louder than all the clear-throated chaffinch. Effie walking alone with book in hand, a great deerhound, the son of faithful Ossian, following step by step behind.
Effie is not reading, though she holds that book in her hand, and albeit her eyes seem glued to the page. For Effie is thinking, only thinking the same thoughts she thinks so very often, only making the same calculations she makes every day of her somewhat lonely life, and which often cause her pillow at night to be bedewed with tears.
Thinking, wondering, calculating.
Thinking of the past, thinking what a long, long time has elapsed since Leonard and Douglas--her brother's friend--went last away to sea; wondering where they might be at that very moment, and calculating the weeks and days that had yet to elapse before the time they had promised to return should arrive. She finished by breathing a little prayer for them. What a joyful thing it is for us poor mortals, that He, Who sticketh closer than a brother, is ever and always by our side, and ever and always ready to lend a willing ear to our silent supplications!
Effie ended with a sigh that was half a sob, a sigh that made great Orla the deerhound thrust his muzzle right under her elbow, and so throw her arm around his neck.
What would Effie have thought or done, I wonder, had she known that at this very moment Leonard's s.h.i.+p lay safe at Leith, and that not only he, but Douglas and Captain Blunt, were making all the haste that could be made in a chaise and pair towards Glen Lyle?
On the arrival of the _Gloaming Star_, our heroes first and foremost did something which may not accord with my readers' idea of romance. A most useful and most needful something it was. They paid a visit to a West End tailor. Before doing so, however, they went to Captain Lyle's lawyer.
The old man--he was very old--did not at first know Leonard, but as soon as he did, he shook hands with him over and over again. He was almost childlike in his joy to see him again.
"What will your father say?" he cried, "and all of them, all of them?"
Of course Leonard had a dozen questions to ask, and what a big sigh of relief he got rid of, when told that not only were all of them well, including Peter and Peter's pike, which by some means or another-- considered supernatural by Peter--was once more all alive and plunging, but that the estate of Glen Lyle was free again, and that Captain Fitzroy had rented one of the farms, thus figuratively, if not literally, turning his sword into a ploughshare.
Leonard had stood all the time he was getting this news, but now that the hysterical ball of doubt and anxiety had left his throat, he flung his hat to the other end of the room, and took a chair. Douglas and Blunt did the same, and the whole four glided right away into a right jolly, right merry whole hour's conversation, what the Scotch folks would call "a foursome crack." The old lawyer's clerk--and _he_ was old, too--came on tiptoe to the door and listened, for he had not heard such laughing and joking and merriment for many and many a long year.
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