Annie o' the Banks o' Dee Part 29
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"Ah, sir," said McGregor, "you have been at the diggings before, and so have I."
"You are right, my good fellow; I made my pile in California when little more than a boy. I thought that this fortune was going to last me for ever, and there was no extravagance in New York I did not go in for.
Well, my pile just vanished like mist before the morning sun, and I had to take a situation as a man before the mast, and so worked myself up to what I am now, a British master mariner."
"Well, sir," said Mac, "you have seen the world, anyhow, and gained experience, and no doubt that your having been yourself a common sailor accounts for much of your kindness to and sympathy for us poor Jacks."
"Perhaps."
Mining work was now carried on all day long, and a shaft bored into the mountain side. This was their only chance. Timber was cut down and sawn into beams and supports, and for many weeks everything went on with the regularity of clock-work; but it was not till after a month that fortune favoured the brave. Then small nuggets began to be found, and to these succeeded larger ones; and it was evident to all that a well-lined pocket was found. In this case both the officers and men worked together, and the gold was equally divided between them. They were indeed a little Republic, but right well the men deserved their share, for well and faithfully did they work.
Two months had pa.s.sed away since the departure of the _Erebus_, and soon the detectives must come. Reginald's heart gave a painful throb of anxiety when he thought of it. Another month and he should be a prisoner, and perhaps confined in a hot and stuffy cell on board s.h.i.+p.
Oh! it was terrible to think of! But work had kept him up. Soon, however, the mine gave out, and was reluctantly deserted. Every night now, however, both d.i.c.kson and Reginald dined and slept at the palace of Queen Bertha. With her Reginald left his nuggets.
"If I should be condemned to death," he said,--"and Fate points to that probability--the gold and all the rest is yours, d.i.c.kson."
"Come, sir, come," said the Queen, "keep up your heart. You say you are not guilty."
They were sitting at table enjoying wine and fruit, though the latter felt like sawdust in Reginald's hot and nerve-fevered mouth.
"I do not myself believe I am guilty, my dear lady," he answered.
"You do not _believe_?"
"Listen, and I will tell you. The knife found--it was mine--by the side of poor Craig Nicol is d.a.m.ning evidence against me, and this is my greatest fear. Listen again. All my life I have been a sleep-walker or somnambulist."
The Queen was interested now, and leaned more towards him as he spoke.
"You couldn't surely--" she began.
"All I remember of that night is this--and I feel the cold sweat of terror on my brow as I relate it--I had been to Aberdeen. I dined with friends--dined, not wisely, perhaps, but too well. I remember feeling dazed when I left the train at--Station. I had many miles still to walk, but before I had gone there a stupor seemed to come over me, and I laid me down on the sward thinking a little sleep would perfectly refresh me. I remember but little more, only that I fell asleep, thinking how much I would give only to have Craig Nicol once more as my friend. Strange, was it not? I seemed to awake in the same place where I had lain down, but cannot recollect that I had any dreams which might have led to somnambulism. But, oh, Queen Bertha, my stocking knife was gone! I looked at my hands. 'Good G.o.d!' I cried, for they were smeared with blood! And I fainted away. I have no more to say," he added, "no more to tell. I will tell the same story to my solicitor alone, and will be guided by all he advises. If I have done this deed, even in my sleep, I deserve my fate, whate'er it may be, and, oh, Queen Bertha, the suspense and my present terrible anxiety is worse to bear than death itself could be."
"From my very inmost heart I pity you," said the Queen.
"And I too," said d.i.c.kson.
It was now well-nigh three months since the _Erebus_ had left, and no other vessel had yet arrived or appeared in sight.
But one evening the Queen, with Reginald and d.i.c.kson, sat out of doors in the verandah. They were drinking little cups of black coffee and smoking native cigarettes, rolled round with withered palm leaves in lieu of paper. It was so still to-night that the slightest sound could be heard: even leaves rustling in the distant woods, even the whisk of the bats' wings as they flew hither and thither moth-hunting. It was, too, as bright as day almost, for a round moon rode high in the clear sky, and even the brilliant Southern Cross looked pale in her dazzling rays. There had been a lull in the conversation for a few minutes, but suddenly the silence was broken in a most unexpected way. From seaward, over the hills, came the long-drawn and mournful shriek of a steamer's whistle.
"O, Merciful Father!" cried Reginald, half-rising from his seat, but sinking helplessly back again--"they are here!"
Alas! it was only too true.
When the _Erebus_ left the island, with, as pa.s.sengers, Mr Hall and poor, grief-stricken Ilda, she had a good pa.s.sage as far as the Line, and here was becalmed only a week, and made a quick voyage afterwards to the Golden Horn. Here Mr Hall determined to stay for many months, to recruit his daughter's health. All the remedies of San Francisco were at her command. She went wherever her father pleased, but every pleasure appeared to pall upon her. Doctors were consulted, and p.r.o.nounced the poor girl in a rapid decline. There was a complete collapse of the whole nervous system, they said, and she must have received some terrible shock. Mr Hall admitted it, asking at the same time if the case were hopeless, and what he could do.
"It is the last thing a medical man should do," replied the physician, "to take hope away. I do not say she may not recover with care, but--I am bound to tell you, sir--the chances of her living a year are somewhat remote."
Poor Mr Hall was silent and sad. He would soon be a lonely man indeed, with none to comfort him save little Matty, and she would grow up and leave him too.
Shortly after the arrival of the _Erebus_ at California, a sensational heading to a Scotch newspaper caught the eye of the old Laird McLeod, as he sat with his daughter one morning at breakfast:
"Remarkable Discovery.
The Supposed Murderer of Craig Nicol Found on a Cannibal Island."
The rest of the paragraph was but brief, and detailed only what we already know. But Annie too had seen it, and almost fainted. And this very forenoon, too, Laird Fletcher was coming to McLeod Cottage to ask her hand formally from her father.
Already, as I have previously stated, she had given a half-willing consent. But now her mind was made up. She would tell Fletcher everything, and trust to his generosity. She mentioned to Jeannie, her maid, what her intentions were.
"I would not utterly throw over Fletcher," said Jeannie. "You never know what may happen."
Jeannie was nothing if not canny. Well, Fletcher did call that forenoon, and she saw him before he could speak to her old uncle--saw him alone. She showed him the paper and telegram. Then she boldly told him that while her betrothed, whom she believed entirely innocent of the crime laid at his door, was in grief and trouble, all thoughts of marriage were out of the question entirely.
"And you love this young man still?"
"Ay, Fletcher," she said, "and will love him till all the seas run dry."
The Laird gave her his hand, and with tears running down her cheeks, she took it.
"We still shall be friends," he said.
"Yes," she cried; "and, oh, forgive me if I have caused you grief. I am a poor, unhappy girl!"
"Every cloud," said Fletcher, "has a silver lining."
Then he touched her hand lightly with his lips, and next moment he was gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
THE CRUISE OF THE "VULCAN."
The next news concerning what was called the terrible Deeside murder was that a detective and two policemen had started for New York, that thence they would journey overland to San Francisco, and there interview the captain of the _Erebus_ in order to get the lat.i.tude and longitude of the Isle of Flowers. They would then charter a small steamer and bring the accused home for trial--and for justice.
It is a long and somewhat weary journey, this crossing America by train, but the detective and his companions were excited by the adventure they were engaged on, and did not mind the length of the way.
The _Vulcan_, which they finally chartered at 'Frisco, was a small, but clean and pretty steamer, that was used for taking pa.s.sengers (a few select ones only) to view the beauties of the Fiji Islands.
Many a voyage had she made, but was as st.u.r.dy and strong as ever.
It must be confessed, however, that Master Mariner Neaves did not half-like his present commission, but the liberality of the pay prevailed, and so he gave in. His wife and her maid, who acted also as stewardess, had always accompanied him to sea, and she refused to be left on this expedition.
So away they sailed at last, and soon were far off in the blue Pacific, steering southwards with a little west in it.
And now a very strange discovery was brought to light. They had been about a day and a half at sea, when, thinking he heard a slight noise in the store-room, Captain Neaves opened it. To his intense surprise, out walked a beautiful little girl of about seven. She carried in her hand a grip-sack, and as she looked up innocently in Neaves's face, she said naively:
"Oh, dear, I is so glad we are off at last. I'se been so very lonely."
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