Hammer and Anvil Part 20
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He still kept silent.
"Shall I try them on you to see if they are loaded or not?" I asked, drawing one from my belt and c.o.c.king it.
"Come on," said Pinnow.
I lowered the hammer of the pistol, replaced it in my belt, and then walked on Pinnow's right, keeping a little behind him. Presently I said:
"Do not expect to find any protection among the men down there. I will keep close to your side, and upon the first word you let fall, tending to raise them against me, you are a dead man. How many have you already on board?"
"Ten men," muttered Pinnow. "But I do not know what you want with me; go with us or stay behind as you please; what the devil do you suppose I care?"
"We shall see," I answered, drily.
We now joined the group, which consisted of my long friend Jock, the men Karl and Hanne, and the deaf and dumb Jacob who had rowed the yawl over.
"He is going with us," said Pinnow, laconically, to his men, as he lent a hand himself to push off the yawl.
I thought that I perceived a look of alarmed surprise pa.s.s over the brutal features of Jock at seeing us. He looked at his accomplice for an explanation of the mystery, but Pinnow was busy with the yawl. The two others were standing apart; they evidently did not know what to make of it all.
"There are only four wanted," said Pinnow.
"Very good," I said. "You, Karl and Hanne, go home and keep perfectly quiet, do you hear?"
"I can go home too," said Jock, surlily.
"One step from the spot," I cried, levelling the pistol at his head, "and you have stood on your long legs for the last time. Get on board!"
Jock Swart obeyed.
"You next, Pinnow!"
Pinnow obeyed. I followed.
We had about twenty minutes rowing before we reached the cutter, for the surf was heavy, and the cutter was anch.o.r.ed pretty far out on account of her deep draught. This frustrated a plan which occurred to me at the last moment, namely, to put the whole party on sh.o.r.e, and go out to the yacht with Pinnow and Jock alone. But I saw that in the rowing back and forwards that would be necessary, at least an hour would be lost, and it was all-important to have speech of Herr von Zehren as speedily as possible. What might not happen in an hour?
We reached the cutter that was dancing at her anchor upon the waves, like an impatient horse tugging at his halter. We pulled alongside, and I sprang on board among the dark figures.
"Good evening, men," I said. "I am going along with you. Some of you know me, and know that I am a good friend of Herr von Zehren; and besides, Pinnow and Jock Swart will answer for me."
The two that I named accepted the sponsors.h.i.+p by their silence; but I believe that it was unnecessary. I had often been with Herr von Zehren in Zanowitz--indeed we had been there but the day before--and had probably occasionally spoken with every one of the men. They all knew my intimate a.s.sociation with him, and could see nothing remarkable that I should take part in an expedition made for the account of one who was to a certain extent my patron as he was theirs. No one answered me--these people were not in the habit of wasting speech--but they willingly received me among them. My impression that Pinnow and Jock Swart were the only traitors, was confirmed. So in every sense he was now in my power. If I told the men what I knew, the two accomplices would probably have flown overboard; for the Zanowitz men were not to be trifled with in these matters.
I said as much to Pinnow as I took my place beside him at the helm.
"Do what you please," he muttered, putting a quid of tobacco into his wide mouth.
Although Christel's information was so positive, a doubt came over me as I marked the imperturbable calmness of the man who knew that his life was every moment at risk. Had Christel's hearing deceived her in her excitement? Had the good Hans and I unnecessarily mixed ourselves up with this lawless crew, who were plying, in darkness and mist, their perilous trade?
By this time the cutter, a capital sailer, was flying through the waves. The sky had grown much clearer; there was still light enough to see pretty plainly at two or three hundred yards distance. But it was bitter cold, and the surf that dashed, often in heavy ma.s.ses, over the deck, by no means added to the comfort of the situation. The small craft was crowded with the fourteen men that were on board. Wherever one looked, there lay or crouched a dark figure. Pinnow sat at the helm. As I kept my post at his side, and had thus an opportunity to watch him closely, I grew more dubious with every minute whether there was not some mistake in the whole affair. There sat the broad-shouldered man, moving not a muscle of his face, except when from time to time he slowly turned his quid from one cheek into the other, or fixed his sharp eyes upon the sails, or turned them out to sea. When we tacked, a man[oe]uvre which was performed almost every minute, and he called "Luff!" for us to stoop and let the boom pa.s.s over our heads, his voice rang always firm and clear. Was it possible that a traitor could have so sure a hand, so sharp an eye, and could chew his tobacco with such equanimity?
"How far do you think we shall have to go before we find the yacht?" I asked.
"We may come up with her at any moment," Pinnow growled; "and very likely we may see nothing at all of her."
"How so?"
"If they should have caught sight of one of the coastguard boats, they would stand out to sea again."
"How long will you look for her?"
"One hour; so it was arranged."
"Between you and Herr von Zehren, or between you and Inspector Blanck?"
Pinnow squirted his tobacco-juice overboard and growled:
"For the last time I tell you that I do not know what you want. The foolish wench Christel, I suppose, has made you believe that I am playing false; but she is more likely to have done it herself. I should be sorry if she gave up her old foster-father in order to get rid of him; but what will such a wench not do?"
These words, that the smith grumbled out in his surly way, made a strong impression upon me. Had I not but an hour before had proof what a girl would do to carry out her will? And Pinnow was only her foster-father. Could she have invented a plausible tale to set Herr von Zehren and myself against the old man? Could she have herself perpetrated the treachery that she ascribed to him, and have given the information to the officers, in order in this way to be rid of one whom she had good reason for wis.h.i.+ng out of the way? And had her conscience smitten her at the last moment, when she reflected that his ruin would involve that of Herr von Zehren, to whom she owed a debt of grat.i.tude?
Was her story to me but an attempt to save him through my means?
I admit that a minute's calm reflection would have sufficed to convince me of the extreme improbability of this idea; but how could I calmly reflect in the situation and in the frame of mind in which I then was?
A wild merriment seized me, and I laughed aloud. Was it not a thing to laugh at, that of us two conspirators, Hans was galloping after the pretty pair over the wretched road through mist and drizzle, without the shadow of a reasonable ground for such a race; and was it not just as ridiculous, that I, who with such extravagant zeal and blindness, had been running from the morning until now, through storm and rain, tortured by countless anxieties, was a mere puppet, moved by a string whose end was held by two girls' hands, the one of which I, in my grat.i.tude, had pa.s.sionately kissed, and the other at least pressed cordially. Truly it would have been better if we had both stayed by our bottle in the warm room.
"Look there!" said Pinnow, touching my shoulder, while at the same moment he gave the word, "Luff!" in a peculiar, long-drawn, suppressed tone.
I perceived at but a few hundred yards distance a trimly-rigged schooner of moderate size, and I recognized at a glance one of the vessels of the coast-guard, named the Lightning. I had too often been on board her, and had sketched her too often under every possible arrangement of sails, to be deceived in her.
"That is the _Lightning_," I exclaimed.
At the same moment that the cutter went about, the _Lightning_ also altered her course and bore down on us.
"Boat ahoy!" came through a speaking trumpet over the dash of the waves.
My heart seemed to stop beating; my hand lay on the b.u.t.t of my pistol.
If Pinnow laid the cutter to, his treachery was proven.
"Boat ahoy!" came over the water again.
"Haul aft the foresail!" ordered Pinnow.
I breathed again. Pinnow's order was equivalent to _sauve qui peut_.
"Boat ahoy!" came their hail for the third time, and almost in the same moment there was a flash on board the _Lightning_, and the report of a musket, deadened by the distance and the plas.h.i.+ng of the waves, reached my ear.
"Shake out that reef in the jib!" ordered Pinnow.
I took my hand from the pistol. There was now no doubt that Pinnow was doing his utmost to escape the pursuing vessel. My heart leaped with joy; the man at my side, of whom I had once been so fond, though he had never deserved my affection, was at all events no traitor. What would I have done if I had known that this was all a carefully arranged plan, in carrying out which the cold-blooded old villain was not in the least disturbed by my clumsy interference; that this meeting with the schooner was preconcerted in order to lead the latter upon the right track? That the flight and pursuit were merely feigned, to conceal the treachery from the other smugglers, and that the three or four blank cartridges that were fired from the schooner had the same object? What would I have done if I had known all this? Well for me that I did not know it; at least no blood of a fellow-creature cleaves to my hand.
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