He is a man who will never forgive an injury, and I would not care to be in your shoes if he gets you by yourself one day.
And, as a matter of fact, Gerald Rodman had sworn to himself, when he lay in irons, in the sail-locker, to have his revenge upon both the cooper and Captain Lucy, should he ever meet either of them ashore at any of the islands the barque was likely to touch at during her cruise. He was a man of great physical strength, and, for his position, fairly well educated. Both his parents were dead, and he and his brother Ned, and a delicate sister of nineteen, were the sole survivors of a once numerous family. The care of this sister was the one motive that animated the elder brother in his adventurous career; and while his reserved and morose nature seemed incapable of yielding to any tender sentiment or emotion, it yet concealed a wealth of the deepest affection for his weakly sister, of which the younger one had no conception. And yet, strangely enough, it was to Ned that Nellie Rodman was most attached; it was to his return that she most looked forward, never knowing that it was Geralds money alone that maintained the old family home in the quiet little New England village in which her simple life was spent. Little did she think that when money was sent to her by Gerald, saying it came from Ned and myself, that Ned had never had a dollar to send. For he was too careless and too fond of his own pleasure to ever think of sending her money. Jerry, he thought, was a mighty stingy fellow, and never spent a cent on himselfand could easily send Nell all she wanted. And yet Gerald Rodman, knowing his brothers weak and mercurial nature, and knowing that he took no care in the welfare of any living soul but himself, would have laid his life down for him, because happy, careless Ned had Nellies eyes and Nellies mouth, and in the tones of his voice he heard hers. So as he sat on the deck, with his brothers head upon his knees, he swore to get even with Martin Newman, as well as with Captain Lucy and cooper Burr, for as he watched the pale face of the lad it seemed to him to grow strangely like that of his far-off sister.
He had just completed sewing up the gaping wound in his brothers temple, when the cooper came up to the group:
Here, lay along, you fellows; the carpenter has finished Mr. Newmans boat, and some of you loafing soldiers have to man her and help Mr. Brant to tow his whale alongside. Leave that man there, and look spry, or youll feel mighty sorry.
III
As the cooper turned away the younger Rodman, assisted by his brother, staggered to his feet. The fall from the poop had, in addition to the cut in his temple, severely injured his right knee, and he begged his brother to let him lie down again.
Yes, yes, whispered Gerald Rodman, hurriedly; lie down, Ned, and then the lad heard him speaking to Wray in eager, excited tones.
Im with you, Jerry, said the young Englishman, quickly, in answer to something that Rodman had said; where is he now?
In the cabin, getting some Bourbon for Mr. Brants boat. There is only the Dago steward with him, and if Porter and Tom Harrod will join us we shall manage the thing right enough.
What is the matter, Jerrywhat are you talking about? asked Ned from where he lay.
Keep still, Ned, and ask us nothing just now; theres a chance of our getting clear of this floating hell. I neednt ask you if youll join us. Come on, Wray.
The fourth mate and the Portuguese steward were in the main cabin filling some bottles from a large jar of Bourbon whisky. Their backs were turned to the door, and both were so intent upon their task that they neither heard nor saw the four figures steal softly upon them. Suddenly they were seized from behind by Wray and Gerald Rodman, and then quickly gagged by Harrod and Porter before either had time to utter a cry. In a few minutes the four men had armed themselves with cutlasses from the rack around the mizzen-mast, which came through the cabin at the forard end of the table, Rodman also taking the captains and chief mates loaded revolvers out of their berths.
The fourth mate and steward were then carried into the captains cabin, and Gerald Rodman spoke:
Newman, he said, we are going to take charge of this ship for a while. If you make an attempt to give an alarm you are a dead man. Wray, stand here and run them both through if they make the ghost of a sound.
Again entering the captains cabin, he returned with two or three charts, a sextant and the ships chronometer, which he placed on the table just as a heavy footfall sounded on the companion steps. It was the cooper.
The boat is all ready, Newman, he said, as he entered the somewhat darkened cabin; who is going in her?
We are, said Rodman, dealing him a blow with the butt of his pistol and felling him. Leave him there, Wrayhell give us no trouble. Now take every one of those rifles out of the rack and put them on the table. Theres two kegs of powder and a bag of bullets in Mr. Brants cabinget those as well.
This was quickly done, and, calling to the others to follow him, Rodman sprang up the companion. No one but the man at the wheel was on the poop, and the leader of the mutineers, looking over the rail, saw that the boat was alongside with only one hand in her. Besides this man there were but eight other persons besides the mutineers on the ship, including the fourth mate, cooper, steward, and carpenter.
Calling the carpenter to him, Rodman covered him with his pistol, and told him and the rest of the startled men to keep quiet or it would be worse for them.
Two of you help my brother into the boat, he ordered. He was at once obeyed, and Ned Rodman was passed over the side into the hands of the man in the boat.
Put out every light on deck and aloft, was his next command, and this was done by the watch without delay; for there was in Rodmans face such a look of savage determination that they dared not think of refusing. Then he ordered them into the sail-locker.
Now, Mr. Waller, he said, addressing the carpenter, we dont want to hurt you and these three men with you. But we are desperate, and bent on a desperate course. Still, if you dont want to get shot, do as I tell you. Get into that sail-locker and lie low. Mr. Newman and the cooper and the steward are already disposed of. And Im going to put it out of the power of Captain Brute Lucy to get me and those with me into his hands again.
You wont shut us up in the sail-locker and scuttle the ship and let us drown, will you? asked the carpenter.
No; Im no murderer, unless you make me one. If there is any one I have a grudge against it is Mr. Newman and the cooper; but I wont do more to the cooper than I have already done. Still Im not going to leave the ship in your hands until I have messed her up a bit. So away with you into the locker, and let us get to work.
Then, with the man from the boat, the carpenter and his companions were pushed into the sail-locker and the door securely fastened. Looking down from the skylight into the cabin Rodman saw that the cooper had not yet come to, and therefore no danger need be apprehended from him. Sending Wray below, the rifles, ammunition, and nautical instruments were passed up on deck and handed down into the boat. Then, leaving Porter on guard to watch the cooper, Rodman and the others went forard with a couple of axes and slashed away at the standing fore-rigging on both sides; they then cut half-way through the foremast, so that the slightest puff of wind, when it came, would send it over the side. Then, going forard, they cut through the head stays.
That will do, said the boat-steerer, flinging down his axe; and then walking to the waist he hailed the boat:
Are you all right, Ned?
Yes, answered the youth, but hurry up, Jerry, I think a breeze is coming.
Running aft, the elder brother sprang up the poop ladder and looked down through the skylight into the cabin. Cut Mr. Newman and the steward adrift, he said to Wray.
Wray disappeared into Captain Lucys cabin, and at once liberated the two men, who followed him out into the main cabin.
Martin Newman, said Rodman, bending down, just a word with you. You, I thought, were a shade better than the rest of the bullying scoundrels who officer this ship. But now, I find, you are no better than Bully Lucy and the others. If I did justice to my brother, and another person I would shoot you, like the cowardly dog you are. But stand up on that tableand Ill tell you why I dont.
The dark features of the fourth mate blanched to a deathly white, but not with fear. Standing upon the table he grasped the edge of the skylight, under the flap of which Gerald Rodman bent his head and whispered to him:
Do you know why I dont want to hurt you, Martin Newman? When I came home last year I found out my sisters love for you; I found your letters to her, and saw her eating her heart out for you day by day, and waiting for your return. And because I know that she is a dying woman, and will die happy in the belief that you love her, I said nothing. What I have now done will prevent my ever seeing her again, though I would lay my life down for her. But listen to me. Ned will, must, return to her, and beware, if ever you accuse him of having taken a hand in this mutiny
The hands of the fourth mate gripped the skylight ledge convulsively, and his black eyes shone luridly with passion. Then his better nature asserted itself, and he spoke quietly:
Jerry, I did not know it was Ned whom I struck to-night. I was not myself.... I never meant to harm him. And for Nells sake, and yours and Neds, give up this madness.
Too late, too late, Newman. I would rather die to-night than spend another hour on board this ship. But at least, for Nells sake, you and I must part in peace, and the mutineer held out his hand. It was grasped warmly, and then with a simple goodbye Rodman turned away, walked to the poop ladder and called out:
Into the boat, men!
Five minutes later they shoved off from the Shawnee, whose lofty spars and drooping canvas towered darkly up in the starless night. At the last moment Gerald Rodman had hoisted a light on the mizzen-rigging as a guide to the four absent boats. As the mutineers pulled quickly away its rays shone dimly over the barques deserted decks.
When daylight came the Shawnee was still drifting about on a sea as smooth as glass, and the four boats reached her just before the dawn. The boat with the mutineers could not be discerned even from aloft, and Captain Harvey Lucy, in a state of mind bordering on frenzy, looked first at his tottering foremast and then at the four whales which had been towed alongside, waiting to be cut-in. With the rising sun came another rain-squall, and the foremast went over the side, although Martin Newman with his men had done their best to save it. But Lucy, being a man of energy, soon rigged a jury-mast out of its wreck, and set to work to cut-in his whales. Three days later the Shawnee stood away for Apia Harbour in Samoa.
Those fellows have gone to Apia, he said to mate Brant, and Ill go there and get them if it takes me a month of Sundays.
But when the Shawnee dropped anchor in the reef-bound harbour, Captain Lucy found that he had come on a vain questthe mutineers boat had not been seen.
For seven years nothing was ever heard of the missing boat, till one day a tall, muscular-looking man, in the uniform of a sergeant of the New South Wales Artillery, came on board the American whaleship Heloise, as she lay in Sydney harbour, refitting. He asked for Captain Newman, and was shown into the cabin.
The captain of the Heloise was sitting at the cabin table reading a book, and rose to meet his visitor.
What can I do for you, sir? Good God! is it you, Gerald Rodman!
The soldier put out his hand. Is my sister alive, Newman?
She died three years ago in my arms, hoping and praying to the last that she might see you and Ned before she died. And Ned?
Dead, Newman; he and Wray and Porter died of thirst. Harrod and I alone survived that awful voyage, and reached New Zealand at last. Was Nell buried with the old folks, Martin?
Yes, answered the captain of the Heloise, passing his hand quickly over his eyes, it was her wish to lie with them. We had only been married two years.
The sergeant rose, and took Newmans hand in his, Goodbye, Martin. Some day I may stand with you beside her grave.
And then, ere the captain of the whaleship could stay him, he went on deck, descended the gangway, and was rowed ashore to the glittering lights of the southern city.
A POINT OF THEOLOGY ON MÂDURÔ
The Palestine Tom de Wolfs South Sea trading brig, of Sydney, had just dropped anchor off a native village on Mâdurô in the North Pacific, when Macpherson the trader came alongside in his boat and jumped on board. He was a young but serious-faced man with a red beard, was thirty years of age, and had achieved no little distinction for having once attempted to convert Captain Bully Hayes, when that irreligious mariner was suffering from a fractured skull, superinduced by a bullet, fired at him by a trader whose connubial happiness he had unwarrantably upset. The natives thought no end of Macpherson, because in his spare time he taught a class in the Mission Church, and neither drank nor smoked. This was quite enough to make him famous from one end of Polynesia to the other; but he bore his honours quietly, the only signs of superiority he showed over the rest of his fellow traders being the display on the rough table in his sitting-room of a quantity of theological literature by the Reverend James MacBain, of Aberdeen. Still he was not proud, and would lend any of his books or pamphlets to any white man who visited the island.
He was a fairly prosperous man, worked hard at his trading business, and, despite his assertions about the fearful future that awaited every one who had not read the Reverend Mr. MacBains religious works, was well-liked. But few white men spent an evening in his house if they could help it. One reason of this was that whenever a ship touched at Mâdurô, the Hawaiian native teacher, Lilo, always haunted Mac-phersons house, and every trader and trading skipper detested this teacher above all others. Macpherson liked him and said he was earnest, the other white men called him and believed him to be, a smug-faced and sponging hypocrite.
Well, as I said, Macpherson came on board, and Packenham and Denison, the supercargo, at once noticed that he looked more than usually solemn. Instead of, as on former occasions, coming into the brigs trade-room and picking out his trade goods, he sat down facing the captain and answered his questions as to the state of business, etc., on the island, in an awkward, restrained manner.
Whats the matter, Macpherson? said the captain. Have you married a native girl and found out that she is related to any one on the island, and you havent house-room enough for em all, or what?