The Maroon Part 13

Here was a puzzle. It was easy enough to know which of the three _not_ to take--the one that _did_ lead to "da leff"; but which of the other two was to be chosen was the point that appeared to present a difficulty in the solution. Both were plain, good roads; and each as likely as the other to be the one which would conduct him to Mount Welcome.

Had his rider left the pony to its own guidance, perhaps it would have chosen the right road. In all likelihood he would have done so in the end; but, before determining on any particular line of action, he thought it better to look for the wheel-tracks of the carriage, that he knew must have pa.s.sed in advance of him.

While thus cogitating, the silence occasioned by his momentary halt was all at once interrupted by a voice that sounded at his very side, and the tones of which he fancied were not new to him.

On suddenly turning in the saddle, and looking in the direction whence the voice appeared to proceed, what was his astonishment on beholding the negro boy--the veritable Quas.h.i.+e!

"Da, sa! das da crossin' me you tell 'bout; you no take by de leff--dat lead to ole Jew penn; nor da right--he go to Mon'gew Ca.s.sel; de middle Ma.s.sr Va'n road--he go straight na Moun' Welc'm'."

The young traveller sat for some moments without speaking, or making reply in any way--surprise, as by a spell, holding him silent. He had left the boy on the forward deck of the s.h.i.+p, to look after his luggage; and he had seen him--he could almost swear to it--still on board, as he rode away from the wharf! Moreover, he had ridden a stretch of many miles--most of the way at full gallop, and all of it at a pace with which no pedestrian could possibly have kept up! How, then, was he to account for the lad's presence upon the spot?

This was the first question that occurred to him; and which he put to the darkey, as soon as he had sufficiently recovered from his surprise to be able to speak.

"Quas.h.i.+e foller young buckra--at him pony heels."

The answer went but a short way towards enlightening the "young buckra;"

since he still believed it utterly impossible for any human being to have travelled as fast as he had ridden.

"At the pony's heels! What, my black skin! do you mean to say you have run all the way after me from the landing-place?"

"Ya, sa: dat hab Quas.h.i.+e do."

"But I saw you on board the s.h.i.+p as I started off. How on earth could you have overtaken me?"

"Yaw, ma.s.sa, dat wa' easy 'nuf. Young buckra, he start off; Quas.h.i.+e, he put him porkmantle in da ox-waggon, an' den he foller. Buckra, he go slow at fuss, Quas.h.i.+e soon cotch up, and den easy run 'long wi' da pony--not much in dat, sa."

"Not much! Why, you imp of darkness, I have been riding at the rate of ten miles an hour, and how you've kept up with me is beyond my comprehension! Well, you're a n.o.ble runner, that I will say! I'd back you at a foot-race against all comers, whether black ones or white ones.

The middle road, you say?"

"Ya, sa, dat de way to Moun' Welc'm'; you soon see de big gate ob de plantation."

Herbert headed his roadster in the direction indicated; and moved onward along the path--his thoughts still dwelling on the odd incident.

He had proceeded but a few lengths of his pony, when he was tempted to look back--partly to ascertain if Quas.h.i.+e was still following him, and partly with the intention of putting a query to this singular escort.

A fresh surprise was in store for him. The darkey was nowhere to be seen! Neither to the right, nor the left, nor yet in the rear, was he visible!

"Where the deuce can the boy have gone?" inquired Herbert, involuntarily, at the same time scanning the underwood on both sides of the road.

"Hya, sa!" answered a voice, that appeared to come out of the ground close behind--while at the same instant the brown mop of Quas.h.i.+e, just visible over the croup of the cob, proclaimed his whereabouts.

How the boy had been able to keep up with the pony was at length explained: he had been _holding on to its tail_!

There was something so ludicrous in the sight, that the young Englishman forgot for a moment the grave thoughts that had been hara.s.sing him; and once more checking his steed into a halt, gave utterance to roars of laughter. The darkey joined in his mirth with a grin that extended his mouth from ear to ear--though he was utterly unconscious of what the young buckra was laughing at. He could not see anything comic in a custom which he was almost daily in the habit of practising--for it was not the first time Quas.h.i.+e had travelled at the tail of a horse.

Journeying about half a mile further along the main road, the entrance-gate of Mount Welcome was reached. There was no lodge--only a pair of grand stone piers, with a wing of strong mason-work on each flank, and a ma.s.sive folding gate between them.

From the directions Herbert had already received, he might have known this to be the entrance to his uncle's plantation; but Quas.h.i.+e, still clinging to the pony's tail, removed all doubt by crying out,--

"Da's da gate, buckra gemman--da's de way fo' Moun' Welc'm'!"

On pa.s.sing through the gateway, the mansion itself came in sight--its white walls and green jalousies s.h.i.+ning conspicuously at the extreme end of the long avenue; which last, with its bordering rows of palms and tamarinds, gave to the approach an air of aristocratic grandeur.

Herbert had been prepared for something of this kind. He had heard at home that his father's brother was a man of great wealth; and this was nearly all his father had himself known respecting him.

The equipage which had transported his more favoured fellow-voyager--and which had pa.s.sed over the same road about an hour before him--also gave evidence of the grand style in which his uncle lived.

The mansion now before his eyes was in correspondence with what he had heard and seen. There could be no doubt that his uncle was one of the grandees of the island.

The reflection gave him less pleasure than pain. His pride had been already wounded; and as he looked up the n.o.ble avenue, he was oppressed with a presentiment that some even greater humiliation was in store for him.

"Tell me, Quas.h.i.+e," said he, after a spell of painful reflection, "was it your master himself who gave you directions about conducting me to Mount Welcome? Or did you have your orders from the overseer?"

"Ma.s.sr no me speak 'bout you, sa; I no hear him say nuffin."

"The overseer, then?"

"Ya, sa, de obaseeah."

"What did he tell you to do? Tell me as near as you can; and I may make you a present one of these days."

"Gorry, ma.s.sr buckra! I you tell all he say, 'zactly as he say um.

'Quas.h.i.+e,' say he, 'Quas.h.i.+e,' he say, 'you go down board de big s.h.i.+p; you see dat ere young buckra'--dat war yourseff, sa--'you fotch 'im up to de ox-waggon, you fotch 'im baggage, too; you mount 'im on Coco,'-- da's de pony's name--'and den you fetch him home to _my_ house.' Da's all he say--ebbery word."

"To _his_ house? Mount Welcome, you mean!"

"No, young buckra gemman--to de obaseeah own house. And now we jess got to da road dat lead dar. Dis way, sa! dis way!"

The darkey pointed to a bye-road, that, forking off from the main avenue, ran in the direction of the ridge, where it entered into a tract of thick woods.

Herbert checked the pony to a halt, and sat gazing at his guide, in mute surprise.

"Dis way, sa!" repeated the boy. "Yonna's de obaseeah's house. You see wha da smoke rise, jess ober de big trees?"

"What do you mean, my good fellow? What have I to do with the overseer's house?"

"We's agwine da, sa."

"Who? you?"

"Boff, sa; an' Coco too."

"Have you taken leave of your senses, you imp of darkness?"

"No, sa; Quas.h.i.+e only do what him bid. Da obaseeah Quas.h.i.+e bid fotch young buckra to him house. Dis yeer's da way."

"I tell you, boy, you must be mistaken. It is to Mount Welcome I am going--my uncle's house--up yonder!"