The Maroon Part 32

Not for a moment was he detained by this last consideration. The prospect of the reward would have had no weight with him whatever; it would not even have cost him a reflection, but that, just then, and for a very singular purpose, Cubina required money.

This purpose was revealed in a soliloquy that at that moment escaped from his lips.

"_Crambo_!" he muttered, using an exclamation of the Spanish tongue, still found in a corrupted form among the Maroons; "if it wasn't that I have to make up the purchase-money of Yola--_Por Dios_! he is as like to Yola as if he was her brother! I warrant he is of the same nation-- perhaps of her tribe. Two or three times he has p.r.o.nounced the word _Foolah_. Besides, his colour, his shape, his hair--all like hers. No doubt of it, he's a Foolah."

The last word was uttered so loud as to reach the ear of the runaway.

"Yah! Foolah, Foolah!" he exclaimed, turning his eyes appealingly upon his captor. "No slave--no slave!" added he, striking his hand upon his breast as he repeated the words.

"Slave! no slave!" echoed the Maroon, with a start of surprise; "that's English enough. They've taught him the ugly word."

"Foolah me--no slave!" again exclaimed the youth, with a similar gesture to that he had already made.

"Something curious in this," muttered the Maroon, musingly. "What can he mean by saying he is no slave--for that is certainly what he is trying to say? Slave he must be; else how did he get here? I've heard that a cargo has been just landed, and that the old Jew got most or all of them. This young fellow must be one of that lot. Very likely he's picked up the words aboard s.h.i.+p. Perhaps he is speaking of what he was in his own country. Ah, poor devil! he'll soon find the difference here!

"_Santos Dios_!" continued the Maroon, after a pause, in which he had been silently regarding the countenance of the newly-arrived African.

"It's a shame to make a slave of such as he--a hundred times more like a freeman than his master. Poor fellow! it's a hard row he'll have to hoe. I feel more than half-tempted to risk it, and save him from such a fate."

As this half-determination pa.s.sed through the mind of the Maroon, a n.o.ble and proud expression came over his features.

"If they had not seen him in my possession;" he continued to reflect; "but the overseer and those Spanish poltroons know all, and will--Well, let them!--at all events I shall not take him back till I've seen Yola.

No doubt she can talk to him. If he's Foolah she can. We'll hear what he's got to say, and what this 'no slave' means."

On saying this, the speaker turned his eyes upward; and appeared for some moments to scan the sun.

"Good," he exclaimed. "It is near the hour. I may expect her at any moment. Oh! I must have him out of sight, and these dead dogs, too, or my timid pet will be frayed. There's been so much doing about here-- blood and fire--she will scarcely know the old trysting-place. Hark you, Foolah! Come this way, and squat yourself in here till I call you out again."

To the runaway the gestures of his captor were more intelligible than his words. He understood by them that he was required to conceal himself between the b.u.t.tresses of the _ceiba_; and, rising from the log, he readily obeyed the requisition.

The Maroon captain seized the tail of one of the dead bloodhounds; and, after trailing the carcase for some distance across the glade, flung it into a covert of bushes.

Returning to the _ceiba_, in a similar manner he removed the other; and then, once more cautioning the runaway to remain silent in his concealment, he awaited the approach of her who had given him a.s.signation.

Volume One, Chapter x.x.xV.

A LOVE SCENE UNDER THE CEIBA.

The lover who is beloved need never fear disappointment. True to her tryst, and punctual to the time, did the expected sweetheart make her appearance within the glade.

With shy but graceful mien, she advanced towards the _ceiba_, and with sufficient firmness of step to show that she came not in doubt. A smile, confident and slightly coquettish, dancing in her dark eyes, and playing upon her prettily-curved lips, told of a love already plighted-- at the same time betokening full faith in the vows that had been exchanged.

Cubina stepped forth to receive her; and the lovers met in the open ground, at some distance from the tree. Their demeanour at meeting told that it was not their first a.s.signation; but that ofttimes before had they been together in that same rendezvous.

The presence of the runaway--not seen, however, from the spot--did not hinder Cubina from saluting his sweetheart with a kiss, nor prevent him from folding her for a short moment in his arms.

That spasm of exquisite pleasure pa.s.sed, the dialogue began.

The girl spoke first.

"Oh, Cubina! news I have tell."

"Come, my love--what news? Ah! you are looking grave, Yola; your news is not very joyful, I fear?"

"No, not joyful--bad news."

"Let me hear them, love. Something Cynthy has been saying to you? You shouldn't heed what that girl says."

"No, Cubina, I no care what her me tell. I her know, wicked, bad girl.

Not Cynthy say that thing me trouble now. Missa Kate me tell."

"Ah! something Miss Vaughan has told you? I wouldn't look for bad news from her. But what is it, dear Yola? Maybe, after all, it's nothing?"

"Ah! yes, Cubina, something. I fear me keep from you long, long time."

"Keep you from me! Surely Miss Vaughan don't object to your meeting me?"

"No--not that. Something I fear me hinder from be--."

"Be what?" inquired the lover, seeing that his sweetheart hesitated to p.r.o.nounce some word, the thought of which was causing her to blush.

"Come, dear Yola, don't fear to tell _me_. You know we're engaged.

There should be no secret between us. What were you going to say?"

In a low, murmured voice, and looking lovingly in his eyes as she spoke, the girl p.r.o.nounced the word "marry."

"Ho! ho!" exclaimed the lover, in a confident tone. "I think nothing can occur to hinder that--at least, for a very long time. I have now nearly a hundred pounds laid by, and a lucky capture I've just made this morning will help still further to make up that sum. Surely the Custos will not require more than a hundred pounds; though if you were once mine," continued the speaker, casting a look of smiling fondness upon his sweetheart's face, "all the money in the world wouldn't tempt me to part with you. I hope," added he, speaking in a jocular air, "a hundred pounds will be enough to make you _my slave_?"

"You slave, Cubina?"

"Yes, Yola, as I am yours now."

"Ah--that way, Yola yours; yours ever--evermore."

"I will believe you, dear girl," rejoined the lover, gazing, with a gratified look, in the face of his beloved. "I am very happy to think that in that way you are mine; and that I have, as you a.s.sure me, your heart and soul. But, dearest Yola, so long as another is the owner of your body--not with the right, but the powder to do, ay--indeed, almost as he might please--for who can hinder these proud planters from committing crimes of which they are their own judges? Ah! Yola, girl, it is fearful to reflect on their wicked doings. This very morning I have come across a sample of their cruelty; and when I think of you being in the power of one, it makes me feel as if every hour was a day until I can obtain your freedom. I am always in fear lest something may happen to hinder me.

"Just to-day I am in high hopes," continued the lover, evincing the truth of his words by a pleasant smile. "I have succeeded in raising nearly the hundred pounds; and the bounty I expect to receive for the runaway I have caught will make it quite that."

The girl returned no reply to this speech of her lover, but stood gazing upon him silently, and as if half reproachfully. Something of this kind he read, or fancied he read, in her looks.

"What, Yola, you are not satisfied with what I have said? You reproach me? Ah! true. I confess it is not a very creditable way of procuring your purchase-money. _Maldito_! what can I do? We Maroons have no other way of raising money, except by hunting the wild hogs, and selling their barbecued flesh. But that barely gives us a living. _Crambo_! I could never have got together a hundred pounds in that way. So do not reproach me, dear Yola, for what I've done. I a.s.sure you it goes against my grain, this man-hunting business. As for the young fellow I caught this morning, I'd risk a good real rather than give him up--if it wasn't for the purpose of procuring your freedom. For that I must have the hundred pounds, which it is to be hoped will be enough to satisfy your master."

"All, Cubina!" replied his slave-love, with a sigh, "that the bad news I you bring. Hundred pound no more enough. Only two days go, he have him offer twice so much for poor slave Yola."

"Two hundred pounds offered for _you_!" exclaimed the Maroon, with a start of surprise, his brow becoming suddenly clouded. "Is that what you mean, Yola?"

"Ah, yes!" answered the slave, repeating her sad sigh.

"And who--who is he?" demanded the lover, in a quick earnest tone, at the same time that a gleam of jealous thought flashed from his dark eyes, like forked lightning across a clouded sky.