The Maroon Part 72

"Stop, Cappin," said Quaco, interrupting with a gesture that showed he had something more to communicate; "you han't heard all. I met more of 'em."

"More of whom?"

"That same queer sort. But two mile atter I'd pa.s.sed the place where I seed the duppy o' the ole myal-man, who dye think I met nex'?"

"Who?" inquired Cubina, half guessing at the answer.

"Them debbil's kind--like enough company for the duppy--them dam'

Spaniards of de Jew's penn."

"Ah! _maldito_!" cried the Maroon captain, in a voice of alarm, at the same time making a gesture as if a light had suddenly broken upon him.

"The Spaniards, you say! They, too, after him! Come, Quaco, down with that bundle! throw it in the bush--anywhere! there's not a moment to be lost. I understand the series of encounters you have had upon the road.

Luckily, I've brought my gun, and you yours. We may need them both before night. Down with the bundle, and follow me!"

"Stop and take me with you," cried a voice from the edge of the glade; "I have a gun, too."

And at the same moment the young Englishman, with his gun upon his shoulder, was seen emerging from the underwood and making towards the _ceiba_.

Volume Three, Chapter VIII.

AN UNCLE IN DANGER.

"You appear to be in great haste, Captain Cubina," said Herbert, advancing in double-quick time. "May I know what's the matter?

Anything amiss?"

"Amiss, Master Vaughan? Much, indeed. But we shouldn't stand to talk.

We must take the road to Savannah, and at once."

"What! you want me to go to Savannah? I'm with you for any reasonable adventure; but my time's not exactly my own, and I must first have a reason for such a journey."

"A good reason, Master Vaughan. Your uncle, the Custos, is in trouble."

"Ah!" exclaimed the young Englishman, with an air of disappointment.

"Not so good a reason as you may think, Captain. Was it he you meant when you said, just now, one who _should be_ dear to me was in danger?"

"It was," answered Cubina.

"Captain Cubina," said Herbert, speaking with a certain air of indifference, "this uncle of mine but little deserves my interference."

"But his life's in danger!" urged the Maroon, interrupting Herbert in his explanation.

"Ah!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the nephew, "do you say that? If his life's in danger, then--"

"Yes," said the Maroon, again interrupting him, "and _others_, too, may be in peril from the same enemy--yourself, perhaps, Master Vaughan. Ay, and maybe those that might be dear to you as yourself."

"Ha!" exclaimed Herbert--this time in a very different tone of voice, "you have some evil tidings, Captain! pray tell me all at once."

"Not now, Master Vaughan, not now! There's not a moment to be wasted in talk; we must take the route at once. I shall tell you as we go along."

"Agreed, then," cried Herbert. "If it's a life and death matter, I'm with you--even to Savannah! No _book-keeping_ to-day, Master Jessuron, and--" (the speaker only mentally p.r.o.nounced the name) "Judith may well spare me for one day--especially for such a purpose as the saving of lives. All right; I'm with you, Captain Cubina."

"_Vamos_!" cried the Maroon, hastily moving off. "For want of horses we must make our legs do double-quick time. These skulking scoundrels have sadly got the start of us."

And saying this, he struck into the up-hill path, followed by Herbert-- the taciturn lieutenant, no longer embarra.s.sed by his bundle, keeping close in the rear.

The path Cubina had chosen appeared to conduct to Mount Welcome.

"You are not going _there_?" inquired Herbert, in a significant way, at the same time stopping, and appealing to his conductor for an answer.

It had just occurred to the nephew that a visit to his uncle's house might place him in a position both unpleasant and embarra.s.sing.

"No!" answered the Maroon; "there is no longer any need for us to go to the house: since the Custos has left it long hours ago. We could learn nothing there more than I know already. Besides, it's half a mile out of our way. We should lose time; and that's the most important of all.

We shall presently turn out of this path, into one that leads over the mountain by the Jumbe Rock. That's the shortest way to the Savannah road. _Vamos_!"

With this wind-up to his speech, the Maroon again moved on; and Herbert, his mind now at rest, strode silently after.

Up to this time the young Englishman had received no explanation of the object of the journey he was in the act of undertaking; nor had he asked any. The information, though as yet only covertly conveyed--that those dear to him were in danger--was motive enough for trusting the Maroon.

Before long, however, it occurred to him that he ought to be informed of the nature of that danger; over whom it impended; and what was the signification of the step they were now taking to avert it.

These questions he put to his conductor, as they hastened together along the path.

In hurried phrase the Maroon made known to him much, though not all, of what he himself knew of the position of affairs--more especially of the peril in which the Custos appeared to be placed. He gave an account of his own descent into the Duppy's Hole; of the conversation he had overheard there; and, though still ignorant of the motives, stated his suspicions of the murderous plot in which Herbert's own employer was playing a princ.i.p.al part.

It is needless to say that the young Englishman was astounded by these revelations.

Perhaps he would have been still more astonished, but that the development of these wicked dealings was only a confirmation of a whole series of suspicious circ.u.mstances that for some days before had been constantly coming under his notice, and for which he had been vainly seeking an explanation.

From that moment all thoughts of returning to dwell under the roof of Jacob Jessuron vanished from his mind. To partake of the hospitality of such a man--a murderer, at least by intent--was completely out of the question. He at once perceived that his fine sinecure situation must be given up; and, despite the scandal his desertion might bring about, he could never again make his home in the Happy Valley. Even the fascinations of the fair Judith would not be strong enough to attract him thither.

Cubina listened to these resolves, and apparently with great satisfaction. But the Maroon had not yet made known to Herbert many other secrets, of which he had become the depository; and some of which might be to the young Englishman of extremest interest. The communication of these he reserved to a future opportunity--when time might not be so pressing.

Herbert Vaughan, now apprised of the peril in which his uncle stood, for the time forgot all else, and only thought of pressing onward to his aid. Injuries and insults appeared alike forgotten and forgiven--even that which had stung him more sharply than all--the cold, chilling bow at the Smythje ball.

Beyond the Jumbe Rock, and at no great distance from the by-path by which they were travelling, lay the proper country of the Maroons. By winding a horn, it might have been heard by some of the band; who at that hour would, no doubt, be engaged in their usual occupation--hunting the wild hog.

Cubina knew this; and, on arriving at that point on the path nearest to his town, he halted, and stood for a moment reflecting.

Then, as if deeming himself sufficiently strong in the companions.h.i.+p of the robust young Englishman and the redoubtable lieutenant, he gave up the idea of calling any of them to his a.s.sistance; and once more moved forward along the route towards the Savannah road.

Volume Three, Chapter IX.

AN EQUESTRIAN EXCURSION.

Throughout the day the penn-keeper kept to his penn. The unexplained absence of his protege rendered it prudent to postpone his proposed visit to the minister: besides, Cynthia was expected.

From the mulatta he hoped to obtain much information. Her knowledge of events must be fresher than even that of Chakra--else would he have gone up to the Duppy's Hole to consult the oracle of Obi. Cynthia would be likely to know all. She could at least tell him whether the spell had been administered--how, and when.

These were facts worth knowing, and Jessuron stayed at home to await the advent of Cynthia.