Adventure stories; Fiction; Mystery fiction; Short stories
While we were thus occupied, the movement of the _Nemorosa_ gradually
became less violent; its speed at the same time diminished; and presently
after, with a sullen plunge, the anchor was discharged into the sea.
Kentish immediately rose, offered his arm, and conducted me on deck;
where I found we were lying in a roadstead among many low and rocky
islets, hovered about by an innumerable cloud of sea-fowl. Immediately
under our board, a somewhat larger isle was green with trees, set with a
few low buildings and approached by a pier of very crazy workmanship; and
a little inshore of us, a smaller vessel lay at anchor.
I had scarce time to glance to the four quarters, ere a boat was lowered.
I was handed in, Kentish took place beside me, and we pulled briskly to
the pier. A crowd of villainous, armed loiterers, both black and white,
looked on upon our landing; and again the word passed about among the
negroes, and again I was received with prostrations and the same gesture
of the flung-up hand. By this, what with the appearance of these men,
and the lawless, sea-girt spot in which I found myself, my courage began
a little to decline, and clinging to the arm of Mr. Kentish, I begged him
to tell me what it meant?
‘Nay, madam,’ he returned, ‘_you_ know.’ And leading me smartly through
the crowd, which continued to follow at a considerable distance, and at
which he still kept looking back, I thought, with apprehension, he
brought me to a low house that stood alone in an encumbered yard, opened
the door, and begged me to enter.
‘But why?’ said I. ‘I demand to see Sir George.’
‘Madam,’ returned Mr. Kentish, looking suddenly as black as thunder, ‘to
drop all fence, I know neither who nor what you are; beyond the fact that
you are not the person whose name you have assumed. But be what you
please, spy, ghost, devil, or most ill-judging jester, if you do not
immediately enter that house, I will cut you to the earth.’ And even as
he spoke, he threw an uneasy glance behind him at the following crowd of
blacks.
I did not wait to be twice threatened; I obeyed at once, and with a
palpitating heart; and the next moment, the door was locked from the
outside and the key withdrawn. The interior was long, low, and quite
unfurnished, but filled, almost from end to end, with sugar-cane,
tar-barrels, old tarry rope, and other incongruous and highly inflammable
material; and not only was the door locked, but the solitary window
barred with iron.
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