“I would I could do so sooner,” he continued; “but you see by how
precarious a tenure I hold my control over these people; therefore I
must be cautious, for your sake as well as my own, or they would make
little of murdering both of us, especially as the fellow who would have
cut your throat this morning has many friends amongst them; above all, I
dare not leave them for any purpose for some days. I must recover my
seat, in which, by the necessary severity you witnessed, I have been
somewhat shaken. So goodbye; there is cold meat in that locker, and
some claret to wash it down with. Don’t, I again warn you, venture out
during the afternoon or night. I will be with you betimes in the
morning. So goodbye so long. Your cot, you see, is ready slung.”
He turned to depart, when, as if recollecting himself, he stooped down,
and taking hold of a ring, he lifted up a trap door, from which there
was a ladder leading down to the capstan-house. “I had forgotten this
entrance; it will be more convenient for me in my visits.”
In my heart I believe he intended this as a hint that I should escape
through the hole at some quiet opportunity; and he was descending the
ladder, when he stopped and looked round, greatly mortified, as it
struck me.
“I forgot to mention that a sentry has been placed, I don’t know by
whose orders, at the foot of the ladder, to whom I must give orders to
fire at you, if you venture to descend. You see how the land lies; I
can’t help it.”
This was spoken in a low tone, then aloud--“There are books on that
shelf behind the canvass screen; if you can settle to them, they may
amuse you.”
He left me, and I sat down disconsolate enough. I found some Spanish
books, and a volume of Lord Byron’s poetry, containing the first canto
of Childe Harold, two numbers of Blackwood, with several other English
books and magazines, the names of the owners on all of them being
carefully erased.
But there was nothing else that indicated the marauding life of friend
Obediah, whose apartment I conjectured was now my prison, if I except a
pretty extensive assortment of arms, pistols, and cutlasses, and a range
of massive cases, with iron clamps, which were ranged along one side of
the room. I paid my respects to the provender and claret; the hashed
chicken was particularly good; bones rather large or so, but flesh white
and delicate. Had I known that I was dining upon a guana, or large wood
lizard, I scarcely think I would have made so hearty a meal. Long cork,
No. 2, followed ditto, No. 1; and as the shades of evening, as poets
say, began to fall by the time I had finished it, I toppled quietly into
my cot, said my prayers such as they were, and fell asleep.
It must have been towards morning, from the damp freshness of the air
that came through the open window, when I was roused by the howling of a
dog, a sound which always moves me. I shook myself; but before I was
thoroughly awake, it ceased; it appeared to have been close under my
window.
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