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"She has an ear for music," said Jean to her husband one night. "She
was crouching by me during the singing, and I heard her humming the
tune quite nicely."
"They are famous singers, some of them," said Blair. "I count a good
deal on working up to the citadel through Eargate."
The _Blackbirder_ captain was lodged in an empty cabin, and had his
meals there. He had ample time for introspective musing, for none
cared to associate with him.
In the middle of the first night Blair jumped up in a sweat of terror.
The idea had suddenly occurred to him that the hostage might make a
break for liberty or revenge by setting the ship on fire. He went
hastily to the spare cabin and found him snoring comfortably.
Nevertheless he sat there all night, and after that the man was never
left alone, day or night, till they finally got rid of him.
Twice each day some of them, with Matti as interpreter, dropped down to
the brig and saw the islanders duly fed and watered, and said a word or
two of cheer to them. And day after day the sallow crew scowled across
at the quiet ordered life on board the schooner--the pleasant, friendly
relations, the morning and evening services on deck--and cursed sparks
into its vicious eyes; but ventured no more because of the ever-present
Winchesters and the black mouth of Long Tom which gaped hungrily at
them whenever they looked that way.
Their weighted progress was slow. It was the evening of the sixth day
before the distant peaks of the Dark Islands bit up through the setting
sun, and on the morning of the seventh day they were steaming slowly
for the entrance to the lagoon.
Ha'o and Nai had refused to lie down all night. All night long they
had hung over the bows, peering into the darkness in a fever of
anticipation which left them no words. When the flaming east lit up
the giant peak they knew so well, they could scarce contain themselves.
Cannibals they were and benighted heathen, but this was home, and there
was hope in them and for them.
Captain Cathie, with admirable skill, and a couple of his whale-boats,
humoured the brig in, stern foremost, since she had no steerage-way on
her. He dropped her down the lagoon as close to the white sand spear
as he deemed advisable, then bade them drop their anchor and loose the
tow-rope, and heaved a sigh of content as his gallant little ship shook
herself free of that most undesirable partnership.
He took up a position to seaward of the brig, and Blair, and Evans, and
Ha'o, with Matti and the usual guard in attendance, went on board of
her to discharge cargo.
It was a thing to remember, one of the high times of life that stand
out in the past when other things have faded.
A great shout went up from the chaotic mass of brown men as the
white-clad figures came down the ladder and Ha'o shouted the good news
to them. He had been across each day with whoever was going, and
Blair, watching carefully this corner-stone of his enterprise, had come
to think well of him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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