Authors: Andre Norton
“ 'Ere 'e be, Cap'n,” he announced and then, before Justin could interfere, he was back out through the panel and had slapped the sliding door to, leaving Blade captive on the wrong side.
There was light here, but the light of thick yellowish candles, not that of honest day. And the smell of age-old foulness was sour enough to choke a man.
“See! It is true, what I said!” shrilled a voice Justin knew very well.
Hunched on a stool, his elbows resting on a table, his hands supporting his sharp chin, sat Sir Francis Hynde thoroughly at ease and enjoying his company to the full. But his companionsâ Justin blinked and hoped that he had made no other revealing sign. After all he had never really believed that Nat Creagh, Quittance and Cheap were as dead as the world wished them. This was only his private nightmare dragged out into the light at long last.
“Aye, Sir Francis, you spoke trueâ” That was Cheap with his devilish purr. Even in this filthy hole he went in a laced shirt and with polished boots on his feet.
Now Quittance, still in his greasy half-breed's disguise,
was more in tune with his surroundings and did not look out of place against the mildewed wall. And Creaghâ well, Creagh was his old brutal self.
“Not so pleased to see old friends, are you, Master Scarface? By the cut of that coat you've come up in the world since last we met. I hear that you find favor with our dear Sir Robert these daysâ”
There was only one card left for him to play nowâone card which might just bring both Francis and himself out of this danger. If he could trick Cheapâ? And if his plan did not work he would be in no worse state than he stood now.
“What makes you so sure that I have a liking for this coat, Captain Cheap?” he asked as calmly as he could.
And with that he had caught Cheap's interest. “So? And what mean you by that, young cock? Your story had better be a pleasing oneâwell thought ofâor Creagh shall have youâyou and your young friend here.”
“When they told me that you were not taken, nor had your body been found, I suspected that somewhere within Bridgetown there were those who knew the true tale. I tried to find such a oneâDanby can tell youâ”
To his overwhelming relief Quittance nodded at that. “Aye. Johns told me so this very day. Scarface has been asking for âmen from the sea.' ”
“Th' better t' set we'uns in jail,” croaked Creagh. “Why list t' 'is lyin' tongue, Cap'n?'
“Ayeâwhat about that, Scarface? When last we met you were in no mood to welcome us as friends. I wonder that your back is skinned againâthat was a well-laid flogging,” mused Cheap.
Justin shrugged. “There are worse things than floggings, Captain Cheapâsay a well-stretched neck! Do you think that a man in this town trusts me or that I have aught to look forward to in the end but being sold as a bondsman? Oh, aye, I have Sir Robert's interest nowâbut how long will that last? He is like all the gentryâfickle in his favor. And a flogging is better than the slave brand. When a man's been free, he has no liking for ill looks and upheld nosesâ”
“Upheld noses?” snorted Creagh. “Well, in th' 'our, bully boy, ye'll not 'ave one left t' cock!”
“Wait!” Cheap's hand slapped the table top. “I wonderâ” He was eyeing Justin as if he had suddenly seen the boy sprout wingsâor, as was more likely in their world, horns and a tail. “A man may be wrongâeven I may have been wrong! So you have no liking for Sir Robert?”
“No liking and no disliking. He is a great gentleman, I am a reprieved pirateâhe does not have dealings with such as me. He has kept me under his hand hoping to have news of you or of Tortuga out of me. But that is all.”
“No liking or no disliking. Well, that be fair enough. So these pious dogs who kennel in Bridgetown look down their noses at a pirate? Well enough. I think, Scarface, that the years behind us have been sadly misspent. We should be friends, you and I, not at swords' points. It seems that we may have something in common after all. And Sir Francis has already told me that you have been unusually discreet concerning my affairs. I was touched by that, really I was, my boy. But when I have heard the rest of your story mayhap I shall even have occasion to bless the day when I picked you out of the gutter for one of my crew.”
“There's little more to my tale, Captain. I've been at the palace under Sir Robert's eye most of the time.”
“He has been teaching me the sword,” struck in Sir Francis eagerly. “Do you know, Captain Cheap, he can use the sword with either handâ?”
“So have you said before,” commented the Captain with some impatience. “It appears, Scarface, that there is much about you that I do not know. Have you any other strange accomplishments? What other tricks have you used to dazzle Sir Robert?”
“None. He has little interest in me.”
Cheap laughed. “Strange. Most strange. Quite the cream of the whole jest. Some day I must share it with you, Scarface, and then you will laugh too. Has he never asked you of the past?”
“Of Tortuga, aye. He wanted to know who were the Lords nowadays and once he asked of a ship called the
Maid of Cathay.”
“The
Maid of Cathay,
eh?” Cheap smiledâvery happily and very evilly. “Aye, that would interest him. And you answered him then?”
“What could I answer but the truth? I have never heard of her.”
“No, you have not. She was before your time, long before your time. So that memory is still green in Sir Robert's skull, is it? Faith, Fate begins to show me her full grin at last. This time when we play, all the winning tricks lie in my hand. And there are some very good onesâMaster Shrimpton, Sir Francis and youâyou, my dear Scarfaceâ you!”
Chapter Thirteen
“DAMME, I'M AN ADMIRAL!”
“WHAT IS your game, Captain?” A month ago he might not have dared such a question. But now, with Francis here and little hope for the escape of either of them, he was emboldened to face up to Cheap.
“A very simple one, Scarface.” Luckily the Captain was not annoyed, indeed he appeared to be pleased by such bold tackling. And as usual he enjoyed an audience to
which he might display the wisdom and ability of Jonathan Cheap. “I am meeting Sir Robert Scarlett with full force at long last. And this time the tune is of my choosing. He has one sloop of war in the harbor. And Master Shrimpton has a tall brig of which he is not unduly proud. At sea Sir Robert has a brig, a ketch, and two more sloopsâand some faint call upon such of Her Majesty's navy as is cruising these waters. And Iâ Damme, I'm an admiral! I have a fleet within callâ”
“A fleet!” It was not necessary to pretend to be impressed âhe was. And such a feat was not beyond reason. Had Cheap been able to win over even one or two of the other Lords he might well have a fleet at his service.
“Look at the goggle eyes of him!” Cheap bade his companions. “Aye, Scarface, 'tis time Captain Cheap proves his mettle. That brig in the harbor sails tonightâwith a new master. You are fronting him now, boy. The old one was a cautious man and Danby Johns' tall tales have grown with their repeating along the water front. A captain must be paid more than Shrimpton's before he runs through pirate boarding-fire of his free will. We'll rendezvous with my fleet and thenâ”
Creagh smacked fat lips as if over a full measure of ale and Quittance gave a sharp sound, half laugh, half grunt of approval. Whatever Cheap's plan might be, he had won these two to full agreement with it.
“We did well to wait this last dayâit always behooves a man to be prudent in small matters,” observed the Captain. “By waiting I have added two fine recruits to our companyâour old friend Scarface and Sir Francis here.”
Justin moved up to the table. “You don't want the boy,”
he said. “He's a milk and water suckling and will only be an hindrance to you. I've had the governing of him this past week and am heartily sick of his tempers.”
At this outburst Sir Francis lost a little of his ready assurance; he stared at Justin as if he were seeing a stranger instead of a familiar companion. But Cheap's smile widened into a mocking grin.
“Soooâ And yet, since Sir Francis has been kind enough to return a lost trinket of mine, thus laying me under obligation to him, I cannot so cross his wishes. He is all afire to be one of usâor so he has said. And I am not one to bind youth too closely to peaceful waysâgreen years yearn for adventure and should have what they wish. Then, too, he has some loving kin hereabouts and in time to comeâwhen our plan is finished and we have wonâmayhap they will be glad to receive him back, at a fitting price, of course. No, curb your impatience, Scarface. Sir Francis sails with us. And you too. I trust that you now have no reason to remain ashore?”
“I?” Justin was able to force a laugh which sounded halfway natural in his own ears and which none of them seemed to find amiss. “Why should I wish to remain here? Cocklyn would have the head off my shoulders if you left me and took the boy. And here I am neither fish nor fowl. A-sea I may be fish againâ”
Cheap nodded. “Aye, that you may. And now, since Major Cocklyn has seen fit to place Sir Francis in your care, who am I to quarrel with his judgment? When first we met I was much impressed with the Major's wisdom. So the lad will continue with you and you shall be answerable
to me for him. Remember, this time no running away. While we are still ashore Creagh shall have an eye to the both of you. And you know Creagh. Now Quittance, 'tis time to be going. Let us see to our night's work.”
The Captain and his mate left them to the doubtful company of the boatswain who dropped down heavily on the stool Quittance had occupied and fell to peeling his broken nails with his sash knife. For the first time since he had been pushed into this company Justin drew a really full breath. He wanted to talk with Francis but what he wanted to say could not be voiced before Creagh and Nat showed no intention of leaving them. As far as Justin could see they were fairly trapped and there was no escapeâunless Amos had roused the Major and they had ordered out the soldiers to beat up the district. Even then there was no certainty of the boys being found in this rats' hole. If Francis had only done as he had been bid and had carried that message! But if he were going to start listing the “if onlys” he could spend the rest of the day at that profitless employment and receive nothing in return. There must be a way out of thisâa way a clever man like Sir Robert could see in a trice. Only he wasn't that cleverâhe'd be lucky if he lasted out the night without landing in the sea with a cracked head.
Cheap had been unusually amiable this far. But the Captain's good nature was prone to storms and then he was apt to lash out upon the nearest target. Cheap, Quittance and Creaghâone like water washing through one's fingers, never to be caught and held, one indifferent to aught but his own concerns, and the last one not to be
trusted any more than one would trust a frenzied dog. They'd never let
him
go but they mustn't take the boy. Francis wouldn't survive a week in that company if he lost Cheap's protection and
that
was a chancy thing at the best, as who knew better than Justin Blade.
“Have you killed many men?”
Creagh was not as astonished at that sudden question as was Justin. It seemed to amuse him and he laughed, the stubs of his yellow teeth showing in the candlelight.
“Enough t' please th' Devil right well, brat,” he returned.
“With that knife?”
Creagh held up the weapon with which he had been assaulting his finger tips and eyed it judiciously. “Well, some few, aye. This toad-splitter I did get me from an Injun o' th' coast. No doubt 'e 'ad it from a Don. Good steel that.” He rang the blade against the table, and then leered horribly at Sir Francis. “Good for throat-cuttin'.”
But Sir Francis refused to frighten. Instead he put on an oddly solemn air, as if considering a problem.
“Sir Robert always says a man needs good tools for his trade. So I expect you need the best knives. But that one isn't as pretty as the one I foundâthe one with a horse on it.”
Creagh shifted on his stool as if he were uncomfortable. It was plain that this interview was not proceeding according to his ideas of what was right and proper. To be faced down by a cub who accepted throat-cutting as part of pirate trade and showed no fear of the cutterâwell, that was more than the boatswain had expected. Now he was more puzzled than angered, but Justin knew the hot rage which might rise from such baiting.
“Do not plague Master Creagh with childish questions!” he ordered Francis. “Be quiet and reflect upon the folly which has brought you hereâ”
But such pomposity was only a match to the tinder of Francis Hynde's temper. He grew quite red in the face and his small hands doubled into fists.
“Do not speak so to me, youâyou unhung rogue! I shall ask Captain Cheap to have you flogged again. He is my friend and a real pirate. He wouldn't take the Queen's Pardon to save his neck. Heâ”
“Will take the proper steps to shut that mouth of yours, Francis, if you cannot learn to shut it yourself. Captain Cheap has little liking for talkâ” ("Except his own,” Justin added silently.) “And you will also be civil if you wish your own back to remain unscarred. Since you have chosen to be a pirate you needs must obey their laws. Now be quiet before your elders!”
His firmness had its effect. Francis glowered, probably meditating revenge. But Creagh grinned.
“Mighty âandy wi' yer own tongue, bean't ye, Scarface? Ye've learned more from th' gentry then jes' 'ow t' wear a coat. An' yer dead right 'bout this 'ere brat. Keep 'is mouth shut on 'im, 'e talks too much.
A thump on the sliding door put a period to his speech and he got up to go to the opening crack where he listened to a thin whispering. He growled back an answer before spitting over his shoulder at Justin:
“Th' Cap'n wants me. Ye stay 'ere an' try no tricks. Thar'll be one outside wi' a knife an' 'e knows well 'ow t' use it. Ye bide âere 'til ye're fetched.”
He pushed through the slit door and promptly closed
it behind him, leaving the boys alone for the first time. Justin stood over Francis so that listening ears might not hear all he had to say.
“Did you give my message to Major Cocklyn?”
But Francis' answer was the one he had already expected. “I'm no slave to run your bidding, Scarface. I went to Sir Robert, but he was not at homeâand for that I am now glad. Otherwise I would not have met Captain Cheap! And you should be happy for it too, Scarface, since you say that you have wished to
join with the pirates again. My uncle and Sir Robert would be pleased to hear of that, wouldn't they? Mayhap Master Shrimpton was rightâmayhap you are a pirate spy! My uncle should be told of thatâ always prating of you he is, of how you have the proper mettle in you and are well worth schoolingâOh, I have heard him speak with Sir Robert of it. My uncle thinks well of youâScarface! But he'll change his mind when he hears of this. And Captain Cheap thinks well of meâhe thinks that I have the proper mettle. Mayhap I'll be governor some dayâpirates have been, you know!”
The festering jealousy boiled out like poison from the twisted lips of the younger boy. Justin drew back the hand he had been about to lay upon Francis' shoulder as if that unchildish fire had scorched him. How Francis must hate him! And with Hynde in this mood any warning he might speak would fall on willfully deaf ears. The Baronet was as dangerous as a cocked pistol in the hands of a blind fool. Why, the boy would swear to anything, and do it cheerfully, if he thought that it would harm Justin. This was no time to talk to him of escape.
As for himselfâhe dared not attempt it without Francis.
The boy could not survive among Cheap's wild crew should the Captain withdraw his protection and if he, Scarface, were there to draw attention now and then to the captive's value, that protection might hold longer than Cheap's other whims had done in the past. Just now Francis was a toy, but that state of affairs would not last. No, he himself would have to remain to the end. Only if he sailed now with Cheap there would be no coming backâever. A man did not gain the Queen's Pardon twice. And one who had broken his word was hung speedily when taken.
Justin sighed. What an end to all his fine plans. Life was as it had always been before. Save that he would have the added burden of watching over Francis.
“Captain Cheap has a small sword to match the knife I found,” the younger boy broke the silence. He was too full of his good fortune to keep mumface with Justin in spite of his jealousy. “He said he will give it to me if I can prove that I can properly use it. Even Sir Robert has not so fine a one!”
Justin made one last attempt. “Listen to me carefully and well, Francis. Captain Cheap, I'll grant you, can play the great gentleman when he wishes. But he is not always so, and tomorrow he may, like as not, give you a taste of the rope's end across your hideâshould you raise his ill-humor. It is not a gay life aboard his shipsâI can swear to that. But if you escaped now and got back to your uncle or Sir Robert with the news of Cheap and his men being hereâthen you would be thought a brave boy with a cool head on his shoulders. Would that not be fine?”
There was a tight, peevish look on the Baronet's face as if he wereâin a manner of speakingâclosed to suggestion.
And when he shrilled answer it was the one Justin had feared.
“No. I am going with Captain Cheap as he has promised that I should. And he is not as you say at allâhe is a kind gentleman and laughs much!”
It was dusk when they were at last brought out of the Harp and Bottleâthe thick dusk of the tropics which is so soon night. And the stars overhead were bright. Justin glanced back once over his shoulder at the dark mass of Bridgetown where winking lights, softer than the stars, had appeared here and there among the houses. By all reckoning this was the last look he would have at the place and it was a hurried one, for he was hustled into a ship's boat.
They were rowed out to the ship which was a darker blot against the water and clambered aboard by the aid of a rope ladder which must be felt, rather than seen, in the gloom. Once on deck neither Justin nor Francis were given a chance to look around, but were pushed below into the great cabin which, they found in some confusion as if a scuffle had taken place there.
Mechanically Justin righted an emptied goblet which was rolling across the table and picked up from the floor a mass of torn and crumpled papers. Francis had run to the stern lockers and had half hunched his shoulders through one of the narrow windows so that he could look out into the harbor.