“Oh,” cried Snorro, “if I had only been there! Why did no one tell me there was such work for strong men to do?”
“Now I will tell thee a grand thing that our Jan did. Though the slaver was cutting his rigging to pieces with her shot, Jan would not fire till he was close enough to aim only at her decks. Why, Snorro? Because below her decks there was packed in helpless misery five hundred black men, besides many women and little children.”
“That was like Jan. He has a good heart.”
“But when he was close enough, he loaded his guns with grape, and ordered two men to be ready to lash the slaver to ‘The Retribution,’ the moment they touched. Under cover of the smoke, Jan and ten men boarded the slaver, but unfortunately, the force of the collision drove ‘The Retribution’ off, and Jan and his little 243 party found themselves opposed to the eighty villains who formed the slaver’s crew.
“For a moment it seemed as if they must be overpowered, but a gallant little midshipman, only fourteen years old, Snorro, think of that, gave an instant order to get out the sweeps, and almost immediately ‘The Retribution,’ was alongside, and securely lashed to her enemy. Then calling on the sailors to follow him the brave little lad boarded her, and a desperate hand to hand fight followed. After fifteen Spaniards had been killed and near forty wounded, the rest leaped below and cried for quarter.”
“Snorro would have given them just ten minutes to say a prayer, no more. It is a sin to be merciful to the wicked, it is that; and the kindness done to them is unblessed, and brings forth sin and trouble. I have seen it.”
“What thinkest thou? When Jan flung open the hatches under which the poor slaves were fastened, sixty were dead, one hundred and twenty dying. During the twenty-eight hours’ chase and fight in that terrible climate they had not been given a drop of water, and the air was putrid and hot as an oven. Most of them had 244 to be carried out in the arms of Jan’s sailors. There were seven babies in this hell, and thirty-three children between the ages of two years and seven. Many more died before Jan could reach Sierra Leone with them. This is the work Jan has been doing, Snorro; almost I wish I was a young man again, and had been with him.”
The doctor’s eyes were full; Snorro’s head was in his hands upon the table. When the doctor ceased, he stood up quivering with anger, and said, “If God would please Michael Snorro, he would send him to chase and fight such devils. He would give them the measure they gave to others, little air and less water, and a rope’s end to finish them. That would be good enough for them; it would that.”
“Well, then, thou wilt go to Jan?”
“I must go to-morrow. How can I wait longer? Is there a mail boat in the harbor?”