“This way, friend Stump!” cried Marline, “we must form a barricade.”
The shipkeeper came, and the two proceeded to erect a sort of breastwork with a sofa, a few chairs and a table, which were firmly secured with ratlin stuff across the doorway of Alice’s apartment. The whole work was completed with great dispatch, and was viewed with much satisfaction by the two sailors, for they felt confident that they could prevent the mutineers from passing this barrier.
Alice, who had been led by Marline to the further corner of the apartment, stood with clasped hands and pale cheeks watching the movements of her friends, and it was with a sinking heart that she at length heard the door of the cabin give way with a tremendous crash before the repeated blows of the ax!
Then a terrific yell broke upon her ear, as the savage Driko, flourishing a sharp hatchet around his head, and followed by the rest of the mutineers, armed with long lances, rushed down the companion-way.
“This way, lads! this way!” roared Tom Lark, from the run, “I am tied hand and foot! Come and set me free—quick! I am dying to give them two rascals a lesson on equal rights!”
“None of that, you infarnal pow-wow!” cried Stump, pointing his pistol at the head of the Kanaka, who was now moving toward the hatch, “none of that or you are a dead fish! It’s parfectly astonishing,” he added, “to hear such an imp of Satan as that creatur’ in the hold a-prating about equal rights!”
Every one of the mutineers halted. The sight of Stump’s weapon, and the rifle in Marline’s hand, had not been anticipated by these men. They looked at one another in surprise, and even seemed disposed to beat a retreat.
Observing these signs of indecision, the resolution of the harpooner was formed in an instant. Motioning to Stump to follow him, he suddenly leaped over the barricade, and coolly advanced toward the party, with the muzzle of his piece directed toward them.
“Put down your arms, and return to your duty—every man of you!” he cried, sternly, “if you value your lives! I do not feel disposed to trifle with you!”
“No, not a bit of it!” cried the doughty little shipkeeper, as he covered the head of Driko with his pistol. “You are dead pow-wows of a sartainty, if you don’t obey. You can’t expect any mercy from me, at any rate, after the way you tumbled me into the main hold!”