“You have been too long away, young people, and I was on the point of setting out to look for you; however, as I have no doubt that you have plenty of good excuses to offer, you are forgiven,” he said, in his kind, cheery way. When Medley told him of the sort of characters we had seen he expressed his satisfaction that we had avoided them. “They probably belong to the schooner you saw standing in for the island the other day, Jack; and if so, the chances are that she is not the honest fisherman we supposed,” he remarked. “We must keep a watch on the fellows in case they should come this way.”
Though he said this he did not appear to be much troubled about the matter, and we were soon all seated at Mrs Bland’s tea-table in her tent. I, however, had told Pepper and Salt, whom I could trust, to be on the look-out, so that we might not be taken by surprise. We spent the evening happily as usual, Mary singing to her guitar, while the kind captain told some of his best stories, at which he always laughed most heartily himself. I made an excuse two or three times to go out, to be sure that the Kroomen were on the alert, and I also visited the seamen’s tent, and told them to be ready to turn out if necessary.
“All right, Jack,” said the captain, guessing what I had been about. “You’ve got the wise prudence of a careful officer in you, though I don’t think the roistering crew Medley saw will attempt to make their way to-night thus far from their camp.”
When I again sat down the captain told the last of his stories for the night, and Mary sang another song; but scarcely had her sweet notes died away than Pepper’s rough voice was heard shouting, “Who go dere! Stop or shoot!”
“Who says that?” exclaimed an English voice, though as gruff as the black’s.
“I say dat,” cried Salt, who was at some distance from his companion. “Take care—I see you.”
I guessed that the Kroomen, favoured by the colour of their skins, had concealed themselves, so that the intruders were puzzled as to their whereabouts, and afraid to approach. Medley and I hurried out of the tent, and calling up the seamen, who followed us with their muskets, went to where the Kroomen were posted. The ground rising slightly, we could see several dark figures in front of us against the sky moving about, but I doubted whether they could make us out. If the pirates, for such we had good reason to suppose they were, had expected to take us by surprise they were disappointed. Our men cocked their muskets with loud clicks, which might easily have been heard by them. We waited in silence to see what they would do, but they seemed undecided. Presently we were joined by Captain Bland.
“What is it you want here, my men?” he shouted. “We can receive no visitors to-night. To-morrow morning if you come back we will hear what you have to say.”
The pirates must have guessed who spoke to them, for one of them immediately answered, “Just listen, captain; we want some bread and rum, and salted pork, and a supply of powder and lead, with some shot, and a few other things. We wish to be moderate, but the things we must have to-morrow morning as soon as you can send on board for them if you haven’t brought enough on shore.”
“As to that I can make no promise, so goodnight to you, men,” said the captain, in a firm tone.