After each lightning flash a shudder4 ran through the forest, the branches murmured softly, and the leaves sighed.
Tom thought the matter over, and calculated.
“It’ll take them an hour and-a-half,” he said, “to get down where they want to go. They won’t be more than half-an-hour breakin’ into the bank and openin’ the safe. Then they’ll come up with the tide in an hour. They’ll be in a bigger hurry to get away than they were to go down. That will fetch ’em home some time before twelve o’clock. Je-rusalem!”
“I say,” asked Dave, as the storm began to abate6, “do you believe in ghosts?”
“I dunno,” said Tom, peering round the barn; “did you see anything?”
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“No,” replied Dave, looking round also; “did you?”
“No; I thought you did. I’ve heard a good deal about ghosts, though. There used to be a ghost of a woman up at Mackenzie’s Crossing. She used to stand just by the fence goin’ down to the punt. I heard the old man and Jock Mackenzie talking about it. Lots o’ people seen her. Jock Mackenzie he seen her ’imself one night comin’ home from the pub, an’ he swore off the liquor, an’ never teched a drop; an’ twelve months to the day he seen the woman’s ghost he died.”
Dave shuddered7.
“That woman must a’ been murdered,” he said.
“Yes,” replied Tom, “I never heard of a ghost that hadn’t been murdered. They never ketched the man that did it yet, but he will be ketched, because murder’s got to come out.”
“I say,” queried8 Dave, presently, “suppose these coves10 that’s goin’ down the river to-night murders somebody?”
“Well, suppose they do?” repeated Tom.
“It ’ud be awful wouldn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Tom, “it would; but it ’ud be a throw-in for us.”
“I don’t see how it would.”
“No, you don’t, because you got no sense, but I do. I reckon there’d be a big reward, and we’d git the money.”
“But,” asked Dave, after consideration, “they might say we oughter gone an’ told about it when we heard ’em plannin’ to do it.”
“Who’s to know we ’eard ’em plannin’?” asked Tom.[54] “Look ’ere, Dave Gibson, it strikes me you better leave things to me, an’ keep your mouth shut, or you’ll put the whole game away. You know as much about this detective an’ pirate business as a dog knows about Sunday.”
“Well,” retorted Dave, “I ain’t frightened, or I wouldn’t be ’ere.”
“No,” replied Tom, magnanimously. “I give you credit for what you deserve, but an ounce o’ discretion11’s worth a pound o’ taller, as I heard the old schoolmaster say, an’ you got no discretion to speak of.”
“Anyhow,” replied Dave, in self-defence, “you’re older than me twelve months; but I ain’t funked any more than you ’ave.”
“Ain’t I givin’ you credit for it?” said Tom. “I say, the storm’s breakin.’ It’s gettin’ quite bright out under.”
The rain fell less heavily, the thunder was not so loud and frequent. Gradually the heavy pall12 of black cloud lifted, and the stars shone out brightly beneath.
As soon as it cleared up and the drip was finished, the lads shinned down the pole, and went back and hid in the lantana again.
Tom said they’d go watches. Dave could have first watch.
It might have been near midnight when Dave woke out of a doze13 to hear the sound of oars15 coming up stream.
He put his hand over Tom’s mouth and pinched him.
Tom let out a muffled16 roar.
He had been fast asleep and dreaming.
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“Hist!” exclaimed Dave. “They’re comin’.”
“I wasn’t frightened,” whispered Tom, in explanation, “but I thought you was the devil. Yes, that’s them. They’re close in too.”
The boat came in quietly.
The men landed. One of them struck a match and lit a lantern. The light flickered17 round the bushes, and Tom and Dave by a spontaneous impulse tried to make themselves invisible.
“Give us the lantern. Frenchy,” said the man who was holding the match, “and let us have a look at the spoil.”
The other man lifted a heavy bag out of the boat.
“Sovereigns!” cried the first speaker; “must be four or five hundred of ’em.”
Tom’s heart thumped18 against his ribs19.
“Vere shall ve cache our riches?” asked the foreigner. “Eet ees not for long, but ve must get ze place of safety. Oui.”
“That’s so,” replied the other. “Along the bank in the scrub ’ere’s as good as anywhere. We don’t want to go too far in. We’ll leave the boat just as we found her.”
They stumbled along the edge.
The foreigner carried the bag, and the other man went ahead with the lantern.
“It ain’t good to hang round any longer than we can help,” he said, presently. “Somebody might see the light. There’s a myrtle with a hollow butt20 about here somewhere. Let’s see! Yes, here it is. This is good enough for now.”
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“Oui, zat vill do,” agreed the Frenchman.
Tom and Dave, looking through the bushes, saw two shadowy figures apparently21 scraping at the foot of a tree!
“They’re hidin’ the money there,” whispered Tom in Dave’s ear.
He could hardly speak for excitement.
Dave was trembling like a top-heavy jelly in the hands of a hurrying waiter.
“What will we do if they see us?” he asked.
“Run,” replied Tom. “Them coves wouldn’t think twice about cuttin’ our throats. The German cove9’s got a knife in ’is belt. Keep quiet!”
The admonition was unnecessary. Dave was devoting all his energies to keeping quiet. His whole soul was in it.
The robbers took some time to hide their booty. Tom and Dave could see that the foreigner was holding the lantern against the trunk of the tree, shading it with his body on one side and concentrating the light as much as possible on his companion, who knelt down, and was carefully covering the bag over with loose soil and leaves.
The faces of both men were towards them.
Suddenly they saw the Frenchman, acting22, perhaps, on some swift murderous impulse, draw his knife and plunge23 it to the hilt in his accomplice’s back!
The latter, uttering a choking cry, fell forward. The light went out. The bush was in darkness. The boys clung to each other in a convulsion of fear and horror!
The Murder.
Tom Pagdin, Pirate. Page 56.
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A murder had been committed right before their eyes! A human being had been stricken down, knifed, killed, almost at their feet.
Either boy felt that he could have screamed aloud, but the icy hand of fear was on the heart of each.
They dared not utter a word, but held one another, trembling, palpitating, sick with dread24.
Then they heard other sounds. A groan25, as if a dying man in agony, a muffled voice—which Tom described after as if someone had thrust a knife into cold meat—the noise of somebody dragging a heavy body along the ground, and then an ominous26 splash in the water, which sent their blood cold.
After this came an interval27 seemingly centuries in length. The murderer was groping for the lantern. He found and lit it, and holding it close to the ground, began scraping over the loose soil about the tree with his foot hurriedly—as Tom told Dave afterwards to cover up the blood.
Something, a wild animal, stirred in the bush. The assassin blew out the light again quickly. The stillness which followed was almost beyond their endurance.
They were impulsed to get up and run for their lives, but their fears held them chained, glued to the spot.
Having waited long enough to assure himself that there was nobody about, the murderer crept to the water’s edge. They could hear him softly washing his hands, and then at last he sneaked28 away in the thick darkness.
The younger boy, overwrought and almost crazed with fear, commenced sobbing29 bitterly.
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Tom held him in his arms and tried to soothe30 him in hollow whispers.
His own voice was broken and hysterical31.
“Let us go home and tell them,” sobbed32 Dave. “I wish I hadn’t come. Oh! I wish I hadn’t ever gone piratin’, I do! It’s awful!”
Tom thought a while.
“No,” he muttered. “We better not do that; not yet.”
“Why?” asked Dave. “Why not? I will if you don’t!”
“You’d better not,” said Tom.
“I will!” protested Dave. “I will!”
“If we do,” said Tom, grimly, “that cove will kill us both. Besides we mightn’t be believed. An’ besides they might say we did it ourselves.”
“Us?” said Dave, a new horror overtaking him.
“Yes,” replied Tom; “an’ it’s ten to one we’d both get ’ung.”
“But we never did it,” cried Dave.
“No,” responded Tom; “but there’s many an innocent cove gets ’ung.”
“What’ll we do?” sobbed Dave. “It’s too horrible for anything. What will we do?”
“I dunno,” replied Tom, in a shaky voice. “I never reckoned on anything like this. I wouldn’t a’ come either if I had. I’d rather be larruped!”
“So would I,” moaned Dave, “I’d rather be whaled every day an’ twice on Sunday all me life. I would.”
“Lemme think a minute,” said Tom. “I’m all froze.”
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“I’m sick and froze,” groaned33 Dave.
“So’m I. I saw the knife. Did you?”
“Yes,” sobbed Dave. “I saw him draw it out an’ stick it into ’im.”
“Yes,” shuddered Tom, “an’ I saw him fall on his face.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Dave. “Did you ’ear ’im?”
“Don’t!” said Tom, “I can ’ear ’im now. Hist! what’s that?”
Dave lay still and shivering.
He was too terrified to speak.
“It’s only a paddymelon,” remarked Tom, presently.
“Do you think he’s gone?” whispered Dave.
“Yes,” replied Tom. “I heard him go. He wouldn’t stay round after doin’ a thing like that.”
“Do you think the other cove’s dead?”
“Yes,” replied Tom. “He must be. He killed him first and drowned him afterwards.”
“Good Gawd!” said Dave.
“Look ’ere,” observed the elder lad, after a pause. “The best thing we kin5 do is to get in the boat and pull down the river an’ get our swags, an’ go an’ hide for a while, anyhow.”
“But,” argued Dave, ruefully, “if we’re ketched we might get ’ung just the same.”
“We musn’t get ketched,” said Tom, sententiously.
“It’s this way,” he went on, after further consideration. “Murder will out. That German must be found out sooner or later. Suppose you an’ me went up an’ told on ’im now. He might a’ got away before we told. Or even if ’e didn’t, ’e might be arrested an’[60] break out of gaol34. Then he’d lay for us sure. He’d know he wuz goin’ to get ’ung any’ow, an’ it wouldn’t matter to ’im killin’ a couple more. He wouldn’t think twice about stickin’ ’is knife into you and me. He’d lay for you when you were roundin’ up the cows one night and out your throat—like a bull calf——”
“Don’t!” interrupted Dave, “Don’t!”
“Well, ’e would,” persisted Tom. “An’ he’d cut mine too. I don’t want to be round with my throat cut, Dave Gibson, if you do.”
“I don’t,” protested Dave, “I don’t.”
“Vary well,” continued Tom. “The only thing to do is to go down the river and ’ide till we see what turns up. Let us go an’ get the boat.”
Tom stood up shakily, and Dave trembling in every limb, followed suit.
They crawled rather than walked to the edge of the creek35. Tom drew the boat up to the log as noiselessly as possible and helped his mate in.
Poor Dave was likely to faint at any moment.
“I wish I never came piratin’,” he sobbed.
“Piratin’s right enough,” muttered Tom, sticking an oar14 in the mud and pushing out, “but these Germans is ruinin’ the country. I’ve heard the old man say that often when he wuz talkin’ politics on the punt, but I never see the meanin’ of it afore—not the true meanin’.”
They slipped out into the middle of the stream and breathed a trifle easier.
The sky was clear, and white with stars. They could hardly realize what had happened. It seemed like[61] a dream—a horrible nightmare, or some tragedy that had been played on the stage.
The boys pulled hard until they got abreast36 of the island. Each stroke which took them further away from the scene of that sudden horror lifted a weight off their minds.
It was almost daylight when they got there. But a thick fog came up with the dawn, and hidden under its friendly canopy37 they rowed round until they struck a little reedy bay, where they could not be seen from the opposite bank or noticed by chance steamers. Tired out, they ran in here, and, getting their tent unrolled, spread it over them in the boat, and stretching themselves out on the bottom, with a seat for a pillow, fell fast asleep.
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