“I’m on the bodyguard4 at Rabat. The Sultan’s building there now. Skalas all round and seven new mosques5 are the order, I hear—we’ll all be carrying bricks soon. I rode over to see you.”
Ortho shook his head. “No, but I’ve had my troubles, and”—indicating the sailor’s bandaged eye and his crutch—“so have you, it seems.”
“Curse me, yes! Fell in with a fat Spanisher off Ortegal and mauled him down to a sheer hulk when up romps7 a brace8 of American ‘thirties’ and serves me cruel. If it hadn’t been for nightfall and a shift of wind I should have been a holy angel by now. Bad times, boy, bad times. Too many warships9 about, and all merchantmen sailing in convoy10. I tell you I shall be glad when there’s a bit of peace and good-will on earth again. Just now everybody’s armed and it’s plaguy hard to pick up an honest living.”
“Governor here, aren’t you?” Ortho inquired.
“Aye. Soft lie-abed shore berth11 till my wounds heal and we can get back to business. Fog in the river?”
“Thick; couldn’t see across.”
“It’s lying on the sea like a blanket,” said MacBride. “I’ve been watching it from my tower. Come along and see the girls. They’re all here save Tama; she runned away with a Gharb sheik when I was cruising—deceitful slut!—but I’ve got three new ones.”
Ayesha and Schems-ed-dah were most welcoming. They had grown somewhat matronly, but otherwise time seemed to have left them untouched. As ever they were gorgeously dressed, bejeweled and painted up with carmine12, henna and kohl. Fluttering and twittering about their ex-slave, they plied13 him with questions. He had been to the wars? Wounded? How many men had he killed? What was his rank? A kaid rahal of cavalry14. . . . Ach! chut, chut! A great man! On the bodyguard! . . . Ay-ee! Was it true the Sultan’s favorite Circassians ate off pure gold? Was he married yet?
When he told them the recent plague in Morocco had killed both his wife and son their liquid eyes brimmed over. No whit15 less sympathetic were the three new beauties; they wept in concert, though ten minutes earlier Ortho had been an utter stranger to them. Their hearts were very tender. A black eunuch entered bearing the elaborate tea utensils16. As he turned to go, MacBride called “aji,” pointing to the ground before him.
The slave threw up his hands in protest. “Oh, no, lord, please.”
“Kneel down,” the sailor commanded. “I’ll make you spring your ribs17 laughing, Sa?d, my bonny. Give me your hand, Mohar.”
“Lord, have mercy!”
“Mercy be damned! Your hand, quick!”
The piteous great creature extended a trembling hand, was grasped by the wrist and twisted onto his back.
The five little birds of paradise tucked their robes about them and surrounded the prostrate19 slave, tittering and wriggling20 their forefingers21 at him. Even before he was touched he screamed, but when the tickling22 began in earnest he went mad, doubling, screwing, clawing the air with his toes, shrieking23 like a soul in torment—which indeed he was.
With the pearls and rosebuds it was evidently a favorite pastime; they tickled24 with diabolical25 cunning that could only come of experience, shaking with laughter and making sibilant noises the while—“Pish—piss-sh!” Finally when the miserable26 victim was rolling up the whites of his eyes, mouthing foam27 and seemed on the point of throwing a fit, MacBride released him and he escaped.
The captain wiped the happy tears from his remaining eye and turned on Ortho as one recounting an interesting scientific observation.
“Very thin-skinned for a Sambo. D’you know I believe he’d sooner take a four-bag at the gangway than a minute o’ that. I do, so help me; I believe he’d sooner be flogged. Vee-ry curious. Come up and I’ll show you my command.”
The Atlantic was invisible from the tower, sheeted under fog which, beneath a windless sky, stretched away to the horizon in woolly white billows. Ortho had an impression of a mammoth28 herd29 of tightly packed sheep.
“There’s a three-knot tide under that, sweeping30 south, but it don’t ’pear to move it much,” MacBride observed. “I’ll warrant that bank ain’t higher nor a first-rate’s topgallant yard. I passed through the western squadron once in a murk like that there. Off Dungeness, it was. All their royals was sticking out, but my little hooker was trucks down, out o’ sight.” He pointed31 to the north. “Knitra’s over there, bit of a kasba like this. Er-rhossi has it; a sturdy fellow for a Greek, but my soul what a man to drink! Stayed here for a week and ’pon my conscience he had me baled dry in two days—me! Back there’s the forest, there’s pig . . . what are you staring at?”
Ortho spun32 about guiltily. “Me? Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing. What were you saying? The forest . . .”
“What’s the matter? You look excited, like as if you’d seen something,” said MacBride suspiciously.
“I’ve seen nothing,” Ortho replied. “What should I see?”
“Blest if I know; only you looked startled.”
“I was thinking.”
“Oh, was you? Well, as I was saying, there’s a mort o’ pigs in there, wild ’uns, and lions too, by report, but I ain’t seen none. I’ll get some sport as soon as my leg heals. This ain’t much of a place though. Can’t get no money out of charcoal34 burners, not if you was to torture ’em for a year. As God is my witness I’ve done my best, but the sooty vermin ain’t got any.” He sighed. “I shall be devilish glad when we can get back to our lawful35 business again. I’ve heard married men in England make moan about their ‘family responsibilities’—but what of me? I’ve got three separate families already and two more on the way! What d’you say to that—eh?”
“You’re in hell’s own hurry all to a sudden.”
“I’m on the bodyguard, you know.”
“Well, if you must that’s an end on’t, but I was hoping you’d stop for days and we’d have a chaw over old Jerry Gish—he-he! What a man! Say, would you have the maidens38 plague that Sambo once more before you go? Would you now? Give the word!”
Ortho declined the pleasure and asked if MacBride could sell him a boat compass.
“I can sell you two or three, but what d’you want it for?”
“I’m warned for the Guinea caravan,” Ortho explained. “A couple of akkabaah have been lost lately; the guides went astray in the sands. I want to keep some check on them.”
“I thought the Guinea force went out about Christmas.”
“No, this month.”
“Well, you know best, I suppose,” said the captain and gave him a small compass, refusing payment.
“Come back and see us before you go,” he shouted as Ortho went out of the gate.
“Surely,” the latter replied and rode southwards for Sallee at top speed, knowing full well that, unless luck went hard against him, so far from seeing Ben MacBride again he would be out of the country before midnight.
While Ourida lived, life in Morocco had its compensations; with her death it had become insupportable. He had ridden down to the sea filled with a cold determination to seize the first opportunity of escape and, if none occurred, to make one. Plans had been forming in his mind of working north to Tangier, there stealing a boat and running the blockade into beleaguered39 Gibraltar, some forty miles distant, a scheme risky40 to the point of foolhardiness. But remain he would not.
Now unexpectedly, miraculously41, an opportunity had come. Despite his denials he had seen something from MacBride’s tower; the upper canvas of a ship protruding42 from the fog about a mile and a half out from the coast, by the cut and the long coach-whip pennant43 at the main an Englishman. Just a glimpse as the royals rose out of a trough of the fog billows, just the barest glimpse, but quite enough. Not for nothing had he spent his boyhood at the gates of the Channel watching the varied44 traffic passing up and down. And a few minutes earlier MacBride had unwittingly supplied him with the knowledge he needed, the pace and direction of the tide. Ortho knew no arithmetic, but common sense told him that if he galloped45 he should reach Sallee two hours ahead of that ship. She had no wind, she would only drift. He drove his good horse relentlessly46, and as he went decided47 exactly what he would do.
It was dark when he reached the Bab Sebta, and over the low-lying town the fog lay like a coverlet.
He passed through the blind town, leaving the direction to his horse’s instinct, and came out against the southern wall. Inquiring of an unseen pedestrian, he learnt he was close to the Bab Djedid, put his beast in a public stable near by, detached one stirrup, and, feeling his way through the gate, struck over the sand banks towards the river. He came on it too far to the west, on the spit where it narrows opposite the Kasba Oudaia of Rabat; the noise of water breaking at the foot of the great fortress49 across the Bon Regreg told him as much.
Turning left-handed, he followed the river back till he brought up against the ferry boats. They were all drawn50 up for the night; the owners had gone, taking their oars51 with them. “Damnation!” His idea had been to get a man to row him across and knock him on the head in midstream; it was for that purpose that he had brought the heavy stirrup. There was nothing for it now but to rout52 a man out—all waste of precious time!
There was just a chance some careless boatman had left his oars behind. Quickly he felt in the skiffs. The first was empty, so was the second, the third and the fourth, but in the fifth he found what he sought. It was a light boat too, a private shallop and half afloat at that. What colossal53 luck! He put his shoulders to the stem and hove—and up rose a man.
“Who’s that? Is that you, master?”
Ortho sprang back. Where had he heard that voice before? Then he remembered; it was Puddicombe’s. Puddicombe had not returned to Algiers after all, but was here waiting to row “Sore Eyes” across to Rabat to a banquet possibly.
“Who’s that?”
Ortho blundered up against the stem, pretending to be mildly drunk, mumbling54 in Arabic that he was a sailor from a trading felucca looking for his boat.
“Well, this is not yours, friend,” said Puddicombe. “Try down the beach. But if you take my advice you’ll not go boating to-night; you might fall overboard and get a drink of water which, by the sound of you, is not what thou art accustomed to.” He laughed at his own delightful55 wit.
Ortho stumbled into the fog, paused and thought matters over. To turn a ferryman out might take half an hour. Puddicombe had the only oars on the beach, therefore Puddicombe must give them up.
He lurched back again, steadied himself against the stem and asked the Devonian if he would put him off to his felucca, getting a flat refusal. Hiccuping56, he said there was no offense57 meant and asked Puddicombe if he would like a sip58 of fig59 brandy. He said he had no unsurmountable objection, came forward to get it, and Ortho hit him over the head with the stirrup iron as hard as he could lay in. Puddicombe toppled face forwards out of the boat and lay on the sand without a sound or a twitch60.
“I’m sorry I had to do it,” said Ortho, “but you yourself warned me to trust nobody, above all a fellow renegado. I’m only following your own advice. You’ll wake up before dawn. Good-by.”
He went aground on the sand-spit, and rowing away from that very nearly stove the boat in on a jag of rock below the Kasba Oudaia. The corner passed, steering62 was simple for a time, one had merely to keep the boat pointed to the rollers. Over the bar he went, slung63 high, swung low, tugged64 on to easy water, and striking a glow on his flint and steel examined the compass.
Thus occasionally checking his course by the needle he pulled due west. He was well ahead of the ship, he thought, and by getting two miles out to sea would be lying dead in her track. Before long the land breeze would be blowing sufficient to push the fog back, but not enough to give the vessel65 more than two or three knots; in that light shallop he could catch her easily, if she were within reasonable distance.
Reckoning he had got his offing, he swung the boat’s head due north and paddled gently against the run of the tide.
Time progressed; there was no sign of the ship or the land breeze that was to reveal her. For all he knew he might be four miles out to sea or one-half only. He had no landmarks66, no means of measuring how far he had come except by experience of how long it had taken him to pull a dinghy from point to point at home in Monks67 Cove48; yet somehow he felt he was about right.
Time went by. The fog pressed about him in walls of discolored steam, clammy, dripping, heavy on the lungs. Occasionally it split, revealing dark corridors and halls, abysses of Stygian gloom; rolled together again. A hundred feet overhead it was clear night and starry68. Where was that breeze?
More time passed. Ortho began to think he had failed and made plans to cover the failure. It should not be difficult. He would land on the sands opposite the Bab Malka, overturn the boat, climb over the walls and see the rest of the night out among the Mussulman graves. In the morning he could claim his horse and ride into camp as if nothing had happened. As a slave he had been over the walls time and again; there was a crack in the bricks by the Bordj el Kbir. He didn’t suppose it was repaired; they never repaired anything. Puddicombe didn’t know who had hit him; there was no earthly reason why he should be suspected. The boat would be found overturned, the unknown sailor presumed drowned. Quite simple. Remained the Tangier scheme.
By this time, being convinced that the ship had passed, he slewed69 the boat about and pulled in. The sooner he was ashore70 the better.
The fog appeared to be moving. It twisted into clumsy spirals which sagged71 in the middle, puffed72 out cheeks of vapor73, bulged74 and writhed75, drifting to meet the boat. The land breeze was coming at last—an hour too late! Ortho pulled on, an ear cocked for the growl76 of the bar. There was nothing to be heard as yet; he must have gone further than he thought, but fog gagged and distorted sound in the oddest way. The spirals nodded above him like gigantic wraiths77. Something passed overhead delivering an eerie78 screech79. A sea-gull only, but it made him jump. Glancing at the compass, he found that he was, at the moment, pulling due south. He got his direction again and pulled on. Goodness knew what the tide had been doing to him. There might be a westward80 stream from the river which had pushed him miles out to sea. Or possibly he was well south of his mark and would strike the coast below Rabat. Oh, well, no matter as long as he got ashore soon. Lying on his oars, he listened again for the bar, but could hear no murmur81 of it. Undoubtedly82 he was to the southward. That ship was halfway83 to Fedala by now.
Then, quite clearly, behind a curtain of fog, an English voice chanted: “By the Deep Nine.”
Ortho stopped rowing, stood up and listened. Silence, not a sound, not a sign. Fichus and twisted columns of fog drifting towards him, that was all. But somewhere close at hand a voice was calling soundings. The ship was there. All his fine calculations were wrong, but he had blundered aright.
“Mark ten.”
The voice came again, seemingly from his left-hand side this time. Again silence. The fog alleys84 closed once more, muffling85 sound. The ship was there, within a few yards, yet this cursed mist with its fool tricks might make him lose her altogether. He hailed with all his might. No answer. He might have been flinging his shout against banks of cotton wool. Again and again he hailed.
Suddenly came the answer, from behind his back apparently86.
“Ahoy there . . . who are you?”
“?’Scaped English prisoner! English prisoner escaped!”
There was a pause; then, “Keep off there . . . none of your tricks.”
“No tricks . . . I am alone . . . alone,” Ortho bawled87, pulling furiously. He could hear the vessel plainly now, the creak of her tackle as she felt the breeze.
“Keep off there, or I’ll blow you to bits.”
“If you fire a gun you’ll call the whole town out,” Ortho warned.
“What town?”
“Sallee.”
“Christ!” the voice ejaculated and repeated his words. “He says we’re off Sallee, sir.”
Ortho pulled on. He could see the vessel by this, a blurred89 shadow among the steamy wraiths of mist, a big three-master close-hauled on the port tack88.
Said a second voice from aft: “Knock his bottom out if he attempts to board . . . no chances.”
“Boat ahoy,” hailed the first voice. “If you come alongside I’ll sink you, you bloody90 pirate. Keep off.”
Ortho stopped rowing. They were going to leave him. Forty yards away was an English ship—England. He was missing England by forty yards, England and the Owls’ House!
He jerked at his oars, tugged the shallop directly in the track of the ship and slipped overboard. They might be able to see his boat, but his head was too small a mark. If he missed what he was aiming at he was finished; he could never regain91 that boat. It was neck or nothing now, the last lap, the final round.
He struck to meet the vessel—only a few yards.
She swayed towards him, a chuckle92 of water at her cut-water; tall as a cliff she seemed, towering out of sight. The huge bow loomed93 over him, poised94 and crushed downwards95 as though to ride him under, trample96 him deep.
The sheer toppling bulk, the hiss97 of riven water snapped his last shred98 of courage. It was too much. He gave up, awaited the instant stunning99 crash upon his head, saw the great bowsprit rush across a shining patch of stars, knew the end had come at last, thumped100 against the bows and found himself pinned by the weight of water, his head still up. His hands, his unfailing hands had saved him again; he had hold of the bob-stay!
The weight of water was not really great, the ship had little more than steerage way. Darkness had magnified his terrors. He got across the stay without much difficulty, worked along it to the dolphin-striker, thence by the martingale to the fo’csle.
The look-out were not aware of his arrival until he was amongst them; they were watching the tiny smudge that was his boat. He noticed that they had round-shot ready to drop into it.
“Good God!” the mate exclaimed. “Who are you?”
“The man who hailed just now, sir.”
“But I thought . . . I thought you were in that boat.”
“I was, sir, but I swam off.”
“Good God!” said the mate again and hailed the poop. “Here’s this fellow come aboard after all, sir. He’s quite alone.”
An astonished “How the devil?”
“Swam, sir.”
“Pass him aft.”
Ortho was led aft. Boarding nettings were triced up and men lay between the upper deck guns girded with side arms. Shot were in the garlands and match-tubs filled, all ready. A well-manned, well-appointed craft. He asked the man who accompanied him her name.
“Elijah Impey. East Indiaman.”
“Indiaman! Then where are we bound for?”
“Bombay.”
Ortho drew a deep breath. It was a long road home.
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