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_ "Treachery! treachery!" screamed Pereira. "The reeds are fired, and
that witch has betrayed us."
"Ha! ha! ha! ha!" cried Otter again from his airy perch. "Treachery!
treachery! And what if the slaves are loosed? And what if the gates be
barred?"
Hitherto the mob had been silent in their fear and wonder. There they
stood closely packed, a hundred or more of them, staring first at
Otter, then at the advancing flames. Now they found tongue.
"He is a fiend! Kill him! Storm the slave camp! To the gates!" they
yelled in this language and in that.
For many it was their last earthly cry, since at that moment a sheet
of flame burst from the rampart of the camp, followed by the boom of
the cannon, and six pounds of canister swept through the crowd. Right
through them it swept, leaving a wide lane of dead and dying; and such
a shriek went up to heaven as even that place of torment had never
heard.
Then they broke and fled this way and that, screaming curses as they
went.
When Leonard and the priest had rolled down the rising bridge they
found Juanna standing safely by the guard-house, surrounded by some of
the Settlement men.
"To the gun!" he cried, "to the gun! Fire into them! I will follow
you."
Then it was that he saw Otter left to his death and called out in
fear. But Otter saved himself as has been told, and clambered down the
bridge safe and sound.
Leaning on the dwarf and Francisco, Leonard, followed by Juanna,
staggered along the earthwork to the place where the gun was mounted.
Before he had gone a step he caught sight of the figure of Soa,
outlined in bold relief against the background of the fire and
surrounded by many of the freed Settlement men. At the instant when he
saw her she was in the act of springing back from the breech of the
gun, the lanyard in her hand. Then came the roar of the shot and the
shriek of the smitten.
"/Wow!/" said Otter, "the old woman has not been idle. She is clever
as a man, that one."
Another minute and they were helping to reload the piece, that is,
except Soa, who was on her knees kissing Juanna's hands.
"Come, stop that!" said Leonard, sinking to the ground, for he was
utterly exhausted. "Those devils have gone for their arms. They will
try to storm us presently. Is the shot home, Peter? Then run her out,
sharp; and you, Soa, screw her nose down." Next he bade the freed
slaves arm themselves with stakes or anything that they could find,
for of rifles they had but four, two of which they had found in the
guard-house.
Presently the slavers came on with a yell, carrying long planks, by
the help of which they hoped to cross the dike.
"Look out!" said Leonard, "they are going to open fire. Under the
earthwork, every man of you!" And seizing Juanna who was standing
near, he pulled her down into cover.
It was not too soon, for next instant a storm of bullets swept over
them. Most of the men had understood and taken shelter, but some were
too slow or too stupid. Of these one fell dead and two more were hit.
Soa and Peter alone took no heed, and yet they remained unhurt. There
stood the woman, while the bullets whistled round her, laying the gun
as coolly as though she had served in the Royal Artillery, and with
her was the head-man, Peter. Peter was shot through the waist-cloth
and a ball cut its way through Soa's grizzled hair, but neither of
them seemed to notice these trifles.
"They are mad, Baas," cried Otter, who was watching the enemy over the
top of the embankment. "See! they are coming across the open."
Leonard looked. The dwarf was right: in their rage and hurry the
slavers, half hidden in a cloud of smoke caused by their rapid firing,
were advancing across the clear space instead of creeping along the
edge of the dike. What was more, the necessity of carrying the planks
caused them to pack in groups. Soa gave a final twist with her lever
and waited, her hand on the lanyard. A bullet cut it in two, but
without firing the gun, and she grasped the shortened cord.
"Now for it!" cried Leonard, as the first party came into the line of
fire.
Soa sprang backwards with a yell: again the piece thundered out, and
the canister screamed through the air. It tore along the advancing
files, then, striking the beaten earth, rebounded and caught those who
were following with the ricochet, and with awful effect. Whole groups
were mowed down by this one discharge, the destruction being twice as
large as that caused by the first shot, for at this greater range the
canister found room to spread. Also the rebounding missiles flying
hither and thither among the crowd did no little execution. Down went
the men in heaps, and with them the planks they carried. They had no
more wish to storm the slave camp; they had but one thought left, the
thought of safety, and the survivors of them fled in all directions,
yelling with fear and fury.
"Load up, load up!" cried Otter, lifting the charge of powder which
lay at hand. "They will try to break open the gates and get out, then
they will cut us off."
As he spoke they saw many men run from the auction-shed to the water-
gate. But it could not be climbed, the key was gone, and the massive
bolts and beams were not easy to break. So they brought hammers and a
tree-trunk which had supported an angle of the shed, and battered at
the gate. For two minutes or more it held, then it began to give.
"Swift! swift!" cried Otter again as he dragged at the cannon to turn
it, "or all will yet be lost."
"Hurry no man's ox, Black One," said Soa, as she laid the gun with the
help of Peter.
A cry went up from the slavers; the gate was tottering, but it still
held by the upper hinges. A few more blows and it must surely fall.
But those blows were never struck. Again Soa sprang backwards, and the
roar of the gun was answered by the screams of the slavers as the
shrapnel ploughed through them.
Of those who were left the most part fled for shelter to the auction-
hut and to the Nest itself. Some ran across to the magazine, but
appeared to be unable to enter it, for soon they were seen flying back
again, while about a dozen of the boldest remained at the gate trying
to complete its destruction. On these Leonard and Otter opened fire
with rifles, but it was not until three or four of them had fallen
that the rest fled to join their companions beneath the shelter of the
sheds.
"Oh! look, look!" said Juanna, pointing to the east.
It was indeed a spectacle never to be forgotten.
The dense reeds, measuring twelve to fifteen feet in height, had been
fired far to the east of the Nest, and as the wind gathered to a gale
and the fire got firmer hold, it rolled down upon the doomed place in
billows and sheets--a sea of flame that sometimes spouted high into
the air and sometimes ran swiftly along the ground.
The reeds crackled and roared like musketry as the fire ate into them,
giving out thick volumes of smoke. At first this smoke had passed
above the spectators, now it blew into their faces, half choking them
and blotting out the sky, and mixed up with it were showers of sparks
and fragments of burning reeds brought forward on the wind.
"The house and sheds will soon catch now," said Leonard; "then they
must take refuge in the open spaces, where we can deal with them," and
he nodded towards the gun.
As he spoke tongues of flame darted into the air, first from the
thatch of the shed, then from the roof of the Nest. They were afire.
"We must be careful, Baas," said Otter, "or the slave-shelters behind
us will burn also, and all those in them."
"Heavens! I never thought of that," answered Leonard. "Here, Father,
if you wish to do a good work, take some of these people and the
buckets they use to water the slaves. Let three or four men get on to
each roof and extinguish the sparks as they fall, while others bring
them water from the moat."
The priest sprang up and set to the task, at which he laboured
gallantly for two long hours. Had it not been for his efforts, the
sheds and the slaves in them must have been burnt, for the sparks fell
thick upon the dry thatch, which caught again and again.
Now the sights and sounds grew more and more fearful. Maddened with
fear, the remainder of the slave-drivers and their servants rushed
from the flaming buildings, striving to escape from the fire. Some
flung themselves desperately into the aloes and prickly-pears on the
inner rampart, and, climbing the palisade beyond, escaped into the
marsh, while some collected on the open space, and at these the gun
was fired from time to time when the smoke lifted. Others again ran to
the dike of the slave camp begging for mercy, there to be shot by
Otter, who never wearied in his task of revenge. From behind them also
rose the hideous cries of the slaves, who believed that they were
about to be burned alive, and screamed as they dragged at their
manacles.
"Oh, it is like hell!" said Juanna to Leonard, as she buried her face
in the grass that she might see no more, and to escape the suffocating
smoke. She was right.
So the time went on. One by one the roofs of the various buildings
fell in, and spouts of flame shot high into the air to descend about
them in a rain of sparks. But at last the cries ceased, for even the
slaves could yell no more; the fire grew less and less, and the wind
dropped. Then the sun rose on the scene of death and desolation. The
morass was swept bare to the depth of many hundred yards, and the camp
was a smoking ruin strewn with the dead. The walls of the Nest still
stood, however, and here and there a charred post remained. Everything
else was gone, except the magazine, which had escaped the flames,
being built of brick and stone, and roofed with tin.
The adventurers looked around them in silence, then they looked at
each other. What a spectacle they presented in the clear light of the
morning, as they stood by the gun which had done them such signal
service! All were begrimed with smoke and powder, and their clothes
were burnt by the falling sparks. Leonard's throat was a mass of
bruises, his hands and face were bleeding, and he was so stiff and
hurt that he could scarcely move. Soa's hair was singed and cut by the
bullet which had shaved her head; the priest's robe hung in charred
threads, and his hands were blistered with fire; Juanna's broidered
Arab dress, torn by the brutal hand of Pereira, scarcely retained a
trace of white, and her long dark locks were tangled and powdered with
bits of blackened reed. All were utterly exhausted--that is, all
except Otter, who advanced to speak to Leonard, begrimed and stripped
to the waist, but fresh and fierce as ever.
"What is it, Otter?" he asked.
"Will the Baas let me take these men," and he nodded towards the freed
slaves who had belonged to the Settlement, "and hunt through the camp
yonder? Many of the devils still live, and wounded snakes strike
hardest."
"As you like," answered Leonard. "Arm them with anything you can find,
and search the camp thoroughly. But be careful."
In ten minutes Otter was gone with the men. Then Leonard and the
others fetched water and washed as best they might, the guard-house
being assigned to Juanna and Soa, who made their toilet with the help
of a comb they found in it. There also they discovered food, the
rations of the sentry, of which they ate with such appetite as they
might, and a plentiful supply of meal for the slaves.
As they were finishing their breakfast Otter returned unharmed, though
of the men who accompanied him five were missing. With him also were
two of the four Settlement men who had been sent to fire the reeds on
the previous night. They were much exhausted, for their task had been
no easy one, and fortunately for Leonard it was only after long delay
that they succeeded in it. Their two companions were dead: one had
been taken by an alligator in the water, and the other had fallen into
a deep hole in the morass, and, striking his head against a log, was
drowned there.
"Is it finished?" said Leonard to the dwarf.
Otter nodded. "Some are dead and some are fled," he answered; "but
from these last we have little to fear, for they believe that an army
has come against them. Still that is not all the tale, Baas. We have
taken one of them alive. Come and look at him, Baas."
Leonard clambered up the steps of the embankment, followed by the
others. On its further side stood the group of Settlement men who had
returned from scouring the camp, thin and haggard fellows, scarred by
the slave-irons, but very fierce-looking. In their midst a white man
crouched upon the ground, moaning with terror and misery. Just then he
lifted his face--it was that of the Yellow Devil himself. There lay
that aged Iniquity, that hoary Shame caught at last in his own snares.
"Where did you find him, Otter?" asked Leonard as they crossed the
drawbridge.
"In the magazine, Baas, and your gold with him, also many rifles and
much powder. He had locked himself up there, but he had not the heart
to fire the powder and make an end."
Pereira did not see them as yet, but raising his head he begged for
water.
"Give him blood," said one of the men sullenly. "He has drunk it all
his days, let it be his last drink."
Leonard motioned to Francisco the priest to bring water, then Pereira
saw them and began to pray for mercy.
"Antonio Pereira," Leonard answered sternly, "last night I and two
companions, a woman and a black dwarf, set ourselves a task--to take
this armed place of yours and rescue a white girl whom you had
condemned to slavery. It did not seem possible that we should do it,
but between sunset and sunrise we have done it. Who helped us then?--
that we should have carried out this thing which was impossible. I
will tell you; God helped us as He helped this lady when she called on
Him. Cry to God, then, to do that which is still more impossible--to
help you. From me you will have justice and no more."
For a moment Pereira ceased whining, and a flash of the old ferocity
came into his eyes.
"Ah! my friend," he muttered, "if I had but known!" Then turning to
Juanna he said: "My dove, have I not treated you kindly? Will you say
no word for me, now that my enemies prevail against me?"
By way of answer Juanna looked first at the human reptile before her,
and next at the bosom of her torn dress, now roughly pinned up with
the spikes of aloe leaves. Then she turned and went.
"Baas," said Otter, "may I speak?"
"Speak on," Leonard answered.
"Hearken, Yellow Devil," said the dwarf. "Ten years ago you took me,
and I lay in this camp a slave; yes, in yonder shed. Here are the
marks of the irons--your own seal. Ah! you have forgotten the black
dwarf, or perhaps you never noticed him; but he remembers. Who could
forget you, Yellow Devil, that once had slept beneath your roof? I
escaped, but as I fled I swore that, if I might, I would bring
vengeance upon you. The years went by, and the hour came at last. I
led Baas to this place. I found you this morning, and we are not
parted yet, Yellow Devil. What did you boast last night--that you had
sent twenty thousand of us black people to slavery? Yes, and for every
one that you have sold you have killed five--old men white with years,
women with child, little children at the breast, you have murdered
them all. Ah! yes, I have seen you laugh and kill them before the eyes
of their mothers, as last night you killed the kitten.
"And now your time has come at last, Yellow Devil, and I, Otter the
dwarf, will give you to drink of your own medicine. What! you cry for
mercy, you who never gave it even in a dream? I tell you, did my chief
yonder bid me loose you, I would disobey him even to force; I, who
would rather die than put aside his word on any other matter.
"Look now at these men," and he pointed to the Settlement people, who
glared hungrily at the crouching wretch, much as hounds glare at a fox
that is held aloft by the huntsman; "look at them! Do you see mercy in
their eyes? They, whose fathers and mothers you have murdered, whose
little children you have stamped to death? /Wow!/ Yellow Devil, the
white men tell us of a hell, a place where dead people are tormented.
We know nothing of that, it is for the white people, and they may keep
it all to themselves. Now you are beginning to taste that hell of
yours--only beginning, Yellow Devil.
"Baas Leonard, I demand this man to be tried by us and dealt with
according to our customs, for it is against us black folk that he has
sinned most of all, and we ask his blood in payment for our blood."
"What!" howled Pereira, "am I to be given over to these black dogs?
Mercy! Mercy! Francisco, plead for me. Shrive me. I know I killed your
brother, I had to do it. Plead for me!" and he rolled in the dust,
trying to clasp Leonard's feet.
"I cannot shrive you," answered the priest shuddering, "but I will
pray for you."
Then the hungry-eyed natives pounced upon Pereira to drag him thence,
but Leonard broke through them saying:
"I will have none of your savage cruelties here. Let the man be shot
if you will, but no more."
As it chanced, however, Pereira was not destined to die by the hand of
man, for even as Otter gripped him he turned livid, threw up his arms,
groaned, and fell to the earth.
Leonard looked at him; he was dead, dead through the fear of death,
for terror had stopped the beating of his wicked heart.
"The Shepherdess prophesied truly," cried Otter presently, "for the
Heavens above have robbed us of our vengeance. /Wow!/ it is hard, but
at least this one shall work no more evil."
"Carry it away," said Leonard with a shudder, for the dead man's face
was ghastly to behold. Then turning to him as if nothing had happened,
he added:
"Otter, take these men and loose the rest of the slaves; then get the
ammunition, rifles, and stores from the arms-house and bring them to
the water-gate. We must clear out of this place at once, or we shall
have the escaped slavers and the crews of the dhows down upon us."
Thus then did fate at last find out Antonio Pereira, the Yellow Devil. _
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