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even seen a nigger, Captain Lowry. But I'll tell you the whole yarn by and by, after we get aboard. Got any arnica?"
"Plenty, and whips of plaster too. I'll soon fix you up, ship-shape and Bristol fashion."
"Thank you, captain," said Gerrard, as he and Tommy began to unsaddle the horses; "I'll be glad if you will. I don't want to get back to the station until I look a little bit less patchy. And so if you are agreeable, I'll be glad if we go on a bit of a cruise along the coast for about ten days or so."
"I'm agreeable--more days, more dollars. But it will cost you another fifty pounds or so above the charter money."
"Well, I shall spend it for the benefit of my complexion, Lowry. Now, hurry up with our traps, Tommy, I'm going to eat a supper that will astonish you, Lowry."
As soon as he reached the vessel he went below, and wrote letters to his sister and Kate, enclosed them in an old piece of an oilskin coat given him by Lowry, then called Tommy, and told him to go on shore again, and secure it to Waterboy's mane. His object was to allay any fears about him if the two station horses got to Ocho Rios before the lugger. The yellow packet would be sure to be noticed, and opened. He had carefully avoided any mention of his encounter with Aulain, and had also cautioned Tommy on the subject: he did not want his sister and Kate to know anything of the matter, from himself at least. He had decided upon a pardonable fiction--he would tell them that he had been thrown from his horse, and received a rather bad cut; of his bullet wound and the tragedy at the Rocky Waterholes he made no allusion.
"It's no use worrying them over nothing," he said to Lowry, when he had told the seaman the story of the attack by Forreste and his gang. "In a week or so I'll be as fit as you are. But you'll have to back me up in what I have written about you being afraid that we are in for a week or two of calm; they won't forgive me in a hurry if they ascertain that instead of being becalmed, the _Fanny Sabina_ was cruising merrily about the Gulf of Carpentaria."
Lowry gave his promise, and then he and his passenger had supper on deck under the awning which covered the smart little vessel's deck from bow to stern.
At dawn next morning, Gerrard, after a delightfully refreshing sleep, was awakened by the captain.
"Rouse up, Mr Gerrard. We're underway, and I want to know the programme."
"How far to Cape Keerweer?"
"Four days' sail in such light weather as this."
"That will suit me. I'll be able to begin to enjoy myself by then, and I want to see those big lagoons near the Cape. Tommy says that they are alive with game, and you and I can put in a day or two there."
"Just the thing. I've a couple of good guns on board," then he turned to the man at the tiller.
"Keep her south, my lad. For'ard there, set the squaresail. Now, Mr Gerrard, you'll see what the little _Fanny Sabina_ can do even in a light wind like this," and Lowry looked with an air of pride at his dainty little craft.
CHAPTER XXXII
On the evening of the eleventh day, after leaving the Coen, the cutter let go her anchor at a spot about a mile from the wreck of the old Dutch ship, and Gerrard prepared to go on shore, for he meant to walk to the station that night. He had now so completely recovered from both the bullet wound and the slash inflicted by Aulain's whip, that Lowry declared he looked all the better for what he had gone through.
"Well, I should not grumble, I suppose, Lowry," said his passenger, as he surveyed his features in the cabin mirror over the captain's table, "but it is enough to make any one swear. Just as I was getting rid of the alligator beauty marks on one side of my face, I get a thundering slash on the other, which will take another three months to get tanned up to the rich, soiled leather hue of the rest of my hide."
As he was speaking, Tommy put his black face down through the open skylight, and said that he could see a camp fire on shore--just above the landing-place.
"It must be some one from the station, Lowry," cried Gerrard, as he and the captain came on deck, and as he spoke, there came a _coo-e-e!_ from the shore. It was Jim's voice. He answered at once.
Bidding the mate hang a riding light on the forestay, Lowry got his night glasses, and turned them upon the fire.
"There are four people, Mr Gerrard, with six or seven horses. Ah, they are rigging a tent. I suppose it is a party from the station. They must have seen us before dark, and have come to meet you. Well, the boat is all ready for you, sir."
In a few minutes Gerrard and Tommy were being paddled swiftly to the shore, and as they drew nearer the fire, they were able to make out the four figures as those of Kate, Mary Rayner, Jim, and a white stockman. All were busied about the tent, and as yet had not seen the boat. Then Gerrard gave a loud hail.
"Hallo there, you people!"
An answering yell from Jim and a shriek of delight from Mary, and as the boat's bows cut into the soft sand, they rushed towards it, followed by Kate. Disengaging himself from their frantic embraces he met Kate, and drew her to him.
"All well, Kate?"
"Yes, Tom," she whispered.
"What brought you here?"
"Your letter, of course! Waterboy and the other horse came home this afternoon, and Lizzie said that if we liked we could come and camp here until you came. And just after dark, as we got here, we fancied we heard the sound of the vessel anchoring, and so Jim _coo-e-e-d_."
Gerrard bent towards her again.
"Mary and Jim, run along and help poor Harry with the tent." Then in a whisper: "Tom, keep quiet--we are right in the light of the fire."
"Yes, run along," added Gerrard; "we'll be with you in a minute. Oh, Jim, stop a moment! Would you and Mary like to go on board the vessel to-morrow morning, and see Captain Lowry's curios?"
"Oh, yes, Uncle," was the unsuspecting reply.
"Then you and Harry can camp here tonight, and have a good time on board in the morning. I'm in no end of a hurry to get home, and see your Aunt Lizzie. But I'll be back before breakfast to-morrow."
"Are you staying with us too, Miss Fraser?" asked Jim.
"No, I think I had better go on with your uncle. It wouldn't be fair to let him ride home alone, would it?"
"No, I suppose not," observed Jim with unnecessary dryness in his voice; "he might get lost."
Gerrard laughed, and tried to seize the lad by his arm, but he was too quick for him.
"How are you, Harry?" he said to the stockman, as he held out his hand. "Cattle all right?"
"Right as rain, boss. How's yourself?"
"Bully. Oh, I say, Harry; the youngsters want very much to have a look at the ship to-morrow. I daresay you would too."
"I would, boss, seein' 'as I never was on board a real sailin' boat."
"Well, you can all go on board to-morrow. Miss Fraser and I will push on home, so if you'll saddle our horses for us, I'll finish the tent for you."
A quarter of an hour later everything had been finished--the tent set up, and the horses saddled and in readiness.
"Good-night, youngsters," cried Gerrard, swinging himself into his saddle, and then with Kate by his side, they turned their horses heads toward the dark line of sleeping forest.
"Oh, Tom, I forgot," said Kate, after they had ridden for a mile or so; "I have some letters for you," and she took them out of her saddle pouch.
The master of Ocho Rios let fall his reins, and glanced at the superscriptions on the envelopes.
"Pull up a minute, Kate. I want to look at this one--the others can wait."
He opened the letter, lit a match, and glanced at the few lines it contained. Then he threw away the match, and placed the letter in his pocket.
"Kate."
"Yes, Tom dear?"
"It's from Templeton" (the Gold Commissioner).
"Well, Tom?"
"Well, Kate? He will be at Ocho Rios on the 27th. Are you glad, or is it too soon for you?"
"No, Tom," she whispered.
He drew her to him once more, and pressed his lips to hers, and then in happy silence, side by side, they cantered home through the darkened forest and under the star-lit sky.
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"Plenty, and whips of plaster too. I'll soon fix you up, ship-shape and Bristol fashion."
"Thank you, captain," said Gerrard, as he and Tommy began to unsaddle the horses; "I'll be glad if you will. I don't want to get back to the station until I look a little bit less patchy. And so if you are agreeable, I'll be glad if we go on a bit of a cruise along the coast for about ten days or so."
"I'm agreeable--more days, more dollars. But it will cost you another fifty pounds or so above the charter money."
"Well, I shall spend it for the benefit of my complexion, Lowry. Now, hurry up with our traps, Tommy, I'm going to eat a supper that will astonish you, Lowry."
As soon as he reached the vessel he went below, and wrote letters to his sister and Kate, enclosed them in an old piece of an oilskin coat given him by Lowry, then called Tommy, and told him to go on shore again, and secure it to Waterboy's mane. His object was to allay any fears about him if the two station horses got to Ocho Rios before the lugger. The yellow packet would be sure to be noticed, and opened. He had carefully avoided any mention of his encounter with Aulain, and had also cautioned Tommy on the subject: he did not want his sister and Kate to know anything of the matter, from himself at least. He had decided upon a pardonable fiction--he would tell them that he had been thrown from his horse, and received a rather bad cut; of his bullet wound and the tragedy at the Rocky Waterholes he made no allusion.
"It's no use worrying them over nothing," he said to Lowry, when he had told the seaman the story of the attack by Forreste and his gang. "In a week or so I'll be as fit as you are. But you'll have to back me up in what I have written about you being afraid that we are in for a week or two of calm; they won't forgive me in a hurry if they ascertain that instead of being becalmed, the _Fanny Sabina_ was cruising merrily about the Gulf of Carpentaria."
Lowry gave his promise, and then he and his passenger had supper on deck under the awning which covered the smart little vessel's deck from bow to stern.
At dawn next morning, Gerrard, after a delightfully refreshing sleep, was awakened by the captain.
"Rouse up, Mr Gerrard. We're underway, and I want to know the programme."
"How far to Cape Keerweer?"
"Four days' sail in such light weather as this."
"That will suit me. I'll be able to begin to enjoy myself by then, and I want to see those big lagoons near the Cape. Tommy says that they are alive with game, and you and I can put in a day or two there."
"Just the thing. I've a couple of good guns on board," then he turned to the man at the tiller.
"Keep her south, my lad. For'ard there, set the squaresail. Now, Mr Gerrard, you'll see what the little _Fanny Sabina_ can do even in a light wind like this," and Lowry looked with an air of pride at his dainty little craft.
CHAPTER XXXII
On the evening of the eleventh day, after leaving the Coen, the cutter let go her anchor at a spot about a mile from the wreck of the old Dutch ship, and Gerrard prepared to go on shore, for he meant to walk to the station that night. He had now so completely recovered from both the bullet wound and the slash inflicted by Aulain's whip, that Lowry declared he looked all the better for what he had gone through.
"Well, I should not grumble, I suppose, Lowry," said his passenger, as he surveyed his features in the cabin mirror over the captain's table, "but it is enough to make any one swear. Just as I was getting rid of the alligator beauty marks on one side of my face, I get a thundering slash on the other, which will take another three months to get tanned up to the rich, soiled leather hue of the rest of my hide."
As he was speaking, Tommy put his black face down through the open skylight, and said that he could see a camp fire on shore--just above the landing-place.
"It must be some one from the station, Lowry," cried Gerrard, as he and the captain came on deck, and as he spoke, there came a _coo-e-e!_ from the shore. It was Jim's voice. He answered at once.
Bidding the mate hang a riding light on the forestay, Lowry got his night glasses, and turned them upon the fire.
"There are four people, Mr Gerrard, with six or seven horses. Ah, they are rigging a tent. I suppose it is a party from the station. They must have seen us before dark, and have come to meet you. Well, the boat is all ready for you, sir."
In a few minutes Gerrard and Tommy were being paddled swiftly to the shore, and as they drew nearer the fire, they were able to make out the four figures as those of Kate, Mary Rayner, Jim, and a white stockman. All were busied about the tent, and as yet had not seen the boat. Then Gerrard gave a loud hail.
"Hallo there, you people!"
An answering yell from Jim and a shriek of delight from Mary, and as the boat's bows cut into the soft sand, they rushed towards it, followed by Kate. Disengaging himself from their frantic embraces he met Kate, and drew her to him.
"All well, Kate?"
"Yes, Tom," she whispered.
"What brought you here?"
"Your letter, of course! Waterboy and the other horse came home this afternoon, and Lizzie said that if we liked we could come and camp here until you came. And just after dark, as we got here, we fancied we heard the sound of the vessel anchoring, and so Jim _coo-e-e-d_."
Gerrard bent towards her again.
"Mary and Jim, run along and help poor Harry with the tent." Then in a whisper: "Tom, keep quiet--we are right in the light of the fire."
"Yes, run along," added Gerrard; "we'll be with you in a minute. Oh, Jim, stop a moment! Would you and Mary like to go on board the vessel to-morrow morning, and see Captain Lowry's curios?"
"Oh, yes, Uncle," was the unsuspecting reply.
"Then you and Harry can camp here tonight, and have a good time on board in the morning. I'm in no end of a hurry to get home, and see your Aunt Lizzie. But I'll be back before breakfast to-morrow."
"Are you staying with us too, Miss Fraser?" asked Jim.
"No, I think I had better go on with your uncle. It wouldn't be fair to let him ride home alone, would it?"
"No, I suppose not," observed Jim with unnecessary dryness in his voice; "he might get lost."
Gerrard laughed, and tried to seize the lad by his arm, but he was too quick for him.
"How are you, Harry?" he said to the stockman, as he held out his hand. "Cattle all right?"
"Right as rain, boss. How's yourself?"
"Bully. Oh, I say, Harry; the youngsters want very much to have a look at the ship to-morrow. I daresay you would too."
"I would, boss, seein' 'as I never was on board a real sailin' boat."
"Well, you can all go on board to-morrow. Miss Fraser and I will push on home, so if you'll saddle our horses for us, I'll finish the tent for you."
A quarter of an hour later everything had been finished--the tent set up, and the horses saddled and in readiness.
"Good-night, youngsters," cried Gerrard, swinging himself into his saddle, and then with Kate by his side, they turned their horses heads toward the dark line of sleeping forest.
"Oh, Tom, I forgot," said Kate, after they had ridden for a mile or so; "I have some letters for you," and she took them out of her saddle pouch.
The master of Ocho Rios let fall his reins, and glanced at the superscriptions on the envelopes.
"Pull up a minute, Kate. I want to look at this one--the others can wait."
He opened the letter, lit a match, and glanced at the few lines it contained. Then he threw away the match, and placed the letter in his pocket.
"Kate."
"Yes, Tom dear?"
"It's from Templeton" (the Gold Commissioner).
"Well, Tom?"
"Well, Kate? He will be at Ocho Rios on the 27th. Are you glad, or is it too soon for you?"
"No, Tom," she whispered.
He drew her to him once more, and pressed his lips to hers, and then in happy silence, side by side, they cantered home through the darkened forest and under the star-lit sky.
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