_ CHAPTER X. IN WHICH I SHOW MY TRUE COLORS
There were many lesser adventures in which Lafitte, L'Olonnois and I shared on our voyage through the long waterways leading down to the great river, but of these I make small mention, for, in truth, one boasts little of one's deeds in piracy after the fact, or of inciting piracy and making accessories before the fact, the more especially if such accessories be small but bloodthirsty boys. These latter, let me plead in extenuation of my own sins, already were pirates, and set upon rapine. For my own part, seeing their resolution to take green corn and other vegetables, aye, even fowls, as part of the natural returns of their stern calling, I made no remonstrances, not the first leader unable to restrain his ruthless band, but I eased my own conscience by leaving--quite unknown to them,--sundry silver coins in cleft sticks, prominently displayed, in the hope that irate farmers might find them when, after our departure, they visited the scenes of our marauding. And to such an extent did this marauding obtain that, by the time we had reached the Mississippi River, I was almost wholly barren of further silver coins.
Many things I learned as we voyaged; as that my dog Partial would, when asked, roll over and over upon the ground, or sit up and bark--things taught him by no man known in his history, so far as Lafitte could recall it. And things I learned regarding birds and small animals of which my law books had told me nothing. As to mosquitoes, I learned that, whereas they do not hurt a young pirate, they do an old one; and I half resolved to discontinue my book regarding them. Perhaps it was not of first importance.
But two things grew on me in conviction. First, I loved Helena Emory more and more each day of my life; and second, that I must see her at the first moment possible--in spite of all my resolutions to put her out of my life forever! And, these two things being assured, when we saw the rolling yellowish flood of the Father of the Waters at last sweeping before us, I realized that, bound as I was in honor to hold on with my faithful band, our craft, the
Sea Rover--sixteen feet long she was, and well equipped with Long Toms and deck cannonades--would have no chance to overtake the
Belle Helene, fastest yacht on the Great Lakes, who might, so far as I could tell, at that very moment be cleaving through the Chicago canal, to enter the great river hundreds of miles ahead of us.
Wherefore, leaving my bold mates in bivouac one day, I made journey to the nearest town. There, I sent certain messages to anxious parents, and left for them our probable itinerary as tourists traveling by private conveyance. I could not set our future dates and ports more closely together; for, before I left town, I had purchased a sturdy power boat of our own, capable of doing her ten or twelve miles under her own petrol. I was in no mind to fall farther and farther back of the
Belle Helene each day; and I counted upon our piratical energy to keep us going more hours a day than Cal Davidson--curses on him!--would be apt to travel.
I gave orders for immediate fitting of my new craft, and delivery on the spot; and within the hour, although regarded with much suspicion by the town marshal and many leading citizens, I set out for our bivouac, with the aid of the late owner of the boat, to whom I gave assurance that no evil should befall him. When we chugged along the shore, and slackened opposite our camp, I heard the stern voice of Lafitte hail us: "Ship ahoy!" (Perhaps he saw me at the stern sheets.)
"Aye! Aye! mate!" I answered, through my cupped hands. "Bear a hand with our landing line." Whereat my hardy band came running and made us fast.
"What has gone wrong, Black Bart?" demanded L'Olonnois, uncertain of my status. "Hast met mishap and struck colors?"
"By no means!" I rejoined. "This is a prize, our first capture. And since she has struck her colors, let us mount our own at her foremast and ship our band to a bigger and faster craft."
The late owner, who bore the name of Robinson, looked on much perplexed, and, I think, in some apprehension, for he must have thought us dangerous, whether sane or mad.
"Who'll run her?" he at length demanded of me, looking from me to my two associates. Then forth and stood Jean Lafitte; and answered a question I confess I had not yet myself asked: "Ho! I guess a fellow who can run a gasoline pump in a creamery can handle one of them things. So think not, fellow, to escape us!"
I reassured Robinson, who was apparently ready to make a run for it; and I explained to Lafitte and L'Olonnois my plan.
"We'll by no means discard our brig, the original
Sea Rover," said I, "and we'll tow her along as our tender. But we'll christen the prize the
Sea Rover instead, and hoist our flag over her--and paint on her name at the first point of call we make. Now, let us hasten, for two thousand miles of sea lie before us, and Robinson is also five miles from home."
But Robinson became more and more alarmed each moment. He had my money, I his bill of sale, but ride back to town with us he would not. Instead, he washed his hands of us and started back afoot--to get the town marshal, I was well convinced. It mattered little to us; for once more did sturdy Jean Lafitte more than make good his boast. With one look at the gasoline tank to assure himself that all was well, he made fast the painter of the old
Sea Rover, and even as L'Olonnois with grim determination planted the Jolly Rover above our bows, and as I tossed aboard the cargo of our former craft, Lafitte cranked her up with master hand, threw in the gear, and with a steady eye headed her for midstream, where town marshals may not come.
I looked at my mates in admiration. They could do things I could not do, and they faced the future with no trace of hesitation. I caught from them a part of this resolution I so long had lacked. I added this to my determination to see Helena Emory once more and soon as wind and wave would allow. So that, believe me, the blood rose quickly in my veins as I saw now we had faster travel ahead of us.
"Square away the main braces, my hearties!" I called. "Break out the spinnaker and set the jibs. It's a wet sheet and a flowing sea, and let any stop us at their peril!"
"Aye! Aye! Sir," came the response of Jean Lafitte in a voice almost bass, and "Aye! Aye! Sir," piped the blue-eyed Lieutenant L'Olonnois. The stanch craft leaped ahead, wallowing in cross seas till we reached the mid-current of the Mississippi's heavy flood, then riding and rising gamely as she met wave after wave that came up-stream with the head wind. The eyes of Lafitte gleamed. L'Olonnois, hand over eyes, stood in our bows. "Four bells, and all's well!" he intoned in a vigorous voice.
It was my own heart made answer, in the sweetest challenge it ever had given to the world: "All's well!" And far ahead I, too, peered across the wave, seeking to make out the hull of fleeing craft that bore treasure I was resolved should yet be mine.
"More sail, Officer!" I called to Jean Lafitte. He grinned in answer.
"You're in a hurry, Black Bart. What makes you?" And even L'Olonnois turned a searching gaze upon me.
"Then I'll show you my true colors," said I. "I am more careless of taking treasure than of capturing a certain maiden who flees before us yonder on a swift craft, speedier than our own. Lay me alongside of her, this week, next month, this winter, and my share of the other booty shall be yours!"
"Black Bart," said Lafitte, "I knew something was sort of botherin' you. So, it's you for the fair captive, huh?" _