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It was of short duration, for the ship's company of the Yazoo were outnumbered at least two to one. "I suppose we may go on deck now," said Beeks. "I should judge that the fight was over," replied Christy, as he led the way out of the wardroom. At the companion-way they found two sailors assisting Captain Carboneer to his cabin. His face was covered with blood, and he looked very pale.
Night after night the skies opened and let down steady torrents, which turned all that country into one great bog of slime. Those little rivers or "beeks," which ran between the knobby fingers of the clawlike range of ridges, were blown out of their channels and slopped over into broad swamps.
His name was Marse Frank Beeks an' he was good as any white man dat ever lived. I don't never 'member him whippin' one o' de slaves, leastways not real whippin's. I do 'member hearin' 'bout slaves on other places gittin' whipped sometimes. I guess Niggers lak dat wished dey was free, but I didn' want to leave my white folks, ever.
"Mark under water three!" yelled the leadsman on the port side, while the one on the starboard gave "By the mark four." "Shoaling fast," said Beeks. "Yes; but as expected," replied Christy. "Steamer, ahoy!" shouted a voice on the port side. "On shore!" replied Christy promptly. "What steamer is that?" demanded the shore speaker.
"Beeks, we have a prisoner, and I should like to take his measure," said Christy to the senior quartermaster. "You may go aft and ask Sampson to bring him into the pilot-house." "Bring him into the pilot-house," repeated the man, as he left the apartment. "What are you going to do with your prisoner, Christy?" asked Mrs. Passford.
Two days passed, and still another, but the mystery continued to be dark and impenetrable and Mrs. Cinch was wrapped in an envelope of grief. Bob's story about Miss Beeks and her novel views had profoundly impressed Mr.
This order was even more strange than that under which the vessel had come to anchor so near home after her long cruise; but the captain asked no questions, and made no sign. Calling Beeks, he went aft with the pilot, and paid him his fees.
But she was not followed by the Bellevite, and things began to look dark and somewhat cheerless to Christy. The firing came to an end, for the distance was becoming too great for it to be effectual on either side. "If we had not jumped down from the rail when we boarded, we might have escaped this scrape," said Beeks, who was even more disgusted than his companion.
Beeks was very much perplexed by the strange speech which had passed between the lieutenant and the shore, and now by the discharge of the gun on the island; but he was a well-disciplined quartermaster, and he asked no questions. "I don't think that boat will come any farther this way," said Christy, as a second report from the gun reached his ears.
Beeks was the next man selected, and he had done all that was necessary in the preparation of the boat, including putting into it slyly a supply of provisions, and a number of articles which the lieutenant had designated.
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