"Are you going to marry her, Dinny?" said Humphrey, after a pause.
"Faix, an' I would if I had a chance, sor; but there's two obshticles in the way, and one of 'em's Black Mazzard."
"Then, why not take her, Dinny!"
"Tak' her, sor?"
"Yes; from this wretched place. Escape."
"Whisht! Don't say that word aloud again, darlin', or maybe the captin'll get to hear. Sure, and I belave that the great big sthone gods shticking up all over the place gets to hear what's said and whishpers it again to the captin, who always knows everything that goes on."
"Take her, and help me to escape," whispered Humphrey, earnestly.
"Whisht, man! Howld your tongue. Is it wanting to see me hanging on one of the trees! Eshcape?"
"Yes. I am a rich man, and if you can get me away I'll reward you handsomely."
"Hark at him!" said Dinny, scornfully. "Why, I should have to give up my share of what we've got shtored up here. Why, sor, I daresay I'm a richer man than yourself. Eshcape! and after all I've shworn."
Dinny turned away and began cutting a stick.
"Tell me," said Humphrey, "are there many of my men here?"
"Jist twenty, sor."
"And how many are there of the pirates!"
Dinny laughed with his eyes half shut.
"Shure, sor, what d'ye tak' me for? Ye don't think I'm going to tell ye that!"
Humphrey sighed, and was silent for a time; but an intense desire to know more about the place was burning within him, and he began to question his companion again.
"Are the prisoners in one of these old temples!"
"Yes. On the other side of the big pyrymid yonder, sor; but ye can't get to them widout going a long way round."
"Are there many women here besides that Mistress Greenheys?"
"Sure, yis, there is a dozen of 'em, sor. Not half enough, but just enough to kape the min quarrelling; and there's been no end of bother about the women being kept in the place."
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
PLANS OF ESCAPE.
Humphrey Armstrong was weaker from his wounds than he believed; but the change from being shut up in the dim temple-chamber with the great stone idol for company to the comparatively free open air of the forest clearing rapidly restored the elasticity of his nature, and gave him ample opportunities for studying the state of affairs.
He found that the buccaneers went out but seldom, and that when expeditions were made they would be fairly divided. At one time the captain would be in command, at another the lieutenant, so that their settlement was never left unprotected.
As far as he could judge, they were about a hundred in number, and great dilapidated chambers in the range of temples and palaces formed admirable barracks and means of defence, such as in time of need could easily be held against attack.
But Humphrey's great idea was escape; and to accomplish this it seemed to him that his first need was to open up communication with his men.
This he determined to accomplish, for with the liberty given it seemed to be a very easy thing to walk to some heap of stones at the edge of the forest and there seat himself till he was unobserved, when he could quietly step into the dense thicket, and make his way to where his followers were imprisoned.
He had not long to wait, for it seemed that, after being closely watched for the first few days, the latitude allowed to him was greater. He had but to walk to the edge of the forest and wait, for the opportunity was sure to come.
Easy as it appeared though in theory, it proved less so in performance, and it was not till after several attempts that he felt one day sure of success.
It was soon after mid-day, when the great amphitheatre and the grotesquely ornamented ruins with their huge heads and shadowy trees were baking in the sun. The men who were often idling about had sought places where they could indulge in their siesta, and a silence as of the grave had fallen upon the place.
Humphrey Armstrong had walked to a pile of ruins beneath one of the trees, and seated himself upon a huge stone sculptured round with figures writhing in impossible attitudes, and one and all wearing highly ornamental head-dresses of feathers.
He lay back there as if half drowsy with the heat, and with half-closed eyes looked watchfully round to see whether he was observed. But as far as he could see the place was utterly deserted. Bart, who was often here and there giving a kind of supervision to the buccaneers'
settlement, and seeing that people from the barracks did not collect near the captain's quarters, seemed to be absent. Dinny, who had been to him an hour before, had gone off on some duty with Dick Dullock, and everything pointed to the fact that this was the opportunity so long sought.
He hesitated no longer; but after casting another glance round at the dark, shadowy nooks among the trees and ruins, all of which seemed purply-black in contrast with the blazing glare of sunshine, he softly slid himself back from the stone and dropped down among the undergrowth, and raised his head to peer among the leaves.
He obtained a good view of the great amphitheatre and the surrounding ruins, but all was still. No one had seen him move, and not a leaf was stirring.
Trifles seemed magnified at those moments into great matters, and with his nerves strung up to the highest pitch of tension he started, for all at once something moved away by the edge of the forest on his left. But it was only a great butterfly which fluttered over the baking stones, above which the air seemed to quiver, and then, with its brightly-painted wings casting a broad shadow, it crossed the ruined amphitheatre and was gone.
Humphrey Armstrong crept from behind his resting-place right to the shelter of the trees at the edge of the forest, and his spirits rose as he found how easy an evasion seemed to be. He had only to secure the co-operation of half a dozen of his men, take advantage of the listlessness of the buccaneers some such hot day as this, make their way down to the shore, seize a boat, and then coast along till a settlement was reached or a ship seen to take them aboard.
It was very simple, and it seemed easier and easier as he got farther away from the ruins and his prison. On his right the forest was dense, but the buccaneers had cut down and burned numbers of trees so as to keep them back from encroaching farther on the old buildings; and along here among the mossy stumps Humphrey Armstrong crept.
But it was easy--nothing seemed more simple. Already he saw himself round on the other side of the ruins, holding communication with his fellow-prisoners and making plans, when, to his great delight, he found that he had hit upon what was evidently a way to the other side of the ancient ruins; for he suddenly came upon a narrow passage through the dense forest growth, literally a doorway cut in the tangle of creepers and vines that were matted among the trees. It must have been an arduous task, but it had been thoroughly done--the vines having been hewn through, or in places half divided and bent back, to go on interlacing at the sides, with the result that a maze-like path ran in and out among the trees.
The moment he was in this path the glare of the sunny day was exchanged for a dim greenish-hued twilight, which darkened with every step he took. Overhead a pencil of sunshine could be seen from time to time, but rarely, for the mighty forest trees interlaced their branches a hundred and fifty feet above his head, and the air was heavy with the moist odour of vegetable decay.
The forest path had evidently been rarely used of late, for the soft earth showed no imprints, the tender sickly growth of these deep shades had not been crushed; and as Humphrey realised these facts, he glanced back, to see how easily his trail could be followed--each step he had taken being either impressed in the vegetable soil or marked by the crushing down of moss or herb.
The sight of this impelled him to additional effort, so that he might gain some definite information about his people, and perhaps seek them by night, when once he had found the means of communication. In this spirit he was hurrying on when he came suddenly, in one of the darkest paths, upon a figure which barred his way, and it was with the addition of a rage-wrung savage exclamation that he uttered his captor's name.
There was a dead silence in the dark forest as these two stood face to face, buried, as it were, in a gloomy tunnel. After Humphrey's impatient ejaculation, drawn from him in his surprise, quite a minute elapsed; and then, half-mockingly, came in a deep, low voice--
"Yes! Commodore Junk!"
Humphrey stood glaring down at the obstacle in his path. He was tall and athletic, and, in spite of his weakness and the tales he had heard of the other's powers, he felt that he could seize this man, hurl him down, and plant his foot upon his chest; for the buccaneer captain was without weapons, and stood looking up at him with one hand resting upon his hips, the other raised to his beardless face, with a well-shaped, small index finger slightly impressing his rounded cheek.
"Yes," he said again, mockingly, "Commodore Junk! Well, Humphrey Armstrong, what mad fit is this?"
"Mad fit!" cried Humphrey, quickly recovering himself. "You allowed me to be at liberty, and I am exploring the place."
The buccaneer looked in his eyes, with the mocking smile growing more marked.