'I thought you should see that we had her,' he said, 'before you die.'
It was not a time for speech or for thinking, nor could I have thought fast enough. My heels slammed into the ribs of the black horse, and I leaped him straight at the rider, who was broadside to me, blocking the way.
My black was the larger horse and was driven by the leap; smashing into the other horse, it knocked it sprawling, its rider falling free. Turning the black on his hind legs, I grabbed at the door of the carriage, and it came open.
'Out! Out, Diana!'
Men were closing in. The two on the bank had leaped to their feet, but they had to come around the fallen horse, which was kicking and struggling. The man at the horse's head turned toward me, but I leaped the black at him, and springing back to avoid the lunge, he fell.
Diana had leaped from the carriage, leaving a part of her dress in Pittingel's frantically clutching hand. As I swung the horse once more, I dropped a hand to her, and she caught it, managing a toe in the stirrup as I swung her up. We leaped the horse past them, and I grabbed a pistol, firing at the first man before me. He staggered and went back; whether hit or not, I did not know.
Down the road before me were four men, spreading out now, obviously more of Pittingel's lot. I dropped the pistol into the holster and put the black up the bank. He went up, scrambling, barely reaching the top, then over and into the trees beyond. It was a wild tangle, no place to ride a horse, so we dropped from him and squirmed through the trees. I wished only to make the shore. We ran, fell, scrambled up, and ran again.
Behind us we heard shouts and curses, the loudest of them from Pittingel himself. 'Get them, damn you!' he screamed. 'Get them or I'll have you flayed!'
The jungle was thick. Underfoot there was mud. It was a tangle of creepers and vines. Turning at right angles, I led the way through what seemed to be an opening. I still held the remaining horse pistol, which was unfired. We moved quickly.
There was no chance to speak to Diana, only to escape if such we could do at all. Only my reflexes, trained by much trial and danger, had saved us, and now the moment was past, we had small chance. Even as we moved, I knew this. We were close to the water now. Suddenly we emerged upon a rocky, pebble-strewn shore. Beyond the bay lay Port Royal, and several fishermen's boats lay not far off, but to my wild waves they paid little attention.
Suddenly, far off, I glimpsed one. Surely that--I waved wildly. The boat seemed to fall still in the water, then turned abruptly toward us.
Waving, I gestured him on. Diana released my hand suddenly. 'Kin, they are coming. It is too late.'
Four men had come from the jungle, four men who immediately spread out and started for us. A dozen yards farther along another appeared and then another. My pistol came up, and they hesitated, then came on, and I threatened first one and then another with the pistol.
They were not fifteen yards away now, the closest of them. 'Diana,' I spoke softly, 'you cannot help me, and your presence will make me protect two rather than just myself. Can you swim?'
'I can.'
'Then swim out to him. Swim to the boat. It is Andrew, and I know him.'
'All right.'
She wasted no time in pleas or farewells but went down to the water's edge and stripped off her outer gown. Then she walked into the water.
There was a shout of rage from one of the men, and they started to run. Instantly I fired at the nearest. He threw up his arms and fell to the rocks. Throwing the pistol to make them dodge, I drew one of my own from my waistband. This they had not suspected, and they halted suddenly. They were close enough for me not to miss, and they knew it.
One of them drew a pistol, also. I suspected their orders had been to take us alive if possible but not to permit us to escape in any event. Behind me I could hear the chunking of the oar. I had two pistols of my own now that Legare's heavy horse pistols were gone, but I also had a sword.
Taking a step back on the slippery rocks, I drew the second pistol, holding one in either hand. The man with the pistol hesitated no longer but lifted his to take careful aim. That was all very well, but we who lived in the forest and must ever be ready for attack by the red men often had no time for such things. I shot from where my gun was held, and the man dropped his pistol and went to a knee. He started to grope for the fallen gun, and I fired again. Then, thrusting both guns back into my waistband, I drew my sword and backed into the water.
None of the others seemed to be armed with firearms. The water raised about me, and I heard a voice say, 'Here, Captain, behind you.'
The boat was there, and Diana, very wet, was already aboard. I climbed in over the gunwale and dropped to the bottom. Instantly Andrew pushed us away, and I sat up slowly.
'One shillin', suh,' Andrew suggested, 'I will need to have a shillin'.'
Chapter XVI
And now suddenly all changed.
Legare came into the room as I ate breakfast, and Henry was with him. My gesture invited them to join us, and they did so. In many places in the islands the presence of a black at the table would not have been permitted, but in the pirate city of Port Royal there were no distinctions as to race.
'Adele has spoken to me of your need for some kind of a statement,' he said. 'She thought only of protecting my good name, but there is more at stake here, and despite her wish to protect me, my good name rests on no such shaky foundation. I married Adele, and she is my lady, and that is enough. If more is wanted, there is a field of honor where I can bring those who question my judgment.
'Now--' He drew from his pocket a rolled sheet of parchment. 'A statement sworn to before a notary. This is her story. Names are named here, that of Joseph Pittingel among them. If you need more, I shall myself come to Cape Ann or Shawmut or wherever and make my statement.'
'Thank you. I am sure this will be sufficient.' At that moment there was a tap at the door. 'You are in time to meet Diana Macklin, who was taken for the second time by Pittingel's men.'
Opening the door, I admitted Diana and a maid I had hastily secured for her through the good offices of Augustus Jayne.
Legare bowed over her hand. 'Adele has spoken of you,' he said. 'May I express my regrets for all that has happened? With the statement he now has, Kin Sackett may soon put an end to all this.'
She turned quickly to me. 'Please! Can we go home? My father was wounded when they took me, and I have no idea if he is alive or dead.'
'We will go. My friend John Tilly will be in port tomorrow, returning from the outer islands. At least, so he has planned.'
'You are sure you will not need me?' Legare asked.
'I think not,' I said. 'And I am sure Adele will.'
He smiled quickly, shyly for a man who had proved to be so unexpectedly bold and swift in action. 'She is my first and greatest happiness.'
'And you?' I looked over at Henry. 'You are among your people now. Will you stay here?'
He shook his head. 'My place is with you if you will have me along. These people are of my race and my blood, but I have always been a man alone. I like the way you fight and the way you think. Mayhap our roads are the same.'
'If you wish it,' I agreed. He was a good man and a strong man, and wherever I would go, such would be needed.
Legare extended his hand. 'Enough, then. They know me in Port Royal, and what you need, you may have if you will but speak. I cannot thank you enough.'
When they were gone, and Diana and I were alone but for the maid, I said, 'Have you eaten? I had just begun.'
'I waited for you. I thought ... well, I thought you might not wish to eat alone.'
I held a chair for her. 'I hope,' I said, 'never to eat alone again.'
Her face was faintly pink, and she looked up to meet my eyes, hers twinkling a little. 'That might be taken as a proposal.'
