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Watch and Wait; The Young Fugitives

<hr />[Pg 139] <h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> <h2>THE NIGHT CHASE ON THE LAKE.</h2> Though the Isabel carried all her extra sails, the wind was so light that she made very little progress through the water, and the sound of oars which indicated the approach of a boat was appalling to Dan. There could be no doubt that it contained the slave-hunters in pursuit of Quin; and the fate of the whole party seemed to be linked with that of the slave, who was sleeping in happy security in the cabin. The schooner was close-hauled, and sailing as near the wind as she could; but Dan, as soon as he realized the peril of the situation, gave the boat a couple of points, which sensibly increased her speed. When he first heard the pursuer's boat, it was just abeam of the Isabel. His present course, therefore, carried him nearer to the boat for a time, [Pg 140]but it was not safe to permit her to get to the windward of the Isabel, in that light breeze. Dan was satisfied that, if he had been in the four-oar boat with his black crew, he could have overhauled the Isabel in a short time, if the two craft had been in the positions occupied by the pursuer and the pursued. The race depended entirely upon the character of the boat in which the slave-hunters had embarked. Whatever the result of the pursuit, Dan was fully determined not to be taken himself, nor to permit his friends on board to be taken. With the arms in the cabin, he was confident that he could make a good defence. But the thought of taking the life, even of a slave-hunter, was terrible to him, though he had fully reasoned himself into the belief that such a course would be perfectly justifiable before God; and he cared little for the judgment of a slave-holding community. His Maker had given him the right to be free—had endowed him with the right to use his own bone and sinew for his own benefit and happiness; and the man or the community that attempted to deprive him of this right [Pg 141]committed a crime against God and him, and it was his duty to defend himself against this violation of his Heaven-given right. He hoped, however, to be spared the pain of resorting to the use of arms. He prayed to God, with all the earnestness of an earnest nature, for more wind; for his creed, if he had any, was very simple, and included a belief in special providences. The boat of the slave-hunters was now not more than half a mile distant, and the chase had become intensely exciting to Dan and Lily, who alone were on deck. The trembling maiden could with difficulty maintain a reasonable self-possession. She was terrified as the panting hare when she feels the warm breath of the pursuing hound. "We shall certainly be taken, Dan," said she, as she caught sight of the boat beneath the main boom of the schooner. "We are lost." "No, Lily, not lost. You shall never be taken while I have a drop of blood left in my body," replied Dan, in a low and earnest tone. "Why, they are ever so much nearer than they were when we first saw them." [Pg 142]"That is true; but it is only because I changed the course of the boat." "Why did you change it, then?" "Because, if I run her down into the corner of the lake, they can easily cut us off." "I suppose you have done the best you could." "There was no other way to do," answered Dan, as he glanced under the boom at the pursuer. "We shall soon know which boat goes the fastest now." "I don't understand it at all," said Lily, whose knowledge of seamanship was very limited. "You know the shape of the letter A?" "I do." "Well, that boat has been running up one leg of the A, and I have been running up the other; so, you see, we must be coming nearer together. I had to run this way in order to use the wind to the best advantage." "But you will come together in this way in a few moments." "No; we are as near now as we can be, unless that boat sails faster than we do. I shall continue to sail in a straight line, but I shall get ahead of the [Pg 143]other if she does not change her course. She cannot cut me out now, at any rate." Probably Lily was willing to talk of this subject to banish more painful thoughts from her mind, though it is not likely that she clearly comprehended the tactics of the skipper of the Isabel. "Don't you think I had better call Cyd and Quin?" asked she, after she had again glanced at the position of the pursuing boat. "No, let them sleep. We will not call them till it is necessary to do so," replied Dan. "Do you think we can escape them?" asked she, anxiously. "I cannot tell, Lily. I hope so. It depends entirely upon the wind. If the breeze should die out, of course we could make no progress at all." "Do you think the wind will die out?" said she, nervously. "I can't tell, Lily. I hope not, I pray not." "Suppose it should die out, Dan?" added she, moving up nearer to the skipper. "If we lose the wind there is nothing to prevent the boat from overtaking us at once." [Pg 144]"O, dear!" shuddered Lily, moving up still nearer to him who was her only earthly protector. "Why do you tremble so, Lily?" asked Dan, as he took her hand and pressed it in his own, perhaps thinking that he might thus impart to her some of his own steadiness. "Because I am so terribly frightened," replied she, with quivering lips. "I would rather die than be taken; and I have been thinking that I would throw myself into the lake if the boat catches us." "You shall not be taken, Lily," said Dan, his lips compressed, and his teeth tightly closed, evincing the determination with which he had resolved to meet the slave-hunters, if they attempted to lay their polluting hands upon the gentle girl by his side. "What can you do against such men as those?" "I can fight, Lily; I would do so to save myself, but more to save you." "O Heaven! If I should be taken! What would become of me?" "No, no, Lily: don't take on so," said Dan, as he passed his arm around her waist—a familiarity [Pg 145]in which he had never before indulged, but which was done only as a father clasps his child—to inspire her with more confidence, to assure her that she was in the care of one who was able and willing to save her from the dreadful fate that impended. "I wish I could be brave as you are, Dan," said she, confidingly; for the expedient of her devoted friend seemed not to be without some effect. "You don't appear to be at all alarmed." "Because I have firmly resolved not to be taken myself, and not to let you be taken." "I suppose they only want Quin." "They cannot have him. He is a fugitive, like ourselves, and I don't believe God would permit us to escape if we should wickedly abandon him." "Nor I; we won't do that. We will all be taken together," said Lily, whose sympathy for the hunted runaway seemed, for the moment, to give her new courage. "Do you suppose they know any thing about us?" asked she. [Pg 146]"Perhaps they do. I suppose Colonel Raybone has sent hunters in every direction for us, and has probably offered a reward." "Then we shall certainly be taken," answered Lily, with a shudder. "We will not be taken, Lily, whoever pursues us." "Hallo! In the boat there!" shouted a man of the pursuing party. The slave-hunters were now within less than a quarter of a mile of the Isabel, for they had been gaining upon her by a vigorous use of their oars. The boat which contained them was now exactly astern of the schooner. "Hallo!" replied Dan, who, knowing that the men could not talk and row to the best advantage, was quite willing to converse with them. "What boat's that?" shouted the spokesman of the slave-hunters. "Captain Barrett's," replied Dan, whose virtue was not sufficiently developed to induce him to tell the truth in his present perilous situation. "Where from?" "Down below Brashear," answered Dan, who [Pg 147]had previously made up his mind what to say if any conversation with the pursuers should become necessary. "What ye doin up here?" "Came up with a party." "Seen ary runaway nigger in the water?" "No," shouted Dan, promptly. The question filled him with hope, for it assured him the slave-hunters had not been near enough even to hear the report of the fowling-pieces when he fired them; or, at least, not near enough to discover who had fired them. "Didn't ye see him?" asked the pursuers again. "No." "Gossifus! Wha—wha—wha—what's de matter?" demanded Cyd, rushing up from the cabin with Quin, both of them having been awakened from their slumbers by the voice of the skipper. "Silence, Cyd!" said Dan, in a low, decided tone. "Hush, Cyd!" added Lily, in a whisper. "Don't speak a word." "Wha—wha—wha——" [Pg 148]"Hush, Cyd!" repeated Lily, who seemed, in the moment of danger, to be endowed with a self-possession at variance with her former timidity. "Where you bound now?" called the slave-hunter. "Home," replied Dan. They asked no further questions for a time, and Dan saw, with a thrill of satisfaction, that they were lying upon their oars. He hoped that his answers had convinced them the runaway was not on board; but in this he was disappointed. He heard the men in the boat talking together, though he could not make out what they said. When the conference was ended, they renewed their efforts to overtake the Isabel. "Hallo, the schooner!" shouted the spokesman again. "Hallo, the boat," replied Dan. "Heave to, and let us see you a minute." "What for?" "Want to talk with you." "Can't stop." "Guess ye kin. Heven't ye seen nary nigger?" [Pg 149]"No." "Well, stop—won't ye?" "Can't stop; must get home by sunrise." "Well, ye must stop!" yelled the speaker, angrily, and with an oath. "Hossifus!" groaned Cyd, in mortal terror. "Shut up, Cyd," added Dan, sternly. "If you can't hold your tongue, I'll throw you overboard!" "Possifus! Ugh! Wha—wha—wha——" "Come, Cyd," interposed Quin, in a low tone, "don't make a noise. If you do, we shall all be lost." "Dis chile's awful skeered. I done wish I hadn't come," replied Cyd, in a gentler tone; but the words trembled on his lips. "Quin," said Dan. "Sar," replied the fugitive, with a self-possession which thoroughly shamed the quaking Cyd. "Take hold of the painter of the bateau, and haul it alongside." "Yes, sar." "Cyd, take hold and help him. Haul it up to the foremast, and take it on deck." [Pg 150]The order was obeyed, though Cyd, in his terror, was not able to render much assistance. The bateau was taken on deck to assist the sailing of the Isabel, and also to prevent the pursuers from seizing it, if they should unfortunately come near enough to do so. "Stop your boat, I say," yelled the slave-hunter, after they had pulled for a few moments with the most determined zeal. "Can't stop!" replied Dan. "Stop her, or I'll fire into you!" "Gossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, whose teeth were still chattering with fear. Dan made no reply, and concluded not to answer any more questions. "Are ye go'n to stop her?" demanded the pursuer. "I b'lieve you've got that nigger on board; and if ye don't heave to, I'll fotch ye up with a bullet." "Bring up the guns, Cyd," said Dan, with forced coolness. "Wha—wha—wha——" "The guns!" said Dan, fiercely, as he stamped his foot upon the flooring to emphasize his meaning. [Pg 151]"Gossifus! I done think—" But Cyd disappeared in the cabin without giving those on deck the benefit of his thoughts. "Now, Lily, you must go into your cabin. Lie down in your berth, for they may fire upon us," said Dan. "Don't be alarmed; there are only three men in that boat, and we can certainly beat them off." "I will not leave you, Dan. I am not afraid of the bullets. I only fear——" At that moment the report of a gun startled them, and the ball whistled close by Dan's head. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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