"No," he said; "we're all f.a.gged as it is, and no pulling on our part will bring us alongside of a boat that can sail like that. Pull steadily, my lads, and let the stream do the rest. The chances are that the captain has sent a boat up the river to look after us, and that we shall catch the lugger between two fires, if Mr Munday has not been first."

A good lookout was kept as the cutter dropped down the stream, and at every bend the men were ready to fire, but they searched with eager eyes in vain, and a general feeling of disappointment had attacked the hungry and exhausted party, while the lieutenant's countenance was over-clouded by a stern look which betokened the bent of his thoughts in connection with the coming meeting with his chief, when a glimpse was seen through the trees at a sharp curve which sent a thrill of excitement through the boat and made Murray spring to his feet.

"What's that?" cried the lieutenant.

"The lugger, I think, sir," whispered the middy. "I just caught sight of one of her masts."

"Hist! Silence!" said the lieutenant. "Dip as quietly as you can, my lads. Two of you there, t.i.tely and Lang, be ready to fire, and drop the steersman if they don't lower their sails."

"Ay, ay, sir!" came back, in a whisper, followed by the clicking of musket locks, and the oars dipped into the water with scarcely a sound.

"I can't make her out, Mr Murray," whispered the lieutenant. "Are you sure that you were not deceived?"

"Certain, sir," was the reply.

"I saw her too, sir," put in Roberts, "but the trees were very thick and there's a big bend there."

"Humph! Yes; the stream winds and doubles upon itself like a snake.

You, Tom May, you've got a voice like a speaking trumpet; be ready to hail them, and if they don't lower their sail directly, fire, as I said before, at their steersman."

The minutes which followed were full of excitement, and then a low murmur arose, for one of the men forward turned to draw the attention of the officers in the stern sheets to the head of a mast which was seen for a few moments pa.s.sing along above the bushes apparently at the edge of the river, and only some five hundred yards from where the cutter was gliding swiftly down.

"We shall do it, my lads," whispered the lieutenant to the middies.

"But they've altered their course, sir," said Roberts softly. "They're coming to attack."

"No, no; that's only because the stream winds so; or else--yes, that's it. They've caught sight of one of our boats coming up, and, bravo! we shall take the scoundrels, as I expected, between two fires."

The lieutenant sprang to his feet and clapped his hand to his sword, for a clean white lug sail came fully into sight. But he thrust his sword back into its sheath before dropping into his seat, for Tom May growled out in his siren-like voice--

"Second cutter, sir, and yon's Mr Munday, sir, in the starn sheets."

"Then where's the slaver's lugger?" cried the first lieutenant, and a voice from the man-o'-war boat which was coming up stream under oars and a couple of lug sails shouted--

"_Seafowls_ ahoy!"

"Bah!" cried Mr Anderson. "Then we must have pa.s.sed some branch of the river; and I'm sure we kept a sharp lookout. How stupidly blind!"

"Perhaps Mr Munday's lads pa.s.sed a branch, sir," cried Murray eagerly.

"Thank you, Mr Murray," said the lieutenant, clapping the lad on the shoulder. "I hope you're right, for I could never have forgiven myself if we had been met by this fresh misfortune."

CHAPTER THIRTY.

BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME.

"Why, where have you been?" cried the second lieutenant, as the two boats ran alongside. "The captain's been nearly mad with excitement and anxiety."

"Oh, don't ask me," cried Mr Anderson. "But tell me this, has the stream forked anywhere as you came up?"

"Yes, once: about a mile lower down; but the river was very shallow and insignificant, and I did not think it was worth while to explore there.

But why?"

"Shallow--insignificant!" said the lieutenant bitterly. "It was big and important enough to float a large lugger--the one we are pursuing."

"The one that we saw at the mouth of the river when we entered the bay?

I was wondering where that had gone as we came up."

"No doubt the same," replied Mr Anderson. "Well, you've let the enemy slip, Munday."

"Nonsense! You don't mean that, man?"

"There's no mistake," said the lieutenant; "and it means this, that you will have to share the captain's anger and disappointment over my failure."

"I? But why?"

"For not catching the gang of scoundrels I was driving down before me.

Oh, Munday, you ought to have taken that boat!"

"But how was I to know, man?"

"Don't stop to talk. Run on back and find the lugger if you can, while I keep on down the main stream. We may overtake the wretches after all, and if either of us sees the enemy in the offing of course we must pursue, even if it's right out to sea."

"But the captain--the _Seafowl_? We must report what has happened."

"I will, of course, in pa.s.sing. You, if you come up first, need only say that there is a nest of slavers up the river, and that I have had a sharp fight. If the captain has seen the lugger, tell him it is full of a gang of scoundrels who have fired upon us, and that the vessel ought to be sunk."

"You had better tell him all this yourself, Anderson," said the second lieutenant, in a whisper that the men could not hear, "and I wouldn't say a word about my missing the lugger on the way, for he's in a towering rage, and will only be too glad to drop on to me for what I really could not help."

"No, I suppose not," said the first lieutenant good-humouredly; "but you might take your share of his ill-humour."

"But it is all on account of your being so long away."

"Well, that was not my fault, man. We've had a rough time of it; but be off sharply, and as to the missing business, follow and catch the scoundrels, and I won't say a word."

"Oh, I say, Anderson!" protested the second lieutenant.

"Well, there, be off and I'll see." The second cutter's sails were sheeted home, and she glided off without more being said, while at little more than half the rate the first cutter went on under oars, but well helped by the current; and they had not gone far down the winding river before the silence of the cane brake was broken by a dull report which made the two middies half rise from their seats by their leader.

"That means the _Seafowl_ firing at the lugger to heave to, sir," said Murray.

"May you be right, my lad," replied Mr Anderson. "Step the masts, my lads, and hoist sail."

The orders were obeyed, and sometimes catching the light breeze and at others helped by the st.u.r.dy pulling at the oars, the cutter sped on, her occupants hearing shots fired from time to time, and reading clearly enough that the occupants of the lugger, if it was she who was being summoned to heave to, had not obeyed, but were racing on and trying to make their escape.

This grew more and more certain as the time glided on, and Roberts went so far as to a.s.sert that he could tell the difference between the unshotted and the shotted guns which followed.