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Salute to Adventurers

Chapter 8 RED RINGAN.

Word Count: 3567    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

se now. I was about to plunge into a wild world for no more startling causes than that I was a trader who wanted to save my pocket. It is to those who seek only peace and a quiet life that adv

ercer asked, when we had sat

inian Campbell," I s

ow if ye don't know that Ringan is the Scots for Ninian? Lord b

eside tales, but I could not help hearing of this man's exploits. He was a kind of leader of the buccaneers, and by all accounts no miscreant like Cosh, but a mirthful fellow, striking hard when need be, but at other times merciful and jovial. Now I set little stor

the Carolina keys. There's time to draw back, if ye want; but you've brought me the master word, and I'm bound to set you on the road. Just one word to ye, Mr. Garvald. Keep a

of their language, but this man was of a type not often seen in the Virginian lowlands. He was very tall, with a skin clear and polished like bronze, and, unlike the ordinary savage, his breast was unmarked, and his hair unadorned. He was naked to the waist, and below wore long leather br

I liked much the clean, lithe figure of their opponent. So I rode my horse among them, and laid on to them with the butt of my whip. They had their knives out, but I managed to disarm the one who attacked me, and my horse upset a second, while the Indian, who had no weapon but a stave, cracked the hea

ls you, Mr. Garvald, for this is a job in which you're nothing but a bairn." We pushe

held in store for me. The night before I had had qualms about the whole business, but the air of morning has a trick of firing my blood, and I believe I had forgotten the errand which was taking me to the Carolina shores. It

d water. Next morning it blew hard from the north, and in a driving rain we crept down the Carolina coast. One incident of the day I remember. I took in a reef or two, and adjusted the sheets, for this was a game I knew and loved. The Indian watched me closely, and made a sign to me to take the helm. He had guessed

that sometimes they almost had their feet in the surf; but now and then would come an open, grassy space running far inland. These were, the great savannahs where herds of wild cattle and deer roamed, and where the Free Companions came to fill their larders. It was a wilder land than the Tidewater, for only once did we see a

s broad as a cable's length, into which the wind carried us. Here it was very dark, the high sides with their gloomy trees showing at the top a thin line of reddening sky. Shalah hugged the starboard shore, and as the screen of the forest caught the wind it weake

ing his mouth to my ear, he spoke for the first time since we had left James Town. "It is hard to approach the Master, and m

angle of vines, or loose stones, or the trunks of fallen trees, I had prided myself on my hill-craft, but beside the Indian I was a blundering child, I might have made shift to travel as fast, b

d pool, maybe a mile around, and this was as full of shipping as a town's harbour. The water was but a pit of darkness, but I could make out the m

ul sight. The hollow was lit with the glow of a dozen fires, round which men clustered. Some were busy boucanning meat for ship's food, some were cooking supper, some sprawled in idleness, and smoked or diced. The night had now grown very black around us, and we were well protected, for the men in the glow had their eyes dazed, and could not spy into the darkness. We came very close a

d I marvelled at the gift. In after days I was to become something of a woodsman, and track as swiftly and silently as any man of my upbringing. But I never mastered the Indian art by which the foot descending in the darkness on something that will crackle

ld about a score of men. Torches made of pine boughs dipped in tar blazed at the four corners of the assembly, and in the middle on a boulder a man was sitting. He was

ned in his tracks and crawled to the left almost into the open. My sense of smell, as sharp almost as a dog's, told me that horses were picketed in the grass in front of us. Our road took us wi

th their own concerns do not keep anxious watch, and our precautions were needless. Presently we had come to the far side of the shelf

ced coat not made for him, which hung to his knees, and was stretched tight at the armpits. He had a heavy pale face, without hair on it. His teeth had gone, all but two buck-teeth which stuck out

-shaped and well-clad gentlemen to loutish seamen in leather jerkins. Some of the faces were stained dark with passion and crime, som

Companions? By the old custom of the Western Seas

low had offended against some one of th

eaman raised his hand, "The dice must judge," he s

t Cosh go his ways, and swear to amend them. The Brethren of the Coast cannot b

ght Ringan a little ivory box, which he held out to the prisoner. The

said Ringan. "Two even t

little and then ca

e threw, and th

fumbling miscreant before him, were all heavy with horror. I had no doubt that Cosh was worthy of death, but this cold and merciless treatment froze

our manner of death and to name y

sperate, the courage in him revived. He was fully armed, and i

that his body was answerable to his swiftest wish. I do not know, but I saw

etly. "Draw your cutlass, man. You have mayb

n came silence. I looked again, and saw Ringan wiping hi

oved. Suddenly at my shoulder Shalah gave the hoot of an owl, followed at a second's interval by a second a

ingan, whose word was law to them. Now the worst effect of fear is that it obscures good judgment, and makes a man in desperation do deeds of a foolhardiness from which at other times he would shrink. All I remembered in that moment was that I had to reach Ringan, and that Mercer had told me that

ian Campbell! I'm here

ere was a fierce murmur of voices, which were meaningless to me, for fear had got me again, and I had neither ears nor voice. Dimly it seemed that he gave some order, and I was trussed up with ropes

back to me, and I caught h

squatted on the floor watching me by the light of a ship's lantern. He ha

so you might slacken these ro

ccommodating gaoler, f

," I said, "for my t

it, or maybe 'twas only the effect of spirits on a weary body

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