The third shot, aimed this time at the downs forming the upper side of Union Bay, struck the sand at a distance of four miles, then having ricocheted: was lost in the sea in a cloud of spray.
For the fourth piece Cyrus Harding slightly increased the charge, so as to try its extreme range.Then, all standing aside for fear of its bursting, the match was lighted by means of a long cord.
A tremendous report was heard, but the piece had held good, and the colonists rushing to the windows, saw the shot graze the rocks of Mandible Cape, nearly five miles from Granite House, and disappear in Shark Gulf.
"Well, captain," exclaimed Pencroft, whose cheers might have rivaled the reports themselves, "what do you say of our battery? All the pirates in the Pacific have only to present themselves before Granite House! Not one can land there now without our permission!""Believe me, Pencroft," replied the engineer, "it would be better not to have to make the experiment.""Well," said the sailor, "what ought to be done with regard to those six villains who are roaming about the island? Are we to leave them to overrun our forests, our fields, our plantations? These pirates are regular jaguars, and it seems to me we ought not to hesitate to treat them as such!
What do you think, Ayrton?" added Pencroft, turning to his companion.
Ayrton hesitated at first to reply, and Cyrus Harding regretted that Pencroft had so thoughtlessly put this question.And he was much moved when Ayrton replied in a humble tone,--"I have been one of those jaguars, Mr.Pencroft.I have no right to speak."And with a slow step he walked away.
Pencroft understood.
"What a brute I am!" he exclaimed."Poor Ayrton! He has as much right to speak here as any one!""Yes," said Gideon Spilett, "but his reserve does him honor, and it is right to respect the feeling which he has about his sad past.""Certainly, Mr.Spilett," answered the sailor, "and there is no fear of my doing so again.I would rather bite my tongue off than cause Ayrton any pain! But to return to the question.It seems to me that these ruffians have no right to any pity, and that we ought to rid the island of them as soon as possible.""Is that your opinion, Pencroft?" asked the engineer.
"Quite my opinion."
"And before hunting them mercilessly, you would not wait until they had committed some fresh act of hostility against us?""Isn't what they have done already enough?" asked Pencroft, who did not understand these scruples.
"They may adopt other sentiments!" said Harding, "and perhaps repent.""They repent!" exclaimed the sailor, shrugging his shoulders.
"Pencroft, think of Ayrton!" said Herbert, taking the sailor's hand."He became an honest man again!"Pencroft looked at his companions one after the other.He had never thought of his proposal being met with any objection.His rough nature could not allow that they ought to come to terms with the rascals who had landed on the island with Bob Harvey's accomplices, the murderers of the crew of the "Speedy," and he looked upon them as wild beasts which ought to be destroyed without delay and without remorse.
"Come!" said be."Everybody is against me! You wish to be generous to those villains! Very well; I hope we mayn't repent it!""What danger shall we run," said Herbert, "if we take care to be always on our guard?""Hum!" observed the reporter, who had not given any decided opinion.
"They are six and well armed.If they each lay hid in a corner, and each fired at one of us, they would soon be masters of the colony!""Why have they not done so?" said Herbert."No doubt because it was not their interest to do it.Besides, we are six also.""Well, well!" replied Pencroft, whom no reasoning could have convinced.
"Let us leave these good people to do what they like, and don't think anything more about them!""Come, Pencroft," said Neb, "don't make yourself out so bad as all that!
Suppose one of these unfortunate men were here before you, within good range of your guns, you would not fire.""I would fire on him as I would on a mad dog, Neb," replied Pencroft coldly.
"Pencroft," said the engineer, "you have always shown much deference to my advice; will you, in this matter, yield to me?""I will do as you please, Captain Harding," answered the sailor, who was not at all convinced.
"Very well, wait, and we will not attack them unless we are attacked first."Thus their behavior towards the pirates was agreed upon, although Pencroft augured nothing good from it.They were not to attack them, but were to be on their guard.After all, the island was large and fertile.If any sentiment of honesty yet remained in the bottom of their hearts, these wretches might perhaps be reclaimed.Was it not their interest in the situation in which they found themselves to begin a new life? At any rate, for humanity's sake alone, it would be right to wait.The colonists would no longer as before, be able to go and come without fear.Hitherto they had only wild beasts to guard against, and now six convicts of the worst description, perhaps, were roaming over their island.It was serious, certainly, and to less brave men, it would have been security lost! No matter! At present, the colonists had reason on their side against Pencroft.Would they be right in the future? That remained to be seen.
