Chapter XXXII We receive a Terrible Shock
As it was, we contented ourselves with sending a letter to the British Consul there (supposing that there existed such a functionary), exhorting him to use his influence to obtain a fair trial for the rogue called James Strong, and to see that he was not sent to Siberia without good and sufficient cause shown.
“Great Jupiter!” said Jack, when he had read over my letter. “Why, man, we have evidence enough to send the fellow to Siberia, or to the next world for that matter, half a dozen times over!”
So we had, of course.
“And I’ll tell you what, Peter!” continued Jack, “it will serve us well right, when we’ve got the rascal out of his scrape by our confounded meddling, if he turns up just in time to snatch the treasure out of your fingers at the very last minute. What’ll you do if he shows up at Streatham and claims the right to dig with you, neck and neck for the last lap?”
“Oh, come,” I said, “that’s quite a different thing! I should let him hang in England, fast enough, but it’s unpleasant to think of Russians stringing the poor beggar up far away from friends and country!”
Doubtless Jack agreed with me, for he took no steps to prevent the despatch of my letter. But it has since struck me that it is, after all, very doubtful whether the proximity of “friends and country” would have comforted Strong much if he had had the rope round his neck, even an English rope.
What with fishing all day and sitting shivering in pine trees all night (like a couple of frozen-out sedge-warblers, as Jack picturesquely expressed it), we contrived to pass away the time for the best part of a week, and then Kuzmá arrived, having prepared for us a surprise which for absolute breathless unexpectedness undoubtedly broke the record in so far as my own limited experience went, or Henderson’s either!
Michail came running up to the moor where Jack and I were busily engaged in trying to induce a covey of grouse to allow us within range of our guns, and imparted the exciting information that Kuzmá’s boat was in sight.
At the news Jack and I gladly conceded the honours of war to our covey of grouse and hastened down to the shore to see Kuzmá’s boat, for it had come to this, that we were so very hard up for excitement on this island that we would have gone miles to see anything or nothing.
“There are three men on board,” said Jack, as the boat came nearer, running straight for the shore before a fresh breeze. “I suppose they’ve brought a police officer along to make inquiries on the spot.”
“I hope he won’t ask us to go to Narva as witnesses!” I laughed. “That would be a bad look-out for poor Strong, Jack, eh?”
Jack was gazing at the boat as it neared the land; I gazed too, watching the jolly little craft cut the water into an endless V as it flew scudding towards us, as though rejoiced at the prospect of getting home.
“Peter,” said Jack presently, “look at the fellow in the bows; he’s got his head round this way. If I were not absolutely certain that such a thing were impossible, I should say it was James Strong.”
“What?” I shrieked, “which? where?” I stared at the man; it was Strong, there could not be a doubt of it—there was no mistaking his face, even at this distance.
“Good gracious! Jack, what are we to do?” I said, trembling at the knees like any coward. “Heaven help us, what will happen now?” I added. My nerve seemed to have taken to itself wings at the sight of James Strong!
“Why, what’s the matter, man?” said Jack. “It’s a mystery to me how the fellow happens to be in that boat, but you may take your oath that he’s pretty harmless as far as we are concerned; he won’t catch us napping again, if we have to watch him all day and night till the steamer comes!”
I recovered presently, and called myself many evil names for yielding to a craven instinct at sight of this ill-omened person. I was not really afraid of the fellow; it was the unexpected that upset me—it always does.
As a matter of fact, there was little to be afraid of in the wretched man. It was not the James Strong whom we had known in Africa that landed among us that afternoon in Hogland. It was a poor, broken-spirited, hopeless creature that raised his arms with a cry of despair at seeing us, and hid his face and trembled and refused to leave the boat when Kuzmá and others beached it and ran it, with him still seated in the bows, up the shore. I felt quite sorry for the terrified wretch.
“Well, James Strong,” said Jack, “this is an unexpected meeting, after all that has passed! How come you here, pray?”
“I didn’t expect to find you on the island,” said Strong. “Oh, curse my luck!” he added, in a wailing tone which changed into one of sudden ferocity as his eye fell upon Jack, who was laughing at him.
“Yes, it is poor luck for you, I admit,” said the latter, “but, if it is any comfort for you to know it, you would have been too late in any case, for we have got all there was to find.”
“I don’t believe a word of it,” said Strong.
“And what’s more,” continued Jack, ignoring Strong’s remark, “the elder had it all the while, and would have given it to you if you hadn’t shot at him. So you see what comes of evil temper, James Strong. Now, if you had not shot poor Clutterbuck, and tried to murder my friend and me, you might have followed us to England, and perhaps, even yet, have robbed us of our possessions. As it is, you see, if you come to England you will certainly hang!”
James Strong swore one of his vile oaths and spluttered there was no proof. Who was going to believe our lies? It was much more probable that we had shot Clutterbuck than he, and any jury of Englishmen would see that the whole yarn was a foul conspiracy. Then he changed his tone and whimpered, and said he had passed a miserable fortnight in the Russian prison in Narva, and beseeched us, if we were men and Englishmen, to help him escape to England and thence anywhere we pleased. The Narva police would be after him by to-morrow for a certainty, even if these Russian fiends did not carry him back and deliver him up.
“Tell us your story, with as few lies as you can put into it,” said Jack, “and we’ll think what’s best to be done with you.”