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Drinking as heavily as any, Syn then shouted, “Bring tools to pry
open Black Nick’s chests. And now, my lads, though he never meant to
hoist it, no doubt there’s a Jolly Roger in the flag locker? If so,
let’s hoist it to show our true colours and our teeth.”
One of the crew cried out that they had one below which they had
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“Fetch it,” cried Syn heartily. “You’ll have no cause to mutiny now.”
At once, a great black flag was produced by the crew, with a white
skull-and-crossbones painted on it.
“Splendid!” cried Syn. “Mister Tarragona, since our course is nor’
east, we shall pass in sight of the Governor’s House, where Black Nick
drinks and laughs at our waiting for him. Keep your eyes ski
and when we are abreast of it, strike the St. Nicholas and run up that
Jolly Roger. At the same time, let ‘em have a Governor’s salute. Aye, a
broadside of the lee -guns, and see there’s shot in ‘em. Now, my lads,
put a deck stopper on the cable, and then cut the cable, abaft it. Hoist
the jib and when I sing out, stand by the slip. Shake a leg, my jolly
dogs. Topsail halyards. Stand by to slip. Slip the cable. Hoist away .”
Then he broke into his chanty in a ringing voice:
“Oh, here’s to the feet what have walked the plank,
Yo-ho for the dead man’s trottle,
And here’s to the corpses afloat in the tank,
And the dead man’s teeth in the bottle.”
With the ru
filling canvas, and with the straining of every plank, the St. Nicholas
leapt through the waves in obedience to her new master.
Chapter 16
The Red-Beared Planter
In the Governor’s House, His Spanish Excellence and his guests, Black
Nick and a great giant, with a luxuriant red beard of Scottish descent,
he boasted, called McCallum at that time, played cards and drank. Black
Nick’s wife, the beautiful Imogene Almago, was forced to make the
fourth, but since the gentlemen were drunk, she came in for the little
balance in playing carelessly. Her attention was listless for the cards,
but riveted upon a
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handsome, slim boy who slept upon a sofa. She was disgusted with these
so-called gentlemen, when the very cards she had to handle were wet with
red wine.
Suddenly a thunderous crash of thunder shook the house, bringing them
all to their feet, and partly sobering the men.
The screaming of the Governor’s slaves brought them out upon the
balcony facing the sea. There they saw the white seawall of the garden
was shattered. The Governor’s pleasure swift ship was passing close
inshore.
“It is my ship,” cried Black Nick. “See the flag, St. Nichola s.”
“They are hauling it down,” said the red-beareded planter.
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“Oh God, Nicholas,” sobbed Imogene. “It is Christopher. I know it.”
“Nonsense!” replied Nicholas. “How could it be?”
But the proof was soon to come, for an empty treasure -chest was
thrown overboard, and across the water they heard a ringing voice cry
out in Spanish, “As for these things, heave ‘em overboard and let ‘em
float ashore to her. I’ll have no petticoats aboard my ship.”
They saw a magnificent figure in scarlet, stooping over another chest
upon the high poop-deck, and hurling garments over the bulwarks into the
sea. The tide was ru
disappeared around the h ead, laces, satins, velvets and rich brocades
came floating to the beach. A little boy was highly delighted in
retrieving them. “Look, Mother, another of your dresses. I remember this
one well. And look, her it yet one more of your mantillas.”
That nigh t, Black Nick flet in panic, leaving his wife and son behind
in a convent, promising the Lady Mother large sums of money on his
return. He slipped aboard a pirate vessel in which he was interested,
and sailed for the North American coast. He abandoned all hope of
recovering the St. Nicholas, and only thought of escaping from Doctor
Syn.
The red-bearded planter did not take things so tamely. Forseeing the
danger of losing his treasure ships, that were awaiting the St.
Nicholas, and he arrived to hear sad news. He found the captain of the
Santa Mariana sick in his cabin and with a fine tale to tell. “We were
signaled by the St. Nicholas to put to sea as arranged. When, out of
sight of land, we two captains were signaled to come aboard the St.
Nicholas. The Captain Clegg, who had command, ordered us to fetch our
treasure -chests and hand them over to his keeping, for, as he said,
should we fall in with enemy ships, he could outsail them and save the
treasure -chests for the King of Spain. I was glad to do this, and to be
relieved thus of my responsibility, but my colleague thought otherwise,
and refused to give over his charge. Captain Clegg raged out this, but
eventually ordered the voyage to proceed. About an hour later, the St.
Nicholas dropped astern, for she had been sailing between us. She then
came up again rapidly upon the lee side of the Celesta, and without
warning, opened a broadside which completely crippled her. I could not
retaliate, since my colleague was between us, sheltering the traitor, so
I turned and ran for the Gulf, thus at least saving my men and your
ship. As we tacked away, we saw Clegg’s men board the Celesta, and after
taking away her treasure to boats, they deliberately sank her. I think
that evey man aboard the unfortunate vessel peri shed.”
“I’ll have this Clegg hanged as a pirate, if I spend all my fortune
in doing it.” cried the Planter. “He will not hide from me.”
But Clegg had no intention of hiding. After robbing and sinking three
fat merchant ships bound for Cuba, he sailed back to Santiago, sank a
ship, in the
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harbour mouth in passing, and then as a warning once more, shattered the
garden wall of the Governor’s house which was being rebuilt. He then
rowed ashore and impudently demanded twenty thousand pieces of gold, or
he vowed he’d destroy the town. He also ordered the Governor to hand
over Black Nick to his keeping.
The Governor raised the money by the next day, but assured Clegg that
Black Nick had gone—with the planter, he thought—and was no doubt in
Havana. So with the money in his hold, Clegg sailed for Havana.
After sending a broadside into the astonished and terrified town, he
once more made his impudent demand for payment, threating to destroy the
town and shipping, if the money was not forthcoming within six hours.
Now, McCallum, the planter, being one of the richest men in all
Havana, was summoned to the Citadel for consultation with the Governor.
He was no coward, and had not the same dread for Clegg as Nicholas. He
was not the type to run away to save his skin. His fury against Clegg
added to his bravery, and he now saw a heaven-sent chance for settling
his score. “We will collect this money, and I will carry it aboard,” he
told the Governor. “I will then lure him to my house on the plantation,
under the pretext of delivering Black Nick into his hands. I will tell
him of his enemy’s fear of him, and the thought of suddenly meeting him
and settling of his account will be too good to resist. He will come,
and as we dine, we will have a strong guard of military to arrest him.
Then we will demand full payment, and hang the lot of the rascals after