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Page 26
'He set the dried, salted head of the Devil, which Hugh had killed, high
on our prow, and all boats fled from us. Yet, for our gold's sake, we
were more afraid than they. We crept along the coast by night till we
came to the chalk cliffs, and so east to Pevensey. Witta would not come
ashore with us, though Hugh promised him wine at Dallington enough to
swim in. He was on fire to see his wife, and ran into the Marsh after
sunset, and there he left us and our share of gold, and backed out on
the same tide. He made no promise; he swore no oath; he looked for no
thanks; but to Hugh, an armless man, and to me, an old cripple whom he
could have flung into the sea, he passed over wedge upon wedge, packet
upon packet of gold and dust of gold, and only ceased when we would take
no more. As he stooped from the rail to bid us farewell he stripped off
his right-arm bracelets and put them all on Hugh's left, and he kissed
Hugh on the cheek. I think when Thorkild of Borkum bade the rowers give
way we were near weeping. It is true that Witta was an heathen and a
pirate; true it is he held us by force many months in his ship, but I
loved that bow-legged, blue-eyed man for his great boldness, his
cunning, his skill, and, beyond all, for his simplicity.'
'Did he get home all right?' said Dan.
'I never knew. We saw him hoist sail under the moon-track and stand
away. I have prayed that he found his wife and the children.'
'And what did you do?'
'We waited on the Marsh till the day. Then I sat by the gold, all tied
in an old sail, while Hugh went to Pevensey, and De Aquila sent us
horses.'
Sir Richard crossed hands on his sword-hilt, and stared down stream
through the soft warm shadows.
'A whole shipload of gold!' said Una, looking at the little _Golden
Hind_. 'But I'm glad I didn't see the Devils.'
'I don't believe they were Devils,'Dan whispered back.
'Eh?' said Sir Richard. 'Witta's father warned him they were
unquestionable Devils. One must believe one's father, and not one's
children. What were my Devils, then?'
Dan flushed all over. 'I--I only thought,' he stammered; 'I've got a
book called _The Gorilla Hunters_--it's a continuation of _Coral
Island_, sir--and it says there that the gorillas (they're big monkeys,
you know) were always chewing iron up.'
'Not always,' said Una. 'Only twice.' They had been reading _The Gorilla
Hunters_ in the orchard.
'Well, anyhow, they always drummed on their chests, like Sir Richard's
did, before they went for people. And they built houses in trees, too.'
'Ha!' Sir Richard opened his eyes. 'Houses like flat nests did our
Devils make, where their imps lay and looked at us. I did not see them
(I was sick after the fight), but Witta told me, and, lo, ye know it
also? Wonderful! Were our Devils only nest-building apes? Is there no
sorcery left in the world?'
'I don't know,' answered Dan, uncomfortably. 'I've seen a man take
rabbits out of a hat, and he told us we could see how he did it, if we
watched hard. And we did.'
'But we didn't,' said Una, sighing. 'Oh! there's Puck!'
The little fellow, brown and smiling, peered between two stems of an
ash, nodded, and slid down the bank into the cool beside them.
'No sorcery, Sir Richard?' he laughed, and blew on a full dandelion head
he had picked.
'They tell me that Witta's Wise Iron was a toy. The boy carries such an
iron with him. They tell me our Devils were apes, called gorillas!' said
Sir Richard, indignantly.
'That is the sorcery of books,' said Puck. 'I warned thee they were wise
children. All people can be wise by reading of books.'
'But are the books true?' Sir Richard frowned. 'I like not all this
reading and writing.'
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