“Why, Master Craddock, the pirate ship came back from its careening upon the very day that you left us.  They laid us aboard, and, short-handed as we were, with the best of the men ashore with you, we could offer but a poor defence.  Some were cut down, and they were the happiest.  The others were killed afterwards.  As to me, I saved my life by signing on with them.”

“And they scuttled my ship?”

“They scuttled her, and then Sharkey and his men, who had been watching us from the brushwood, came off to the ship.  His mainyard had been cracked and fished last voyage, so he had suspicions of us, seeing that ours was whole.  Then he thought of laying the same trap for you which you had set for him.”

Craddock groaned.  “How came I not to see that fished mainyard?” he muttered.  “But whither are we bound?”

“We are running north and west.”

“North and west!  Then we are heading back towards Jamaica.”

“With an eight-knot wind.”

“Have you heard what they mean to do with me?”

“I have not heard.  If you would but sign the articles—­”

“Enough, Joshua Hird!  I have risked my soul too often.”

“As you wish.  I have done what I could.  Farewell!”

All that night and the next day the Happy Delivery ran before the easterly trades, and Stephen Craddock lay in the dark of the sail-room working patiently at his wrist-irons.  One he had slipped off at the cost of a row of broken and bleeding knuckles, but, do what he would, he could not free the other, and his ankles were securely fastened.  From hour to hour he heard the swish of the water, and knew that the barque must be driving with all set in front of the trade wind.  In that case they must be nearly back again to Jamaica by now.  What plan could Sharkey have in his head, and what use did he hope to make of him?  Craddock set his teeth, and vowed that if he had once been a villain from choice he would, at least, never be one by compulsion.

On the second morning Craddock became aware that sail had been reduced in the vessel, and that she was tacking slowly, with a light breeze on her beam.  The varying slope of the sail room and the sounds from the deck told his practised senses exactly what she was doing.  The short reaches showed him that she was manoeuvring near shore, and making for some definite point.  If so, she must have reached Jamaica.  But what could she be doing there?

And then suddenly there was a burst of hearty cheering from the deck, and then the crash of a gun above his head, and then the answering booming of guns from far over the water.  Craddock sat up and strained his ears.  Was the ship in action?  Only the one gun had been fired, and though many had answered, there were none of the crashings which told of a shot coming home.  Then, if it was not an action, it must be a salute.  But who would salute Sharkey, the pirate?  It could only be another pirate ship which would do so.  So Craddock lay back again with a groan, and continued to work at the manacle which still held his right wrist.  But suddenly there came the shuffling of steps outside, and he had hardly time to wrap the loose links round his free hand, when the door was unbolted and two pirates came in.