“Where is your mistress?” I asked one of them.

He could tell me nothing.  I asked the same question of another man whom I met within a few yards.

“I see Missy going to Massa Wilkins’ house,” he said.  “Two men take her.”

Wilkins was, I knew, the name of the principal overseer.  Uncle Moses coming up with me, I bade him lead me at once to Mr. Wilkins’ house.  We ran on as fast as our legs could carry us, the other negroes shuffling along behind, uttering cries and yells which angered me beyond endurance.  We had come some distance in the wrong direction, and I fumed in vain and bitter rage at the loss of time.

Coming into the road that led to the house I heard the sound of galloping horses, and though I continued to run until I was breathless and dripping with sweat I knew I was too late.  The thud of the hoofs grew fainter and fainter.  Without doubt Vetch had seized Mistress Lucy, and was hurrying her away; the villain had baffled me; Lucy, snatched from me, was hopelessly beyond my reach.

Chapter 28:  I Cut The Enemy’s Cables.

At the door of the overseer’s house stood Patty, Mistress Lucy’s old nurse, wringing her hands and weeping bitterly.  She told me through her tears that Vetch had set Lucy before him on his own horse, and that he was accompanied by two of his desperadoes.  I broke away from her as she was imploring me to save her “dear lamb,” as she called her mistress, and ran back in the direction of the big house to find a horse and lead a pursuit.

The whole place was in commotion.  All the negro workers on the estate seemed to have flocked together, many of them carrying flares which threw a lurid glow upon the scene.  Before I reached the house I was met by Cludde and Punchard, who had laid the captured buccaneers in pound.  I rapidly acquainted them with what had happened, and was going on to the stables to find horses when one of the negroes told me that there was none there, the only saddle horses being those which were now carrying Vetch and his companions to the coast.  But the wagons were still where we had left them; in the excitement of the past half hour they had been forgotten.  The horses were draught horses, and did not promise good speed, but we had no others; and I cried to the men to unyoke the teams, while I ran to the kitchen for a weapon.

I seized a couple of the buccaneers’ cutlasses, and hastening back, gave one to Cludde.  We had no time for saddling up; throwing ourselves on the horses’ bare backs, we set off with Punchard and Uncle Moses along the road, urging the beasts to a pace which I feared they could not long keep up.

As we drew near to the place of our ambush I remembered the overseers we had left tied up there in the wood, and their horses which we had tethered.  Bidding Punchard and the negroes ride on, I flung myself from the back of my sweating steed, ran into the wood, and soon returned with the saddle horses.  Within three minutes of our halt Cludde and I were galloping on, at a pace which soon outstripped our more heavily mounted companions.  Vetch had had but ten or fifteen minutes’ start of us, and his horse carrying a double burden, I hoped we should overtake him before he could convey Mistress Lucy aboard his brig.