CHAPTER THREE.
AN ITALIAN ALLIANCE.
"Now, sir, if you please," said Shaddy, "I think it's time to dosomething to this covering-in. We've had fine weather so far, but it'sgoing to change. What do you say to spreading another canvas over thetop?"
"If you think it's necessary, do it at once."
"It's going to rain soon," said the Italian lad, who was seated by Robcarefully winding up the line so that it might dry.
"And when it do rain out here, sir, it ain't one of your Britishmizzles, but regular cats and dogs. It comes down in bucketfuls. And,as you know, the best thing toward being healthy's keeping a dry skin,which you can't do in wet clothes."
Work was commenced at once after the boat had been swabbed clean, and acanvas sheet being unfolded, it was stretched over the ridge pole whichcovered in a portion of the boat, tightly tied down over the sides, andsecured fore and aft.
"There," said Shaddy when he had finished, the boys and Mr Brazierhelping willingly, "if we can keep the wind out we shall be all rightnow. Nothing like keeping your victuals and powder dry. Not much toosoon, sir, eh?"
Martin Brazier and his companion had been too busy to notice the changethat had come over the sky; but now they looked up to see that the sunwas covered by a dull haze, which rapidly grew more dense. The heatthat had prevailed for many days, during which they had fought their wayslowly up the great river, passed rapidly away, and Rob suggested thatrain would begin to fall soon.
"Not yet, my lad. These are not rain-clouds," said Shaddy; "that's onlydust."
"Dust? Where are the roads for it to blow off?" said Rob incredulously.
"Roads? No roads, but off the thousands of miles of dry plains."
Just then a hail came from the schooner, the captain looking over, andin extremely bad English suggesting that the party should come on board;but directly after he lapsed into Italian, addressed to his son.
"Father says we shall have two or three days' rain and bad weather, andthat you will be more comfortable on board till the storm has gone by."
"Yes," said Mr Brazier, "no doubt, but I don't like leaving the boat."
"She'll be all right, sir," said Shaddy. "I'll stop aboard with one ofthe Indians. Bit o' rain won't hurt us."
Mr Brazier hesitated.
"Better go, sir."
"To refuse would be showing want of confidence in him," said Brazier toRob, and then aloud,--
"Very well. Take care of the guns, and see that nothing gets wet."
Just then there was a whirling rush of cool wind, which rippled thewhole surface of the water.
"I shall take care of 'em, sir," said Shaddy. "Here comes the dinghy.Better get aboard whilst you can. She'll be off that sand-bank 'fore anhour's past. You can send us a bit of the fish, Mr Harlow. Haul us upclose, and drop some in."
"Yes, I'll look after you, Shaddy," replied Rob.
"And if this wind holds we shall soon be in the Paraguay river, sir, andsailing into another climate, as you'll see."
They went on board the schooner, where they were warmly welcomed by theItalian skipper, and in less time than Shaddy had suggested there was aheavy sea on, which rocked the loftily masted vessel from side to side.Then a sail or two dropped down, a tremendous gust of moisture-laden aircame from the south, the schooner rose, dipped her bowsprit, creakedloudly, and as quite a tidal wave rushed up the river before the stormshe seemed to leap off the sand-bank on its crest right into deep water,and sailed swiftly away due north.
All whose duty did not keep them on deck were snugly housed in thecabin, listening to the deafening roar of the thunder and watching thelightning, which flashed incessantly, while the rain beat and thrashedthe decks and poured out of the scuppers in cascades.
"They were right," said Brazier to Rob. "We're better here, but if thisgoes on our boat will be half full of water, and not a thing left dry."
"Shaddy will take care of them," said Rob quietly. "Besides, most ofthe things are packed in casks, and will not hurt."
Mr Brazier shook his head.
"I don't know," he said; "I'm afraid we shall have to renew our stock ofprovisions and powder at Assuncion, and they'll make us pay prettydearly for it, too."
The storm lasted well through the night, but at daybreak the rain hadceased. When they went on deck, there, swinging behind them, was thedrenched boat, with Shaddy seated astern, scooping out the last drops ofwater with a tin, and saving that the canvas tent was saturated andsteamed slightly, nothing seemed wrong. The morning was comparativelycool, a gleam of orange light coming in the east, and a pleasant galeblowing from the south and sending the shallow-draughted schooner onwardat a rapid pace.
A couple of hours later, with the sun well up, the temperature wasdelicious, the canvas of the boat tent drying rapidly, and Shaddy, afterhauling close up astern for the fish he had not forgotten, had reportedthat not a drop of water had got inside to the stores.
Days followed of pleasant sailing, generally with the pampero blowing,but with a few changes round to the north, when, as they tacked up theriver, it was like being in another climate.
One or two stoppages followed at the very few towns on the banks, and atlast the junction of the two great rivers was reached, the Parana, upwhich they had sailed, winding off to the east and north, the Paraguay,up which their destination lay, running in a winding course due north.
As Shaddy had prophesied, the change was wonderful as soon as they hadentered this river, and fresh scenes and novelties were constantlydelighting Rob's eyes as they slowly sailed on against the current.
"Oh yes, this is all very well," said Shaddy; "but wait till we've gotpast the big city yonder and left the schooners and trade and housesbehind: then I shall show you something. All this don't count."
Mr Brazier seemed to think that it did, and a dozen times over he wasfor bidding Captain Ossolo good-bye, thanking and paying him for towinghim up the river, and turning off at once into one of the streams thatran in through the virgin land west. But Shaddy opposed him.
"I'm only your servant, Mr Brazier, sir," he said, "and I'll do whatyou say; but you told me you wanted to go into quite noo country. Well,it will be easier for me to take you up one of these creeks or rivers,and you'll be able to hunt and collect; only recollect that it isn'tsuch very noo country--other folks have been up here and there. What Isay is, give the skipper good-bye when we get to Assuncion, and thenwe'll sail and row and pole up a couple of hundred miles farther, andthen turn off west'ard. Then I can take you up rivers whereeverything's noo to Englishmen, and in such a country as shall make yousay that you couldn't ha' thought there was such a land on earth."
Similar conversations to this took place again and again, and all firedMartin Brazier's brain as much as they did Rob's.
They had an unexpected effect, too, for, on reaching Assuncion, wherethe schooner cast anchor to discharge her cargo and take in a fresh onefor the downward journey, Captain Ossolo came over into the boat oneevening with his son, just as Brazier and Rob were busy with Shaddypacking in stores which had been freshly purchased, as possibly thiswould be the last place where they could provide themselves with some ofthe necessaries of life.
"Ah, captain," cried Brazier, "I'm glad you've come. I want to have asettlement with you for all you've done."
The captain nodded, and rubbed one brown ear, making the gold ringtherein glisten.
"What am I in your debt?" continued Brazier, "though no money can payyou for your kindness to us and excellent advice."
The captain was silent, and took to rubbing the other ear, his facewearing a puzzled expression.
"Don't be afraid to speak out, sir," continued Brazier; "I am sure youwill find me generous."
"_Si_! yes," said the captain, holding out his hand, which was at oncetaken; "much please--good fellow--_amico_--_bono_--_altro_--_altro_!"
He broke down and looked confused.
"I understand you," said Brazier, speaking slowly; "and
so are you agood fellow. I wish I could speak Italian. Do you understand me?"
"_Si! si_!" said the captain, nodding his head.
"We both hope to find you here again when we return, for you to help usdown the river again with the collections we shall have made."
This last puzzled the captain a little; but his son, who was at hiselbow, interpreted, and he nodded his head vehemently.
"_Si! si_!" he cried. "Take you back on _Tessa_. Get fever? No. Gethurt? No. Come back safe."
"My father means you are to take care of yourselves," said Joe, "bothyou and Rob. Shaddy has promised to help you all he can."
"Ah, to be sure I will; depend upon that," said the individual named.
"And father wants to say something else," said Joe.
"Yes, of course," said Brazier rather impatiently. "What am I in hisdebt?"
"Shall I tell him, father?" said the lad in Italian.
"_Si! si_!"
The lad cleared his voice, and fixed his eyes on Rob, but turned themdirectly after upon Brazier.
"My father says he will not take any money for what he has done."
"Oh, nonsense!" cried Brazier; "he must."
"No!" cried the skipper, frowning as he shook his head till his earringsglistened.
"He wants you to do him a favour."
"What does he so want--a gun, a watch, some powder?"
"No," said the lad, clearing his throat again; "he wants you to be afriend to me and take me with you in the boat."
"What?" cried Rob, with an eager look.
"Father--_il mio padre_--says it would do me good to go with you andtravel, and learn to speak English better."
"Why, you speak it well now."
"But better," continued Joe. "He would like me to go with Rob, and helpyou, and shoot and fish and collect things. He would like it verymuch."
Captain Ossolo showed his teeth and laughed merrily as he clapped hisson on the shoulder.
"Do you understand what your son says?" cried Brazier.
"_Si_! All he say. Giovanni want go bad, very much bad."
"I thought so," said Brazier. Then turning to the lad, "Do you knowthat we may be months away?"
"Yes, I know," said the lad eagerly. "Father says it would--Please takeme, Signore Brazier. I will be so useful, and I can fish, and cook, andlight fires."
"And lay the blame on your father, eh? He wants you to go?"
"He says I may, signore--I mean sir. He promised me that he would askyou."
"I understand," said Brazier; "but, my good lad, do you know that weshall have to rough it very much?"
"Bah!" exclaimed the boy. "You will have the boat, and Shaddy, and thefour Indian rowers. The country is paradise. It will be a holiday, adelight."
"And the insects, the wild beasts, the dangers of disease?"
"What of them? We shall be on the rivers, and I have been on rivershalf my life. Pray take me, signore."
Brazier shook his head, and a look of agony convulsed the boy's Southernfeatures.
"Speak to him, my father," he cried excitedly, "and you, Rob. We weremaking friends. Beg, pray of him to say yes."
"_Si_!" said the captain, nodding his head. "Do boy _mio_ good. Much,very good boy, Giovanni."
"Well, I hardly like to refuse you, my lad," said Brazier. "What do yousay, Rob? Could we make room for him?"
A light seemed to flash from Giovanni's eyes, and his lips parted as hewaited panting for Rob's reply.
"Oh yes; he would not take up much room."
"No, very little. I could sleep anywhere," cried the lad excitedly,"and I could help you so much. I know the country almost as well asShaddy. Don't I, Shaddy?"
"Say ever so much more, boy, if you like. But he does know a lot aboutit. Me and he's been more than one trip together, eh, lad?"
"Yes. But beg him to take me, Rob," cried the boy. "I do so want togo."
"You will take him, will you not, Mr Brazier?"
"I shrink from the responsibility," said Brazier.
"I'll take the responsibility, then," cried Rob eagerly.
"Suppose I say `no'?"
Giovanni's countenance changed at every speech, being one momentclouded, the next bright. And now as that word "No" rang out he claspedhis hands together and raised them with a gesture full of despair. Thenhis eyes lit up again, for Rob said quickly,--
"Don't say it, then. He would be so horribly disappointed now."
"_Si_! Take Giovanni," said the skipper, and the boy gave him agrateful glance.
"But suppose anything happens to him?"
The Italian captain could not grasp the meaning of this last speech, andturned to his son, who rendered it into their own tongue.
"Oh," replied the captain in the same language, "it is fate. He musttake care of himself. Suppose I fall overboard, and am drowned, or thefish eat me? Yes, he must take care."
"You would like him with us, then, Rob?" said Brazier.
"Yes, very much."
"That's enough, then. You shall come, my lad. Wait a moment; hear whatI have to say. You must be obedient and follow out my instructions."
"Yes; I'll do everything you tell me," cried the boy.
"And you will have to do as we do--live hard and work hard."
"I'm not afraid of work," said the boy, smiling.
"And now interpret this to your father. I will do everything I can toprotect you, and you shall be like one of us, but he must not expect meto be answerable for any mishaps that may come to us out in the wilds."
Giovanni turned eagerly to his father, but the skipper waved his hand.
"Understand," he said, nodding his head. "I you trust. Take _il mio_boy."
He held out his hand to Brazier, and shook his solemnly as if in signmanual of the compact, and then repeated the performance with Rob, whosehand he retained, and, taking his son's, placed them together.
"_Fratelli_! broders!" he said, smiling.
"Yes, I will be like a brother to you," cried Giovanni.
"All right," said Rob unpoetically; and then the skipper turned toShadrach, and grumbled out something in Italian.
"Toe be sure," growled the man in English. "'Course I will. You knowme, cap'en."
"_Si_!" replied the skipper laconically; and then, asking Rob toaccompany him, the Italian lad made for his little cabin to begin thefew preparations he had to make.
The result was that a canvas bag like a short bolster was handed downinto the boat, and then the boy followed with a light, useful-lookingrifle, belt and long keen sheath-knife, which he hung up under thecanvas to be clear of the night dew or rain.
It was still grey the next morning when the boatmen sat ready with theiroars, and Captain Ossolo stood in the dinghy beside Brazier's boat,which swung astern of the _Tessa_, down into whose hold scores oflight-footed women were passing basketfuls of oranges.
They paused in their work for a few minutes as the captain shook handswith all in turn.
"_A revederla_!" he cried, taking off his Panama hat. "I see you whenyou come back, ole boy; goo'-bye; take yourself care of you."
The next minute he was waving his soft hat from the dinghy, whileBrazier's boat was gliding up stream, and the two boys stood up and gavehim a hearty cheer.
"Now, youngsters," said Shaddy, as he cleared the little mast lyingunder the thwarts, "we shall catch the wind as soon as we're round thenext bend; so we may as well let Natur' do the work when she will."
"What's that, Shadrach?" said Brazier; "going to hoist the sail?"
"Ay, sir. No _Tessa_ to tow us now."
"True. What do you mean to do first?"
"Ask you to resist all temptations to stop at what you calls likelybits, sir, and wait till we get up a hundred mile or so, when I'll takeyou into waters which will be exactly what you want."
"Very good; I leave myself then in your hands."
"Just to start you, sir. After that it's you as takes the helm."
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p; As their guide said, the wind was fair as soon as they had rowed round abend of the great, smooth river; the sail was hoisted, the oars laid in,and the Indian rowers too, for as soon as they had ceased pulling theylay down forward to sleep, and that night the boat was moored to a treeon the eastern side of the stream, far-away from the haunts of civilisedman, while Rob lay sleepless, listening to the strange and weird soundswhich rose from the apparently impenetrable forest on the far-awaywestern shore.
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