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"Well," said he, after a little thought, "I now have reason to believe that the convicts are not in the corral.""We shall soon know," said Pencroft, "when we have scaled the palisade.""To the corral, my friends!" said Cyrus Harding.
"Shall we leave the cart in the wood?" asked Neb.
"No," replied the engineer, "it is our wagon of ammunition and provisions, and, if necessary, it would serve as an entrenchment.""Forward, then!" said Gideon Spilett.
The cart emerged from the wood and began to roll noiselessly towards the palisade.The darkness was now profound, the Silence as complete as when Pencroft and the reporter crept over the ground.The thick grass completely muffled their footsteps.The colonists held themselves ready to fire.Jup, at Pencroft's orders, kept behind.Neb led Top in a leash, to prevent him from bounding forward.
The clearing soon came in sight.It was deserted.Without hesitating, the little band moved towards the palisade.In a short space of time the dangerous zone was passed.Neb remained at the onagers' heads to hold them.
The engineer, the reporter, Herbert, and Pencroft, proceeded to the door, in order to ascertain if it was barricaded inside.It was open!
"What do you say now?" asked the engineer, turning to the sailor and Spilett.
Both were stupefied.
"I can swear," said Pencroft, "that this gate was shut just now!"The colonists now hesitated.Were the convicts in the corral when Pencroft and the reporter made their reconnaissance? It could not be doubted, as the gate then closed could only have been opened by them.Were they still there, or had one of their number just gone out?
All these questions presented themselves simultaneously to the minds of the colonists, but how could they be answered?
At that moment, Herbert, who had advanced a few steps into the enclosure, drew back hurriedly, and seized Harding's hand.
"What's the matter?" asked the engineer.
"A light!"
"In the house?"
"Yes!"
All five advanced and indeed, through the window fronting them, they saw glimmering a feeble light.Cyrus Harding made up his mind rapidly."It is our only chance," said he to his companions, "of finding the convicts collected in this house, suspecting nothing! They are in our power!
Forward!" The colonists crossed through the enclosure, holding their guns ready in their hands.The cart had been left outside under the charge of Jup and Top, who had been prudently tied to it.
Cyrus Harding, Pencroft, and Gideon Spilett on one side, Herbert and Neb on the other, going along by the palisade, surveyed the absolutely dark and deserted corral.
In a few moments they were near the closed door of the house.
Harding signed to his companions not to stir, and approached the window, then feebly lighted by the inner light.
He gazed into the apartment.
On the table burned a lantern.Near the table was the bed formerly used by Ayrton.
On the bed lay the body of a man.
Suddenly Cyrus Harding drew back, and in a hoarse voice,--"Ayrton!" he exclaimed.
Immediately the door was forced rather than opened, and the colonists rushed into the room.
Ayrton appeared to be asleep.His countenance showed that he had long and cruelly suffered.On his wrists and ankles could be seen great bruises.
Harding bent over him.
"Ayrton!" cried the engineer, seizing the arm of the man whom he had just found again under such unexpected circumstances.
At this exclamation Ayrton opened his eyes, and, gazing at Harding, then at the others,--"You!" he cried, "you?"
"Ayrton! Ayrton!" repeated Harding.
"where am I?"
"In the house in the corral!"
"Alone?"
"Yes!"
"But they will come back!" cried Ayrton."Defend yourselves! defend yourselves!"And he fell back exhausted.
"Spilett," exclaimed the engineer, "we may be attacked at any moment.
Bring the cart into the corral.Then, barricade the door, and all come back here."Pencroft, Neb, and the reporter hastened to execute the engineer's orders.There was not a moment to be lost.Perhaps even now the cart was in the hands of the convicts!
In a moment the reporter and his two companions had crossed the corral and reached the gate of the palisade behind which Top was heard growling sullenly.
The engineer, leaving Ayrton for an instant, came out ready to fire.
Herbert was at his side.Both surveyed the crest of the spur overlooking the corral.If the convicts were lying in ambush there, they might knock the settlers over one after the other.
At that moment the moon appeared in the east, above the black curtain of the forest, and a white sheet of light spread over the interior of the enclosure.The corral, with its clumps of trees, the little stream which watered it, its wide carpet of grass, was suddenly illuminated.From the side of the mountain, the house and a part of the palisade stood out white in the moonlight.On the opposite side towards the door, the enclosure remained dark.A black mass soon appeared.This was the cart entering the circle of light, and Cyrus Harding could hear the noise made by the door, as his companions shut it and fastened the interior bars.
But, at that moment, Top, breaking loose, began to bark furiously and rush to the back of the corral, to the right of the house.
"Be ready to fire, my friends!" cried Harding.
The colonists raised their pieces and waited the moment to fire.
Top still barked, and Jup, running towards the dog, uttered shrill cries.
The colonists followed him, and reached the borders of the little stream, shaded by large trees.And there, in the bright moonlight, what did they see? Five corpses, stretched on the bank!
They were those of the convicts who, four months previously, had landed on Lincoln Island!