Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repast, had got some water from a spring, spread out the fruit and bread, and cooked the kid.Just at the moment when they were taking the dainty animal from the spit, they saw Edmond springing with the boldness of a chamois from rock to rock, and they fired the signal agreed upon.The sportsman instantly changed his direction, and ran quickly towards them.But even while they watched his daring progress, Edmond's foot slipped, and they saw him stagger on the edge of a rock and disappear.They all rushed towards him, for all loved Edmond in spite of his superiority; yet Jacopo reached him first.
He found Edmond lying prone, bleeding, and almost senseless.
He had rolled down a declivity of twelve or fifteen feet.
They poured a little rum down his throat, and this remedy which had before been so beneficial to him, produced the same effect as formerly.Edmond opened his eyes, complained of great pain in his knee, a feeling of heaviness in his head, and severe pains in his loins.They wished to carry him to the shore; but when they touched him, although under Jacopo's directions, he declared, with heavy groans, that he could not bear to be moved.
It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his dinner, but he insisted that his comrades, who had not his reasons for fasting, should have their meal.As for himself, he declared that he had only need of a little rest, and that when they returned he should be easier.The sailors did not require much urging.They were hungry, and the smell of the roasted kid was very savory, and your tars are not very ceremonious.An hour afterwards they returned.All that Edmond had been able to do was to drag himself about a dozen paces forward to lean against a moss-grown rock.
But, instead of growing easier, Dantes' pains appeared to increase in violence.The old patron, who was obliged to sail in the morning in order to land his cargo on the frontiers of Piedmont and France, between Nice and Frejus, urged Dantes to try and rise.Edmond made great exertions in order to comply; but at each effort he fell back, moaning and turning pale.
"He has broken his ribs," said the commander, in a low voice."No matter; he is an excellent fellow, and we must not leave him.We will try and carry him on board the tartan." Dantes declared, however, that he would rather die where he was than undergo the agony which the slightest movement cost him."Well," said the patron, "let what may happen, it shall never be said that we deserted a good comrade like you.We will not go till evening." This very much astonished the sailors, although, not one opposed it.
The patron was so strict that this was the first time they had ever seen him give up an enterprise, or even delay in its execution.Dantes would not allow that any such infraction of regular and proper rules should be made in his favor."No, no," he said to the patron, "I was awkward, and it is just that I pay the penalty of my clumsiness.Leave me a small supply of biscuit, a gun, powder, and balls, to kill the kids or defend myself at need, and a pickaxe, that I may build a shelter if you delay in coming back for me.""But you'll die of hunger," said the patron.
"I would rather do so," was Edmond reply, "than suffer the inexpressible agonies which the slightest movement causes me." The patron turned towards his vessel, which was rolling on the swell in the little harbor, and, with sails partly set, would be ready for sea when her toilet should be completed.
"What are we to do, Maltese?" asked the captain."We cannot leave you here so, and yet we cannot stay.""Go, go!" exclaimed Dantes.
"We shall be absent at least a week," said the patron, "and then we must run out of our course to come here and take you up again.""Why," said Dantes, "if in two or three days you hail any fishing-boat, desire them to come here to me.I will pay twenty-five piastres for my passage back to Leghorn.If you do not come across one, return for me." The patron shook his head.
"Listen, Captain Baldi; there's one way of settling this,"said Jacopo."Do you go, and I will stay and take care of the wounded man.""And give up your share of the venture," said Edmond, "to remain with me?""Yes," said Jacopo, "and without any hesitation.""You are a good fellow and a kind-hearted messmate," replied Edmond, "and heaven will recompense you for your generous intentions; but I do not wish any one to stay with me.A day or two of rest will set me up, and I hope I shall find among the rocks certain herbs most excellent for bruises."A peculiar smile passed over Dantes' lips; he squeezed Jacopo's hand warmly, but nothing could shake his determination to remain -- and remain alone.The smugglers left with Edmond what he had requested and set sail, but not without turning about several times, and each time ****** signs of a cordial farewell, to which Edmond replied with his hand only, as if he could not move the rest of his body.
Then, when they had disappeared, he said with a smile, --"'Tis strange that it should be among such men that we find proofs of friendship and devotion." Then he dragged himself cautiously to the top of a rock, from which he had a full view of the sea, and thence he saw the tartan complete her preparations for sailing, weigh anchor, and, balancing herself as gracefully as a water-fowl ere it takes to the wing, set sail.At the end of an hour she was completely out of sight; at least, it was impossible for the wounded man to see her any longer from the spot where he was.Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks, took his gun in one hand, his pickaxe in the other, and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted terminated."And now," he exclaimed, remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman, which Faria had related to him, "now, open sesame!"