Part 13 (1/2)
My skeptical laugh must have annoyed him.
”Then you'd better get busy if it's true that we sail to-morrow.”
”Hope you'll have a pleasant trip.”
”Thanks. Sorry we can't ask you, captain. But there really isn't room and our party is full. No doubt you'll be starting on a little jaunt of your own soon?”
”Yes, to-morrow, too, as it happens. Perhaps we may meet again. It's a small world after all, Mr. Sedgwick.”
”We'll look out for you.”
”Do. And go prepared for squalls. One never knows what may happen. The Pacific is treacherous. Likely enough you'll meet dirty weather.”
”I'm thinking you're right. But the yacht is good for it.”
”And the yacht's pa.s.sengers?” he asked with angled brows.
”We're all good sailors.”
”But isn't there a good deal of yellow fever in Panama?”
”Not now. There used to be.”
”Haven't I heard of pirates in the Isthmus country?” he asked, smiling with superb impudence.
”That's in the past too, captain; but if we meet any, the vermin will be glad to sheer off. I'll promise you that.”
The villain drew a breath of mock relief.
”That makes my mind easier, Mr. Sedgwick. I'll confess I've been a little troubled for you.”
”Thanks for your kind thoughts, but I'm confident we can look out for ourselves.”
Our words had been light enough, but be sure there was no laughter in the eyes that fastened each pair to the other. For me, I never was more vigilant in my life--and Bothwell knew it.
”Going up-town, captain? If not I'll say good evening.”
He nodded genially.
”Pleasant voyage. And _do_ be careful of the squalls and the fever and the pirates. Do you know I can't help thinking you had better leave Evie at home for me to take care of.”
”But you're leaving, too, I understood you to say. No, we'll take good care of her. I give you my word on that.”
I had been edging round him with the intention of backing away. He held out his hand, but--well, my fingers were otherwise engaged. They still caressed a k.n.o.bby bit of metal in my overcoat pocket.
At the last moment, so it appeared, he yielded to an impulse.
”Must we really be in opposite camps, Mr. Sedgwick? Come! Let's arrange a compromise. Neither of us alone has enough to go on. You need me and my sc.r.a.p of map. I need you and your bit of chart. We'll consolidate forces and go to Panama together.”