Part 2 (1/2)

With a sudden movement he shook his arms free, and after two ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets.

”That man's a pa.s.senger,” said Montgomery. ”I'd advise you to keep your hands off him.”

”Go to h.e.l.l!” said the captain, loudly. He suddenly turned and staggered towards the side. ”Do what I like on my own s.h.i.+p,”

he said.

I think Montgomery might have left him then, seeing the brute was drunk; but he only turned a shade paler, and followed the captain to the bulwarks.

”Look you here, Captain,” he said; ”that man of mine is not to be ill-treated. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard.”

For a minute, alcoholic fumes kept the captain speechless.

”Blasted Sawbones!” was all he considered necessary.

I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow, pertinacious tempers that will warm day after day to a white heat, and never again cool to forgiveness; and I saw too that this quarrel had been some time growing. ”The man's drunk,” said I, perhaps officiously; ”you'll do no good.”

Montgomery gave an ugly twist to his dropping lip. ”He's always drunk.

Do you think that excuses his a.s.saulting his pa.s.sengers?”

”My s.h.i.+p,” began the captain, waving his hand unsteadily towards the cages, ”was a clean s.h.i.+p. Look at it now!”

It was certainly anything but clean. ”Crew,” continued the captain, ”clean, respectable crew.”

”You agreed to take the beasts.”

”I wish I'd never set eyes on your infernal island. What the devil--want beasts for on an island like that? Then, that man of yours--understood he was a man. He's a lunatic; and he hadn't no business aft. Do you think the whole d.a.m.ned s.h.i.+p belongs to you?”

”Your sailors began to haze the poor devil as soon as he came aboard.”

”That's just what he is--he's a devil! an ugly devil! My men can't stand him. _I_ can't stand him. None of us can't stand him.

Nor _you_ either!”

Montgomery turned away. ”_You_ leave that man alone, anyhow,” he said, nodding his head as he spoke.

But the captain meant to quarrel now. He raised his voice. ”If he comes this end of the s.h.i.+p again I'll cut his insides out, I tell you.

Cut out his blasted insides! Who are you, to tell me what I'm to do?

I tell you I'm captain of this s.h.i.+p,--captain and owner.

I'm the law here, I tell you,--the law and the prophets.

I bargained to take a man and his attendant to and from Arica, and bring back some animals. I never bargained to carry a mad devil and a silly Sawbones, a--”

Well, never mind what he called Montgomery. I saw the latter take a step forward, and interposed. ”He's drunk,” said I. The captain began some abuse even fouler than the last. ”Shut up!” I said, turning on him sharply, for I had seen danger in Montgomery's white face.

With that I brought the downpour on myself.

However, I was glad to avert what was uncommonly near a scuffle, even at the price of the captain's drunken ill-will. I do not think I have ever heard quite so much vile language come in a continuous stream from any man's lips before, though I have frequented eccentric company enough. I found some of it hard to endure, though I am a mild-tempered man; but, certainly, when I told the captain to ”shut up” I had forgotten that I was merely a bit of human flotsam, cut off from my resources and with my fare unpaid; a mere casual dependant on the bounty, or speculative enterprise, of the s.h.i.+p.

He reminded me of it with considerable vigour; but at any rate I prevented a fight.

IV. AT THE SCHOONER'S RAIL.

THAT night land was sighted after sundown, and the schooner hove to. Montgomery intimated that was his destination.

It was too far to see any details; it seemed to me then simply a low-lying patch of dim blue in the uncertain blue-grey sea.

An almost vertical streak of smoke went up from it into the sky.