Part 16 (2/2)

”He was deceived by my keeping my back to him. I wasn't staring at anything, but his mistake gave me a notion.

”'I am staring at something that looks like a canoe over there,' I said very slowly.

”The skipper got concerned at once. It wasn't any danger from the inhabitants, whoever they were.

”'Oh, hang it!' says he. 'That's very unfortunate.' He had hoped that the schooner being on the coast would not get known so very soon.

'Dashed awkward, with the business we've got in hand, to have a lot of n.i.g.g.e.rs watching operations. But are you certain this is a canoe?'

”'It may be a drift-log,' I said; 'but I thought you had better have a look with your own eyes. You may make it out better than I can.'

”His eyes weren't anything as good as mine. But he says:

”'Certainly. Certainly. You did quite right.'

”And it's a fact I had seen some drift-logs at sunset. I saw what they were then and didn't trouble my head about them, forgot all about it till that very moment. Nothing strange in seeing drift-logs off a coast like that; and I'm hanged if the skipper didn't make one out in the wake of the moon. Strange what a little thing a man's life hangs on sometimes--a single word! Here you are, sitting unsuspicious before me, and you may let out something unbeknown to you that would settle your hash. Not that I have any ill-feeling. I have no feelings. If the skipper had said, 'O, bos.h.!.+' and had turned his back on me, he would not have gone three steps towards his bed; but he stood there and stared.

And now the job was to get him off the deck when he was no longer wanted there.

”'We are just trying to make out if that object there is a canoe or a log,' says he to Mr. Jones.

”Mr Jones had come up, lounging as carelessly as when he went below.

While the skipper was jawing about boats and drifting logs. I asked by signs, from behind, if I hadn't better knock him on the head and drop him quietly overboard. The night was slipping by, and we had to go. It couldn't be put off till next night no more. No. No more. And do you know why?”

Schomberg made a slight negative sign with his head. This direct appeal annoyed him, jarred on the induced quietude of a great talker forced into the part of a listener and sunk in it as a man sinks into slumber.

Mr. Ricardo struck a note of scorn.

”Don't know why? Can't you guess? No? Because the boss had got hold of the skipper's cash-box by then. See?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

”A common thief!”

Schomberg bit his tongue just too late, and woke up completely as he saw Ricardo retract his lips in a cat-like grin; but the companion of ”plain Mr. Jones” didn't alter his comfortable, gossiping att.i.tude.

”Garn! What if he did want to see his money back, like any tame shopkeeper, hash-seller, gin-slinger, or ink-spewer does? Fancy a mud turtle like you trying to pa.s.s an opinion on a gentleman! A gentleman isn't to be sized up so easily. Even I ain't up to it sometimes. For instance, that night, all he did was to waggle his finger at me. The skipper stops his silly chatter, surprised.

”'Eh? What's the matter?' asks he.

”The matter! It was his reprieve--that's what was the matter.

”'O, nothing, nothing,' says my gentleman. 'You are perfectly right. A log--nothing but a log.'

”Ha, ha! Reprieve, I call it, because if the skipper had gone on with his silly argument much longer he would have had to be knocked out of the way. I could hardly hold myself in on account of the precious minutes. However, his guardian angel put it into his head to shut up and go back to his bed. I was ramping mad about the lost time.”

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