Part 36 (2/2)

”It isn't my secret,” said Mr. Chalk. ”So far as I'm concerned I'd tell you with pleasure.”

The captain slowly withdrew his arm from Mr. Chalk's, and moving to the side leaned over it with his shoulders hunched. Somewhat moved by this display of feeling, Mr. Chalk for some time hesitated to disturb him, and when at last he did steal up and lay a friendly hand on the captain's shoulder it was gently shaken off.

”Secrets!” said Brisket, in a hollow voice. ”From me! I ain't to be trusted?”

”It isn't my doing,” said Mr. Chalk.

”Well, well, it don't matter, sir,” said the captain. ”Bill Brisket must put up with it. It's the first time in his life he's been suspected, and it's doubly hard coming from you. You've hurt me, sir, and there's no other man living could do that.”

Mr. Chalk stood by in sorrowful perplexity.

”And I put my life in your hands,” continued the captain, with a low, hard laugh. ”You're the only man in the world that knows who killed Smiling Peter in San Francisco, and I told you. Well, well!”

”But you did it in self-defence,” said the other, eagerly.

”What does that matter?” said the captain, turning and walking forward, followed by the anxious Mr. Chalk. ”I've got no proof of it. Open your mouth-once-and I swing for it. That's the extent of my trust in you.”

Mr. Chalk, much affected, swore a few sailorly oaths as to what he wished might happen to him if he ever betrayed the other's confidence.

”Yes,” said the captain, mournfully, ”that's all very well; but you can't trust me in a smaller matter, however much I swear to keep it secret. And it's weighing on me in another way: I believe the crew have got an inkling of something, and here am I, master of the s.h.i.+p, responsible for all your lives, kept in ignorance.”

”The crew!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the startled Mr. Chalk.

Captain Brisket hesitated and lowered his voice. ”The other night I came on deck for a look round and saw one of them peeping down through your skylight,” he said, slowly. ”I sent him below, and after he'd gone I looked down and saw you and Mr. Tredgold and Stobell all bending over a paper.”

Mr. Chalk, deep in thought, paced up and down in silence.

”That's a secret,” said Brisket. ”I don't want them to think that I was spying. I told you because you understand. A s.h.i.+pmaster has to keep his eyes open, for everybody's sake.”

”It's your duty,” said Mr. Chalk, firmly.

Captain Brisket, with a little display of emotion, thanked him, and, leaning against the side, drew his attention to the beauty of the stars and sea. Impelled by the occasion and the charm of the night he waxed sentimental, and with a strange mixture of bluffness and shyness spoke of his aged mother, of the loneliness of a seafarer's life, and the inestimable boon of real friends.h.i.+p. He bared his inmost soul to his sympathetic listener, and then, affecting to think from a remark of Mr.

Chalk's that he was going to relate the secret of the voyage, declined to hear it on the ground that he was only a rough sailorman and not to be trusted. Mr. Chalk, contesting this hotly, convinced him at last that he was in error, and then found that, bewildered by the argument, the captain had consented to be informed of a secret which he had not intended to impart.

”But, mind,” said Brisket, holding up a warning finger, ”I'm not going to tell Peter Duckett. There's no need for him to know.”

Mr. Chalk said ”Certainly not,” and, seeing no way for escape, led the reluctant man as far from the helmsman as possible and whispered the information. By the time they parted for the night Captain Brisket knew as much as the members of the expedition themselves, and, with a rare thoughtfulness, quieted Mr. Chalk's conscience by telling him that he had practically guessed the whole affair from the beginning.

He listened with great interest a few days later when Mr. Tredgold, after considering audibly which island he should visit first, gave him the position of Bowers's Island and began to discuss coral reefs and volcanic action. They were now well in among the islands. Two they pa.s.sed at a distance, and went so close to a third-a mere reef with a few palms upon it-that Mr. Chalk, after a lengthy inspection through his binoculars, was able to declare it uninhabited.

A fourth came into sight a couple of days later: a small grey bank on the starboard bow. Captain Brisket, who had been regarding it for some time with great care, closed his gla.s.s with a bang and stepped up to Mr.

Tredgold.

”There she is, sir,” he said, in satisfied tones.

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