Part 16 (1/2)
”Shut the door, Mr Herrick,” said the captain, as he threw himself into a chair, and I obeyed and remained standing there.
”Come close up to the table, my lad, and I'll hear what you have to say, for I should be sorry to discourage a young officer who was in earnest about his profession, as I have noted that you seem to be.”
”Thank you, sir,” I faltered, as I walked forward to where the swinging lamp cast its full light on my face, making my eyes ache, after being so many hours in the darkness, while I noticed that the captain sat in the shade.
”Now, Mr Herrick,” he said, ”I talked of one fable, let me say a word about another. I hope this is not going to be a case of the mountain in labour, and out crept a mouse.”
This put me quite out of heart, my hands grew damp, and I felt a tickling sensation of dew forming upon my temples and at the sides of my nose. My throat felt dry, and my lips parted, but no words came.
”There, there,” he said kindly, ”don't be afraid. Speak out.”
”Yes, sir,” I said hastily. ”It was only this. I think I read somewhere once, in a paper, about a Malay prahu being taken by the captain of a s.h.i.+p pretending to be helpless, and this made the prahu, which could sail twice as fast as his s.h.i.+p, come close up to attack him.”
”Yes; and what then?”
”The captain sunk the prahu, sir.”
”Humph!” said Captain Thwaites, frowning and leaning back in his chair.
”That's what I should like to do to the piratical junks, Mr Herrick.
But--”
He stopped, and I saw that he was watching me keenly. But he had not ordered me out of the cabin, nor called me an impertinent puppy, so I felt better. The plunge had been made, and I waited not quite so nervously for his next words.
”Yes--what I should like to do, Mr Herrick; but I am dealing with cunning Chinese, and not with bold Malays.”
”No, sir,” I said; ”but could not we--you--I mean we--I mean--” I stammered.
”Come, come, Mr Herrick, there is no need for all this tremor. Sit down, my lad.”
”Thank you, sir; I would rather stand, please. I think I could talk better.”
”Very well, then,” he said, smiling; ”stand. You have some notion in your head, then?”
”Yes, sir,” I said eagerly, for the nervousness all pa.s.sed away in the excitement I felt. ”I thought that if I could do as I liked, I'd take the _Teaser_ up some creek where she couldn't be watched, and then I'd close all the ports, send the men over the side to paint out the streak, and I'd paint the funnel another colour, and get yards all anyhow, and hide all the guns. I'd make her look like one of the tea-screws, and get a lot of Chinamen on board for sailors.”
I saw that he kept on bowing his head, and I was so excited that I went on.
”No, I know. If you tried to get some Chinese sailors on board, it would be talked about, and perhaps the pirates would get to know, for they must have friends in some of the ports.”
”Then down go some of your baits, my lad.”
”No, sir. I know. You could make Ching--”
”That Chinese interpreter?”
”Yes, sir. Make him do up some of our lads with pigtails made of blackened oak.u.m, and in duck-frocks they'd do at a distance.”
”Heads not shaven?”