Part 5 (1/2)

”I can't pull back to my rubber plantations and sail them away, can I?”

”I do not understand you, sir,” said the lieutenant sharply.

”No, and you don't care to understand me, mister. 'No,' says you, 'it's no business of mine about his pesky injyrubby fields.'”

”Why should it be, sir?” said the lieutenant shortly.

”Exackly so, mister; but it means a deal to me. How shall I look after you're gone when the slaver's skipper--”

”Ah!” cried Murray excitedly. ”Then she is a slaver!”

The American's eyes twinkled as he turned upon the young man.

”Yew're a sharp 'un, yew are,” he said, showing his yellow teeth. ”Did I say she was a slaver?”

”Yes, you did,” cried Murray.

”Slipped out then because your boss began saying slaver, I suppose.

That was your word and I give it to yew back again. I want to live peaceable like on my plantation and make my dollahs out of that there elastic and far-stretching projuice of the injyrubbery trees. That's my business, misters, and I'm not going to take away any man's crackter.”

”You have given me the clue I want, sir,” said the lieutenant, ”and it is of no use for you to s.h.i.+rk any longer from telling me the plain truth about what is going on up this river or creek.”

”Oh, isn't it, mister officer? Perhaps I know my business better than you can tell me. I dessay yew're a very smart officer, but I could give you fits over growing rubber, and I'm not going to interfere with my neighbours who may carry on a elastic trade of their own in black rubber or they may not. 'Tain't my business. As I said afore, or was going to say afore when this here young shaver as hain't begun to shave yet put his oar in and stopped me, how should I look when yew'd gone and that half-breed black and yaller Portygee schooner skipper comes back with three or four boat-loads of his cut-throats and says to me in his bad language that ain't nayther English, 'Murrican, nor nothing else but hashed swearing, 'Look here,' he says, 'won't injyrubber burn like fire, eh?' 'Yes,' I says, civil and smooth, 'it is rayther rum-combustible.'

'So I thought,' he says. 'Well, you've been letting that tongue of yours go running along and showing those cusses of Britishers where I anchor my boat and load up with plantation stuff for the West Injies; so jes' look here,' he sez, 'I've lost thousands o' dollars threw yew, and so I'm just going to make yew pay for it by burning up your plantations and putting a stop to your trade, same as yew've put a stop to mine. I shan't hurt yew, because I'm a kind-hearted gentle sorter man, but I can't answer for my crew. I can't pay them, because yew've took my s.h.i.+p and my marchandise, so I shall tell them they must take it outer yew.

And they will, stranger. I don't say as they'll use their knives over the job, and I don't say as they won't, but what I do say is that I shouldn't like to be yew.' There, Mister Officer, that's about what's the matter with me, and now yew understand why I don't keer about meddling with my neighbours' business.”

”Yes, I understand perfectly,” said the lieutenant, ”but I want you to see that it is your duty to help to put a stop to this horrible traffic in human beings. Have you no pity for the poor blacks who are made prisoners, and are dragged away from their homes to be taken across the sea and sold like so many cattle?”

”Me? Pity! Mister, I'm full of it. I'm sorry as sorrow for the poor n.i.g.g.e.rs, and whenever I know that yon schooner is loading up with black stuff I shuts my eyes and looks t'other way.”

”Indeed!” cried Murray. ”And pray how do you manage to do that?”

”Why, ain't I telling on you, youngster? I shuts my eyes so as I can't see.”

”Then how can you look another way?”

The American displayed every tooth in his head and winked at the lieutenant.

”Yew've got a sharp 'un here, mister. I should keep him covered up, or shut him up somehow, 'fore he cuts anybody or himself. But yew understand what I mean, mister, and I dessay you can see now why I feel it my business to be very sorry for the black n.i.g.g.e.rs, but more sorry for myself and my people. I don't want to be knifed by a set o' hangdog rubbish from all parts o' the world. I'm a peaceable man, mister, but you're a cap'en of a man-o'-war, I suppose?”

”Chief officer,” said the lieutenant.

”And what's him?” said the American, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the mids.h.i.+pman. ”Young chief officer?”

”Junior officer.”

”Oh, his he? Well, I tell you what: yew both go and act like men-o'-war. Sail up close to that schooner, fire your big guns, and send her to the bottom of the river.”

”And what about the poor slaves?” said Murray excitedly.