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"How long will you be, sir?" "Not more than fifteen minutes." "I only asked, sir, because I wanted to know if I had time to give the horse a feed." Cabby was evidently quite convinced that his eccentric fare was not a bilker. Brett glanced around. In the neighbouring street was a public-house, which possessed what the agents call "a good pull-up trade." He pointed to it.
"No doubt he and that anointed sweep Bilker are having a very happy time together." "Father," said the girl in the native tongue, as he put down his cup, "Banderah is here. He came but now, and will not come inside, but waits for thee in the copra-house, lest he be seen talking to thee."
Styles' manner, and indisposed, interested in the case as I was, to give away my theories too freely. "The rest of the job was not very difficult. I found out the cabman who had taken Rameau away you can always get readier help from cabbies if you go as one of themselves, especially if you are after a bilker and from him got a sufficiently near East End direction to find Rameau after inquiries.
"Vy," said the German, whose face was considerably flushed by the liquor he had been drinking, "you vas in der plackpird drade yourselves von dime." "So I was, Peter," said Blount quietly, "but we did the thing honestly, fairly and squarely. I, and those with me, when I was in the labour trade, never stole a nigger, nor killed one. This fellow Bilker was a disgrace to every white man in the trade.
Then Bilker, accompanied by Schwartzkoff and Burrowes, were to go on board the schooner and settle the mate and the white steward. "How much sovereign you goin' to give Peter and Missa Burrowes?" asked Banderah. "Five hundred," answered Bilker; "five hundred between them. But I will give you a thousand." "You no 'fraid man-o'-war catch you by and by?" inquired Banderah. "No.
"How are you, Bandy?" said the seaman, walking smartly up to the chief, who was sitting on a mat inside his doorway, surrounded by a part of his harem and family, "you haven't forgotten me, have you?" "Oh, no, sir. I no forget you," said the native, civilly enough, but without warmth. "How are you, Cap'en Bilker?" "Sh', don't call me that, Bandy. I'm Captain Sykes now."
"Yes?" and Banderah's face at once assumed an expression of the most hopeless stupidity. "All right, Cap'en Sike. Come inside an' sit down." "Right, my boy," said Bilker genially, fumbling in his coat pocket, and producing a large flask of rum, "I've brought you a drink, Bandy; and I want to have a yarn with you."
Had it stuffed through the breast of his coat, like as though there might be a sling inside." "That's 'im. Any of ye tell me where I might run across old Bill Stammers? He'll tell me where my precious bilker went to." As to this there was plenty of information, and in five minutes Martin Hewitt, who had become an unoccupied cabman for the occasion, was on his way to find old Bill Stammers.
You know what to do white men walk along swamp to shoot duck, then one, two," and Captain Bilker made a motion with his right hand that was perfectly comprehensible to the chief. Banderah sat perfectly quiet on his mat and watched the captain return to Burrowes' house, from where a short time after he emerged, accompanied by his two fellow-conspirators. Then the three of them hailed the schooner.
Any one would have known the new-comer at once for a cabman taking a holiday. The brim of the hat, the bird's-eye neckerchief, the immense coat-buttons, and, more than all, the rolling walk and the wrinkled trousers, marked him out distinctly. "Watcheer!" he exclaimed, affably, with the self-possessed nod only possible to cabbies and 'busmen. "I'm a-lookin' for a bilker.
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