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"Right you are, but it's time we had this stuff cleaned up now. You and Mr. Trenholm set at it while I put Bucky under ground." Petrak and I resumed the work of carrying the sacks into the crevice, while Thirkle busied himself at digging a grave in the soft sand near the place they had deposited Buckrow's body.
"Petrak was the one what killed the mate," said Buckrow. "It was Petrak done for the Dutchman, sir. I ain't no murderer, sir, Mr. Harris, but a sailorman what does his duty as he sees it, sir." "Come on deck then and we'll see about that," said Harris, who seemed to think that Buckrow's play of fear of him was genuine. "Come down and get me. Ye don't dare come down, ye big bucko.
"Now, will ye let go?" demanded Harris, and then he crashed down the wooden ladder. The forecastle was illumined by a flash, and Buckrow's pistol boomed, and then a second flash on the other side of the forecastle showed me the face of the Rev. Luther Meeker at the entrance to the forecastle behind a pistol which had sent a second bullet at the mate. And the Rev.
Petrak looked at Thirkle as if in doubt about Buckrow's sanity, and Thirkle gave him a look that seemed to me to be a message, and he made a furtive signal which I was not able to interpret. "Steady as she goes, mates; steady as she goes," purred Thirkle. "This is no time to quarrel. We'll have a gunboat down on us if we don't get away soon, and there's a lot to do yet before we leave.
Then without warning he sprang on Buckrow's back with a snarl like an animal, and the two of them went down in the narrow passage. "Gawd a'mighty!" screamed Buckrow, with every bit of air in his lungs, and I heard Petrak strike again. "Red he got me he " "Good!" said Thirkle into my ear, as if speaking to me.
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