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"This rascal Howlman has informed upon the poor devil for spite," said the Commander; "here's a private note from Hayling to myself about the fellow." The lieutenant took the note and read "My dear Arness, Just a line on my own account. Be careful what you are doing in this business. The fellow who informed is a sort of hanger-on to the missionaries here.
Hayling to come to my cabin, and to the captain that I shall not be with him for ten minutes yet. Ten minutes will do your business, Mr. Howlman, eh?" "Certainly, your Excellency," and an evil smile crossed the man's repulsive features. The marine saluted, the secretary appeared, and the Admiral, nodding towards Mr. Howlman in anything but a friendly manner, growled: "My secretary, Mr. Hayling.
And then, with a quick glance at the cunning visage of Howlman, he added, "I suppose you knew this young woman very well perhaps were a particular friend of hers?" Mr. Obadiah Howlman coughed. "Hm er.
Write a letter to Commander Arness, and tell him to call at Anuda and arrest a deserter from the marines, calling himself George Barcom, and who can be identified by this photograph. He is the only white man on the island, so this Mr. Howlman says, and there should be no difficulty in finding him. That will satisfy you, I presume, Mr. Howlman?" "Quite, sir, I assure you. I have done my duty and "
This is Mr. Howlman, Mr. Hayling; he has a communication to make about a deserter. Now, sir, proceed." "This," said the man, producing a photograph and laying it on the table, "is a portrait of a person named George Barcom, who, I have every reason to believe, was a sergeant of marines on the Flycatcher when she was on this station five years ago." "Take charge of that photograph, Mr. Hayling.
"One moment more, sir," and a spiteful green lit up the little piggish eyes. "I desire, as a British subject, to speak to you privately on this matter, and to you alone. There are reasons very particular reasons why her Majesty's Consul or the Fiji police here cannot deal with this case." "Oh, well," sighed the Admiral resignedly; "sit down, Mr. Howlman.
The Admiral, however, did not give the order to start the engines immediately, for the sentry, in accordance with orders received from the secretary, waited till Mr. Obadiah Howlman was at the foot of the accommodation-ladder, and then called out, "Hold on that boat a minute or two; the Admiral wants to send a letter ashore." For twenty minutes Mr.
I am, I trust, walking in the Light, and do not want to obtain wealth which is but of this world for performing such duty." "Well, well, I am sure I beg your pardon, Mr. Howlman. But now I really cannot talk any longer here, so please do not keep me. At the same time if there is a deserter here I don't see what business it is of yours to interest yourself in his capture.
Then, when my ship has gone, you you and he you must promise me this, Tui must leave this island as quickly as possible; so that when Obadiah Howlman sends another warship here as he will do they may not discover that I am a liar and have been false to my duty." "Oh, sir, is this true? Surely you would not tell a lie to a poor native girl like me?"
Howlman waited impatiently in the boat, and then a big, official-looking letter was handed down the ladder to the boatman, addressed: "O.H.M.S. Commander Arness, H.M.S. Spitfire care of H.B.M. Consul, Levuka, Fiji." Mr. Howlman smiled to himself with the satisfied air of a man who has done his duty.
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