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When Kipping, however, dived under Frank's feet, Frank, who had expected him to turn and run, tripped and fell, dropping the carving-knife, and instantly black man and white wriggled toward the weapon. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so dramatic.
Kipping, whom I had thought at first a mild, harmless man, had proved himself a vengeful bully, cowardly in a sense, yet apparently courageous enough so far as physical combat was concerned. Also, he had disclosed an unexpected subtlety, a cat-like craft in eavesdropping and underhanded contrivances.
"I'll have more to say later," said Roger; "but if I stay here much longer now, Falk and Kipping will be breaking in upon us." And, turning, he coolly walked aft. Falk and Kipping were still watching us with sneers, and not a few of the crew gave us hostile glances as we separated. But I looked after Roger with an affection and a confidence that I was too young fully to appreciate.
Enraged to fury by nothing more or less than Bill's yielding to his attacks, Kipping turned suddenly and reached for the carpenter's mallet, which lay where Chips had been working nearby. With a round oath, he yelled, "I'll make you grovel and ask me to stop." Kipping had moved quickly, but old Bill moved more quickly still.
Professor Anderssen, Mayet, Lange, and Von der Lasa, in Germany, Dubois and Centurini, at Rome, St. Amant, Laroche, and Lecrivain, of Paris, Loewenthal, Perigal, Kipping, Owen, Mengredien, etc., of London, are all players of the heroic sort, and the games recently played by some of them with Morphy are perhaps the finest on record.
But in the forenoon watch Roger Hamlin came forward openly and told me certain things that were more momentous than any treasure-hunting trip to India that Blodgett ever dreamed of. Captain Falk and Mr. Kipping I suppose they must be given their titles now watched him, and I could see that they didn't like it.
Somebody knockin' at mah door better look at what dey doin' or dey gwine git into a peck of trouble." He turned his back on me and reentered the galley. Then I looked aft, and saw Kipping and the steward grinning broadly. Before, I had been disconcerted. Now I was enraged. How had they turned old black Frank against me, I wondered?
He looked round and laughed at his own men, and again they all laughed as if he had said something clever, and he and Kipping exchanged glances. "They ain't found the gold," he caustically remarked to Kipping. "We'll see what we shall see." "Ay, we'll see," Kipping returned, mildly. "We'll see. It'll be fun to see it, too, won't it, sir?"
The report of his musket rang out sharply and was followed by a groan. Kipping clutched his thigh with both hands and fell. The men stopped rowing and the boat, gradually losing way, veered in a half circle and lay broadside toward us. In the midst of the confusion aboard it, I saw Kipping sitting up and cursing in a way that chilled my blood. "Oh," he moaned, "I'll get you yet! I'll get you yet!"
"Ay, ay, sir," Blodgett replied. "He's below sick." "Sick?" said the mild voice. "Sick is he? Supposing Blodgett, you go below and bring him on deck. He ain't sick, he's sojering." "But, sir, " Blodgett began. "But what?" roared Kipping. His mildness changed to fierceness. "You go!" He snapped out the words, and Blodgett went. Poor stupid old Bill!
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