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Petrak may not have been able to stop and report what he had heard, so Meeker fished for the information from me, ready to confirm the report that the sailing of the vessel was delayed, or pretend that he was about to set me right.
"That's my vote," assented Petrak, grinning at Thirkle. "No argument there, Bucky." "Then, lay on again, ye fool," growled Buckrow, turning to the sacks once more. "Cuss ye, Reddy, yer goin' to side with Thirkle ag'in' me, I can see that." They picked up a sack and staggered into the cañon with it, and Thirkle grinned at me, and lit his cigar again. "See that, Mr. Trenholm?
Ye think they'll take yer yarns when they find ye went in the Kut Sang, as the whole Sailors' Home knows? They'll stretch a rope for ye and Petrak if ye let Petrak along and the two of ye'll drop together into the deepest hole ever ye clapped eyes on." "Of course, Mr. Thirkle could pack a ton of gold about, and it would be different, and not a word said," sneered Buckrow.
"It will be a fine joke," said Thirkle in a low tone, as if speaking to himself. "They do love to hang a red-headed man! Poor Petrak! They'll have a great joke with him Oh, ye there, Petrak, my lad! Well, I'm sorry for ye; but ye can't blame me if Bucky gets ye in a jam.
"You wouldn't shoot a helpless man, would you?" "Not a bit of it," he grinned. "Come on out and 'ave a bit of a parley." He let his pistol drop, and he and Petrak exchanged glances which betrayed their glee at having me in their power, as they thought. "Go away and let me alone," I said, simulating fear of them. "I don't want to have anything to do with you. Leave me alone."
He pointed to Petrak, who stood behind me with my baggage on his shoulder. "Hardly that," I laughed. "He says he's a sailor with a Manila thirst in his throat and no job." Petrak swung his burden to the deck and squared his shoulders, making a gesture, which he intended as a salute to the captain. "Petrak's my name, sir," he said, addressing Captain Riggs.
"And what is it you have learned?" cried Meeker, advancing on me again in a menacing manner, and plainly surprised at what I had said. "A few things about you and Petrak that Captain Riggs should know," I retorted. "Mr. Harris, take Mr. Trenholm to his room," and the mate took me by the arm and led me down the passage.
"No harm done, Reddy," said Thirkle, glancing at me suspiciously, as if he thought I had been turning Petrak against him. "No harm in what I say, Thirkle," and Petrak took up the end of the sack. His mistrust of Thirkle gave me an idea, which I put into play as soon as we were well inside the crevice. "Petrak," I whispered dropping my end of the sack, and compelling him to let it down.
"I told him you would kill him, and so you will," I said, mustering as much defiance as I could under the circumstances. "Kill Mr. Petrak here! Ha, ha, ha! Why, he's my partner, Mr. Petrak is, and we're going to share this gold together, share and share alike, as gentlemen do."
Petrak had four laborers, and now Petrak is a laborer himself." "How was it you became poor?" asked the examining magistrate. "My sons drink terribly. I could not tell you how they drink, you wouldn't believe it." Lyzhin listened and thought how he, Lyzhin, would go back sooner or later to Moscow, while this old man would stay here for ever, and would always be walking and walking.
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