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Updated: June 15, 2025
During the last hour or two Vandersee had mustered his far-flung sentries, and now, besides the crew of the Barang and Houten's men, twenty sturdy naval seamen stood by, armed and alert. "The schooner is in sight," Gordon told him. The Englishman was cool and emotionless now, in face of the approaching crisis in his affairs.
Peasoup, Maggy said. Where did you get it? Katey asked. Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said. The lacquey rang his bell. Barang! Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily: Give us it here. Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl. Katey, sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs: A good job we have that much. Where's Dilly?
If Leyden starts something, I'll meet him; but for my personal part he is welcome to keep what he's got aboard there." In mid-forenoon the Barang yielded to the strain on her hawser and slid into deep water. A faint breeze downstream filled her sails, and slowly she swept around the bend out of sight of the post.
But the skipper had nothing to say about the escapade with his anchors. He gripped his friend's hand with a hard squeeze and took him below for a warming shot of rum with a simply spoken: "Thanks, Little. That's the greatest thing I ever saw. You're free of the ship forever!" Late in the afternoon the Barang rounded a bend in the river and came in sight of the trading station.
And mingling with the chirp of insects and the fitful cries of dreaming monkeys came a gnawing and rasping of wood that seemed to echo throughout the silent Barang. "What's that?" growled Blunt, sitting up and listening. "Rats," returned Rolfe sleepily. "Th' darned old wagon's alive with 'em." "Them's proper rats, I bet," rejoined Bill, snugging down again. "Reglar bandicoots, sounds like."
Bill Blunt entered into the company of the Barang and took up his post at the gangway with a roaring sea-song rumbling in his mossy throat. Some of his stout, devil-may-care spirit had gone into the native crew, and there was less of furtiveness and more of confident satisfaction with their job as the little brown men listened to the jovial harmony of their new white shipmate.
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