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"Don't shoot!" he whined. "Don't shoot! Where did ye git the gun, sir? We never knowed as how ye had it. Don't shoot, Mr. Trenhum! Ye mind how I took yer luggage aboard!" "Where's Thirkle and Buckrow?" I demanded. "Up there," he said, swinging his free hand in the direction we had come, and I saw the familiar crafty look come into his eyes. "How far?"
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.
I felt that I was justified -he would have killed me the next day. But it was a fine joke, to my mind, Mr. Trenholm." "Ain't ye goin' to quit gammin' with that chap and give us a hand here?" demanded Buckrow. "Is that what ye call all bein' equal, Mr. Thirkle? If ye do, I don't."
Buckrow reached to his hip, and consternation pulled his face into varying expressions as he found his sheath empty. But we knew his astonishment was simulated. "Damme if it bain't gone! Some of them cussed chinks must 'ave a tooken it. It was " "That's all very well," said Riggs. "The redheaded one is our man." "Where's that bleedin' knife?" said Buckrow, fumbling at his belt.
"The boilers!" yelled Riggs. "She's blowing off, and there is a steam-pipe gone, or somebody below has opened her whole insides up." The Kut Sang was a white volcano amidships, and I saw Thirkle yelling frantically, and Buckrow and Long Jim appeared in the passage below and yelled to Thirkle, waving their arms, and then dashed up the ladder to the bridge.
"Who go in first?" "It will be easier if Mr. Trenholm goes in first," said Thirkle. "He'll have to go backward, but he'll find it easier to navigate." "Oh, no, he won't!" said Buckrow. "I see your game, Thirkle. Ye want to come out behind Mr. Petrak and borrow a gun. We'll let you go in first, and the writin' chap can come out atween ye and Petrak. Don't come none of them games on me, Thirkle.
"Oh, come along and stow the gab," called Buckrow from the head of the companion, but in suppressed tones. "Keep yer lip shut, the afterguards are on deck here and I don't know where Thirkle is. Slip along and give us a hand with a knife or a gun. Looks like we'll settle the business quick now."
Seeing he was dead I took his pistols; but gave him scant attention, being afraid Thirkle or Buckrow might be about, investigating the sound of the shots. Petrak's estimates on the distance of their hiding-place had been rather vague. I turned away to the west in the direction I felt sure the trail must be, and, when the ground was clear, ran as fast as I could.
"They all lied; and ye remember how Buckrow helped Petrak with a knife when he was in a tight jam thar at the door. I put two and two together, and I'm here, Ezra Harris, your mate, to tell ye that they make four, and ye can't git away from it and what's more, this Trenjum is in with the parson and the other three. Devil's Admiral or no, it don't look nice to me."
We went up the ladder again to see what the pirates were about, for it was quite still in the hold, and silence seemed more ominous than a telltale clatter. Buckrow and Long Jim came up with a bulging sack slung in a rope. Thirkle gave them a hand up the ladder to the boat-deck, but he let them do the hard work.
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