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He was neatly dressed, with a handsome face and alert figure. Lieutenant Carstens bowed to him as he approached the place where he stood and pointed to the prisoners. "Do you know who that is?" whispered Ned to the sailor. "No," was the reply, "except that he is the son of a prominent politician in the United States." Ned did not need to ask another question then.
"But you know that I'm not a pirate, and so does Carstens," Ned said. "You know that I came here in the Manhattan without the consent of the officers at Manila, but you know that I was only defending myself when those natives were shot." "I don't know anything about it," was the discouraging reply.
If he could, that would end the trouble so far as Ned and his companions were involved in it. If he stood hand-in-glove with Carstens, however, he would pretend to doubt the statements offered by the prisoners and refuse to make any investigation at all. In this case, there was likely to be murder done before morning. "Gunboat rounding the point!" called the lookout.
I don't know the date when he left Manila, or when he took charge of the Clara as Lieutenant Carstens." "I was not there!" Keene gritted out. "Oh, yes, you were!" insisted the senator's son. "You were in command of the Clara at that time, with Lieutenant Carstens locked up in his cabin." "That is a falsehood," Keene said, turning to Ned.
Lieutenant Carstens certainly had everything to his taste there, and Ned was of the opinion that he would not be very long in exercising his authority to the limit. While the boy was thinking over the situation, trying to find some way out of the peril he was in, a sleepy-looking young man came out of the cabin of the Clara and stepped ashore.
And a laugh went up a veritable storm of laughter which swept through the entire crowd and re-echoed with a ghostly hilarity from the mountains. John Garvestad in the meanwhile had managed to pick himself out of the horse-trough, and while he stood snorting, spitting, and dripping, Captain Carstens and his son politely lifted their hats to him and rode away.
Captain Gerrit Tomaz Poole sailed from Banda in 1636, with the yachts KLYN, AMSTERDAM, and WESEL, to meet his death on the New Guinea coast, in the same place that had been fatal to Carstens, and in a like manner. The supercargo took charge, and prosecuted the voyage, revisiting Arnhem's Land. A name familiar to all is that of Abel Janz Tasman.
When he spoke it was in a very low tone, with little movement of the lips, and with his face still turned toward the lieutenant. "You should have gone with it," he said. Ned did not reply. He had, at the last moment, made a rush for the boat, but had been kept away from her by the natives. "Carstens has been after you for a long time," the sailor went on. "He got his orders at Manila."
In the year 1623, Governor Coen dispatched two yachts, the PERA and the ARNHEM, on a voyage of discovery. Landing on the coast of New Guinea, Captain Jan Carstens, of the ARNHEM, and eight of his crew were murdered by the natives, but the vessels proceeded, and touched upon the north coast of New Holland, west of the Gulf of Carpentaria, still known as Arnhem's Land.
Ned stepped forward with his key, but was brought to a stop by a beating on the door of the rear cabin. "I forgot," the boy said, "and the man in there doubtless desires his liberty. If some of you will unlock the door you will find the man the government sent away in charge of this expedition." "What do you mean?" asked the Captain, while Carstens sank back in his chair with a groan.
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