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We had the gold, though, twenty leather bags of it; and we carried it to the cabin and packed it into the safe, which it just filled. "Now," said Roger, "we have a story to tell Mr. Johnston." "So we have!" exclaimed Mr. Cledd, who had heard as yet but a small part of this eventful history. "Will you tell me, though, how that beggar ever knew those bags were just there?" "Certainly."
Our lights dipped with the rigging as the ship rolled and tossed, now lifting her dripping sides high out of water, now plunging them again deep into the trough. "Mr. Cledd, I think we can spare those five men a boat," Roger said, after a time. "You're not going to let them go!" Mr. Cledd exclaimed. "Yes." Mr. Cledd raised his eyebrows, but silently acceded.
"Cook, suppose you take this fellow in tow, we've a good strong set of irons waiting for him, and I'll help carry these bags over under the hatch." Calling up to Mr. Cledd, Roger then instructed him to throw down a tarpaulin, which he did, and this we made fast about the twenty bags.
Blodgett leaned on the rail and stared into the darkness like a cat. "If you please, sir," he said, "I beg your pardon, but I can see a sail." Now, for the first time I thought that I myself saw something moving. "I see a bank of fog blowing westward," I remarked, "but I don't think it's a sail." After a moment, Mr. Cledd spoke up frankly. "I'll take back what I've just said. I see it too.
It's only a junk, but I suppose we'd better call the captain." "Only a junk!" Blodgett repeated sharply. "When last we saw 'em, a junk was all they had." "What's that?" Mr. Cledd demanded. "Ay, ay, sir, they was sailing away in a junk, sir." Mr. Cledd stepped to the companionway. "Captain Hamlin," he called.
But the others were discussing the fate of our prisoners. I heard Roger say, "Let me look at them, Mr. Cledd. I'll know them some of them anyway. Ah, Captain Falk? And the carpenter? Well, well, well! We hadn't dared hope for the pleasure of your company on the return voyage. In fact, we'd quite given it up. I may add that we'd reconciled ourselves to the loss of it."
So comfortable did he appear, and so well-fed, that he seemed quite out of place in that severely plain cabin, beside Roger and Mr. Cledd. That he had a certain mercantile shrewdness I was ready to admit; but the others were men fearless and quick to act. "Bless my soul!" he said at last, beating a tattoo on the table with his soft fingers. "Bless my soul!"
Cledd and I sat down perhaps more promptly than need be over our accounts in the great cabin. I felt bitterly disappointed that none of my own people had come to welcome me; but realizing how silly it was to think that they surely must know of our arrival, I jumped at Roger's suggestion that we gather up our various documents and then leave Mr.
She had a pair of mizzen-masts, one on the larboard side, one on the starboard, and I was puzzled to know how they were used. "She'll pass close aboard on this next tack," Mr. Cledd replied. "I think we'll be able to see." He had paused to watch her manoeuvres. "Here's the doctor," Blodgett murmured. Black Frank was coming aft with a quick humpy walk. "'Scuse me, sah, 'scuse me!" he said.
The law and I'll work together to that end, Mr. Hamlin." So for a long time we sat and talked of one thing and another. When at last we went on deck, Mr. Cledd spoke to Roger of something that had happened early in the watch. I approached them idly, overheard a phrase or two and joined them. "It was the cook," Mr. Cledd was saying. "He was trying to sneak aboard in the dark.
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