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The steamer was not insured, so that nothing depended upon that matter; but I could not trust a pilot whose ability had not been proved. Cornwood was quite sulky about the matter for some time, and declared that, if he was to be of no use on board he did not care to remain. He had some self-respect, and he could not take his salary if he did not earn it.
The bluffs, when there were any, were covered with blackberry vines, all in blossom, so that they looked like snow banks in the distance. "You must get up early in the morning, ladies, and take a bath in the warm water of the spring," suggested Mr. Cornwood as we approached the village, which had quite a number of houses, compared with any other place we had seen since we left Jacksonville. Mrs.
We talked freely before Cobbington, who told us that Cornwood had offered him five dollars to be a witness in a case of assault he had not seen; but he would rather starve than commit a crime. By the time we had finished our supper, the steamer was in sight of Green Cove Springs.
"I have told you the reason why I am interested in the man; I am under obligations to him," added Cornwood. "I have no objection to your being interested in him to the last day of his life; but I am not sufficiently interested in him to have a man who draws a knife on another in this vessel," I answered. "I am not under obligations to him."
I knew very well that Cornwood wished to know precisely what our relations were with Cobbington; but he was not so simple as to ask any questions about them. I could not prove that Captain Boomsby had placed the moccasin in the closet of the room where he had confined me, for my benefit, but I could prove that the explanation of the presence of the snake there was without any foundation in truth.
My father and I called at the saloon of Captain Boomsby, merely to satisfy him that I was not an orphan, and that it would be useless for him to enter into any more conspiracies. I paid Cornwood one hundred and fifty dollars; and I don't know what the captain paid him, but I think nothing. If he had obtained possession of the Sylvania, he might have collected a heavy fee.
"Where is the turkey you shot?" asked Ben, who appeared to have some doubts in regard to the truth of the story. "I threw him down on the forecastle as I came on board," answered Cornwood. We walked to that part of the steamer, and there lay the wild turkey, as handsome a bird as I had ever seen.
"I think that is the best place for him," said my father, after he had looked into the port hold. "Send him back again, and set a watch over the man Cornwood." We went up into the saloon after this had been done, and Miss Margie was delighted to see my father. He was introduced to the other ladies as Sir Bent Garningham.
"I don't believe in the harmless intentions of a man who can draw a bowie-knife on another," I replied; and I had no more doubt of the octoroon's guilt than I had of my own existence. "I am very sorry indeed that you should take so serious a view of what has proved a harmless affray," added Cornwood.
I found Cornwood on the forecastle, smoking his cigar, and opened the matter by informing him that the party were going up Black Creek the next day. "But this boat draws too much water to go up to Middleburg," said the pilot, promptly. "She can't go half-way up there." "But we are to go in that little steam-yacht," I added.
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