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When he had advanced to within twenty feet of Peth he stopped, and from his gestures, he seemed to be talking. At times he looked over his shoulder toward Dinshaw, and pointed out to the schooner as if ordering the mate to return on board. Peth kicked the sand but made no move to obey.
"You'll have half the waterfront on your heels if you let it out that you're taking Dinshaw to his island. Plenty would go if he'd tell 'em where it is, but they want to skin him." "Then we'll keep it mum! Hello! Who's coming?" He heard the rattle of hoofs and looked across the Luneta to see a victoria whirl out of Bagumbayan Drive.
"I won't be at all disturbed," said Trask, getting out of his deck chair so that he could see Peth. "I reckon I'd rather be for'ard," repeated the mate, doggedly. Captain Dinshaw came up through the companion, and started toward Peth, glaring at the mate. "What's this? What's this?" cried Dinshaw. "Better keep quiet, sir, and let me handle it," said Jarrow in a low tone.
"I'll git into some fresh duds, and you brail yerself up to look smart, and we'll drift over in a carromata. Will you wait here, Dinshaw?" "I'll wait, Jarrow, I'll wait. Tell him I sent ye, and he'll know. It's all settled right enough if you lay alongside and make fast, and no time lost." "See that he don't git away," Jarrow whispered to Vanderzee.
Trask looked to Dinshaw for a reply, a trifle surprised at Jarrow's question, for of course the schooner's crew could claim no share of anything, as Jarrow was being paid for his part in the expedition and was taking no chances of being out of pocket if the island proved to be a fiasco. "No, sir," said Dinshaw, a little ruffled.
"I'd believe ye sooner if ye said ye saw pink elephants," said Jarrow. "Git down to cases. What's his name?" "Money talks," suggested Vanderzee. "Moonshine!" declared Peth. "His name's Locke," said Dinshaw. "Will ye go, Jarrow? I'll make ye all rich." "Now what did this Locke man say?" demanded Jarrow. "I don't want any ravin's. I want facts, straight out, so you come up into the wind.
"Look here!" shouted Dinshaw, reaching into his pocket and fishing out the bill he got from Locke for his picture. "I can prove it! Here's money, planked down, and more where it comes from. I'm to go, I tell ye, an' if ye don't want none of it, I'll see Hood about a boat. I thought ye was a friend of mine, Jarrow, so I come to ye.
Jarrow paused, and throwing one foot over a knee, stroked the seams of his new French shoes with the tips of his fingers. "Of course," he resumed, "Captain Dinshaw and me, we're thick as three in a bed. Ask anybody in Manila if I ain't been doin' my best to go to his island.
"The other for me at the same price," said Trask. "Stingies!" cried Marjorie. "If I were a man, I'd go find his island." "Perhaps I will," said Trask. "None of this Count of Monte Cristo stuff for me," said Locke, as he laid down a bill before Dinshaw. "Say, captain, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll pay your passage home first class if you'll go so that you can get back to your relatives.
"Locke," said Marjorie. "Mr. Locke. You come up again to-morrow and see us." "I'll have to paint another picter," said Dinshaw. "Here," said Trask. "You take this one with you, and bring it back to-morrow, when I'll pay you twenty pesos for it. That'll give you an excuse for coming back. And don't say a word to anybody." "Locke," murmured Dinshaw. "Mr. Locke."
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