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Manuel held the tiller, with Estada seated beside him, leaning forward, and gesticulating with one hand, as he directed the course. I had never seen these two, yet I knew them beyond a doubt.
"A fan rightly used is no insignificant weapon. In the hands of a woman it has won many a victory. I have faith in your wielding it to the best effect the lasting discomfiture of Senor Estada." "You laugh," indignantly, "believing me a coquette a girl to play with men?" "No; that misconstrues my thought.
"Very well; now listen closely, all of you. Luck has given us a chance to make a break, and get away. Captain Sanchez is wounded and helpless. Pedro Estada is dead, and I've got Manuel locked in that stateroom. His cut-throats are all below, and now all we've got to do is clap on the hatch and keep them there." "What 'bout the nigger on watch?" broke in Jones hoarsely.
I crouched backward into the bushes, and, a moment later, the newcomer moved past me scarcely a yard distant, along the narrow strip of sand. He appeared no more than a black shadow, wrapped in a loose cloak, thus rendered so shapeless as to be scarcely recognizable. Directly opposite my covert he paused peering forward in uncertainty. "Estada." He spoke the name cautiously, and in doubt.
Estada named me first officer because I understand navigation." I stopped speaking, staring at one of the faces before me; all at once it appeared familiar. "What is your name, my man?" "Jim Carter, sir." "You were in the crew of the Sinbad, three years ago?" "I was that, Mister Carlyle," he answered grinning. "I know'd you the minute I cum down yere." "Then that is all I need say on that line.
Jose might emerge at any instant from Sanchez's cabin, while I had no reason to be assured that Estada would remain long on deck. Even if he did, any movement below could be observed through the overhead glass. Indeed it might be with this purpose in view that he had gone outside. However I felt compelled to accept the chance.
Tis the custom of these planters to stop by night along the way, and go ashore; not to camp, but as guests of some friend. Only beforehand it was not possible for him to know which plantation would be the one chosen. That was what he must signal. You see it now?" "Clearly, Estada; he is the same wary fox as of old." "Never do they catch him napping," proudly.
From what Estada had reported to Sanchez, I knew boats had been sent ashore on this coast. What more likely then than that some new recruit had returned to the bark, attracted by a sailor's tale? Who would know how the stranger came among them, or question his presence, unless suspicion became aroused? Even if questioned, a good story, easily told, might win the trick.
So long as you keep your word, while as to the deck we will consider that later. Prove you mean what you say by joining us here." My recollection of that meal is not of words, but of faces. I do not even clearly recall what it was we talked about, although it included a variety of topics, limited somewhat by lack of knowledge on the part of Estada and Manuel.
You'll not forget me for awhile, That's it squirm, I like to see it. When you wake up again, you'll remember Pedro Estada, How did that feel, you grunting pig? Here, LeVere, Manuel, throw this sot into the forecastle. Curse you, here is one more to jog your memory." The heavy, iron-shod boot landed full in my face, and every sensation left me as I sank limply back, bloody and unconscious.
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