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Updated: May 17, 2025
You can do what you like with me. You wonder! You wonder!" Falk looked at him. The man was mad. He was holding on to the railing, leaning forward, staring.... "Look here, it isn't safe to lean like that. You'll be tumbling over and breaking your neck if you're not careful." But Davray did not hear him. He was lost in his own dreams.
I remembered a dozen episodes of his career aboard the Island Princess the wink he had given Captain Falk, then second mate; his coming to the cook's galley for part of my pie; his bullying poor old Bill Hayden; his cold selfishness in taking the best meat from the kids, and many other offensive incidents.
The Captain's cook, Leadley, and his personal factotum, Falk, were English. A dozen natives kept the great house in order; and their white dress was as fresh and pleasing as the stewards of an Atlantic liner.
Quick as thought I did what Roger told me, leaving a single broad line through the words "and did what they might to make his last hours comfortable"; then I wrote my name and laid the pen on the table. Leaning over to see what I had done, Falk leaped up white with passion. "Good God!" he yelled, "that's worse than nothing." "Yes," said Roger coolly, "I think it is."
They shared, but only three of them all were alive when a whaler, returning from her cruising ground, nearly ran over the water-logged hull of the Borgmester Dahl, which, it seems, in the end had in some way sprung a leak in both her holds, but being loaded with deals could not sink. "They all died," Falk said. "These three too, afterwards. But I would not die.
"Then you don't know that at this moment there is one hundred thousand dollars in gold in the hold of the Island Princess?" "What?" I gasped. "One hundred thousand dollars in gold." I could not believe my ears. Certainly, so far as I was concerned, the secret had been well kept. Then a new thought came to me, "Does Captain Falk know?" I asked. "Yes," said Roger, "Captain Falk knows."
Falk lowered his head until his red scarf, which he had knotted about his throat, made the ghastly pallor of his face seem even more chalky than it was, and thrust his chin forward and leveled at us the index finger of his right hand. The slowly rolling boat was so near us now that as we waited to see what he would say next we could see his hand tremble.
He says that he has done her no harm, and we must take his word for that. Falk has been many things careless, reckless, selfish, but never in all his life dishonourable. If I went up now we should quarrel, and perhaps something irreparable would occur. Even though he was persuaded to return, the mischief is done. He must be just to the girl.
Plainly, Captain Falk and Kipping had won over the simple-minded crew, which was ready to follow them with never a thought of the chance that that precious pair might run off with the spoils themselves and leave the others in the lurch. But now Kipping's indescribably disagreeable voice, which we all by this time knew so well, asked, "Has anybody seen that sojering old lubber, Hayden?"
"If that's the case," said Roger, "come alongside." Falk tried, I was certain, to conceal a smile of joy at Roger's simplicity, and I saw that others in the boat were averting their faces. Also I saw that they were shifting their weapons to have them more readily available. Our own men, on the contrary, were remonstrating audibly, and to my lasting shame I joined them.
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