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He pick up his traps an' go. Mr. Peth he done ship de crew. Yo' don' reckon he picked out Cap'n Jarrow's Sunday friends, does ye? No, suh. Mr. Peth, he knows what he's a-doin' of. He looks to be with his own friends when he goes for'ard." "Well, that's a nice arrangement, to have the mate in with the crew and opposed to the captain." "Won't do no harm thataway," said Doc with much assurance.
Considering these matters, Trask undressed and put on his pajamas. Then he opened the door of his room, and rolled into his bunk, purposely accentuating the creaking of the boards under his mattress so that any listener might be assured he had turned in for the night. The hole cut in the upper part of Jarrow's door was open and dark.
"Yo' goin' cook de whole islan' in a fry pan?" asked Doc. "If there's a hundred dollars' worth of gold in a bushel of sand, don't you think it would pay?" asked Trask, as he went out. "Some cookin'!" declared Doc. Trask now searched Jarrow's cabin in the hope of finding some sort of firearm, but there was neither pistol nor rifle.
As she came out on deck, where Trask and Locke sat watching the sea and reconciling themselves to another night aboard the schooner in the bight of the reef, Jarrow's voice came over the cabin trunk in a low growl as he cleared his throat. "We better talk this thing over," he suggested. "All right, captain," said Locke. "Suppose you come down here."
After shutting the door of Jarrow's room the cabin lamp was lighted, as if in defiance of the two ashore and to prove that all was well aboard the schooner. Shope was given coffee and a cigar and put on watch, while all hands joined in a meal in the cabin. Bevins went over the whole story of how Mr.
"I know it," said Jarrow, uncomfortably aware of being pinned down to definite information. "But I don't understand why you should take the trouble to tell us about your proposed trip," said Locke. "How?" Jarrow's head snapped up suddenly and his eyes opened in a wide stare at Locke. "What is the purpose of this interview?" demanded Locke. "There seems to be some sort of mistake."
If the crew had got back aboard the schooner without having aroused any suspicions, it was Jarrow's intention to get his three passengers on the island, and then demand checks, leaving them there while he took the schooner back to Manila and got the money. Bevins, Shope, and Pennock had no idea of what had been planned until Jarrow told the whole plot ashore.
In a few minutes a curl of white smoke was rising from the pile they had laid. "Gittin' a meal ready," was Jarrow's comment, and he went into the cabin where Shanghai Tom was setting the table. "Doc is making a fire to melt some gold on his own account," said Trask to Locke and Marjorie. "I wish him luck. Dinshaw is still piling sand into little dunes up near the point."
Jarrow's colour heightened, and his eyes flashed angrily, but he held a certain restraint over his voice. "What I say and what I mean." "There ain't no law that compels a master to guarantee against mutiny," said Jarrow, and began to chew a biscuit reflectively. "Mutiny!" "My mates have jumped ship with the crew. That's mutiny." "You expect them to make trouble for us?"
He followed the bulkhead straight aft, conscious that Bird was in the doorway of the cook's room, past Dinshaw's room, to the door of Jarrow's, which he opened softly. "Captain Jarrow!" he called, in a low voice. "Captain Jarrow!" There was no reply. He listened for the regular breathing of the sleeping captain. Then he went inside and felt along Jarrow's bunk.
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