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Updated: May 1, 2025
"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.
Good-night, Mr. Trask." "Good-night, Doc. Don't make a light." "No, sah," and the steward crept away to his bunk, leaving Trask staring up into the dark, turning over the situation in his mind, and waiting for the dawn. Trask was up at dawn, and slipping out on deck, saw Jarrow sitting on the forecastle head, drinking coffee, a plate of biscuits beside him, while he kept watch on the island.
"Maybe Looney give 'em hot shot about this island and they're keen to go, thinkin' there's bunches of gold there, which I know ain't so. But it don't matter if we git a charter at fifty a day or so, and drag it out into a couple of weeks." "We'll want our own crew," suggested Peth. "Bevins," said Jarrow. "Shope," said Peth. "And Doc Bird for steward, and Shanghai Tom ships as cook." "Right.
While the former gathered he read a report, forwarded from Munford in the rear. "Scout Gold and Jarrow in from the Valley. Fremont still fortifying at Strasburg thinks you may be at Front Royal. Shields at Luray considers that you may have gone to Richmond, but that Ewell remains in the Valley with forty thousand men.
Some o' these hyar native trash go'n walk off wid you, bag an' baggage, if you don' watch out, man." "Why do you suppose Mr. Peth wanted to move out of here?" "Oh, he's just kind o' techy." "How do you mean?" "Kind o' uppish. He don' git along wid nobody, nohow, Mr. Peth don't." "He's been with Captain Jarrow a long time, hasn't he?"
They seemed to have an idea that because Peth had come forward, they could show the old captain disrespect. In a way it was all harmless enough, yet Trask felt that neither Peth nor Jarrow should allow such lax discipline. Dinshaw belonged aft, and for that reason to treat him with contumely was a reflection on everybody aft.
"I thought you'd find it a open an' shut game, an' I spoke as I did so's you'd have time to pack an' stow the boats, if ye don't want to stay aboard to-night. But there ain't no call for you leavin' here 'less we git a wind." "We'll take that up later," said Locke. "I'd like a letter from you, as how ye've bought the schooner," said Jarrow.
"Oh, yes, yes," said Locke. "You're the man he said would go to his island. This is my daughter, Miss Marjorie and Mr. Trask." Jarrow ducked his head. Locke had introduced the others more for the purpose of gaining time to study this hulking, limp-kneed man who stood before him like a gorilla crouched for a spring and squeezing a soft straw hat into a shapeless lump in his hands.
"They want to put me aboard for a talk." "You can't come alongside," warned Trask. "We'll shoot if you attempt to come close," and he put his hand to his hip pocket and pulled out his silver cigarette case, taking care that the sun hit the upper edge. "But they want to put me back aboard for a talk about how things stand," insisted Jarrow. "You'll let me come, won't ye?"
The boat now had no way on her, and had swung broadside to the schooner, about a hundred yards off. "They want a bonus," said Jarrow. "What sort of bonus?" "Extra wages to work the schooner back to Manila." "We won't have 'em work the schooner back to Manila at any price." "You can't git back yourself, Mr. Trask. Can't git out of this place. It's dangerous. You'll lose her."
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