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The angular man, who had arranged the upper part of his body in such manner that the bar afforded possibilities for rest, unfolded himself and moved toward his companion. "I'll make ye all rich," wailed Dinshaw. "You'll cost me a pretty penny, that's what!" exploded Jarrow, turning back from the door. "I never said I'd take ye, and ye can git that out of yer fool head!
I know him fo' a long time." "Have you sailed with him before?" "Yassir. I been along with Cap'n Jarrow an' Mr. Peth off an' on six years. Got a key fo' this hyar satchel?" "It isn't locked. Just press the lock to the left." "You mighty ca'less with yo' possessions," said Doc with a chuckle. "What sort of a man is Mr. Peth?" "Catch me with my stuff sailin' around loose.
And as there being any actual danger from Jarrow and Peth, other than such as might result from a serious quarrel between the two, he considered a piece of absurdity. As Trask thought the thing over later in the evening, however, he realized that his own deductions and desires were selfish, and that after all he could not assume the entire responsibility for Marjorie's safety.
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.
They stood in the darkness, silent for a few minutes, listening, and caught again the rattle of oars in locks at quite a distance. The boat seemed to be moving about cautiously, feeling its way in behind the reef. "I can't make out what the devil they're up to," said Jarrow in a grumbling sort of whisper. "Peth never did have much sense. Sometimes I've thought he was clean out of his head."
If there had been no trouble in the schooner Trask would have thought nothing of the incident, and might have enjoyed it as a harmless joke. But he saw that the crew seemed to be openly antagonistic to all hands aft, for the others joined in open laughter at the discomfiture of the steward. And what was more significant, Peth and Jarrow saw what happened, but both ignored it.
Jarrow put his hands up to his face, to make a trumpet, and called loudly for "Mr. Peth" several times. His voice was thrown back from the hill over the water in long-drawn echoes that died away in the murmur of the gentle surf breaking on the other side of the point and along the backbone of the main reef. "For all the world like paging a gorilla," chuckled Locke.
"Lookin' for the island!" exclaimed Jarrow. "That's news to me." "I thought maybe that's why you called," said Wilkins. "Well, maybe I didn't and maybe I did. I have to keep a closed mouth. But if you'll say a word for me to these people reliable and all that I may put somethin' your way sometime." "I'll have a gin," said Peth. "Glad to do what I can, sir," said Wilkins.
"You're playing a dangerous game," said Locke. "Do I understand you're to put us down in Manila and then go up to the banks and cash checks on me?" "No," said Jarrow. "You stay here on the island, hid away. If I don't git the money, it's you who's playin' a dangerous game." "But how are we to get away from here?" asked Locke.
Christian priests were again slain at the altar by worshippers of Woden; letters, arts, religion, government disappeared before these northmen as before the northmen of three centuries before. In 794 a pirate band plundered the monasteries of Wearmouth and Jarrow, and the presence of the freebooters soon told on the political balance of the English realms.
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