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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Well, if anything of the kind had happened, I would have heard of it. You needn't be afraid of not getting a supply." Jake waited. He thought it might look significant if he showed any eagerness to change the subject, but when Kenwardine began to talk about something else he followed his lead.
Clare's voice had been carefully trained and she used it well, but he knew that she had grasped the spirit of the song. One or two of the men who had been sitting got up, two young subalterns stood very stiff and straight, but Dick noted that Kenwardine did not change his lounging attitude. He was smiling, and Lance, glancing at him, looked amused.
Jake sat down and stole a glance at Clare as he drank a glass of wine. There was nothing to be learned from her face, but he was vexed with Kenwardine, who had intentionally involved him in an awkward situation. Jake admitted that he had not dealt with it very well.
"Do you think he told them to send after Kenwardine?" "No," said Jake with a twinkle, "I rather think he's put them off the track, and although he had to give them a hint out of politeness, doesn't want them to know too much. Then there's only an old-fashioned cruiser here and I understand she has to stop for a guardship.
Brandon has gone and on the whole that's a relief." "Do you know why he went so soon?" Clare asked. Kenwardine sat down and looked at her thoughtfully. He was fond of Clare, though he found her something of an embarrassment now and then.
"It's curious that you don't know more about their habits after living there. Miss Kenwardine goes out with Lucille before the sun gets hot, and her father's about as early as you are." "What does he do in the morning?" "I haven't inquired, but I've found him in the room he calls his office. You're misled by the idea that his occupation is gambling."
But since it had been given out that he was going to Coronal, he must keep near the coast until he passed Adexe. This was necessary, because Kenwardine would not risk a visit to Jamaica, which was British territory, if he thought he was being followed. "We'll make it all right if the weather keeps fine," he answered. They passed Adexe in the afternoon and boldly turned seawards across a wide bay.
Then as the anchor was let go he thought Jake ought to have come back and went to look for him. He found the lad leaning against the deckhouse, smoking a cigarette. "Where's Kenwardine?" he asked. "I left him in the saloon. He gave me two letters for you and a useful hint about some debts of mine." "Never mind that! How long is it since you left him?" "Quite five minutes," Jake answered coolly.
Dick said nothing for a minute, and then asked: "What's Kenwardine doing in Santa Brigida?" "It's hard to say. Like other foreigners in the town, he's probably here for what he can get; looking for concessions or a trading monopoly of some kind." "Ah!" said Dick. "I'm not sure. But do you like him?" "Yes.
It would have been easy to creep up to the shack before the moon rose." "Who are they?" "If I knew, I could tell you what to do about it, but I don't. It's possible there was only one man, but if so, he's dangerous. Anyhow, it's obvious that Kenwardine has no part in the matter." "He's not in this," Dick agreed. "Have you a cigarette? I think I'd like a smoke.
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