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Dick summoned the steward, and ascertained that the watch were quietly chatting and smoking forward, whereas the Baron's stateroom was situated aft. The delay enabled von Kerber to collect his thoughts. When he resumed the promised disclosure, his voice was under control, and he spoke with less constraint.
"No, no," she murmured, and the anguish in her voice would have aroused sympathy in a nature far less impressionable than Royson's. "If you could help me, and all of us, try and find Baron von Kerber, and tell him tell him I sent you with the message that there is one here whom he must not meet. Oh, what shall I say to make him understand?" "May I tell him that Alfieri is in Massowah?"
So others, as well as Captain Stump, had drawn conclusions from those boxes of arms and ammunition? If Baron Franz von Kerber deemed it necessary to provide a warlike equipment, how could he permit an elderly gentleman like Mr. Fenshawe, and a charming girl like Irene, to say nothing of others yet unknown to Royson, to share in the risk of a venture demanding such safeguards?
"No, sir. I think not. Indeed, I am almost positive she has not heard of it." "Then why are you here?" "Mrs. Haxton sent me with a message to Baron von Kerber." "Mrs. Haxton probably guessed what would happen. Some scoundrel named Alfieri, who has tried more than once to steal my poor friend's secret, has gained the ear of the Italian foreign minister.
"No," said Gilpin, "that will make too much noise. We will bury it under this straw for a few days, and open it somehow or other by-and-by, when they have given up looking for the box. You can get the real key of it for us, Rodolphus, can't you!" "How can I get it?" asked Rodolphus. "Oh, you can contrive some way to get it from old Kerber, I've no doubt.
It looks more like two furlongs," said he, divining her thought, for it was easy to discern Mrs. Haxton, wrapped in a gray dust-cloak, on a splendid riding camel in advance of the main body; beside her, on Arab horses, were Mr. Fenshawe and von Kerber, the latter having just ridden up from the rear. "Does one's sight become better, then, by residence in this strange land?" murmured the girl.
Just for a minute I fancied you was tellin' our brown pilot to shove after von Kerber, an' string 'im up." Mr. Fenshawe laughed grimly. "The rogue deserves it, but I cannot take the law into my own hands, captain," he said. "Oh, that wasn't botherin' me," was the offhand answer. "I was on'y wonderin' where you would find a suitable tree."
"I am retained by a gentleman who brings a very serious charge against von Kerber, and, as I have reason to believe that you are only slightly mixed up in this affair at present, I am commissioned to offer you a handsome reward for any valuable information you may give my client or procure for him in the future." "Indeed!" said Dick, who was debating whether or not to knock the man down. "Yes.
Royson had stationed a sailor at the shoreward end, while he held the rail to steady it on deck. "Good morning, Mr. King," she cried. "Has not Baron von Kerber arrived?" "Yes," he said. "He came aboard late last night." "Then why is he not here to meet us?" "I believe he is fatigued after the long journey, Miss Fenshawe." "Fatigued! Fiddlesticks! Look at my grandfather. Is he fatigued?
My grandfather never intended to gain his ends by armed force, and von Kerber is assuredly dreaming of that at this moment." "I begin to see your point of view," said he, forcing himself to answer her words, though his brain was weaving other phrases. "Even if I discover that Alfieri is digging up those precious camel-loads, it will be best for all parties that his success should be minimized."
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