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I must add that this was also my own impression, for I well knew that as the poor fellows had been unable to keep afloat until Kinlay came up to them, nothing could now save them from that terrible current. But already we could see that there were several boats out looking for the men.
Kinlay and I now stood face to face, and I almost trembled to think of the thrashing that was probably in store for me. He gave the first blow, which struck me soundly on the side of the head and knocked my cap off. I buttoned my jacket tight and closed with my adversary, yet with small success. The fight was for a few moments unequal.
Kinlay pocketed the sovereigns, and then looked round the crowd of faces about him with an air of extreme satisfaction. At the same time old Isaac turned to a Dutch sailor who was addressing him in their own language. By the fox-like look in the Jew's eyes I understood that he, on his part, was not really discontented with the bargain he had closed.
"And how's business in the islands, Davie?" said Kinlay in an offhand tone. "Fairly weel! fairly weel!" said the captain. "Nothing to complain o', ye ken." "Ay, I see!" said Carver; "no sae weel but ye might do better, eh? I'm thinkin', Davie, ye need to open up a new line o' business among the crofters." "Ah! and what business is that, pilot?" asked Flett.
"In the Queen's name, I arrest you, Carver Kinlay!" said the officer in a firm, loud voice. "Not so easily," said Kinlay, who was evidently determined not to surrender himself without resistance; and planting one foot firmly on the little bridge which spanned the stream, he drew a large revolver and pointed it full at the lieutenant's head.
"Oh! we needna say anything about the excise, Davie," said the pilot, looking uneasy. "What does't matter about the excise?" Davie Flett quietly stroked his bristly chin, saying: "Weel, Carver Kinlay, it's the first time I have heard of a pilot having a hand in that business. But, no doubt, a pilot has grand facilities.
The men were at the oars, though they only used them to steady the boat and hold her back. Just as they were abreast of me the man at the bow cried out, "There's old Slater! Port your helm!" and the boat's head was turned away from my direction, for they had not seen me. As she slewed round, however, Tom Kinlay. who sat at the stern, caught sight of me swimming close under the boat's side.
Then there was Jock Eunson, a good-humoured Orphir man, who, on many a dark night, had kept his mates merry as they beat about in the outer sea in search of ships; and Ringan Storlsen, of Finstown, who had been at school with my father, and with whom he had had many an adventure. "Hurry along, my lads; there's Kinlay started," said my father, seating himself in the stern sheets.
"Why, d'ye not know I'm the pilot?" Captain Abernethy interrupted him, and drew him round by the shoulder to face the company, saying: "You'd not be the pilot if you hadna gotten the post by your crafty, sneaking, murderous villainy, Carver Kinlay. What business had you putting out to the Lydia on Sunday?" "What business is that of yours?" was the response.
In fact, I have already issued a warrant for his arrest, and if you know anything of his whereabouts, just say so, Davie; for the lad's not at his home, and his mother knows nothing. They say he is out seeking for young Thora Kinlay; but it seems clear to me that he has fled from the consequences of his foul crime."
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