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The men sighed and stood erect, once more themselves. As we turned away Perdosa voiced what must have been in the minds of all. "A man could climb down there," said he. "Why should he want to?" I demanded sharply. "Quien sabe?" shrugged he. We turned in silence toward the beach. Each brooded his thoughts.
"You drunken Greaser swab!" snarled Handy Solomon. "You misbegotten son of a Yaqui! I'll learn you to step on a seaman's foot, and you can kiss the book on that! I'll cut your heart out and feed it to the sharks!" "Potha!" sneered Perdosa. "You cut heem you finger wid your knife." They wrangled.
But the crew was rich in certain qualities, it seems, which I failed, stupidly, to recognise in my acquaintance with them. Both Pulz and Perdosa appear to have been handy men where locks were concerned. First Pulz sneaks down and has his turn at the chest. He gets it open. Small profit for him in that: the next we know of him he is scandalising Handy Solomon by having a fit on the deck."
Edwards and his men aboard. No such experts as Pulz or Perdosa were in your crew. Consequently it took longer to get the chest open. When at length the lid was raised, there was a repetition of the tragedy. Mr. Edwards and his men leaped. Probably they were paralysed almost before they struck the water.
Then it's me for a big stone house in Frisco O!" "Frisco, hell," sneered Pulz, "that's all you know. You ought to travel. Paris for me and a little gal to learn the language from." "I get heem a fine caballo, an' fine saddle, an' fine clo's," breathed Perdosa sentimentally. "I ride, and the silver jingle, and the señorita look " Thrackles was for a ship and the China trade.
We broke into the boxes, and arrayed ourselves in various garments which speedily fell to pieces and appropriated gim-cracks of all sorts. There were some arms, but the ammunition had gone bad. Perdosa, out of forty or fifty mis-fires, got one feeble sputter, and a tremendous bang which blew up his piece, leaving only the stock in his hand.
The cavern was too narrow; its sides at this point too steep, and the animals too thickly congested. Our eyes, becoming accustomed to the twilight, now began to make out dimly the individual bodies of the seals and the general configuration of the rocks. One big boulder lay directly in our path, like an island in the shale of the cave's floor. Perdosa stepped to the top of it for a better look.
But when his eye looks like that, then you want to listen close. He sees things then. Lots of times he's seen things. Even last year the Oyama he told about her three days ahead. That's why we were so ready for her," he chuckled. Nothing more developed for a long time except a savage fight between Pulz and Perdosa.
Before I could look away he had followed the direction of my gaze. The discussion instantly ceased. They waited in grim silence. I did not know what to do. Percy Darrow, carrying some sort of large book, was walking rapidly toward us. Perdosa had disappeared. Thrackles after an instant came and sat beside me and clapped his big hand over my mouth. It was horrible.
I believe he had a name, Robinson, or something of that sort. He was to all of us, simply the Nigger. Unlike most of his race, he was gloomy and taciturn. Of the other two, a little white-faced, thin-chested youth named Pulz, and a villainous-looking Mexican called Perdosa, I shall have more to say later. My arrival broke the talk on alchemy. It resumed its course in the direction of our voyage.
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