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Updated: June 11, 2025
We slept on the ground that night, and next morning, under Captain Selover's directions, we commenced the task of lightening the ship. He detailed the Nigger and Perdosa for special duty. "I'll just see to your shore quarters," he squeaked. "You empty her." All day long we rowed back and forth from the ship to the cove, landing the contents of the hold.
At the end of that time I made up my mind that it would be just as well to get back to business. Accordingly I called Perdosa and directed him to sort and clear of rust the salvaged chain cable. He refused flatly. I took a step toward him. He drew his knife and backed away. "Perdosa," said I firmly, "put up that knife." "No," said he.
"Well, you take what's left." He marked Thrackles heavily over the eye. There was a breathless pause; and then Thrackles, Pulz, the Nigger, and Perdosa attacked at once. They caught the master unawares, and bore him to the deck. I dropped at once to the ratlines, and commenced my descent. Before I had reached the deck, however, Selover was afoot again, the four hanging to him like dogs.
I picked it up from a friend in the nobility. It came in very handy now, and by good luck a roll of the ship helped me. In a moment I stood free, and Perdosa was picking himself out of the scuppers. The expression of astonishment was fairly well done I will say that for him but I was prepared for histrionics. "Señor!" he gasped. "Eet is you! Sacrosanta Maria! I thought you was dat Solomon!
Thrackles voiced approximately the general attitude. "Philosopher's stone or not, something's up. The old boy took too good care of that box, and he's spending too much money, and he's got hold of too much hell afloat to be doing it for his health." "You know w'at I t'ink?" smiled Perdosa. "He mak' di'mon's. He say dat."
Perdosa, on his rock, rolled and lit a cigarette. Thrackles paced to and fro, and the Nigger leaned on his club, farther down the cave. They had been left at the entrance, but now in lack of results had joined their companions. Now Thrackles approached and screamed himself black trying to impart some plan. He failed; but stooped and picked up a stone and threw it into the mass of seals.
After the dishes had been swept aside from supper, Handy Solomon announced a second attempt to open the chest. "Pancho, here, says he's been a mechanic," said he. "I right well know he's been a housebreaker. Perdosa, with a grin, leaned over the cover from behind and began to pick away at the lock with a long, crooked wire. The others drew close about.
It was no more dangerous to allow me a rifle under direct surveillance for the purposes of hunting, than to leave me my sawed off revolver, which I still retained. The arguments he had used against my shooting Perdosa were quite as cogent now.
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