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E. J. Shapeero, age 23, timekeeper, born in Pennsylvania. William Shay, age 28, laborer, born in Massachusetts. H. Shebeck, age 24, laborer, born in Wisconsin. Albert Shreve, age 40, laborer, born in Illinois. H. Sokol, age 26, laborer, born in Russia. D. Stevens, age, 21, longshoreman, born in Canada Robert Struick, age 24, farmer, born in Michigan. Frank Stewart, age 35, logger, born in Canada.
He's a bad one, a real bad one, and no mistake!" So I looked after him, and thought, while he paced the poop, and I held the wheel. "You're in for it, Shreve!" I thought. "This packet is so hot she sizzles, and this Old Man is a bad egg, and no fatal error! There will be bloody, sudden death before this passage is ended, or I'm a ruddy soldier!"
That was why Captain Shreve must tell him all he knew about the fellow. If he could only get at the beginning of the "king's" career in the islands. Where did the fellow come from? Why should a man bring his bride into an uncivilized and lawless section of the world, and settle down for life? There must be a story in that. Ah, yes, and he was the man who could properly do it.
Jack Shreve was no Newman; I had not his cool nerve when it came to flouting hell-ship rules. In truth, I was in a blue funk all the time I was aft, for fear I would be discovered. And there was another reason for my haste in getting forward. There was a sudden uproar in front of the foc'sle that bade fair to carry through the ship. There was trouble in the air; I could sniff it as I ran.
He lay silent for a few moments, then: "What a mortifying business was that at the Tioga fort," he said under his breath. "The entire garrison saw it, did they not, Loskiel? Colonel Shreve and all?" "Yes, I fear so," "It will be common gossip tomorrow," he said bitterly. "What a miserable affair to happen to an officer of Morgan's!" "A sad affair," I said. "It will come to her ears, no doubt.
A soldier brought a wooden bowl, an iron sap-kettle full of sweet water, a hewn bench, and nailed up a blanket cutting the room in two. Their quarters were now furnished. I pushed aside the blanket, walked to the inner loop, and gazed down on the miniature parade where the invalids were now being inspected by Colonel Shreve.
"We'll do the best we can for Big 'Un," says Boston. "We need him. We'll try and get the Old Man first pop and if we have decent luck plunkin' the mates, it'll be over so quick nobody can hurt Big 'Un." I thought, and was silent. "What's holdin' you back?" demanded Boston. "I know you ain't afraid. Look here, Shreve, you know you can't hold the crowd back.
I ran back along the trail, meeting the boat-guard, batt-men, and the sick horses all along the way to Tioga, where they took me over on a raft of logs.... I paid them three hard shillings. Then Colonel Shreve heard of what I had been about, and sent a soldier after me, but I avoided the fort, Euan, and went boldly up through the deserted camps until I came to where the army had crossed.
I suddenly knew this was so, and the danger of my losing my temper was past. I lowered my eyes, afraid their expression would betray my knowledge, and said submissively, "Yes, sir, I guess so, sir." "I was told you had a long tongue, but you do not seem very glib this minute," Captain Swope went on. "You've taken a reef in it, eh, Shreve?" I said, "Yes, sir."
Aye, Holy Joe, as well as myself, was lifted to higher estate by that night's happenings. He lived aft, even as I, the rest of the voyage, and was doctor of bodies as well as souls. Near dawn, they called me into the cabin, and put dead man's shoes upon my feet, so to speak. "Shreve, it is my duty to take the ship into port," says Lynch. "What will be the outcome of tonight's work, I do not know.
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