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Updated: June 12, 2025
Murray tooted his cheerful farewells on the Parakeet's siren as the little Italian salvage boat steamed out of the baking airs of Aden harbor, and ensigns were dipped with due formality. Tazzuchi was all hospitality.
Whatever piratical plans they had got made up were evidently for afterward. But when day after day passed, and still none of the treasure was brought to the surface, he began to modify this original opinion. Tazzuchi translating the divers' reports said that the cause of the delay was the softness of the sea-floor.
Will you come off in the boat with me, Captain, and hand my lifeline?" "I'll borrow one of those spare dresses and share the pump with you," said Kettle. Tazzuchi was visibly startled. "What do you mean?" "I mean that the pump will give air for two, and I'm coming down with you." "But you know nothing about diving, and you might have an accident, and I should be responsible." "Oh, I'll risk that!
Kettle felt an unimaginative man's complacency in ferreting out such a dramatic scheme, and began to think next upon the somewhat important detail of how to get proofs before he commenced to frustrate it. Chance seemed to make Tazzuchi play into his hand.
The man spoke perfect English, and was hospitality personified. The little salvage steamer was barely 300 tons burden, and her accommodation was limited, but Tazzuchi put the best room in the ship at his guest's disposal, and said that anything that could act for his comfort should be done forthwith.
We give you full control, and have notified Captain Tazzuchi, at present in command, to this effect. Yours truly, p.p. Bird, Bird and Co. To Captain O. Kettle, s.s. "Parakeet," Bird Line, Aden. "I see they have clapped me down on the bill heading for the Parakeet already," said Murray, "and you're shifted along in print for the new ship. Birds are getting on.
Tazzuchi and the chief engineer busied themselves in binding together fragments of fire-bars with iron wire. The Italian shipmaster had a great notion of the damage his signal-guns could do against a dhow, if they were provided with orthodox solid shot. As a point of fact they never came into action.
They did not sight so much as a scrap of floating wreckage. There seemed, however, a good many dhow coasters dodging about in and among the reefs, and from these Kettle presently drew a deduction. "Look here," he said to Tazzuchi one morning, "what price those gentry ashore having found the wreck already? I guess they aren't out here taking week-end trippers for sixpenny yachting cruises."
They were quickly helmed and sent below, and presently an increased cloudiness in the water told him that they were actively at work. A lot of dhows were showing here and there amongst the reefs, obviously watching them, and Tazzuchi was beginning to get nervous. "We're in for trouble, I'm afraid," he said to Kettle.
That night he had a still further taste of their quality. So soon as darkness fell, the dhows closed in again and recommenced their sniping. They kept under weigh, and so it did little enough good to aim back at the flashes. But Tazzuchi, with half a dozen keen spirits, got down into one of the boats with their rifles and knives, and a drum of paraffin, and pulled away silently into the blackness.
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