United States or Tajikistan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
If I made away with you and Trego the next would have been Rajah, for the lad could have given a nasty cut with that kris. And I had to keep a close eye on Mr. Trego's malacca cane." "Oh, you did! I never suspected for a minute that you regarded Mr. Trego as a dangerous character." "He never told you?" "Never told me anything.
Really, you and Trego did well." "I think Trego made rather a mess of it," I said. "If I had been in his boots I would have told the captain what it was all about." "Why didn't you tell him? You could have told him about the gold as well as Mr. Trego." "Indeed! Then, you believe I knew about the Kut Sang's cargo." "I don't believe it, my dear Mr. Trenholm. I never accept a theory as a fact.
Meeker bowed his head and mumbled something which I could not make out; besides, I was much more interested in a little byplay between Captain Riggs and Trego, which began as soon as Meeker and I had piously cast our eyes downward.
"What's up now?" he demanded. "What's this?" Harris waved his hand toward the paper, and Trego put it before Captain Riggs. "Read it," said Trego. "Here are your orders from the company." He leaned against his cane and twirled his moustache, while Captain Riggs adjusted his glasses and scanned the papers.
In an instant he had whipped it apart and presented a delicate point toward Meeker, who recoiled at the suddenness of the unexpected thrust. "With me at all times," said Trego, when the captain stopped laughing. "And my cabeen eet ees one beeg arsenal, like you call it in your language. Yes." "A pitiable example for the heathen," said Meeker.
I thought you were a spy, who mistook me for one, and I was letting you have your little joke out." "You didn't know about the gold, or Trego, or me?" he demanded. "I regret exceedingly that I didn't. If I had I would have blocked your game at the first opportunity. I suspected you were not a missionary, but I had never even heard of the Devil's Admiral." "Most extraordinary." "I agree with you."
"This man Trego was very mysterious, and why he wanted to sail as a passenger when he was supercargo, and keep it from you, gentlemen, is past me. Perhaps I should not have said anything about this end of it until I have examined his papers, but as witnesses I want you to know the facts as they lay."
"Captain," I called as the match went out, "it's Trenholm, ready to fight with you. I'm not with that murdering crew. I didn't kill Trego. Don't be a fool, but give me a chance to help you." "Didn't kill Trego!" he said, amazed. "I know you didn't kill Trego, but you had the red chap do it for you." "No, I didn't.
"It was for him that Petrak killed Trego, and all day in Manila he and that little fellow were at my heels " "Stow that," said Harris. "Take what you need out of yer gear, and hand the rest of it out, and mind that thar's no gun-play about it. I'm well heeled, and if ye make a move I'll let daylight through yer innards. Look lively now."
They got things switched somehow, and that's plain as the nose on yer face. I had my thumb on it, I tell ye." "Then, if that is true, it explains why Mr. Trego was so mysterious, and why he wanted to be a passenger to the others. That's what he was aboard for, right enough, and like as not he would have told me if he had been left alive long enough.
Word Of The Day