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"Your red-headed chap is a good man at the helm," said Riggs to me. "He's got the wheel now, and, with the other two, I'll have good quartermasters. The chinkies are poor steerers." "Meester Trenholm ees breeng a sailor, too?" demanded Trego, turning his black eyes on me in a manner that I could not understand. "He brought my baggage aboard," said I, somewhat annoyed.
Trenholm," he said, as he climbed down from the top bunk, dripping and smiling, "I guess you were right about what you wrote there last I calculate that there's a bit of a fight left in Captain Riggs yet, although I don't for the life of me see what chance I've got of fighting anybody. But, if you're ready to try, I'm ready to see what can be done." "I knew it, captain!"
Rajah let him go, and ran to me, where I was tossing about like a dying fish. He hissed to me and swiftly cut me free, and I rushed to the boats, with a tangle of rope still clinging to my feet. "Captain Riggs," I cried, "it is I, Trenholm!" and he lifted his hand from the shoulder of the dying Thirkle and took mine. "All's well," he said calmly. "Glad to see ye alive, Mr. Trenholm.
"Blow me if it ain't the bally pressman!" said Long Jim, stopping within a hundred feet and peering through the tree. "That's Trenholm there, or I'm a Dutchman!" "That's who it is," I called to them, cocking my pistol. "Come on and see what you get!" "You're in the Kut Sang" said Petrak queerly, his knees shaking as if he had seen a ghost. "You're dead in the Kut Sang!"
"What's he up to now, Reddy? What's the nice young man trying to do?" "Wanted to do for ye, that's what, Thirkle. Wanted a gun, but he got no gun from me. Said you wouldn't play fair with me, Thirkle, but I said ye would." "So ye want to take a hand in things here, do you, Mr. Trenholm?" said Thirkle as I came out. "Still got an idea you can beat old Thirkle at his own game.
We gathered tins of biscuits and bottles of mineral water, and had a feast out of what the pirates had discarded. Rajah had his kris in the forecastle. While Captain Riggs and I enjoyed our cigars, Rajah went out on an exploring trip through staterooms and galley and in the bridge wheel-house. "It's near noon now, Mr. Trenholm, and we ought to get away in an hour or so.
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.
"And what is it you have learned?" cried Meeker, advancing on me again in a menacing manner, and plainly surprised at what I had said. "A few things about you and Petrak that Captain Riggs should know," I retorted. "Mr. Harris, take Mr. Trenholm to his room," and the mate took me by the arm and led me down the passage.
"That is my hymnal organ," said Meeker, looking over the side. "Come right along with it, my good men, but leave it below. How do you do, my dear Mr. Trenholm? Captain, those two men are sailors who are looking for a ship, if " "I'll meet you below in a minute in the saloon," said Captain Riggs, handing back the ticket. "Mind that you stay aboard, because we sail at once, sir."
You are of such an unsuspicious nature." "Oh, I had my suspicions well enough, but they were on the wrong track; in fact, I could not have done you justice my imagination is not equal to it. The best I could do for you was to mistake you for a spy an inadequate estimate, after what I have seen and heard of you." "You flatter me, my dear Mr. Trenholm.
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