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I heard the noise of which Mr. Kazallon speaks. It must have been about three o'clock this morning, and it seemed to me as though they were shouting. I thought I heard them say; 'Here, quick, look to the hatches! but as nobody was called up, I presumed that nothing serious was the matter." As he spoke I cast my eye at the panel-slides, which fore and aft of the main-mast open into the hold.
M. Letourneur seems to have taken a peculiar fancy to myself, and constantly talks about Andre. This morning, in the course of conversation, I said, "You have a good son, M. Letourneur. I have just been talking to him. He is a most intelligent young man." "Yes, Mr. Kazallon," replied M. Letourneur, brightening up into a smile, "his afflicted frame contains a noble mind.
Curtis received the information as coolly as it was delivered, and after I had made him acquainted with all the particulars said, "Not a word of this must be mentioned to any one else, Mr. Kazallon, where is Ruby now?" "On the poop," I said. "Will you then come with me, sir?" Ruby and Falsten were sitting just as I had left them.
Afterward, when we were quite alone, Miss Herbey asked me if I would grant her a favor. "Certainly, Miss Herbey; anything you like to ask," I replied; and this time my manner was kinder and more genial. "Mr. Kazallon," she said, "I am weaker than you, and shall probably die first. Promise me that, if I do, you will throw me into the sea!"
He made no answer to my impetuous questions, and finding that he had nothing more to say, I repeated that it was all over now. After a pause, he said, "As long as a plank of the ship remains to stand on, Mr. Kazallon, I shall not give up my hope." But the conflagration raged with redoubled fury, the sea around us was lighted with a crimson glow, and the clouds above shone with a lurid glare.
Kazallon," said Curtis; "it is not at all an unusual thing for ships laden with cotton to arrive at Liverpool or Havre with a portion of their cargo consumed; and I have myself known more than one captain run into port with his deck scorching his very feet, and who, to save his vessel and the remainder of his freight has been compelled to unload with the utmost expedition.
At about eleven o'clock, the captain came up to me, and whispered in my ear, "Don't say a word, Mr. Kazallon; I do not want to raise false hopes, but I think I see a ship." It was as well that the captain had warned me; otherwise, I should have raised an involuntary shout of joy; as it was, I had the greatest difficulty in restraining my expressions of delight.
Kazallon," she said to me, "do you think we are fated to die of hunger?" "Yes, Miss Herbey, I do," I replied, in a hard, cold tone. "How long do you suppose we have to live?" she asked again. "I cannot say; perhaps we shall linger on longer than we imagine." "The strongest constitutions suffer the most, do they not?" she said.
Kazallon," said the boatswain, in a voice which he was endeavoring to calm down into moderation, "we are not accusing you of anything; we know well enough you, and all the rest of you, had a right to your shares as much as anybody; but that isn't it. It's all gone somewhere, every bit." "Yes," said Sandon gruffly; "it's all gone somewheres, and we are going to search the tent."
"Think; why they think just the same as I do," replied the mate; "but if the captain chooses to take the ship to China we should obey his orders." "But surely," I exclaimed, "there must be some limit to your obedience! Suppose the man is actually mad, what then?" "If he should be mad enough, Mr. Kazallon, to bring the vessel into any real danger, I shall know what to do."
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