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"You can see for yourself that my life will be in danger unless this man is made a prisoner. I protest against his being allowed his liberty I have no desire to be found in my bed as poor Mr. Trego was found here a few minutes ago." "You will be protected," said the captain. "Mr. Harris, is that you? Take Mr.
The man in white ran up the gangplank with a paper in one hand and a malacca cane in the other, and I recognized him as Mr. Trego, the man to whom I had been introduced in the bank. He met Harris at the foot of the ladder to the hurricane-deck, and they were right below me, so I could not avoid hearing what took place between them. "Call the captain, Mr.
"That's all very pious and according to Hoyle," said Captain Riggs, breaking into wrath as Meeker finished his prayer over the body of Trego. "But I'd have you know, sir, that the Kut Sang is no bally chapel, and I don't take murder aboard me as a regular custom, and let it go at that. Somebody will have to answer for this at the end of a rope, or my name's not Riggs.
"Old friends," and I winked at Trego, to the further mystification of the pseudo-missionary, who took the seat beside me. Captain Riggs took the head of the table, so that he was between Trego and me.
I began to realize that perhaps being a prisoner was the safest for me while on the steamer, for if Meeker had brought about the death of Trego because the supercargo suspected him, why should he not attempt to kill me after what I had said about him to Captain Riggs?
Hereafter when there's praying to be done I'll order it." "I was merely speeding a departing soul," said Meeker. "That's all very well, Mr. Meeker, but I've got to see what this is all about, and why Mr. Trego is supercargo in charge of the ship and " Riggs stopped suddenly when he realized that he had told us the secret which Trego wished kept from us.
We were clear of the channel by the time he had finished the adventure he was relating, and Trego was beginning to fidget. We all moved as if to leave the table. "I signed the two men you brought aboard, Mr. Meeker," said Riggs. "What are their names?" "That I do not know for certain," replied Meeker.
Mate," said Trego hurriedly, and, with his voice lowered, "Here are my papers get those boxes off the wagon, eef you please. I am supercargo for the owners. I hold the charter for these sheep. Queeck on deck with those boxes of the machinery." "Oh, cap'n!" called Harris, after he had taken a quick glance at the paper which Trego thrust before him, and Captain Riggs came out of the saloon.
"Ye don't guess they killed the bos'n and this Trego just for friendship sake, do ye? If ye want to know what my personal, private feelings are, it looks like we've been boarded by the Devil's Admiral." "Sally Ann's black cat!" said Riggs. "That story was started by some sea-lawyer full of gin, and the newspapers took it up for fun.
"No daggers; but this is my right bower" tapping the butt of the pistol on my right side "and this is my left bower," and I tapped my left side. Mr. Trego burst out laughing at this, much to the discomfiture of Meeker, who glared at him, and edged away from me. "And do you carry such death-dealing machinery, Mr. Trego?" asked Meeker, a sneer in the question. Trego reached for his malacca cane.
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