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I also except West, who was ever ready to face every eventuality, like a man who is always on the defensive. As for the two brothers Guy, their happiness in being restored to each other made them frequently oblivious of the anxieties and risks of the future. Of Hurliguerly I cannot speak too highly.
At any rate, though I resolved not again to speak of the matter to the captain, I lost no opportunity of sounding the boatswain. Often when he had finished his work, Hurliguerly would come and join me; we would chat, and we would compare our recollections of travel. One day as we were seated on the summit of the iceberg, gazing fixedly on the deceptive horizon, he exclaimed,
Hearne is a dangerous and unscrupulous individual, and most likely Martin Holt does not distrust him sufficiently.” “He is wrong, boatswain.” “And wait a moment do you know what they were talking about the other day when I overheard a few scraps of their conversation?” “I could not possibly guess until you tell me, Hurliguerly.
As the latter was hanging back, Hurliguerly pushed him towards Martin Holt, whose eyes expressed the liveliest gratitude. “Hunt,” said he, “you have saved me. But for you I should have been lost. I thank you.” Hunt made no reply. “Hunt,” resumed Captain Len Guy, “don’t you hear?” The man seemed not to have heard. “Hunt,” said Martin Holt again, “come near to me. I thank you.
Hunt did not appear to hear me; he did not turn his head in my direction. “What are we doing here?” I asked him, and touched him on the shoulder. He started, and cast a glance upon me which went to my heart. “Come along, Hunt,” cried Hurliguerly. “Are you going to take root on this rock? Don’t you see the Halbrane waiting for us at her moorings? Come along. We shall be off to-morrow.
“Dirk Peters would defend himself, and I should pity the man who laid a finger on him.” “Quite so. It would not be good for anybody to be in his hands, for they could bend iron! But then, all being against him, he would be forced into the hold.” “Well, well, we have not yet come to that, I hope, and I count on you, Hurliguerly, to prevent any against Dirk Peters. Reason with your men.
Since the salvage affair, is he a little more communicative?” “No, Mr. Jeorling, and I think he even tries to avoid me.” “To avoid you?” “Well, he did so before, for that matter.” “Yes, indeed, that is true,” added Hurliguerly; “I have made the same remark more than once.” “Then he keeps aloof from you, Holt, as from the others?” “From me more than from the others.”
Atkins had told Hurliguerly on his arrival that I would take passage on the Halbrane, if Captain Len Guy consented to my doing so, and the boatswain presented himself on the following morning without any notice or introduction. He already knew my name, and he accosted me as follows: “Mr. Jeorling, I salute you.” “I salute you in my turn, my friend. What do you want?” “To offer you my services.”
Then, recalled to obedience, they began to brace the yards and slack the sheets, and the schooner increased her speed. When the operation was over, I went up to Hurliguerly, and drawing him aside, I said, “Thank you, boatswain.” “Ah, Mr. Jeorling,” he replied, shaking his head, “it is all very fine for this time, but you must not do it again!
When the fishing season comes, there will be more ships in Christmas Harbour than there are houses around the Green Cormorant. Rely on me. I undertake your getting a passage.” Now, these were fair words, but, just as in the case of Hurliguerly, there was nothing in them.
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