Hunting the Skipper Part 9

"Not grinning, old fellow; it was only a smile."

"Now, none of your gammon. You were laughing at me."

"Oh! Nothing!" said Murray, with the smile deepening at the corners of his mouth.

"There you go again!" cried Roberts. "Who's to keep friends with you, Frank Murray, when you are always trying to pick a quarrel with a fellow?"

"What, by smiling?"

"No, by laughing at a fellow and then pretending you were not. Now then, what was it?"

"Oh, all right; I only smiled at you about your shaving so carefully this morning."

"How did you know I shaved this morning?" cried the mids.h.i.+pman, flus.h.i.+ng.

"You told me so."

"That I'll swear I didn't."

"Not with your lips, d.i.c.ky--_d.i.c.k_--but with your fingers."

"Oh! Bother! I never did see such a fellow as you are to spy out things," cried Roberts petulantly.

"Not spy, old chap. I only try to put that and that together, and I want you to do the same. So you think this is all glorious about yonder planter chap piloting us to the slaver's place?"

"Of course! Don't you?"

"Well, I don't know, d.i.c.k," said Murray, filling his forehead with wrinkles.

"Oh, I never did see such a fellow for pouring a souse of cold water down a fellow's back," cried Roberts pa.s.sionately. "You don't mean to say that you think he's a fraud?"

"Can't help thinking something of the kind, old man."

"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Roberts. "I say, here, tell us what makes you think so."

"He's too easy and ready, d.i.c.k," said Murray, throwing off his ordinary merry ways and speaking seriously and with his face full of thought.

"But what does Anderson say to it?"

"He seemed to be suspicious once, but it all pa.s.sed off, and then the skipper when he heard everything too talked as if he had his doubts.

But now he treats it as if it is all right, and we are to follow this American chap wherever he leads us."

"Yes, to-morrow morning, isn't it?"

"No, d.i.c.k; to-night."

"To-night--in the dark?"

"I suppose so."

"Oh!" said Roberts thoughtfully, and he began to shave himself with his finger once more, but without provoking the faintest smile from his companion. "I say, Franky, I don't like that."

"No; neither do I, d.i.c.k."

"It does seem like putting ourselves into his hands," continued Roberts thoughtfully. "Oh, but I don't know," he continued, as if s.n.a.t.c.hing at anything that told for the success of the expedition; "you know what Anderson often tells us."

"I know what he says sometimes about our being thoughtless boys."

"Yes, that's what I mean, old fellow; and it isn't true, for I think a deal about my duties, and as for you--you're a beggar to think, just like the monkey who wouldn't speak for fear he should be set to work."

"Thanks for the compliment," said Murray drily.

"Oh, you know what I mean. But I suppose we can't think so well now as we shall by and by. I mean, older fellows can think better, and I suppose that the skipper and old Anderson really do know better than we do. It will be all right, old fellow. They wouldn't let themselves be led into any trap; and besides, look at the Yankee--I mean, look at his position; he must be sharp enough."

"Oh yes, he's sharp enough," said Murray. "Hear him talk, and you'd think he was brought up on pap made of boiled-down razor-strops."

"Well, then, he must know well enough that if he did the slightest thing in the way of playing fast and loose with us, he'd get a bullet through his head."

"Yes--if he wasn't too sharp for us."

"Oh, it will be all right," cried Roberts. "Don't be too cautious, Franky. Put your faith in your superior officers; that's the way to succeed."

"Then you think I am too cautious here, d.i.c.k?"

"Of course I do," cried Roberts, patting his brother middy on the shoulder. "It will be all right, so don't be dumpy. I feel as if we are going to have a fine time of it."

"Think we shall have any fighting?"

"Afraid not; but you do as I do. I mean to get hold of a cutla.s.s and pistols. I'm not going to risk my valuable life with nothing to preserve it but a ridiculous dirk. Don't you be downhearted and think that the expedition is coming to grief."

"Not I," said Murray cheerily. "I suppose it's all right; but I couldn't help thinking what I have told you. I wish I didn't think such things; but it's a way I have."

"Yes," said his companion, "and any one wouldn't expect it of you, Franky, seeing what a light-hearted chap you are. It's a fault in your nature, a thing you ought to correct. If you don't get over it you'll never make a das.h.i.+ng officer."

"Be too cautious, eh?" said Murray good-humouredly.

"That's it, old chap. Oh, I say, though, I wish it was nearly night, and that we were going off at once. But I say, where's the Yankee?"

"What!" cried Murray, starting. "Isn't he alongside in his boat?"

"No; didn't you see? He came aboard half-an-hour ago. Old Bosun Dempsey fetched him out of his lugger; and look yonder, you croaking old c.o.c.k raven. We always have one jolly as sentry at the gangway, don't we?"

"Of course."

"Very well, look now; there are two loaded and primed ready for any pranks the lugger men might play; and there are the two cutters ready for lowering down at a moment's notice, and it wouldn't take long for Dempsey to fizzle out his tune on his pipe and send the crews into them."

"Bah! Pis.h.!.+ Pooh! and the rest of it. What do you mean by that?

Look, the lugger is a fast sailer."