Gordon Craig Part 26
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"I have had enough for tonight," I said finally, "and am going to turn in."
"Best thing you can do," he coincided, but without looking toward me.
"Will follow suit as soon as I smoke a cigarette. See you tomorrow."
I went down the companion stairs directly to my stateroom, not even glancing aside, feeling confident that he would be watching me from above. I had every reason to believe I had won his confidence, that he counted me as already among those he controlled and commanded, yet he was not a man who would ever rise above suspicion, and his trust would always be limited. Without lighting a lamp I lay down, still partially dressed, on my bunk, my mind busily occupied with desperate plans, none of them satisfactory. We would not be far from land, according to his statement, until late the following night. The small boat hanging astern was fully capable of transporting the two of us safely, and I was sufficiently acquainted with such a craft to feel no doubt of my ability to navigate it if once afloat. But unless Mrs. Henley was also given her freedom on board, I could perceive no means of reaching her.
With her stateroom key hidden in the Captain's pocket, any plan I might formulate was useless. Nor was it at all probable she would be released until we were well at sea. Baffled by these conditions I tossed and turned for an hour, hearing Henley return to his cabin, and marking a swifter pulsation of the engines. Finally worn out mentally, as well as physically, I fell asleep.
When I awoke the sun was s.h.i.+ning through the gla.s.s of my porthole, and glancing forth I caught the dazzle of the water. The vessel was motionless, apparently riding at anchor, the sea barely rippled by a gentle breeze. Refreshed by sleep and more eager than ever to be in action, I dressed hurriedly, and stepped forth into the cabin. The breakfast table was set for one, and the black steward was lolling lazily in a chair. At sight of me he got to his feet.
"Ah suah thought you was n't nebber goin' ter wake up, sah," he said genially, showing his teeth. "Ah bin waitin' fer yer mor'n two hours, Ah reckon."
"For me! Have the others eaten then?"
"Mostly, sah, mostly. De Captain he nebber eat no breakfast; he say et ain't good fer his libber--yaw; yaw!--but de mates dey both bin down."
"What time is it?"
"Most ten, sah."
"I did sleep, that 's a fact, Louis. However, I 'll try and do full justice to anything you got," and I seated myself at the table. "Has Mrs. Henley breakfasted yet?"
"Who, sah?"
"The lady you have on board."
He scratched the wool on his head vigorously, glancing behind the mast as though uncertain what he had best answer.
"Ah suah nebber know'd dat wus her name, sah; no sah, Ah nebber done suspected it. Yes, sah, she had her breakfast, but, Ah reckon she did n't eat much."
"You served her here at the table?"
The negro, apparently anxious to escape from the topic, shook his head.
"No, sah; in her room, sah," his voice low. "De Captain, he unlock de doah, an' then lock it agin. He say she done gone crazy, but Lor' she don't look dat-a-way to me. You like sugah in your coffee, sah?"
In spite of the seeming geniality of the steward, and his eagerness now to question me, I realized that he was thoroughly dominated by personal fear of the man aft. The less I questioned him the better, probably, as there was a strong possibility that he would be interviewed later relative to our conversation. Henley was only testing me, and would use the darky, if he could, to learn more of my plans. So, although, a number of questions trembled on my lips, I left them unasked, and finished my meal in silence. Louis hovered around, dropping a sly hint now and then, which only served to increase my suspicion that he might have received instructions to draw me out. If so, the experiment was a failure, and, after a light meal, I lit a pipe, and, ignoring him completely, strolled out on deck. There was evidently no hope that the woman would be released at present, and I could formulate no plan of communicating with her, but I was no less anxious to view our surroundings.
I found the after-deck entirely deserted, and there was no one visible on the bridge. Two or three sailors--the anchor watch--were forward, engaged in some service about the capstan, and a fellow was swabbing the deck amids.h.i.+p. I heard Broussard's voice at a distance, but could not locate him. However, no one paid the slightest attention to me, as I stood smoking, and gazing curiously around. Everything appeared peaceful enough. We were lying in a small harbor, within a hundred feet of the sh.o.r.e, completely concealed on the sea side, by a thick forest growth lining the higher ridge, of what appeared a narrow island. The _Sea Gull's_ fires were banked, only a thin vapor arising from the stack which instantly disappeared. In the opposite direction there was a wide expanse of water, quiet as a mill-pond in spite of a fresh breeze, revealing in the distance the faint blue blur of a far-off coast line. Nothing broke the vista except the white sails of two sloops, evidently fis.h.i.+ng boats, far off on the horizon. It was an ideal spot in which to lie--to quietly hide in during the hours of daylight, probably never approached but by stray fishermen. Ash.o.r.e everything appeared primitive and uninhabited, except for one of the _Sea Gull's_ small boats beached directly opposite, the crew hidden in the brush.
I walked leisurely around the cabin transom, peering into the boat swung astern, so as to better familiarize myself with its equipment, meanwhile keeping a wary eye on the cabin below, where the negro was clearing the table, and then, satisfied I had everything photographed upon the mind, sauntered forward toward the bridge, aiming to exchange greetings with the Creole mate. Broussard was not a man to expect favors from, and I had hated him with the first glimpse of his face, yet he possessed his racial characteristic of impulsive speech, and was thus far more approachable than the gruff German first officer.
Perhaps, if he believed me an accomplice, he might be led to talk, and even be induced to let drop some hint which would later prove useful.
I met him just forward of the chart-house, and the manner in which he eyed me was immediate proof that he remained uninformed as to my new status on board.
"How you com' on ze deck, M'sieur?" he asked, his eyes threatening.
"By Gar, I thought you down below, locked in all tight," and he waved an expressive hand aft.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE NEW PERIL
I laughed, but without paying him the compliment of looking at him.
"I 've changed allegiance, that's all, Broussard. It's money which makes the mare go with all of us, eh? The Captain turned me loose last night."
"You wif us? You go volunter?"
"Well, something like that. I 'm to be drill-master, or general, for those tattered battalions down in the jungles. What do you think of the job?"
He shrugged his shoulders, and then grinned.
"What ze dif!" and he swept his hands about in expressive gesture.
"Sea--land, if only one gets the price, M'sieur. But for me I like to go, to move; not lie still an' rot."
"Of course," falling into his mood, "that's in your blood, I reckon, but the Captain said we were only to hide here for a day."
"Maybe day, maybe week. No one knows how long. We wait till the sea is clear. Bah! the man 'fraid of shadow. He give me sheep, an' I show heem."
"You 'd take a chance?"
"Oui, M'sieur. I wait till dark, no more, den I take ze chance. But ze Capitaine, he no sailor, M'sieur; I know heem long while."
"How long?"
"Oh, seek, eight year."
"Then you can tell me if he is really Judge Henley's son?"
"Oui, M'sieur; 'tis sure I can. I hav' been with heem there," his brown hand outstretched landward, "where we got you, hey, many the time; besides, the Judge he been on zis sheep. Of course he was son; why you think not?"
I shook my head, unwilling to discuss the affair with the fellow, yet impressed by his statement.
"I am beginning to believe I do not know very much about it, Broussard," I explained briefly, moving aside to the rail. "I came down South with another story pumped into me, that's all."
"And ze young woman," he persisted, following me closely, "why she come?"
"For the same reason I did."
He laughed, his eyes sparkling.
"More like 'cause she love you, hey! Sacre, she was fine-lookin' girl, but," shrugging his shoulders, "'t is the Capitaine, not ze mate, who may admire."
I turned on the fellow, my blood boiling.
"What do you mean by that! That Henley will dare intrude himself?"
Gordon Craig Part 26
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