Chapter 73
"I felt a.s.sured of that," said the doctor. "The young Count is going to join us."
"Ah, that's better," said the skipper. "But look here, gentlemen, I only look upon myself as a servant."
"Not as mine," said the Count gravely. "I shall always look upon you, Captain Chubb, as one of my most valued friends."
"And I am sure Captain Chubb knows that I do," said the doctor, "and that I have ever since he set me down as a scoundrelly slaver."
"Oh, don't bring that up again, sir," grunted the skipper. "That was a blunder, and every man makes them. Well, that's very nice of you, gentlemen--very nice indeed; and I was going to speak out a bit nervously,--as I consider it to be my duty to do as Dr Robson's servant; but as you both speak of me as you do, I hope you won't be offended when I say outright that I don't like that Spanish chap at all."
"Well, I don't know that I particularly like him," said the doctor; "but he will be very useful to me, and show me what I want. I shall pay him for his services, and there'll be an end of it."
"Yes, gentlemen, that's right enough, but I wouldn't trust him a bit.
The doctor will say that it is British prejudice. Perhaps it is; but here's my crew; there isn't a man among them as I'd say was perfect, but same time I'd lie down and go to sleep quite comfortable and feeling safe, if I knew any one of them was on the watch; and it did me good when I heerd you say, sir, that you wouldn't have any of the mongrel crew. If it had been the other way on, and you'd said you were going to take Mr Rodd and the young French gentleman and trust yourselves up the country in their boat, I'll tell you outright, sir, I should have struck against it, and if you'd held out and rode the high horse as master, why, there'd have been a mutiny. The men would have took my side, and we wouldn't have let you go."
"And quite right too, Chubb," said the doctor, clapping him on the shoulder. "It would have been a good proof that I had done wisely in making you my friend. What do you say, Count?"
"Quite right," was the reply. "Well, captain," continued the Count, "I don't see that the party can come to much harm with nine of your stout men to act as bodyguard, if this Spanish captain is used as a guide."
"No, sir, I don't see as they can; and as the doctor's come out on purpose to collect all kinds of curious things and see some of the wonders of the world, I suppose it is right that he should make use of a chance like this. But I wouldn't trust that man, gentlemen, farther than I could see him, and that's what, with your leave, I am going to say to my lads. I am just going to tell 'em that they have got to bring the three gentlemen back safe and sound, even if it means that some of them is going to lose the number of their mess, and that means this too, that if Mr Spanish skipper don't play his game fair--well then--"
The skipper ceased speaking, and screwed up his lips very tightly just in the light shed by the swinging lantern.
"Well, captain," put in Rodd, who felt rather amused at what he called the fuss the skipper was making, "why
"Because I didn't think it was needed, my lad," was the reply. "What I meant was, that if the doctor here didn't think it was his duty to give that yellow chap a very strong dose, one of my lads would."
The doctor was in as high glee the next morning as the two lads, and, it might be added with justice, the nine sailors who were to form their crew, for to a man they were bubbling over with excitement and delight.
The moment they had heard that they were to go they began making their preparations; all their weapons were already in a perfect state of cleanliness, and shone as much as hands could make them, but every pistol and gun-lock was carefully re-oiled, every flint taken out and tightly replaced, while the blades of their cutla.s.ses, that literally glittered, had a final touch given to them and the edges pa.s.sed along the grindstone, which was sent spinning round in the little armoury as hard as it could go.
The skipper himself spent half the night with the steward, packing provisions, Joe Cross helping, for though he was to be c.o.xswain of the boat, he said he came in there, for after the cook he held that he knew more about cooking "wittles" than any fellow in the s.h.i.+p, and this was acknowledged without dissent, though one of the men did say that Joe Cross took more than his share, since in addition to other duties he had the canisters of gunpowder in charge.
The morning was glorious, the sun and the early breeze soon chasing away the river mist, and before the tide had turned, everything was ready, the well-stored boat alongside, and an awning rigged up over the after-part big enough not merely to act as a screen for the gentlemen, but to shade those who were not rowing, while they were having their rest, while by a little addition the boat's sail could be spread over the little uns.h.i.+pped mast and used as a covering from the night dews when the boat was moored somewhere to the bank after the day's work was done.
"There, gentlemen," said the skipper, "I think that's about as near as we can get it; but I don't see no sign of your Spanish guide as yet. It seems to me as if every one yonder is asleep. Here, you, Joe Cross, I knowed there'd be something. You've forgotten that screwdriver and the little bottle of oil."
"That I aren't, sir! They're in the fore-locker in the little bag of tools."
"Good," grunted the skipper; "and I suppose you'll help the doctor and young Mr Rodd skin the birds they shoot?"
"That's right, sir, and Mr Rodd's been laying down the law to me to take care and keep that there soapy stuff covered over as he dresses the inside of the skins with, 'cause he says it's pison."
The skipper grunted again as he stood at the side and scowled down into the boat.
"Spun yarn?" he said sharply.
"Plenty, sir."
"But you lads never thought to give your jack-knives a whet, I'll be bound."
Joe Cross turned to the crew.
"Show knives, lads!" he shouted. "The skipper wants to try them all on his beard."
"Steady!" growled the skipper. "That's right, then. Well, Mr Rodd,"
he continued, "I suppose everything's all right. No; where's that there extra coil of new signal line?"
"Starn locker, sir," said Joe.
"And an extra line with new grapnel?"
"Fore-locker, sir," said Joe.
The captain grunted.
"Here, get the grapnel out of the jolly-boat and lash it under one of the thwarts. You might lose one again."
"There it is, sir," said Joe--"lashed just amids.h.i.+ps out of the way."
"Come, come, captain," said the doctor good-humouredly as he took off his straw hat and wiped his moist brow, for he too had been as busy as the rest, "you have had your innings; I want to have mine. You, Rodney, you never thought to see that the quinine bottle in the little leather medicine chest was re-filled."
"Rammed it in tight, uncle," said the boy triumphantly, "and saw to all the other bottles."
"Then," said the doctor, "we'll say all is ready. Only look here, my lads; I'll give you half-an-hour before we start, so you had better go down below and have some more breakfast, for it will be a good many hours before we have another meal."
No one stirred.
"Well," said the doctor impatiently, "did you hear what I said?"
This time a low murmur ran through the crew, and Joe Cross took a step forward and touched his hat.
"Beg pardon, sir," he said; "the lads' respects, and they says they're all tight, cargo well stowed."
"Then you don't want the extra half-hour?" said the doctor, looking at his watch. "So there's nothing to do, then, my dear Count, and you, Captain Chubb, but for us to shake hands and say good-bye."
"Where's your guide?" grunted the captain.
"Ah, where's our guide?" said the doctor, looking in the direction of the Spanish three-master. "He said at the turn of the tide. I ought to have asked him to come here to breakfast."
"Here he comes, uncle," cried Rodd, for at that moment the head of the Spaniard's boat was rowed out from the other side of the anch.o.r.ed vessel, which might have been quite deserted, for not a head was to be seen.
"Hah!" cried the doctor. "I like that. It tells well for his being a trustworthy guide. So now good-bye, Count. Your son's mine till we come back."
The Count mastered his desire to embrace the doctor, and grasped his hand in regular English fas.h.i.+on, and by the time the Spaniard's little gig, rowed by two men, had come alongside, the last farewell had taken place with the captain, who then looked over the rail and grunted out--
"Coming aboard, senor?"
"No, no; but just one word. I have been talking to my crew, and told them they are to take their orders from you till I come back. They won't give you any trouble. Let them smoke and sleep as much as they like."