Chapter 88
"How well your men look," Morny said suddenly--"all except Joe Cross."
"Yes, he looks rather thin and pale, doesn't he?" said Rodd quickly; "but he isn't ill. You saw how full of fun he was, and ready to joke about having been bled too much. Uncle says he'll soon be well again, for he's in such good spirits. But uncle told me quietly that it was a wonder to him none of the poor fellows were killed. But oh, I say, isn't this nice!"
"Lazy," said Morny.
"Oh, I don't call it lazy. It's so jolly to be able to hang about in the suns.h.i.+ne without feeling that there's some great trouble coming on directly."
"Ah, yes," replied Morny, with a sigh, "and that perhaps you may not live to see me next day."
"Well," said Rodd, "I don't think it's lazy. Uncle says that after you have been at work very hard it's like unstringing the bow; and so it is.
I want to begin fis.h.i.+ng or dredging or sounding again. I don't want any more shooting. Now, do you know what I should like just now?"
"No."
"I'd soon show you then that I wasn't lazy. I should like to see one of those beautiful ripples two or three hundred yards off which show that there's a shoal of fish feeding on the transparent what-you-may-call-'ems--I forget Uncle Paul's name for them."
"Well, if that would give you any satisfaction," said Morny, laughing, "I wish that a shoal would rise."
"Don't you be in such a hurry; I hadn't finished. I was going to say I should then like to see one of those great sea-serpent-like creatures rise slowly from below, to begin feeding on the fish--one of those great scientific wonders that you and your father are trying to discover and capture; for that's it, I suppose, though you do keep so squat about it."
"Ah-h-h!" said Morny, with a sigh; and he glanced sidewise at his young English companion.
"It is quite a joke, that it is," continued Rodd. "It's just as if you were jealous and afraid that uncle and I would get beforehand with you, and win the credit of the discovery for old England, instead of you carrying it off for your _la belle France_."
"Ah!" sighed Morny again, with a sad smile upon his lips.
"You French chaps are so sentimental. _La belle France_ indeed! Just as if old England or the British Isles weren't quite as beautiful! Only we don't go shouting about it everywhere. I say, Morny, you don't half believe in me."
"It is false!" cried the young Frenchman angrily. "Why, I believe in you more than in any one living--except my father."
"Oh, indeed!" cried Rodd banteringly. "And here since I have known you I have told you everything till I haven't a secret that I have kept from you."
"Why, you have had no secrets," said Morny.
"Well--no; I suppose you couldn't
"No," said Morny gravely, "because it was not mine to tell. You don't want me to be dishonourable, Rodd?"
"Why, of course I don't, old chap. I don't want you to tell me till you like, only it is rather a joke sometimes that you make such a mystery of what uncle and I know as well as can be."
"You know!" cried Morny sharply.
"Why, of course I do. It's what I say. You want--I mean, your father does--to carry off the honour of having solved the mystery of the great fish or reptile that has been talked about for the last hundred years.
I say, though, there's that other great old-world thing that they find in the rocks. What's his name?"
Morny shook his head.
"Here, I've got it--the sea-sawyer! That isn't quite right, but it sounds something like it. Why, he must have been just like a great crocodile."
"Ugh! Don't talk about them," said Morny, with a shudder.
"Eh, why not? There are none of them here. I wish we could have caught one to dry or stuff, or keep in spirits. I mean quite a little one, you know. Ah, those were rather horrid times, though, and I shan't want a specimen reptile to make me remember them."
"No," said Morny musingly; "we want nothing to make us recollect them."
"But I suppose it is nearly all over now, for our voyages will soon come to an end."
"Oh no?" cried Morny eagerly. "Why should they, now that your uncle and my father have become such friends?"
The lads both started, for those of whom they were speaking just then strolled up behind them.
"Well, boys," said the Count gravely, "what are you two talking about?"
"Rodd was saying that he supposed our friends.h.i.+p would soon come to an end."
"Indeed?" cried the Count, raising his eyebrows and turning to give a meaning glance at Uncle Paul. "Why should it, eh, my lad? I thought you and Morny had become such fast friends."
"Yes, so we have, sir," cried Rodd, flus.h.i.+ng; "but I didn't quite mean that, for I hope we shall often meet; but I thought that now we are out at sea again we should be separating. The brig will be going one way, and we shall be going another."
"Do you wish this to be so?" said the Count, after another glance at Uncle Paul.
"I? Oh no, sir."
"And you, Morny, my son?"
"I, my father? They should not go away if I could stop it."
"You hear, doctor? Is not this strange after what we have been saying in the cabin. I tell you again, before long I will be quite open with you about the object of my voyage. At present I ask you not to press me."
"I have told you," said the doctor, smiling, "that I will not. I have told you also that my object for the short time that I shall stay down here in the south is to keep close insh.o.r.e, while you tell me that you wish to be able to sail right out to sea, and free to carry out your project, whatever it may be."
"Yes, yes, and I have told you too that you could be of the greatest service to me by following close at hand, and that I should always be most grateful if without injury to your own cruise you would keep in company with me for the present."
"Ready to help in case of further emergencies?"
"No," cried the Count warmly; "my ideas were not so selfish as that.
But tell me this--is it urgent that we should part company now? I mean, would you suffer loss, or would your own researches be injured by keeping in company with us for say another month?"
"No-o," said the doctor carelessly; "I am just as likely to make discoveries far out to sea as close insh.o.r.e."
"Then stay with us for the present. I ask it as a friend, while I guarantee that you shall not suffer by what you do for me."
"Well," said the doctor, slowly and thoughtfully, as he looked at the two lads, who were intently listening for his words, "what do you think, Rodd? Shall we sail in company with the brig for a little longer?"
"Am I to be judge, uncle?" said the boy merrily. "Yes, if you like."
"Well, then," said the lad, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as he found that Morny with lips parted was gazing at him with a look of appeal, "you see, uncle, we have been together a good while now, and though we tried to help the brig we seem to have dragged it into a good deal of mischief."