Hunting the Skipper Part 10

"Well, I dare say she is, but one of our little bra.s.s guns can send b.a.l.l.s that sail through the air much faster. So drop all those dismal prophecies and damping thoughts about danger. Our officers know their way about and have got their eyes open. The skipper knows about everything, and what he doesn't know bully Anderson tells him. It's all right, Franky. Just look at the lads! Why, there's Tom May smiling as if he'd filled his pockets full of prize money."

"Yes," a.s.sented Murray, "and the other lads have shaped their phizzes to match. But let's get closer to the lugger."

"What for?" said Roberts sharply.

"To have a good look at her Indiarubber-cultivating crew."

"Not I!" cried Roberts. "If we go there you'll begin to see something wrong again, and begin to croak."

"No, no; honour bright! If I do think anything, I won't say a word."

"I'd better keep you here out of temptation," said Roberts dubiously.

"Nonsense! It's all right, I tell you. There, come along."

CHAPTER FIVE.

TRUSTING A GUIDE.

The two lads made for where they could get a good view of the lugger swinging by a rope abreast of the starboard gangway, and as they pa.s.sed along the quarter-deck, the shrill strident tones of the American's voice reached them through one of the open cabin skylights, while directly after, Murray, keen and observant of everything, noted that the two marines of whom his companion had spoken were standing apparently simply on duty, but thoroughly upon the alert and ready for anything, their whole bearing suggesting that they had received the strictest of orders, and were prepared for anything that might occur.

Roberts gave his companion a nudge with his elbow and a quick glance of the eye, which produced "Yes, all right; I see," from Murray. "I'm afraid--I mean I'm glad to see that I was only croaking; but I say, d.i.c.k, have a good quiet look at those fellows and see if you don't find some excuse for what I thought."

"Bah! Beginning to croak again."

"That I'm not," said Murray. "I only say have a look at them, especially at that fellow smoking."

"Wait a moment. I have focussed my eye upon that beauty getting his quid ready--disgusting!"

"Yes, it does look nasty," said Murray, with the corners of his lips turning up. "The regular Malay fas.h.i.+on. That fellow never came from these parts."

"Suppose not. Why can't the nasty wretch cut a quid off a bit of black twist tobacco like an ordinary British sailor?"

"Instead of taking a leaf out of his pouch," continued Murray, "smearing it with that mess of white lime paste out of his sh.e.l.l--"

"Putting a bit of broken betel nut inside--" said Roberts.

"Rolling it up together--" continued Murray.

"And popping the whole ball into his pretty mouth," said Roberts. "Bah!

Look at his black teeth and the stained corners of his lips. Talk about a dirty habit! Our jacks are bad enough. Ugh!"

"I say, d.i.c.k," whispered Murray, as the Malay occupant of the boat realised the fact that he was being watched, and rolled his opal eyeb.a.l.l.s round with a peculiar leer up at the two young officers.

"Now then," was the reply, "you promised that you wouldn't croak."

"To be sure. I only wanted to say that fellow looks a beauty."

"Beauty is only skin deep," said Roberts softly.

"And ugliness goes to the bone," whispered Murray, smiling. "Yes, he looks a nice fellow to be a cultivator of the indiarubber plant."

"Eh? Who said he was?" said Roberts sharply.

"His skipper. That's what they all are. Splendid workers too. Do more than regular n.i.g.g.e.rs."

"Do more, no doubt," said Roberts thoughtfully. "But they certainly don't look like agricultural labourers. Why, they're a regular crew of all sorts."

"Irregular crew, you mean," said Murray. "That one to the left looks like an Arab."

"Yes, and the one asleep with his mouth open and the flies buzzing about him looks to me like a Krooboy. Well, upon my word, old Croaker, they do look--I say, do you see that blackest one?"

"Yes; and I've seen them before, you know."

"But he opened and shut his mouth just now. You didn't see that, did you?"

"Yes, I saw it; he has had his teeth filed like a saw."

"That's what I meant, and it makes him look like a crocodile when he gapes."

"Or a shark."

"Well," said Roberts, after a pause, "upon my word, Frank, they do look about as ugly a set of cut-throat scoundrels as ever I saw in my life."

"Right," said Murray eagerly. "Well, what do you say now?"

"That I should like to point out their peculiarities to the skipper and old Anderson, and tell them what we think. Go and ask them to come and look."

"I have already done so to Anderson."

"But you ought to do it to the skipper as well. Look here, go at once and fetch him here to look."

"While the American is with him? Thank you; I'd rather not."

"Do you mean that?"

"To be sure I do. What would he say to me?"

"Oh, he'd cut up rough, of course; but you wouldn't mind that in the cause of duty."

Murray laughed softly.

"Why, d.i.c.k, I can almost hear what he would say about my impudence to attempt to teach him his duty. No, thank you, my dear boy; if he and Anderson think it right to trust the American, why, it must be right.

If you feel that the nature of these fellows ought to be pointed out, why, you go and do it."

Roberts took another look at the lugger's crew, and then shrugged his shoulders, just as the captain came on deck, followed by the American and the first lieutenant.