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"Why, a _gentleman's_ word is always good security."
There was just enough accent on the word "gentleman" to puzzle me. The remark sounded innocent enough, certainly, and yet the stress--if stress was intended--made it biting sarcasm. Obviously the men in the boat were equally in doubt whether to take offense or to accept the statement in good faith.
"Well, you have my word," said Falk at last.
"Yes, we have your word. But there's one other thing to be settled. How about the owners' money?"
For a moment Falk seemed disconcerted, and I, thinking now that Roger was merely badgering him, smiled with satisfaction. But Falk answered the question after only brief hesitation, and Roger's next words plunged me deep in a sea of doubt.
"Why, I shall guard the owners' money with all possible care, Mr. Hamlin, and expend it in their best interests," said Falk.
"If that's the case," said Roger, "come alongside."
CHAPTER XXV
INCLUDING A CROSS-EXAMINATION
Falk tried, I was certain, to conceal a smile of joy at Roger's simplicity, and I saw that others in the boat were averting their faces. Also I saw that they were s.h.i.+fting their weapons to have them more readily available.
Our own men, on the contrary, were remonstrating audibly, and to my lasting shame I joined them.
A queer expression appeared on Roger's face and he looked at us as if incredulous. I suddenly perceived that our rebellious att.i.tude hurt him bitterly. He had led us so bravely through all our recent difficulties! And now, when success seemed a.s.sured, we manifested in return doubt and disloyalty! I literally hung my head. The others were abashed and silent, but I knew that my own defection was more contemptible by far than theirs, and had Roger reproached me sharply, I might have felt better for it.
Instead, he spoke without haste or anger in a voice pitched so low that Falk could not possibly overhear him.
"We simply _have_ to hold together, men. All to the gangway, now, and stand by for orders."
That was all he said, but it was enough. Thoroughly ashamed of ourselves, we followed him to the gangway whither the boat was coming slowly.
Roger a.s.sumed an air of neutral welcome as he reached for the bow of the pinnace; but to us behind him he whispered sharply, "Stand ready, all hands, with muskets and pikes."
"Now, then, Captain Falk," he cried, "hand over the money first. We'll stow it safe on board."
"Come, come," Falk replied. "Belay that talk." He was standing ready to climb on deck.
"The money first," said Roger coolly.
Suddenly he tried to hook the bow of the pinnace, but missed it as the pinnace dipped in the trough.
The rest of us, waiting breathlessly, for the first time comprehended Roger's strategy.
Falk looked up at him angrily. "That'll get you nowhere," he retorted.
"Come, stand away, or so help me, I'll see you hanged anyhow."
Roger smiled at him coldly. "The word of a gentleman? The money first, Captain Falk."
"Well, if you are so stupid that you haven't discovered the truth yet, I haven't the money."
"Where is the money?"
"In the safe in the cabin, as you very well know," replied Falk.
"You lie!" Roger responded.
With a ripping oath, Captain Falk whipped out his pistol.
"You lie!" Roger cried again, hotly. "Put down that pistol or I'll blow you to h.e.l.l. Stand by, boys. We'll show them!"
Though we were fewer than they, we had them at a tremendous disadvantage, for we were protected by the bulwarks and could pour our musket-fire into the open boat at will, and in a battle of cutla.s.ses and pikes our advantage would be even greater.
"Don't a flag of truce give us no protection?" Kipping asked in that accursedly mild voice--I could not hear it without thinking of poor Bill Hayden, and to the others, they told me later, it brought the same bitter memory.
"How long since Cap'n Falk's ol' unde' s.h.i.+rt done be a p'tection?" muttered the cook grimly.
"Yes, laugh! Laugh, you black baboon! Laugh, you silly little fool, Lathrop!" Falk yelled. "I'll have you laughing another time one of these days. Give way men! We'll have out their haslets yet."
A hundred feet from the s.h.i.+p, the men rested on their oars, and Falk put on a very different manner. "Roger Hamlin," he cried, "you ain't going to send us away, are you?"
I was astounded. As long as I had known Falk, I had never realized how many different faces the man could a.s.sume at the shortest notice. But Roger seemed not at all surprised. "Yes," he said, shortly, "we're going to send you away, you black-hearted scoundrel."
"Good G.o.d! We'll peris.h.!.+"
Although obvious retorts were many, Roger made no reply.
Now Kipping spoke up mildly and innocently:--
"What'll we do? We can't land--the Malays was waiting for us on sh.o.r.e with knives, all ready to cut our throats. We can't go to sea like this. What'll we do?"
"Supposing," cried old Blodgett, sarcastically, "supposing you row back to Salem. It's only three thousand miles or more. You'll find it a pleasant voyage, I'm sure, and you'd ought to run into enough Ladronesers and Malays to make it interesting along the way."
"Ain't we human?" Kipping whined, as if trying to wring pity from even Blodgett. "Ain't you going at least to give us a keg o' water and some bread?"
"If you're not out of gunshot in five minutes," Roger cried, "I'll train the long gun and blow you clean out of water."
Without more ado they rowed slowly away, growing smaller and smaller, until at last they pa.s.sed out of sight round the point.
"Ah me," sighed Neddie Benson, "I'm glad they're gone. It's funny Falk ain't quite a light man nor yet a real dark man."
"_Gone_!" Davie repeated ominously. "_I_ wish they was gone." He looked up at the furled sails. "They ain't--and neither is we."
"There's work to be done," said Roger, "and we must be about it. Leave the nets as they are. Stack the muskets in the waist, pile the pikes handy by the deckhouse, and all lay aft. We'd best have a few words together before we begin."
A moment later, as I was busy with the pikes, Roger came to me and murmured, "There's something wrong afoot. The after-hatch has been pried off."