If the admiral had said the Antarctic, Flanagan would never have batted an eye.
"You have spoken the crew?"
"Yessir; deep-sea men, too, sir. Halloran "ll have th" injins as us"l, sir. Shall I run "er up t" N" York fer provisions? I got your list."
"Triple the order. I"ll take care of the wine and tobacco."
"All right, sir."
"That will be all. Have a cigar."
"Thank you, sir. What"s the trouble?" extending a pudgy hand toward the chimney.
"I"ll tell you all about that later. Send up that man Donovan again."
It occurred to the admiral that it would not be a bad plan to cover Mr.
Donovan"s palm. They had forgotten all about him. He had overheard.
Very carefully the captain put away the cigar and journeyed back to the village. He regretted Corsica. He hated Dagos, and Corsica was Dago; thieves and cut-throats, all of them.
This long time Breitmann had despatched his letters and gone to his room, where he remained till dinner. He was a servant in the house.
He must not forget that. He had been worse things than this, and still he had not forgotten. He had felt the blush of shame, yet he had remembered, and white anger had embossed the dull scars; it was impossible that he should forget.
He had grown accustomed, even in this short time, to the window overlooking the sea, and he leaned that late afternoon with his arms resting on the part where the two frames joined and locked. The sea was blue and gentle breasted. Flocks of gulls circled the little harbor and land-birds ventured daringly forth.
With what infinite care and patience had he gained this place! What struggles had ensued! Like one of yonder birds he had been blown about, but even with his eyes hunting for this resting. He had found it and about lost it. A day or so later! He had come to rob, to lie, to pillage, any method to gain his end; and fate had led him over this threshold without dishonor, ironically. Even for that, thank G.o.d!
Dimly he heard Fitzgerald whistling in his room across. The sound entered his ear, but not his trend of thought. G.o.d in Heaven what a small place this earth was! In his hand, tightly clutched, was a ball of paper, damp from the sweat of his palm. He had gnawed it, he had pressed it in despair. Cathewe was a man, and he was not afraid of any man living. Besides, men rarely became tellers of tales. But the woman: Hildegarde von Mitter! How to meet her, how to look into her great eyes, how to hear the sound of her voice!
He flung the ball of paper into the corner. She could break him as one breaks a dry and brittle reed.
CHAPTER XII
M. FERRAUD INTRODUCES HIMSELF.
"Yessir, Mr. Donovan," said Captain Flanagan, his peg-leg crossed and one hand abstractedly polishing the bra.s.s ferrule; "Yessir, the question is, what did y" hear?"
Mr. Donovan caressed his beer-gla.s.s and reflected. The two were seated in the office of Swan"s Hotel. "Well, I took them bricks out an" it seems that loony ol" Frenchman our grandpas use to blow about had hid a box in th" chimbley."
"A box in the chimbley. An" what was in the box?"
Mr. Donovan considered again. "I"ll tell you the truth, Cap"n. It wus a lot of rigermarole about a treasure. I wanted t" laugh. Your commodore"s a hoodoo on pirates an" treasures, an" he ain"t found either yet."
"No jokin"; keep a clear course."
"No harm. Th" admiral"s all right, and don"t you forget it. As I wus sayin", they finds this "ere box. The dockeyments wus in French, but th" daughter read "em off sumpin wonderful. You"ve heard of Napoleon?"
"Yes; I recollects the name," replied the captain, with quiet ridicule.
"Well, this business pertained t" him. Seems some o" his friends got money t"gether t" rescue him from some island or other."
"St. Helena."
"That wus it. They left the cash in a box in Corsiker, "nother island; I-talyan, I take it. But I"ll bet a dollar you never find anythin"
there."
"That is as may be." The captain liberated a full sigh and dug a hand into a trousers pocket. He looked cautiously about. The two of them were without witnesses. The landlord was always willing to serve beer to those in quest of it; but immediately on providing it, he resumed his interrupted perusal of the sporting column. At this moment his soul was flying around the track at Bennington. When the captain pulled out his hand it seemed full of bright autumn leaves. Donovan"s gla.s.s was suspended midway between the table and his lips. Slowly the gla.s.s retraced the half-circle and resumed its perpendicular position upon the oak.
"Beauties; huh?" said the captain.
"Twenty-dollar bills!"
"Yessir; every one of "em as good as gold; payable to bearer on demand, says your Uncle Sam."
"An" why are you makin" me envious this way?" said Donovan crossly.
"Donovan, you and me"s been friends off an" on these ten years, ever since th" commodore bought th" _Laura_. Well, says he t" me "Capt"n, we forgot that Mr. Donovan was in th" room at th" time o" th"
discovery. Will you be so kind as to impress him with the fact that this expedition is on the Q.T.? Not that I think he will say anythin", but you might add these few bits o" paper to his promise not t" speak."
Says I, "I"ll trust Mr. Donovan." An" I do. You never broke no promise yet."
"It pays in the long run," replied Mr. Donovan, vainly endeavoring to count the bills.
"Well, this "ere little fortune is yours if you promise to abide by th"
conditions."
"That I keeps my mouth shut."
"An" _not_ open it even to th" Mrs."
Mr. Donovan permitted a doubt to wrinkle his brow. "That"ll be a tough proposition."
"Put th" money in th" bank and say nothin" till you hear from me,"
advised the captain.
"That"s a go."
"Then I give you these five nice ones with th" regards o" th"
commodore." The captain stripped each bill and slowly laid it down on the table for the fear that by some curious circ.u.mstance there might be six.
"One hundred? Capt"n, I"m a--" Mr. Donovan emptied his gla.s.s with a few swift gulps and banged the table. "Two more."
The landlord lowered his paper wearily (would they never let him alone?) and stepped behind the bar. At the same time Mr. Donovan folded the bills and stowed them away.
"Not even t" th" Mrs.," he swore. "Here"s luck, Capt"n."
"Same t" you; an" don"t get drunk this side o" Jersey City."