At three o"clock in the afternoon Rawlings saw the dinghy leisurely returning to the brig. She was pulling in close to the sh.o.r.e, whilst Barry and Velo were walking along the beach, rifles in hand, looking out for a shot at a chance pig. Barradas heaved a sigh of relief when he saw them, for his nerves had been at a tension for many days past, and he feared that something fatal to Barry"s plans might occur at the last moment.
[1] "True, very true."
[2] Sydney.
[3] Truly bound.
[4] "Compensate her relatives."
CHAPTER XIII.
"THE LITTLE CELEBRATION" COMES OFF.
Very smart and clean did the _Mahina_ look as the dinghy ran alongside and Barry stepped on deck. Her newly-painted sides shone snow-white in the bright tropic sun, and her decks had been scrubbed and scrubbed again and again with soft pumice stone till they were as smooth to the touch as the breast of a sea-bird. Aloft, her brightly sc.r.a.ped spars and carefully tended running and standing gear matched her appearance below, and even the cabins had been thoroughly overhauled and repainted. The two large boats used during the pearling operations yet lay astern; for Barry, who, as Mrs. Tracey said, "thought of everything," had his own reasons for delaying to hoist them inboard.
"Leave them till the last thing to-morrow morning," he suggested to Rawlings, "as the men are having liberty to-day."
"You fellows must cook that pig and the turtle on sh.o.r.e," said Barry to some of the crew who were leaning over the rail looking into the boat; "we don"t want a dirty mess made on the decks now."
"Aye, aye," responded Joe, and one of the other white seamen, jumping into the dinghy, followed, at a sign from Velo, by two or three natives. She pushed off from the side, and was rowed ash.o.r.e with Velo in charge. The two whaleboats were already on sh.o.r.e with some of the crew, and their nude, brown-skinned figures could be seen walking about on the beach, or gathering a last lot of coconuts for the voyage. At dark the dinghy returned, having left Velo on sh.o.r.e to superintend the feast, which the men were to eat on sh.o.r.e.
But before then, and while it was still daylight, and Rawlings was below, and the Greek on the p.o.o.p, Barry and the second mate were standing on the topgallant foc"s"le, looking up and apparently scrutinising the condition of things aloft.
Barry was speaking. "Watch me to-night. When you see me rise from the table after supper is over, I"ll collar Rawlings, and you must tackle the Greek. The steward will be behind him to help you, but you must see that he doesn"t get out his knife. He"s as strong as a buffalo.
Don"t hurt him if you can help it. I have leg-irons and handcuffs all ready in my berth. We"ll get all the help we want in a few seconds--before either of them know what has happened. Warner will be too drunk to offer any resistance, and our men and Mrs. Tracey"s people will tackle his n.i.g.g.e.rs if they show fight. They are coming on board to-night. Are you clear, Barradas?"
The Spaniard gave an affirmative gesture. "Quite clear, Mr. Barry.
Trust me to settle the Greek. But be careful of Rawlings, he always carries a derringer and might put a bullet into you before you could get your hands on him."
"Don"t be afraid of that, Barradas. I"ll get him by the throat so suddenly that he"ll have no chance to use it. The only thing I feel anxious about is that Velo and Joe and our natives will be able to dispose of Warner"s n.i.g.g.e.rs without much bloodshed, and----"
He ceased, for he saw the boatswain coming towards them, and then he added in his natural voice, as he ran his eye up and down the fore stay--
"Well, perhaps so, Mr. Barradas, but give me wire any day for standing gear; it"s better in every way to set up, and looks neater."
Then he went aft again, and sat on the skylight smoking his pipe, and now and then looking sh.o.r.ewards through the fast-gathering darkness.
He had told Velo not to light the two signal fires until it was quite dark.
Presently Rawlings, dressed as usual in a natty, spotless white duck suit, and smoking a cigar, came up from below.
"It"s dark, isn"t it?" he said genially, as he took a few brisk turns up and down the p.o.o.p, and taking off his wide, soft hat of _fala_ leaf, he let the cool night breeze play upon his head. And as he walked past the light of the lantern hanging from the centre of the awning, just over the skylight, and Barry noticed his clean-cut handsome features, and calm, smiling face, he ground his teeth together, and thought of the Nemesis that in so strange a way was so soon to overtake the heartless little fiend.
"Well, Barry, my dear fellow," said the captain, "I suppose you are just as glad as I am that the work is over at last. After all our troubles we have had most excellent luck, have we not?"
"Yes, you have had splendid luck so far, Captain Rawlings--extraordinary good luck."
"For which I am largely indebted to you, Barry. Your judgment, knowledge, and resourcefulness are, I can a.s.sure you, very fully appreciated by me. You have been the guiding spirit in the whole affair; and, to be perfectly candid with you, my dear fellow, I don"t know how I should have managed without you. Our native crew are so devoted to, and have worked so splendidly under you that I intend to give every one of them a handsome present. And, although you once refused to accept anything from me, I shall indeed feel hurt if you will not now reconsider your former decision. It will add considerably to the pleasure I feel at this moment."
"The native boys certainly do deserve a handsome present from the owner of the _Mahina_," replied the chief officer, emphasising the word "owner." "They have worked with an energy that I alone, perhaps, can understand. And I can a.s.sure you that, with every facility to steal, not a single pearl has been taken by them. Their honesty is above suspicion."
"I am sure of it, my dear fellow," answered Rawlings effusively, "and they shall be treated properly by me, I can a.s.sure you. Twelve thousand pounds" worth of pearls----"
"Say sixteen," said Barry; "my estimate of their value is based on the price they would fetch in the colonies or Singapore--not London or Amsterdam."
"Just so. Well, sixteen thousand pounds" worth of pearls, and thirty thousand pounds" worth of sh.e.l.l is a big haul in less than six months.
But you have evaded my suggestion about your own--what shall I call it--bonus, lucky-penny?"
"I can only repeat to you that I cannot accept anything from you,"
replied Barry quietly, though his hands were twitching to catch the handsome, plausible little scoundrel by the throat and strangle him there and then.
Rawlings flung out his hands with a pained expression and sighed. "You are too proud to accept a present from me, a gift to which you are well ent.i.tled and which I have sincere pleasure in offering. A thousand pounds will be nothing to me----"
"For G.o.d"s sake, stop!" and Barry turned away fiercely. "I tell you that I want nothing from you."
Rawlings looked at him quietly with the faintest flicker of a smile.
"Ah, I won"t offend you again, my dear fellow. I"m afraid that I"m a bit too impulsive, and that you are too proud a man even to listen to a well-meant and kindly suggestion for your own benefit."
Barry swung round and looked at him for a moment. Rawlings met his glance with a calm, unperturbed countenance, as cigar in mouth and with his hands in his pockets he leant against one of the awning stanchions.
Fearful of betraying himself by an outburst of temper and perhaps ruining everything, the mate did not trust himself to speak again, and was glad when Rawlings said--
"Ha, here is Warner coming alongside with his people. You"ll find that both he and his natives will cause us no trouble this time, Mr. Barry.
The man himself is really not a bad-hearted fellow, but his drinking habits are very disgusting and lead him into mischief. However, he is sorry for what has occurred and has promised me not to offend again."
"He certainly is brute enough when sober, but he"s fifty times worse when he"s drunk," said Barry. "I daresay, though, that he has some good in him, or else his n.i.g.g.e.rs wouldn"t let him knock them about in the manner he does."
The captain laughed. "Yes, every one has some good points. Poor Warner is simply his own enemy. By the way, he now wishes me to land him at Guam, in the Ladrones, so we won"t have his company all the voyage."
Presently Warner came aft, nodded to Rawlings, and held out his hand to the chief officer.
"Shake hands, mister. Guess I"ve been a bit of a hog, but I"m sorry.
It"s all the fault of the whiskey."
Concealing his disgust, Barry took the proffered hand of the treacherous ruffian and made some commonplace reply; then the three began talking about the ship and her cargo.
Suddenly a bright flame lit up the black line of palms on the island, and then another, as two fires shone brightly out upon the beach, and continued to burn steadily.
"Ah," said the Greek, who just then came on deck, "the kanakas will have gooda time to-nighta--pork, turtle, biskeet, feesh, everythings.
They are alla gooda comrade to-night too," and he showed his teeth in a hideous grimace which was intended for a friendly smile for the chief officer.
Supper was late that night on board the _Mahina_; for Mose, the brown-skinned Manhiki steward, was, aided by the cook, preparing such a supper as had never before been seen on the brig--at least so he told Rawlings, who had cheerfully agreed that eight o"clock was not too late. And at half-past seven Rawlings himself came below to see the table and Mose"s ideas of decoration.
"Why, Mose, you"re quite an artist," he said as he went into his state-room. "Keep the lager as cool as you can. Put half a dozen bottles and some hock on the p.o.o.p with some wet towels round them.
We"ll be up late to-night."